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Cela faisait des semaines qu’elle n’était pas sortie : en fait pas depuis ce fameux soir qu’elle avait vu Maxime en conversation, disons très intime, avec une autre femme. Et elle n’osait plus sortir par peur de le revoir. Pire encore, de le revoir encore une fois avec une autre. Bien sûr qu’elle avait refusé de lui reparler depuis, mais elle ne l’avait pas pour autant oublié. Comment pouvait-elle oublier toutes ces nuits de passion, les nuits les plus intenses qu’elle n’ait connues. Jamais un homme ne l’avait touché, ne l’avait fait réagir et se dévoiler, comme lui ne l’avait fait.

Et maintenant il était avec une autre…

Voici le dilemme : il avait éveillé quelque chose en elle qui ne c’était pas éteint depuis son départ. Elle continuait de bruler, de désirer, d’être cette femme hors contrôle qu’il ait éveiller. Elle commence doucement à réaliser que cette passion, cette audace l’habitait depuis toujours, mais qu’elle refusait d’admettre ce côté d’elle même. Elle se surprit même à se demander s’il y avait beaucoup de femmes, qui tout comme elle n’osaient pas reconnaître la nature même de leur désir par peur d’être jugé par la société et, finalement, par elle même.

Maxime n’a été que le catalyseur. L’élément déclencheur, c’est tout.

C’est peut-être une bonne chose de l’avoir croisé malgré cette fin plutôt difficile!

C’est pour cela qu’elle décida de sortir ce soir. Mais elle fût tout de même hésitante, non seulement par peur de le revoir (et de ne pas pouvoir lui dire non) mais aussi de ne pas le voir et de ne pas pouvoir dire non à un inconnu. Au moins avec lui c’est un terrain déjà connu. Avec tout cela en tête, elle décida de sortir avec des copines qui sont, disons, comme elle, mais elle avant de connaître Maxime… Donc les parfaites « Bodyguard » pour la garder bien sage.

Elles décidèrent d’aller faire un tour au Festival d’été de Québec. Le temps était parfait et le spectacle annoncé était un groupe latino bien chaud.

Elle était bien heureuse d’être sortie après tout. Les copines aussi semblaient de bonne humeur. Tout s’annonçait pour le mieux si ce n’était que d’une chose près : Il y avait beaucoup de monde. Trop même. Mais enfin, c’est bursa escort ce qu’elle voulait après tout, voir du monde, alors elle était servit. Elles déambulaient, écoutaient les différentes scènes tout en observant la foule. Elles constataient avec joie que les soirées chaudes et humides d’été rassemblaient une diversité de personnes fortes intéressantes…

Finalement il est l’heure du spectacle et elles se dirigent vers la scène principale. Malgré le fait qu’elles étaient arrivées assez tôt, elles se retrouvent au milieu de la foule. Il semble qu’elles ne sont pas les seuls a vouloir voir ce groupe se produire sur scène. Peu importe, avec la bière et l’atmosphère qui est à la fête, c’est tout de même plaisant.

Finalement le spectacle commence. Et là, la foule est à son comble, tellement qu’elles ne peuvent pas vraiment bougés beaucoup. La musique commence et la foule, elle, bouge. À quelques reprises elle se sentit bousculée par derrière, mais elle ni portait pas vraiment attention. De toute façon elle ne pouvait même pas se retournée tellement elle était serrée par les gens qui l’entourent et tout le monde bouscule un peu tout le monde par la force d’être si collé. Après un certain moment elle commença même a y prendre un certain plaisir. De sentir tous ces inconnus, tous ces corps contre elle. Cet espèce d’anonymat public.

Le spectacle se poursuivait de plus bel et elle s’amusait bien. Ses copines aussi semble être prisent par le moment. Elles riaient et chantaient comme des adolescentes en feu. On leurs passe un joint qu’elles acceptent volontiers. Elle ne se le permet pas souvent mais aime bien la sensation que cela provoque. Une espèce de libération, d`insouciance très enivrante. C’est d’ailleurs la raison pour laquelle elle n’ose pas en prendre trop souvent . Cette fois est comme toutes les autres, elle se sentit légère et libre.

Elle continua de danser ou plutôt de bouger, le peu qu’elle le pouvait. La foule n’avait définitivement pas diminuer. Même, il lui semblait, qu’elle est encore plus à l’étroit qu’avant et elle réalisa qu’elle est maintenant à une quinzaine de pieds de ses copines. Jamais elle n’avait senti le fait qu’elle s’éloignait. Peut-être bursa escort bayan que ce sont les autres qui se soient déplacés? Peu importe elles n’étaient pas loin. Elle remarqua que les personnes qui l’entouraient maintenant étaient en majorité des hommes. Elle sentit un frisson la traverser, mais plus d’excitation que de peur.

La soirée se poursuivait de plus belle, elle dansait avec le groupe et continuait de prendre des dragues des joints offerts. Les hommes ne semblaient avoir aucune inhibition. Elle sentait l’excitation montée en elle. Elle faisait même tout pour les allumer avec ses corps à corps tous plus langoureux les uns que les autres. Elle savait qu’il n’arriverait rien. Ils étaient en public après tout! Mais juste à l’idée de penser qu’ils la désiraient tous, lui faisait monter de plusieurs crans l’excitation.

À l’occasion elle sentait les hommes se coller contre elle et elle ne pouvait ignorer leurs état, disons plutôt exciter. C’était assez excitant pour elle aussi. Ils voulaient tous la prendre et elle le savait. Mais vu l’anonymat et la quasi sécurité de la situation, que pourrait-il se produire?

Les attouchements et frottements se poursuivaient encore quelques minutes. Mais à un certain moment elle senti des mains remonter le long des ses cuisses jusqu’à ses fesses. Elle voulait se retourner pour voir celui qui avait eu le courage de la toucher ainsi, mais elle resta immobile. Les hommes qui l’entouraient semblaient de connivences car ils s’étaient placés tout autour d’elle. Elle se retrouva isolé au milieu d’une marée masculine. Ils regardaient ce délicieux spectacle qui s’offrait à eux. Elle sentit des mains qui lui caressaient le ventre et qui effleuraient sa vulve. Ils étaient deux à lui retirer son string. Les sensations qu’elle ressentie étaient étrange : à la fois effrayé et très excité.

Elle s’abandonna alors telle une proie. Un homme bien bandé s’approcha d’elle, lui prit la taille, la souleva et lui rentra d’un long coup sa queue. Il dû réaliser qu’elle n’était pas réticente du tout car elle était si mouillé qu’elle coulait le long de ses cuisses. Rapidement elle se retrouva à genoux. Elle offrais volontiers son petit cul bien escort bursa cambré à celui ou ceux qui voulaient bien l’honorer. Tant pis pour sa dignité d’ailleurs… Ils étaient un peu surpris de la facilité qu’elle se donna à eux, mais cette surprise ne dura pas longtemps et ils profitèrent de cette proie si ouverte, si disponible. Celui qui la pénétrait, il y a un instant, s’avançait maintenant vers son visage, elle ouvrit sa bouche les yeux à moitié fermés et elle sortit sa langue. Il était tout près, à quelques centimètres, quelques millimètres… Sa queue, effleurait doucement son visage, contournait sa bouche, insistait mais ensuite reculait, finalement s’enfonça tout au fond de sa gorge. Elle ne faisait que recevoir, ce qui faisait bien son affaire car elle adore se sentir prise, surtout des deux bouts à la fois. C’est une des choses que Maxime lui a fait découvrir, son côté soumise, même plus que soumise. Par moment elle ne désire qu’être qu’un objet de plaisir et elle se raffole dans cette sensation. Comme a ce moment, elle n’existait que pour servir au plaisir de ces hommes. Elle adorait se sentir prise comme une pute. En pensée, elle remercia Maxime d’en avoir fait une femme si libérée.

Elle sentit soudain ses muscles se contracter et une intense sensation s’empara d’elle. Les deux hommes qui la prenaient jouissaient aussi. La foule n’existait plus, le bruit non plus. Il ne restait que leurs voix et les quelques spectateurs qui les entouraient se réjouissant d’une telle scène. Après quelque secondes de répit, elle sent les hommes se retirés de son corps toujours brulant malgré cet orgasme incroyable. Elle leva les yeux et vit les autres qui se masturbaient tout autour. C’est à genoux qu’elle se rapprocha du premier et le prit dans sa bouche assoiffée. Combien de queue a-t-elle avalé, a-t-elle gouté? Elle l’ignore, mais rien n’était au delà de ses forces cette journée là! Un a un ils se vidèrent dans sa bouche, sur son visage et elle en voulait encore.

Puis un des hommes la souleva, lui offrit un mouchoir, l’embrassa et parti. Ils étaient tous évaporés dans la foule.

Peu après elle a retrouvé ses copines qui lui demanda où elle était parti. Elle leurs sourit et dit qu’elle s’était bien amusée avec de nouveaux amis. Par chance aucune d’entres elles n’avaient remarqué l’absence de ses sous-vêtements ni les quelques trace de sperme dans sa chevelure…

Finalement qui a besoin de Maxime?

Becca XXX – Double Trouble Ch. 08

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Authors note: – This is a follow on to the previous episodes of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

Becca XXX. Double Trouble. Ch 08

Pippa, Natalie and I walked down the staircase and into the reception hall where we’d first arrived. Waiting for us was a small gathering of people, which consisted of Tristan, his wife Helen and the twins, Singen and Isaac.

The men were dressed in dinner jackets and bow ties and Helen was wearing a long floaty red dress. She looked better than she had in her file photo, maybe her afternoon rest had freshened her up a little, but I could still tell she was a drinker. Her face was gaunt but the rest of her was slightly chubby. She seemed to carry her weight on her ass and belly like middle aged women do as they get older.

She was linking arms with her husband as though they were waiting to walk down the aisle at a wedding. I wondered if she was trying to show us that she owned this man or if she was just using him to stop herself from falling over. She looked half-cut already.

“By Jove, I don’t think I’ve seen three such elegant young girls in a long time. You all look positively radiant,” gasped Tristan.

“Thank you, Pippa has amazing taste in clothes,” I replied, doing a shy curtsy.

“Just make sure you give them back when you’ve soiled them,” said Helen, giving me a bitchy look.

“Sorry, this is my wife Helen,” said Tristan, presenting her to us. “Helen, this is Becca and Natalie.”

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Kingsley,” said Natalie, holding her hand out politely.

“Are these more of your street girls?” she said to Sinner, with utter distain in her voice, completely ignoring Nat’s gesture.

“Mummy, don’t talk like that,” he said. “It’s not very becoming of you. Be nice.”

She was a miserable cow, but I guess if your husband had a taste for barely legal prostitutes and your sons went to race meetings in the streets, she’d have every reason not to like us.

“You’d better tell Robert to keep an eye on the silver,” she continued her assault.

“That really won’t be necessary Mrs. Kingsley,” I butted in. “We might be many things, but we’re not thieves.”

She was already pissing me off and I’d only known her less than a minute.

“Time will tell,” she spat.

“Well, that’s gone well,” said Tristan sarcastically. “Shall we go through to the dining room.”

“Yes, lets,” said Ice looking daggers at his mother.

He held out his arm for me to link up with him and Sinner did the same for Natalie. We followed ‘mummy and daddy’ into the east wing like a procession. I felt a little guilty that Pippa was alone but judging by the state of her cum filled knickers on the bedroom floor she’d already had her fun for the day.

The east wing appeared to be identical to the west, where we’d had drinks earlier that afternoon. The floor was carpeted and the walls were lined in dark wood panelling. Fancy wall lights lit the way as we slowly made our way to the dining room. Along the way we passed a room marked ‘Study’ on the right which was at the front of the house. I already knew where it was, based on Lexa’s plans of Kingsley manor which I had memorised during our planning stage. Time spent on reconnaissance is seldom wasted and we needed to know our way around.

Robert was waiting for us at the entrance to the dining room at the back of the property. It overlooked the garden just like the room we’d been in for drinks.

“Dinner is served,” he said.

He opened the double doors like some sort of special ceremony and stood back to allow us to enter the large dining room.

It was another splendid display of wealth and opulence. The walls were papered with ornate pastel green wallpaper with gold swirls and the floor had black and white tiles arranged in a symmetrical pattern.

A large round oak table stood in the centre of the room, large enough for ten people, but only had places set for seven, equally spaced around it. There were a lot of glasses, crockery and cutlery laid out which looked equally as expensive. No wonder Helen had said hide the silver.

“Please be seated,” said Robert gesturing towards the dining table.

Tristan pulled the chair out for his wife and she shuffled in. He sat next to her. Sinner sat next to his father followed by Natalie and then Ice. I sat next to Ice and Pippa sat between me and her mother as we went full circle.

The men pulled the chairs out for the women to be seated and Robert did the honours for Pippa. It was very formal and gave me an insight as to how the British aristocracy must live. It was another world and one I could easily get used to.

I rubbed my hand up Ice’s leg under the table just to tease him and I whispered in his ear.

“Don’t forget to claim your prize tonight. The offer expires at midnight,” I whispered.

A huge grin crept across his face as he remembered I was going bursa escort to give up my ass to him for winning the wanking game earlier that week.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured under his breath.

I squeezed his thigh and gave him a slutty look before turning my attention back to everyone else.

Robert walked around to the head of the table and stood next to his master.

“Wine sir? May I recommend the Dom Perignon two-thousand-and-eight?” asked Robert politely.

“No, I think we’ll go with the Krug Grande Cuvée,” replied Tristan. “Better make it a couple of bottles to begin with and stick the rest on ice.”

I thought about being sarcastic and saying that Helen could do a case on her own, but I didn’t think it would go down very well.

“Very good sir.”

Robert shuffled off like he was gliding along the floor on air, whilst I tried to figure out which knife and fork to use. I knew you started on the outside and worked your way inwards, but that’s where my dining room etiquette ended. I was more of a snuggle-up-on-the-sofa-and-eat-a-takeaway kind of girl.

There was a small card on my plate which told us what each course consisted of. Course one was an hors d’oeuvre which was bruschetta. The appetiser was grilled lobster tails with lemon & herb butter, followed by a Caesar salad. The more I read it, the more it felt like an expensive hotel or restaurant. The main event was venison steak with sweet potato fries and garden vegetables and then key lime pie for dessert.

“Wow, this all sounds delicious,” said Natalie.

“Yes, our chef is very good,” said Tristan. “If there’s anything you don’t fancy just let Robert know and he’ll accommodate you with something else.”

I watched Pippa whispering to her mother, probably trying to calm her down which seemed to be working.

“So, Becca, what do you do for a living?” she asked.

I couldn’t decide if she was making an effort to be nice or if she already knew what I did and wanted to ridicule me.

“I work in a topless bar with Natalie,” I said. “The pays not great but the tips can be generous.”

“A topless bar?” she quizzed as though she’d never heard of such a thing.

“Yes, we serve drinks without a shirt or bra on,” I replied, looking her in the eye.

Pippa seemed excited but her mother looked horrified.

“How utterly vulgar,” she said turning her nose up. “Have you no self-respect?”

She’d gone down the ridiculing route after all.

“I have an amazing pair of breasts and enjoy having men looking at them whilst I earn money serving them drinks,” I said. “Why shouldn’t I show them off to people? One day they’ll be saggy and old and no one will be interested in them, so I’m making the most of it.”

As I mentioned saggy breasts, I looked at her chest to emphasise my point. She wasn’t that well-endowed but they weren’t exactly perky.

Pippa smirked at my comment and got a bitchy look from her mother.

Just as Helen was about to continue to verbally abuse me, Robert arrived with the champagne and she decided against it.

“The Krug Grande Cuvée, sir,” he said, holding out the bottle like waiters do. “Would you like to taste it?”

“No Robert, it’s fine, just pour it,” replied Tristan

The room fell into an awkward silence as the champagne was poured. He served Helen first and then the rest of the women before finishing with the men. By the time he’d poured everyone’s drinks, Helen had finished hers and had to have it refilled.

“It’s so good to have us all back together again,” said Tristan. “Here’s to family.”

He raised his glass in a toast and we all repeated his words.

“To family.”

After a quick sip of champagne the hors d’oeuvres arrived and we all started our dinner. Robert left us to it and retreated back to wherever he came from.

The food was sensational and obviously made with fresh ingredients. The portions were small but it didn’t matter as we were having five courses. The conversation shifted towards education as Tristan asked his children how they were getting on. He started with Pippa.

“How’s the studying coming along at university?” he asked.

“It’s going really well daddy. My last test scores were ninety percent,” she grinned proudly.

“What happened to the other ten percent?” he asked.

At first, I thought he was joking but his face told me that he wasn’t.

“Oh, come now, Tristan,” interrupted Helen. “Ninety percent is excellent.”

“I expect perfection from my little girl,” he replied. “Let’s hope your scores improve.”

“Sorry daddy, I’ll try harder,” she sighed.

Hearing her say ‘daddy’ the way she did just sounded wrong. I knew posh children often called their parents ‘mummy’ and ‘daddy’ even as grown-ups, but there was a sexual edge to it.

“What about you boys? I hope your test results are better than your last report,” he said, turning his interrogation onto the twins.

“We’re doing ok,” said Ice.

“How ok?”

“Around eighty percent.”

“Eighty? bursa escort bayan That’s abysmal! That’s an expensive school I’m paying for, that’s nowhere near good enough,” snapped Tristan.

“We’re still top of our class,” added Sinner. “Chill out father. It’s not all about studying.”

“Of course it’s all about studying. These years are very important for all of you,” he now directed his pep talk at all of his offspring.

“You boys are spending too much time at those awful street races,” added Helen. “Maybe we should take your cars away from you so you can concentrate better on your studies.”

It was interesting to see the family dynamics. Tristan and Helen obviously had high hopes for their children but they were pushing them too hard. All work and no play wasn’t healthy for anyone and it was no wonder they were seeking alternatives.

They had all the money they could ever need and although it bought them material things it didn’t necessarily bring them excitement. The twins liked fast cars and sex with slutty girls and Pippa liked horses and god knows what else, when it came to sex.

“We all need some downtime daddy,” said Pippa.

“You’ve got some downtime for the next week, it’s half term, but you don’t think today’s influential people got where they did without hard work when they were younger, do you?” said Tristan.

Nat and I kept quiet; it wasn’t our place to butt in during a family discussion.

“Yes, but…” stammered Sinner.

“No buts,” interrupted Tristan. “These are the facts. You only have to look at the elections to see I’m right. Both of those fine men worked their socks off to become leaders of their parties and the one who has worked the hardest will become the next prime minister in only a few weeks. You don’t think they spent all their time racing cars and partying, do you?”

“I’m sure they did a little bit,” replied Ice. “No one is that perfect.”

“Looking at the slur campaign against the left, I’d say one of them isn’t as strait laced as he makes out,” said Pippa. “He’s losing popularity by the day according to the latest polls.”

“Well, that’s my point exactly. If he’s done things in the past that are coming back to haunt him, he should have thought about it before hand. Who knows what might become of the three of you in the future? You need to ensure that no one has any dirt on you that can be used against you in the future,” said Tristan.

“It doesn’t really matter father. Even if there isn’t any, people will just make it up,” said Ice. “The leader of the left is denying all the allegations.”

“Well, he’s hardly going to admit it, is he?” laughed Sinner.

“It would be nice if he did,” said Natalie. “I’d vote for a politician who could actually answer a question straight, rather than avoiding it.”

There was a brief pause as everyone looked at Natalie. Even I was surprised she’d spoken up.

“We never answer a question directly,” said Sinner. “It’s part of the training. If we answer with a definitive yes or no it can be used later to get back at us if we change our minds.”

“So, don’t change your minds. Stick to the answer and follow it through,” she said. “Isn’t that called being honest?”

“I really don’t think we’re going to listen to the political analysis of a street girl,” laughed Helen.

“Mummy stop it,” chastised Pippa. “Nat and Becca are our guests and you’ve done nothing but be mean to them since you met them. Just stop it.”

“Pippa my dear, these girls have no understanding of politics, they dance around with their boobs out for men to ogle at, their opinion doesn’t count for anything.”

She was really goading us now, but Natalie kept a cool head.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she shrugged. “Having a degree in economics probably doesn’t count for much.”

The room fell into a stunned silence.

Robert arrived to remove the first course and replace it with the lobster tail appetiser. After he left Tristan broke the silence.

“You have a degree in economics?” he said.

“Yeah, I’m not just a pretty face and a fantastic pair of tits,” she said.

Pippa and the boys burst out laughing and even Tristan smirked.

“And what about you Becca,” said Helen as though my name had left a bad taste in her mouth. “Do you have any hidden talents?”

“I do yes, but maybe you should ask your sons about that,” I said raising my eyebrows.

Pippa and the twins laughed again.

“Well really!” she spat. “That’s not a dining room conversation and certainly not very lady like.”

“I’m not a lady,” I pointed out. “I’m just a street girl, remember?”

There was more laughter from the rest of the family. Helen was now the brunt of the joke as her humiliation back fired on her.

She downed her third glass of champagne and tucked in to her appetiser, rather than risking another sarcastic comment from me.

Pippa rolled her eyes as if to say ‘oh dear, that didn’t go down very well’ and she too started eating her food. Ice squeezed my thigh under escort bursa the table to show his support.

“What are your thoughts on the elections, Becca?” asked Tristan who seemed to value my opinion unlike his wife.

“To be honest I haven’t really been following it,” I said. “I know we’ve got Hugh’s on the left and Wilson on the right but their policies seem very similar. Neither party is extreme left or extreme right. If you combine their differences and aimed them down the middle, I think the balance would be about right. It’s nothing more than a popularity contest if you ask me.”

I’d made a point of catching up on who was who and what the party policies were as I was expecting it to come up in conversation at some point. The twins were studying politics after all. Wilson was the guy with a scar on his chin and Hugh’s had ginger hair.

“Interesting philosophy,” he replied.

“I think if a political party had policies which supported both the people and country rather than one or the other, it would please most people.”

“Write this down boys,” giggled Tristan. “She’s talking a lot of sense.”

“You’re over simplifying it,” said Sinner. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”

“I know, but having one party dragged through the mud just so that the other party can win, seems very childish to me,” I replied. “It doesn’t seem to be about who has the best policies or who’s doing the right thing for the people or the country, it’s about who can defend themselves better against media accusations and come out on top.”

“Slur campaigns are all part of politics,” said Ice. “But you are right. Whoever looks the best will win.”

“Well, I hear that Hugh’s s isn’t doing very well on that count,” said Pippa. “What is the slur campaign against him?”

“Oh, little sis, don’t you follow social media,” said Sinner, as though he was patronising a nine-year-old. “Hugh’s has been accused of screwing prostitutes, cheating on his wife and bribing people to keep it covered up. It’s the usual approach.”

“Is it true?” asked Natalie.

“Does it matter?” snorted Tristan. “He’s not going to come back from it, Wilson has as good as won it already.”

It was easy to see which side Tristan was voting for. In fact, the whole family seemed to be in Wilson’s court by the sound of their sniggers.

We had all finished our lobster tails by now and Robert was back once again to take away the plates and provide us with a fresh Caesar salad each.

“The food is amazing,” I said.

“Thank you, Miss Swanson, I’ll pass on your compliments to the chef,” said Robert, before he glided off again.

Helen had gone very quiet and at first, I thought it was because I’d made her into a laughing stock but that wasn’t the reason. She’d downed almost a whole bottle of champagne to herself in less than an hour and was looking like she wouldn’t make it to dessert. Her eyes were drooping and she looked half asleep.

“Is she alright?” I whispered to Pippa.

She glanced at her mother and then whispered back to me.

“She drinks more when she’s stressed,” she said. “She’ll be ok.”

She patted my thigh for reassurance as I watched Helen picking at her salad.

“Anyway, enough talk about politics, what have you got planned for our gorgeous visitors this weekend?” said Tristan sounding up beat.

“Please come horse riding with me tomorrow. Please, please please,” said Pippa gripping my thigh tighter.

I looked over at Sinner and Ice.

“She won’t take no for an answer Becca,” laughed Sinner. “It’s fine with us.”

“I guess I’m going riding then,” I shrugged at Tristan.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” cooed Pippa. “It’ll be so much fun. Natalie, are you coming too?”

“Hmmm horses scare me if I’m honest,” she replied. “I’ll give it a miss if that’s ok.”

“You can spend the morning at the pool with us if you like,” said Ice. “Then we can all meet up later.”

“Great,” beamed Pippa. “I can’t wait to show you around the grounds, we can go for a hack around daddy’s estate.”

Natalie and I had already planned to split up if the opportunity presented itself. It meant we could try and gather more information separately and then report back to each other at night when everyone was in bed. So far that plan was working.

I could ask leading questions to Pippa and Natalie could work her magic on the twins.

“You must show me your motor bikes too,” said Pippa excitably. “Maybe you could take me out on the back of it.”

“Of course,” I said.

“Not a chance in hell,” snapped Helen. “Those things are a death trap.”

Everyone seemed surprised that she’d said anything. I assumed we’d heard the last from her and that she’d fall asleep any second.

“Oh mummy, we won’t go too fast. Becca can run me to the gate house and back.”

“NO! I won’t have this little skank risking my daughter’s life,” she shouted.

The booze had definitely taken over but I wasn’t going to stand for that.

“I’m not a skank, Mrs Kingsley. Sure, I might be different to you, but there’s really no need to talk about me like that,” I said calmly.

“Oh shut up, I know what you are. I know what both of you are,” she said pointing at Nat and I with a jabbing finger.

Home Early

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I pouted as I watched Melanie type away on her laptop. She was so sexy when she was working. She had on her black pajama bottoms and a black sports bra. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and her face wore an expression of concentration. She was an advertising executive at the firm she worked at, and she had to close a deal with some big shoe chain. All of the details were a bit lost on me since I never cared much for business, but she loves it.

So, I watched her sitting at her desk, putting finishing touches on her “pitch” and wished that she would pitch a few things my way. These past few weeks, I’d barely gotten any. When she gets wrapped up in one of her accounts, she kinda shuts off the love machine. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I’ve just got so much work to do, she’d tell me. It’s these times that frustrate me the most. Normally, we’re at it like rabbits, but sometimes, she takes on a big account and turns into a work horse.

I decided to try just one more time, see if I could get her to come to bed with me. After all, she told me that the details were pretty much done, and that she “just wanted to be sure” that everything was in order. Knowing her, that meant that she was improving something that was already perfect.

I walked over behind her and wrapped my arms around her, bending down to whisper in her ear.

“Come to bed, baby.”

“Not tonight sweetie.”

“But baby, I want you. I need you.” I tried licking my way from her ear to her collarbone, and felt her shudder.

“I can’t. The big day is tomorrow, and this is a million dollar contract,” she told me, but I could feel her resolve weaken.

“But, baby, I really want you to.” I kissed her ear.

“Sorry baby, I’ll be down here for a while. But, don’t let me keep you.” With that, she was back to her work. I sulked back to the room and fell into a restless sleep.

The next day, I woke up and fixed her breakfast. I knew that she would be a bit nervous, so I tried to ease her mind and feed her tummy.

When she came down in her suit, looking all business, I wanted to jump on her right then, but I resisted.

We ate and talked about a friend’s birthday coming up and what we should get him. Then, she finished, and I walked her to the door.

“Good today luck baby.” I said, giving her a kiss and a squeeze on the butt. Then she was off to work. I watched the way her behind looked in her skirt as she walked away. bursa evi olan escort Damn, if I didn’t get some of her soon, I’d go mad!

I’m a painter, and I work out of a studio in the back of our house. So, I finished up my breakfast, cleaned the dishes and walked to the studio. At first it was a little hard to concentrate, thinking about Melanie and the hope that I could get some that night. But, soon I was painting away.

Later that afternoon, when I was well into my painting, someone grabbed me from behind. I could feel something hard pushing up against the small of my back. Of course, I screamed as loud as I could. I was filled with fear and regret. Why hadn’t I locked the door when I came in? Now this monster was in my studio and about to do something horrible to me.

“Shhhh…No one can hear you, and you’re mine now anyway.” Said a voice, and the intruder bit my neck. Immediately I was aroused. Melanie must have come home early after her meeting. I loved it when she got rough like this.

“Bend over,” she said, then pushed me against the table and kicked my legs apart. She leaned over and hissed into my ear, “You like this, don’t you?”

All I could do was moan and nod. Melanie had such a power over me; I just couldn’t resist her.

“I know you do, you little slut.” She said, and shoved my sweatpants and underwear down past my knees. She rubbed my butt, her hands felt so hot. I pushed back against them, trying to feel more, but she moved them away. She pulled my hair, forcing my head back.

“Did I tell you that you could do that?”

“N-No, you didn’t.”

“No what?” Ooh! She was really taking charge today.

“No ma’am.” I was so turned on, I had to struggle to stay standing.

“I didn’t think so,” she said, “That was a bad thing you did. So, what should I do to you?”

I had mentioned wanting to try submission, but Mel didn’t seem to take it to heart. I was thrilled by the thought that she would actually spank me. By now, I’m sure she could smell my arousal and if she had put her hand between my legs, she’d have felt it too.

“I think you need to be punished,” she said, rubbing hand against my bottom.

“No. Please no!” I said, knowing she’d do it anyway.

“Oh, I have to. How else will you learn?”

I just whimpered and poked my butt out a little more.

She picked her hand up and I knew what was coming next. altıparmak escort Her hand slammed down on my ass, and it stung like hell, but it felt so good all at the same time. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, I wanted nothing for than for her to spank me again, and she did. Her hand came down again, two, three, four…ten times, and each blow felt amazing. Then, she rubbed my sore behind, soothing the stinging sensation. She cooed into my ear, “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Yes ma’am” I said, barely able to concentrate because as she bent over me to talk into my ear, I was reminded of that something hard between her legs. She pressed it into me through her pants, and I bit my lip.

“You feel that? You like that?” she said, almost as if she really didn’t know the answer.

“Yes. It feels so good.”

“You want it?”

“Yes…”

“Yes what?” she shot back, giving me a slap.

“Aaahhh! Yes, ma’am!” I said. Where had she learned this, it was great!

“Are you sure?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“I want you to…”

“Yes…?”

“I…I want you to fuck me.”

“Ooooh, such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl.” Smack “You want me to fuck you, huh?” I could hear her zipper, and my vagina spasmed.

“Is this what you want?” She asked as she positioned the head so it was barely touching my swollen lips.

“Yes, ma’am. Please!”

“Please what? What do you want me to do? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?”

“Yes! Yes ma’am!”

“Say it!”

“I want you to fuck my like the slut I am! I want you to fuck me hard with your dick! Please! Please fuck me!” I couldn’t believe how readily I was begging her to have her way with me.

She chuckled and said, “I knew you were my little slut. You always will be.” Then, she popped the head in.

The feeling was exquisite. “More!” I screamed, but she yanked it out, leaving me breathless.

“You don’t make orders here! I’ll tell you what you can and cannot have! You just shut up and take it!” she punctuated the ” take it” with a loud slap on my ass.

“Yes ma’am.” I didn’t care what she said, just so long as she put that dildo back in me.

“Now, you’ll just have to wait a little longer,” she said, knowing that would be torture.

She scraped her nail lightly against my clit, and I almost fell.

“Keep your ass in the air!” She said, grabbing my hips and hoisting me up a little higher.

“Yes ma’am.”

Without warning, she pushed the head in once again.

“Aaahh!”

“Feel good? You want more?” she said, I could hear the smile in her voice

“Yes ma’am. Please, give me more.”

She slammed a few more inches into me, pulled out, then slammed in a little more. She kept going until I could feel her pelvis on my ass. She stayed there for a second and I marveled at the feeling of fullness. Then, she slowly pulled out and started a smooth rhythm. I was grabbing on to the sheet I had over the table to protect it from paint. Every thrust and every withdrawal felt amazing.

She pulled my hair back, forcing me to bend my head toward her. She bit down on my shoulder and hissed into my ear.

“You like the way I fuck you?”

“Oh yes. I love it.”

“Does it feel good?”

“It f-feels so good…”

“Mmm…you’re my little slut aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m your slut. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Then, she laughed, threw me hard against the table, grabbed my hips and started ramming me hard. I was screaming in no time.

“You like that? Does it feel good?

“Yes…fuck me…fuck me hard.”

“You better not cum!”

“No…oh God…I won’t cum.”

“You like it deep, don’t you?”

“Yes. I love it. It feels so good.”

“I know you do. You love the way this dick feels inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes. I love your dick.”

She was slamming into me like there was no tomorrow. I knew I’d be sore in the morning, but I didn’t care. I was in ecstasy. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and had just fallen over on the table.

“You want to cum?”

“Yes. Please let me cum!”

“Louder!”

“PLEASE! Let me cum! I want to cum!”

“You want to cum all over my dick don’t you? You want to get my dick all slick and sticky.”

“Yes…aahh…yess…please.”

“Cum for me baby, cum hard for me.” She said in a gentle voice that surprised me a little.

It think she came with me, because I could hear her yelling curses and “oh my god’s” too.

“Oh God…yess…I’m cummming…aaaaahhhh!” I fell over, and she had to wrap her arms around my waist to steady us.

She slowed her pace as I came down from my climax. I felt like I was floating. Then, she picked me up and carried me to the bedroom where she ran a bath for me. She put me in, and climbed in after me. We sat and washed each other, then held each other. Then we got out and went to bed. Every now and again, she treats me with a romp like that, and I love it more every time.

A Conversation

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Dear reader. About two years ago I had an online friendship through Literotica. My friend had an interest in Clothed Female, Nude Male, among other interests. She is a much favored writer here. I wrote this story for her in 2009 and I recently came across it in my documents. We had good times online for about a year, we wrote private stories for each other. I thought I’d share this with you.

By the way, this was before Skype.

Jay Richards.

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Hello, anyone there?

Jay?

Yes…Sally?

Hi.

Hi.

Well, this is fun.

It is, we get to speak but still kind of anonymous.

Hmmm pretty cool. When I was a kid you couldn’t imagine this kind of thing. Cell phones, computers, texting, phone sex…

Ha ha, you’re kind of funny. Are you home?

Yes, I’m alone up in our spare room. How’s the story going, the one with the teacher-Mr. Richardson?

Oh, it’s going well. I’ll send you the new pages.

So describe where you are, and what you’re wearing.

Ok, I’m in my bedroom on the bed. I have pillows behind me and the laptop on a low kind of food tray above my lap. I’m wearing shorts and a John Mellencamp T shirt.

Did you work today?

Yes, only one shift.

Did you think about this conversation today while you were working?

Yes.

What did you think about it?

I hoped it would happen.

Did you have your doubts?

Well…yeah some, I wouldn’t blame you if you decided not to be here but it’s just fun you know?

Nothing serious right?

Right.

What are you wearing?

Uh, shorts, T shirt no socks or shoes. But I want to get back to you…your day-you said you thought about this conversation today, what did you think about it, besides that you hoped I’d find my way into the chat room…what else? Before you bursa escort answer, I promise I will not lie or say anything that is not really happening, I will be truthful in everything we do today.

So will I Jay. I hoped we would have some kind of cyber-sex.

Did you get excited about that thought? Did your heart pound? Were you hoping to make yourself cum?

Yes I wanted to cum all day whenever I thought about this.. Can I ask you a question?

Yes

Are you hard? Is your cock hard in your shorts?

Yes, very hard. My heart is throbbing in my throat.

Can you open your shorts and slide them down your legs?

Yes. Hold on a minute.

Ok, my shorts are off. My nipples are hard and I am becoming excited.

By what? What is making you so excited Jay?

I..I feel almost as if you will see my hardened cock if I take off my underwear. I will feel so exposed to you with my cock standing out like that.

I will see it Jay, I will see your cock. Your computer is allowing me to see you. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine that I’m seeing you and you see me?

Yes

Today you will do as I ask Jay won’t you? You will be my cum boy right?

Yes…I will try.

You will be, you will listen to me and please me, and I will please you. Please remove your T shirt.

Ok, Hold on.

It’s off.

Touch your chest, not your nipples, just your chest.

Now run your palms over your nipples Jay, make them hard.

They are so hard already.

Stroke them softly.

Yes, I will. Uhhh…

Now remove your under shorts.

Ok

I did it.

You are nude.

Yes.

You are alone, and nude for me while I am fully dressed. Your hardened cock is standing up for me. you are so naked and exposed.

Yes.

Continue to stroke your nipples, tell me about it.

Oh bursa escort bayan god it feels so good, my cock is so hard, I’m dripping.

You’re dripping slippery pre cum.

Yes.

Put some on your finger and apply it to your nipples Jay

Sally I…

What Jay?

I want to stroke it, I want to stroke my cock.

No. Don’t. Put the pre cum on your nipples Jay, lube them.

Yes, I did.

Is there more pre cum?

Yes

Put some on your finger Jay, and place it in your mouth. It will prepare you for what you are going to do.

What?

You’tr going to fulfill the story about tasting your cum Jay, you;re going to do it for me, and for my friend.

Your friend?

Yes, her name is Tiana, she is watching with me.

Oh I….yes, you said you might have a friend, it’s ok-hi friend.

She says hi back to you

Sally, are you dressed still?

Yes, I’m going to remain dressed today although I might put my hand into my panties, I want you to know that while you are nude for me with your hardened cock dripping for me, I am fully clothed as you are standing before me and my friend. You are completely exposed to us.

Do you feel strange touching yourself in front of your friend, isn’t that a little nasty?

Does that thought excite you?

Yes. The thought of her watching you stroke your vagina is very exciting, even more if she touches herself at the same time. I know you aren’t interested in girls, but I can dream can’t I?

Ha ha, yes you can Jay…but remember that you are listening to me, I am instructing you and you are going to be displaying your hardened cock and your swaying balls to me in all of your nakedness, right?

Yes Sally, my hardened cock and swaying balls are exposed to you and your friend right now. I am standing naked and dripping.

Taste escort bursa your pre cum Jay, lick your finger. Suck it into your mouth.

I am…Sally, I’m licking my pre cum… I want to cum…I want to cum on you…are you touching yourself…are you stroking your open pussy Sally, are you putting your fingers inside you?

Yes Jay, I am, I am stroking my pussy waiting for you to squirt your cum on my nipples…and then Jay, you are going to taste it, you are going to do that today….now, you may cum on my nipples now, but I have to hear your promise-that you will do it, you will taste the hot cum from my nipples…

I will Sally, I’m going to do it for you, I’m going to cum on you…my eyes are closed, I see you with your knees drawn up your vagina is so open to me, your fingers are plunging in now…your nipples are so hard for me I…mmm. Cumming….I’m squirting ……..onnnn…..youuuuuuuu………….

Lick it now Jay, don’t think about it,…you promised me… lick it, lick it now……….

Uhhhh I’m cumming again…………I’m squirting on youuuu your nipples are dripping my cum, I’m going to lick it now….. I’m tasting it Sally…it is on my tongue, my first taste of my cum from your nipples. I’m eating my cum for you.

Jay….I’m cumming…………uhhhhhh Oh………oh……….I’m squirting……….

Taste your nectar Sally, lick it from your hand…

Uhhhh oh Jay….I’m licking it, my friend is cumming too, she’s screaming….it’s so funny. Wait, give me a minute, my heart is pounding………………..Wow. Ok, now, tell me how it tasted -your cum how was it?

Uhh…pungent, a little odd…I’m a little turned off by the smell of my cum, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought.

Will you do it again Jay?

Only for you Sally, I promise I’ll eat my cum if doing so makes you squirt your cum. I have to clean up, I got cum on my keyboard. Ha ha.

That was fun.

Thank you for letting me know you were fingering your pussy for me, it was my favorite visual.

Anytime sport, anytime.

See you soon.

Bye.

Bye.

Doug Ellis Ch. 07

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Moments of tenderness are few inside a male prison institution. That is not because Jails have an insufficiency of love, compassion, companionship and many other things we take for granted when we are cared for. It is a gross oversimplification of a massively complex psychological maze, more because there is so much need, that care must be shared among so many in dire need, that those working or living in the environment who do care, and many do, would be sucked dry by the great “Compassion Sponge”. Many crack under that burden anyway; staff and inmates. Most develop some sort of safety valve in order to limit the effect of the grief around generated by so many shattered lives. Most of the inmates fucked up their own lives somehow but what is left still has needs that go beyond shelter, food and water.

Word got back to the lifer unit, via the hospital cleaners that Ellis was admitted in a semi conscious state following his “Interview” in security. This was enough to lay suspicions about Ellis’ relationship with the security department but curiosity spawned rumour like wildfire as tongues wagged and hasty conclusions were jumped to. No-one got near to guessing the truth and no-one was going to get to hear it from the perpetrators.

Phillip Goodall, by now used to the shelter afforded by such a powerful cellmate grew anxious when Ellis did not return to the wing. On one level he was concerned for Ellis’ well being when he learned that what had started out as an interview in security ended in hospital. The deep truth had not emerged, just the drama on the surface. Goodall was a long term survivor in institutions and instinctively, selfishly, he feared what might happen to him if Doug didn’t come back and…” what would the new man to share his cell be like?”

Meanwhile, in one of those rare moments of tenderness, Ellis was carefully and sensitively examined in the hospital that night, the external tissue trauma recorded and a report made. Mysterious injuries and even deaths occur inside secure institutions with alarming frequency and staff at all levels are expected to give evidence on what occurred but also to close ranks to protect the reputation of the “Service” (including the criminal actions of individuals) as well as the institution. The nature of such an incidence of obvious brutality requires that some evidence was recorded, if someone started hurling allegations, plausibility and concrete proof was the best defense. However, this document was not placed with others detailing the date and time of Ellis’ admission. In fact, nobody but the maker of the report and Ellis, who still appeared to be unconscious at the time of its making, would know that such an examination had taken place. After 36 hours, when Ellis returned to the lifer unit and the simple record of his admission mysteriously disappeared, Singleton could be satisfied that nobody would be able to demonstrate what had happened if questions were asked. Though it would not incriminate Singleton nor Dursley, at least the hospital could be assured that if and when the shit hit the fan, they would not be in the firing line. What is more, the needs of a damaged human being were met with skill and compassion directly, even if one potential pathway to justice was well disguised.

Doug Ellis would not have expected to draw on the good will of hospital staff as witnesses even if he had intended to press charges. This had been, by no means, the most serious physical abuse he had suffered, though it ranked high in the rating of sexual abuse meted out to him. Thanks mainly to his extraordinary control of the situation, his injuries were superficial and nobody understood anger management better. He was serving a full life term for a premeditated act of revenge and his life could be made so much worse by a program of protest, even through proper channels, which may or may not eventually lead to judicial redress. Getting even had got him ‘life’. So, along with everything else, he filed it away.

The ego of Frank Singleton was far too great to be much troubled by concerns about overstepping the mark with Ellis and as usual Dursley was off somewhere, admiring his ripped muscularity in any passing reflection, be it shop window or the glossy paintwork of a car he admired almost as much. Arrogant and vain, the pair of them but Dursley wasn’t watching who was watching him and was too thick skinned, too pumped full of testosterone to realise he was expendable, even vulnerable. He’d grown used to the ‘shock and awe’ effect his bursa yabancı escort body had on women and men alike and thanks to Singleton’s little training sessions, he was always hungry for the high which Singleton himself derived from totally dominating physically powerful people.

Men in the prison, resented Dursley but occasionally there would be one who risked the fuming, violent, masculine aura of the man for a chance to improve their lot. Dursley would pimp these men around the landings at night. If they wanted his body, they would often settle for satisfying someone else for a small reward. Those who wouldn’t do sexual favours often carried the little deliveries he wanted done of contraband he’d bring in from contacts arranged by Singleton on the outside. As a regular officer, with little seniority and considerable distrust, he could not just roam the prison and needed ‘trustees’ collaboration to get his smuggled items to their destinations. However, there was one inmate, eyeing up Dursley on a regular basis, had used the privilege of his daily duties to see every inch of that extraordinary sculpted, tanned and tattooed body over and over again, as the man tortured his sinews in the prison gym and then as he luxuriated under the shower afterwards.

Alun Dent, one of the gym orderlies, carefully made sure nobody else noticed his minute examinations, as with great effort he restrained his salivating, the pumping of his blood and intense pressure in his temples. Dent himself was a fanatical addict to exercise, his small frame was tightly packed with hard powerful muscle and for his size he was immensely strong. He trained for strength, not for beauty, he used no enhancement, his muscle grew tightly packed and powerful just from working again and again with the weights. The feeling was so strong in him when the effort came close to tearing his muscle fibre and when, in recovery they once again made him aware of his physique, that he understood his addiction completely. He didn’t mind a bit when Dursley left the biggest dumbbells all round the place, Dent liked a tidy tight and compact gym that reflected him personally. Several times per week Dent was left in the gym after the prisoners were taken back to their cells, locked down with the weights he would deep clean and make the tatty old tiles of the shower their best as if it were part of him. Then, on a regular basis he would be alone with the phenomenon that was Lee Dursley as the swaggering bully arrived for his workout.

Around the institution, Dent was nicknamed “wolf man” or “little wolf” , as the extraordinary pelt of dark hair that ran unkempt down his back and across his shoulders and frothed excessively from under his prison issue white tee shirt contrasted starkly with his pale skin. It got him noticed and was a badge of masculinity that his small stature denied him and it disguised like a camouflage net, the artillery of his compact musculature. In another way, 5 feet 4 inches and hung, Dent is unusual, but really hung.

Dent’s task, to conceal his sexual excitement at the sight of Dursley’s “bent over fly” his “squats”, his “bench rowing”, his ‘washing that muscle arse of his in the shower,’ was made all the more taxing by the possession of such a massively thick and long uncut dong which could reach the furry cleft in his chest at full erection. He was a genuinely priapic, God of a man .

Dursley was happy enough to soak his own, wholly adequate knob in the guts of another man in order to demonstrate his superiority in every way, it gave him a frisson he couldn’t generate inside a woman’s body, however, he was not inclined to admire the male sex and most certainly would not take pleasure to receive 11 inches of rock hard, pulsating man flesh passionately shoved up his own arse and pumped like a demolition hammer in the interests of someone else’s pleasure. So, as there was no way Dent was going to oblige Dursley’s sadism without the chance to stuff his raging monster cock into the tender puckered hole of the nasty officer, Alun Dent had to content himself with private fantasy. However, these obsessions have a way of eating at you, don’t they? Love would find a way, a peculiar, unrequited love, in peculiar circumstances, would have to find a peculiar way.

Dent had only 18 months until parole and he had big plans for a new life as a personal trainer. Mr. Bantock had seen to it that all the certification available had been studied for and there were few people bursa sınırsız escort around better qualified or better experienced than he. From anatomy to nutrition, from calisthenics to power lifting, Dent was primed with the coaching skills. So however he longed to taste Lee Dursley’s tanned and tattooed man meat and to stretch his uptight, self important arshole good and wide around his mamouth prick, Dent wouldn’t risk a potential future for five minutes of fucking. Whereas Dursley was too impetuous and gave not the slightest thought to such a risk in a passing sexual encounter.

He’d rubbed the soap enthusiastically into his genitals at the thought of his ‘breaking in’ of the massively muscular Doug Ellis but in his ego he had already forgotten the disempowerment implied in the manner of his orgasm, the way it seemed snatched away from him, electrifying though it had been.

Mr. Bantock’s return to the building, signalled by the jangle of the great keys he carried, brought Dent out of his fascination,. Odd, he thought, that Harry Bantock, his mentor, didn’t stir his lust in that way. Every bit the powerful male athlete but none of the strange animal magnetism of Dursley somehow. Great strength in thighs, butt, abs, chest, shoulders, arms, he’d be such a buzz to fuck with, a real powerhouse of a sexual partner.

Perhaps his gaze tarried too long on the body of the boss, maybe there was something about him after all, he’d always assumed that Bantock’s interest was entirely professional, focussed in on the precise perfection of an exercise but maybe his focus was deeper in the muscle than Dent thought. What about the way he studied Ellis in his power squats, as the bar bent over the big man’s shoulders and he lowered his arse towards the mat, perhaps that look on Bantock’s face was disguising more admiration than a coach would usually be prepared to display? Sure, he wanted Ellis to do well, as he did with all the boys but it was a special pride he held for the work of that big fella, Ellis, for sure.

In a typical, Official way, Bantock, legs planted wide and confident, hands clasped behind him in relaxed anticipation, coughed gently to remind Dent that he was not alone with his thoughts. Alas for Dent, his great, throbbing horse cock had sprung into life and the prison issue joggers and shorts were hopelessly poor camouflage for the flesh tube extending down the powerful little prisoner’s furry leg as he turned to face the boss. It was as Bantock’s face flushed red that Dent knew his deductions about Bantock were at least in part true.

He said “Sorry, Boss.” in a modest tone, almost as if her were actually ashamed, even though he felt no such embarrassment. He hefted his impossibly thick rod with his left hand as if endeavoring to conceal his erection. A look of horrified fascination flashed almost imperceptibly across Bantock’s face before he pulled himself together and ordered Dent into his tiny office as Dursley, oblivious, moved in the other direction towards the changing room.

Once again an impossible situation crashed over Bantock but at least his presence of mind was clear enough to realise he had made this man’s potential future and could derail it very easily. He released his cock and balls from the stifling pressure of his gym shorts and for only the second time in his entire life stood sexually aroused in front of another man. Dent was not about to pass up an opportunity such as this and fell forward onto his knees expertly swallowing the whole of Bantock’s entirely adequate cock and taking his breath away. Once the head of Harry’s cock was in his throat, Dent could wrestle free from his own shorts and the relief of letting out his bent and squashed in erection brought tears to his eyes. Once this was accomplished he started to use circular breathing and his throat muscles to work on Bantock’s rock hard cock occasionally backing off to lap tenderly and delightedly at the glans and Bantock’s piss slit as a succession of tiny gasps and the rolling of astonished eyes countered Dent’s contented purrs of satisfaction.

Dent had hurt more than a few men who had craved his magnificent fuck tool, some pretty seriously. Much as Dent was gagging to pinion the gym supremo now he was a quivering mess in Dent’s hot mouth, he was not about to exert his lust on a heavier man he could probably not subdue and rupturing Bantock’s inside could not fail to bring about the orderly’s downfall. Besides, he was having a great time, görükle escort confined in the tight space of the little office, his cock bouncing up against his belly as he sucked, supporting himself by gripping the hard, globular buttocks of his mentor.

Gently easing off the tumescent glans with a few laps and kisses, looking up into Bantock’s amazed face, he massaged Bantock’s arse with his powerful paws and as he reached out with the tip of his tongue for the very end of Bantock’s cock he touched the tight and frightened button of Bantock’s anus with his thick index finger. As if a bolt of electricity had shot through him, Bantock’s legs buckled and an incoherent grunt rose from his throat. With an audible thump, he fell back against the door but he let go as Dent plunged forward once more into Bantock’s pubic hair. As the slippery wet rocket crammed back into the lunging gullet of the kneeling wolf-man, Dent pressed his finger back into the hairy forest around Bantock’s spasming anus and touched it again. Bantock’s wad swelled like a bow wave up from his guts and out through the constriction of Dent’s massaging throat, his massive thighs, strained, quaking and shaking with the unconscious effort, so far out of his control as to seem dis-embodied. Dent kept the whole of his boss’ penis entirely submerged and continued to milk Bantock’s balls, rippling the muscles of his talented throat, forcing the bigger man to judder again and again in a daze of sexual bliss he could never have conceived of knowing.

While Bantock was totally helpless, Dent turned him carefully towards the door and began to snuffle his stubbled face into Bantock’s arse, half expecting the coach to regain consciousness and call time-out but far from it. Bannock whimpered and back his arse right out onto Dent’s face, endeavouring to envelope it completely with his downy buttocks as Dent expertly drilled his way towards the big man’s greatest asset. Gripping the gym officer’s massive quads, Dent pulled himself in as Bantock pushed back and Dent now knew that one day, not today but one day, the Little Wolf would be banging on that big man arse for sure and Bantock would be begging him to split him in two with his jackhammer fucking.

How’s that for a vision of the future? Thought the diminutive orderly.

Still on his knees, with his face as far into the warmth and welcome of Harry Bantock as he could press himself, Dent spluttered his own orgasm and squirted a foot of jizz across the vinyl flooring towards the gap under the door. Bantock continued to gasp for breath, chest heaving, and as he felt the trumpeting against his ring, he popped his nut again, all over the back of the door, his face pathetically squashed, helpless, ecstatically distorted against the institutional grey-green paintwork. There they stayed for 30 seconds, a minute, two. Dent still lapping automatically at the delighted organ he had discovered. Bantock, spluttering breath, so disorientated and confused by his lust and his emotions as to have utterly become somebody else in 10 minutes. Destroyed and remade.

First to his senses, Dent, even distracted as he was, his member, drooping slightly but still throbbing with sexual delight, his shining knob, connected by a thread-like drool from it’s tip to the glob on the floor, saw a shadow move in the light coming from the other side of the door. All the noises they had been producing, undeniably sexual in nature, transmitted to the eavesdropping officer on the other side.

As the action quieted, Dursley said nothing, turned his key in the gate and left the building, his footsteps echoing in the courtyard outside as he turned towards the security headquarters. “After all,” he thought with a filthy grin, “You never know when you need a lever on somebody.”

Realising the significance of Dursley’s witness, shocked Bantock into consciousness and he turned back sharply into the room, leaving a print of saliva on his stubbled face and cum dribbles down the paintwork.

“Wha..” was all he could initially manage as a surge of panic overcame him and his eyes popped at the thought of possible consequences as he struggled for coherence.

He looked down at the mess between his legs, at the skid of cum and the furry little man who had launched it. Dent’s chiseled face looked up into his and he winked, they both had so much to lose but had just felt something that kind of made it all okay and for the first time in weeks Bantock laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation. They had gone so far beyond the credible that it no longer mattered. Dent straightened slightly and was able to reach the dome of Bantock’s penis slurping it back into his mouth, relishing it and the bigger man, reaching down, planted a big, masculine hand on the back of his head and petted the little wolf.

Hers

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I’d moved to the city, just having graduated from college with a master’s in computer science and having a nice job at a prestigious tech firm as well as an entry level bonus which allowed me to rent a nice, little apartment. Nothing too fancy but comfortable just the same. Years of sacrificing my social life had finally paid off. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to have fun. I was just focused on my degree and future career. While most of my friends were off getting drunk or high and getting laid every weekend, I would be busy studying in my dorm room, trying my best to concentrate over the thumping bass and distant sounds of laughter wafting down the hall.

After settling in to my new digs, I decided to let my hair down, so to speak which is funny because I actually had short hair. Easier to take care of and I always thought I looked better with short hair rather than long. Slipping on a pair of skinny jeans as well as a tee shirt that emphasized my c cup breasts rather nicely, I threw on some make-up and headed out to have some fun.

The first couple of clubs that I tried left me flat. Drunken guys, their breath stinking of beer and cigarettes, tried hitting on me but I definitely wasn’t interested in what they were offering. I honestly didn’t know what I was looking for as far as a good time but I know that a simple hook-up wasn’t it.

I was just about to walk home, having politely but firmly telling the latest would be suitor no thanks, when it started raining. It’s not that I was scared of getting a little wet but I was wearing a white shirt and didn’t want everybody I passed to get a free show so I used my phone to call an uber driver.

A late model Dodge Caravan pulled up, and I hopped in, noticing thankfully that I had lucked out with an older woman as a driver instead of another dude. I definitely didn’t want to deal with men right then. “Where to, hun?” the woman asked, her voice having a slight southern accent.

“Home, unfortunately.” I replied. “Unless you know of a bar where I won’t get hit on by a bunch of drunk guys.”

The driver laughed at that. “Yeah, I just might know of a place like that, if you want to go.” I thought about it for a moment. The night was still young and I was bound and determined that my self-celebration wouldn’t be ruined by what happened so far.

“Okay, sure. Take me there.” I couldn’t help but notice her slight smile when I agreed to go to this magical nirvana of a bar.

About five minutes later, we pulled up in front of a non-descript building simply named “HERS”. Just before I exited the van, my driver pulled out a slip of paper, wrote something down and handed it to me. “I’m gonna be drivin’ all night, hun.” she said as I took it from her hand. “So, when you’re ready to go home, just give my number a call. “Name’s Ruth.”

Smiling, I put the number in my purse. “Thanks for that, Ruth. I’m Brooke.” I replied, smiling at the little bit of good luck that seemed to have shined upon me. Stepping out, I hurried to the front door and walked inside.

The first thing I noticed about HERS was the smell. A faint, pleasing hint of lavender was in the air, not stale beer and smoke. I showed my ID to the woman sitting in a chair right when I walked in. Her sleeveless tee showcased her muscular, tattooed arms nicely as well as a large amount of cleavage. I would never have worn something like that but I didn’t have the build or breasts to pull it off, anyway.

Walking down the darkened hallway, I turned the corner and was greeted by the sight of a half- filled room. It was when my eyes adjusted to the ambient light that realization hit me. The reason why there were no men, the reason why there were six couples dancing to the slow tune coming over the speakers, all of them women, the reason why the club was named HERS: I was in a lesbian club.

I guess I should have realized it sooner but I was a bit disoriented over my night so far, as well as the three beers I’d consumed, to form this conclusion. My first instinct was to turn around and head out, hailing a taxi home, Ruth be damned. But, as I stood there, I decided to just give it a try. Hell, it couldn’t be any worse that what I’d already experienced so far.

I walked over to the bar, trying my best not to notices all of the eyes watching me, and sat down on the stool. The bartender was a rather pretty Latina who smiled as she came over, handing me a drink menu. “First time, huh?”

“Um…”

“First time in a gay bar.” She replied.

“That obvious?” I said. I was doing my best to relax but it was apparent that I wasn’t comfortable here.

The bartender laughed. “After a while, you can spot a virgin. I’ll tell ya what. Since you decided to grace us with your presence, the first drinks on the house.”

I smiled, glancing down at the menu in my hand. I had really no idea what I was looking at but the name “Pink Lady” stood out so I decided on that one. The bartender smiled, gave me a wink and went to mix my drink. Turning around in bursa escort bayan my stool, I glanced around, just curious of who was here.

There were all types of women. Feminine types with short dresses and plunging necklines, rather masculine women, a couple of them looking strong enough to break bricks, older ladies who reminded me of my mother and some looking young enough that I wondered if they’d used fake IDs to get in.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bartender place my drink on the counter. It lived up to its name, being a light shade of pink. The first sip and I wondered if she’d forgotten to add alcohol. It was fruity and sweet without a nasty aftertaste. Turning back around, the sound of laughter drew my eyes to a darkened corner of the room.

Three women were sitting in a booth around a little table, laughing and toasting. I must have been staring a little too much because soon, one of the ladies got up and somewhat gracefully made her way over to me, sitting on the stool next to mine.

“Hey Allie,” the woman said, calling out to the bartender. “Another Pink Lady.”

“They are pretty good, aren’t they?” I said, taking another sip.

“Nah, I prefer white Russians. This drink is for you.” the woman said, smiling. She was about my height and age, hair braided into a rather intricately woven pony tail. “Name’s Sam. Wanna join us?”

“Um…sure, thanks. I’m Brooke.” I replied. I figured just sitting here, sipping on a delicious beverage with no one to talk to was getting rather boring. Hell, I could do that at home. And it wasn’t like I would be sleeping with them so some light conversation would be nice.

Sam picked up the drink Allie placed on the bar and I quickly downed the first one, hopping off the stool and picking up my purse. For a second, I got a little wobbly but I followed Sam to her table.

“Ladies, this is Brooke.” Sam said as she sat down next to a pretty African-American and put her arm around her. “Brooke, this is my girlfriend Aurora. That’s my sister, Sunny.” Sam said motioning to the woman who’d scooted over to make room for me.

“Nice to meet you.” I said, raising my drink. All three did the same and we took a sip.

“Haven’t seen you around.” Aurora said, trying hard not to stare at my chest. She had full lips, really beautiful dark eyes and wore a strapless dress that was tight enough to showcase her nipples.

“Yeah, I just moved here. Graduated college, got a new job and decided to treat myself.” I replied, taking another gulp of my drink.

“Well, congratulations!” Sam exclaimed, holding up her drink to toast me. “Here’s to Brooke. Moving on up in this damn world! Don’t need no man’s help!” The other two ladies joined in enthusiastically.

I giggled at that. “Thanks. So, you guys come here often?”

Sam laughed. “Aurora and I do. This is Sunny’s first time. She just turned twenty-one!” Sam let out a loud whoop which caused several nearby women to turn and laugh.

“Happy birthday!” I said, turning to Sunny. She said thanks, flashing me her dimples when she smiled. She was definitely Sam’s sister, having the same delicate features and long, intricately braided hair. But I could tell she was the shyer one of the two.

We sat around and talked, Sam buying rounds. “I got this Brooke. Don’t worry about it.” she said when I innocently asked her about it.

“We’re celebrating you and Sunny tonight.” Aurora said, a huge smile on her face. I laughed and thanked her, adjusting myself in a more comfortable position, my arm resting on the booth cushion behind Sunny. I didn’t think anything about it until Sam scooched over which caused her sister to move closer to me. Our legs were touching, hips just a mere inch apart.

After drink number three, or maybe four, I caught myself absentmindedly lightly tracing patterns on Sunny’s shoulder with my fingernail as we talked. Sunny didn’t seem to mind as she rested her hand on my leg. I turned to face her just as she turned to face me, our eyes meeting. God, she had such beautiful eyes, the grey-blue of a storm-colored sea. Little freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, giving her an innocent, child-like quality.

I’m not sure what came over me. Maybe it was the closeness of her body. Maybe it was just the super-charged sexual atmosphere. Maybe it was my fourth Pink Lady. Slowly, I leaned in and pressed my lips to Sunny’s. I felt her hand rest on my neck, holding me in place.

Sunny’s tongue touched my lips and I parted them, accepting her into my mouth. Her breath tasted sweet; her lips soft. It was so unlike the men I’d allowed to kiss me before.

The hand I had been rubbing her shoulder with gripped it lightly. My left hand reached out to her, accidentally brushing against her breast. Sunny let out a little moan into my mouth when my hand made contact so I decided to accidentally do it again, causing another light moan.

Finally, we broke the kiss. Pulling back, Sunny and I looked each other in the eyes görükle escort again before turning to the other two women. Aurora was breathing heavily, her tits rising and falling, her hand on her chest as if trying to calm down. Sam was smirking behind her drink, her eyes twinkling.

“Damn, I thought we’d have to use a crowbar to separate you two.” Sam said, putting the drink down.

I felt my face flush and glanced at Sunny, who also was blushing. My hand was still on her shoulder and hers was still on my leg, a little higher up my thigh. I could feel myself getting warm as I parted my legs a bit, cursing myself for not wearing a skirt.

“Hey Brooke, you didn’t drive here did you?” Aurora asked.

“No, I got an Uber.” I said.

“Well, this place is closing and Sam and I live like a block away if you want to come over and, you know, continue to party.”

I thought about it for a few seconds, then said sure. It was either that or just go back to my place and sleep it off. Sunny’s kiss had left me a little breathless, not to mention very horny.

Sam smiled, took care of the tab and the four of us stumbled out into the night to walk the couple of blocks back to their apartment. Luckily the rain had stopped by then. Sunny and I held hands the entire time.

Once inside the fourth-floor apartment, Sunny let go of my hand, wheeled around and kissed me hard on the mouth, her hands gripping the bottom of my shirt. I raised my arms above my head, briefly breaking the kiss so that she could pull my shirt off. Sunny’s hands flew to my tits and she began to massage them through the lace of my bra.

I had no idea what Aurora and Sam were even doing. All my focus was on Sunny. Reaching behind my back, I undid my bra, letting it fall off my body. I sighed into Sunny’s mouth as her fingers played with my bared breasts, teasing my nipples into rock hardness. Reaching out, I began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse, trying to undo them with shaking fingers.

Luckily, Sunny wasn’t wearing a bra and her naked tits pressed into mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands drifted down to her ass and I caressed it through her skirt. I felt the zipper and slowly pulled it down. It fell off her body and she tossed it to the corner of the room with her foot.

Sunny pulled back, biting her lower lip as she gazed into my eyes. I could hear moans coming from what must have been Aurora and Sam’s bedroom as Sunny unbuttoned my jeans as she pushed them down my legs.

Kneeling before me, Sunny lifted each of my feet in turn to remove my jeans which landed on top of her skirt. Now, both of us were naked except for our panties; mine a silky red boy shorts style and hers a black thong.

I watched Sunny intently as she gripped the waistband of my panties and looked up at me, that oh-so-naughty innocent expression on her face as she gently and slowly lowered them down my body.

Sunny leaned in and, using her fingers, pried my pussy lips apart, planting a kiss right on my clit. I started to tremble, the feeling of her lips almost overwhelming me. She stood up, grabbed my hand and led me to the couch, guiding my body down and then spreading my legs so that I was wide open for her. Sunny flashed me a quick smile with those adorable dimples of hers before diving right in and eating me out.

God bless, the feeling was incredible. It wasn’t long before my hips were bucking as Sunny used her lips and tongue on my vagina, giving me sensations I’d never experienced. I was getting close to orgasm; I could feel the muscles in my stomach tightening. That’s when she shoved two of her fingers deep inside me and began to lightly scrape my g spot.

I saw stars. Clenching down, my whole body tensed and shook as I let out a scream. Sunny didn’t stop fingering and licking me the whole time. It took all my willpower just to gently push her head away to make her stop assaulting my super-sensitive pussy.

In all my life, I’d never orgasmed that intensely. Opening my eyes, I saw Sunny standing over me, biting her lower lip as she rubbed her pussy through the crotch of her panties. That’s when I heard Sam call out from the other room “Hey sis! Why don’t you bring Brooke in here? We wanna watch.”

Sunny raised her eyebrow speculatively and I gave a slight nod. We smiled at each other as she helped me up and pulled me into a deep kiss before taking me by the hand and leading me into the darkened bedroom.

Aurora and Sam were laying on their messed-up bed, both naked and with satisfied expressions. My eyes darted to between their legs; Sam was shaved bare while Aurora had a thick bush that was matted with her fluids and Sam’s saliva. The scent of womanly sex permeated the air.

Letting go of my hand, Sunny turned to face me and, with a cute, little smile on her face, lowered her panties down her legs. Aurora and Sam scooted over so that she could lie between them. Spreading her legs wide, Sunny silently invited me to taste her bursa escort bayan body.

I’d never been in this scenario before; that of eating another woman out. Climbing onto the bed, I knelt between Sunny’s legs, my ass sticking up into the air. Her pussy was covered in a light fuzz and I could see that she was already soaked. I decided right then to just turn off my brain and go for it.

Using my fingers to part her pussy further, Sunny let out a low moan as I swiped my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to her clit. I was pleasantly surprised at the taste; mostly sweet with a hint of bitter. I gripped Sunny’s thighs and affixed my lips right against her vagina, basically licking her all over. I guess I was doing alright because soon Sunny’s body began to tremble and she clamped her legs together, trapping my head. That’s when I felt something hard start rubbing up and down my soaked pussy.

Someone, I couldn’t tell if it was Sam or Aurora, began licking my asshole as the now slick dildo was pressed inside me. I wasn’t a virgin but it was easily the biggest thing I’d ever been penetrated by. My hips began to rock back and forth, matching the speed of the thrusts. The dildo felt so damn good fucking me and the tongue rimming my ass was driving me to distraction but still, I didn’t stop my oral assault on Sunny’s pussy.

Just as I felt the stirrings of another orgasm brewing deep inside me, Sunny’s hips bucked and her body went taught as her sweet juices flooded my mouth. I didn’t stop licking and slurping down as much cum as I could. Just as Sunny’s pussy throbbed again, giving me even more yummy juice to drink, my own orgasm triggered and I moaned as my pussy clenched down on the plastic prick buried deep inside me.

For a moment, time froze as both Sunny and I orgasmed at the same time, both of us locked in the rigor mortis of pleasure pulsating through our bodies. Then, as if we were one being, we both went limp, our muscles quivering from strain and residual orgasmic tremors.

Whoever had been fucking me left the dildo inside me as Sunny’s legs fell onto the bed, releasing me from my captivity. I looked up just in time to see Aurora climbing off of Sunny’s face where she’d been kneeling and Sam walking from behind me, a huge grin on her face. She winked at me as she climbed back onto the bed next to her sister.

All of us just laid there for a while, catching our breaths and coming off the orgasmic bliss. After a minute, I stood up, reached between my legs and withdrew the sword from its sheath, so to speak. My breath caught as the dildo popped free from my body. I brought it to my face, studying it intently before licking it clean of my juices. All three women cheered at the show I put on, running my tongue slowly up the veiny ridges before swallowing all nine inches down my throat.

Sam hopped up off the bed and took the toy from me when I was finished cleaning it off. “If you want, you can crash on the couch.” she said, tossing the dildo on the bed. I politely declined, wanting to sleep in my own bed. She smiled and said she understood.

After dressing, I called Ruth to come pick me up and kissed all three women good bye, making sure to wish Sunny a happy birthday. We exchanged numbers and I headed out the door when Ruth texted me that she was outside.

I opened the door to her Caravan and climbed inside. Ruth let out a giggle at my appearance. “Well honey, I was going to ask how your night went but I don’t think I have to.” she said in that southern drawl of hers.

“Um, yeah. It’s definitely been a good night.” I replied, laughing. As Ruth drove to my address, I could see her keep glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. After all that had happened tonight, I was still turned on. Ruth turned to smile at me as she stopped in front of my apartment. I noticed that her nipples were poking out, impressively tenting her shirt.

“Um, thanks for tonight.” I said, opening the door.

“Hey, no problem, hun. I’m happy that you had a great night.”

I smiled and before I could stop myself, I replied “Yeah, um, you wouldn’t want to come up to my place for your tip, would you?”

Ruth looked surprised for a second. Then she turned off the vehicle and hopped out. Taking her hand, I led her to my room. Time for round two, I thought to myself.

When the door shut to my apartment, I faced Ruth, biting my lower lip. She could sense my hesitation on how to proceed so she took charge. Taking ahold of the bottom of my shirt, Ruth removed it from my body, then reached behind me, undoing my bra. I could see her swallow as she reached out, cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples with her thumbs.

Taking Ruth by the hand, I led her into my small bedroom and removed my jeans and panties. Ruth kissed me as she ran her hands all over my body. She was more aggressive than Sunny, pushing her tongue past my lips as she massaged my butt cheeks. I could taste the hint of strawberry on her breath as our tongues wrestled.

Breaking the kiss, Ruth quickly undressed as I laid onto the bed, spreading my legs, inviting her to eat me out. She didn’t dive in. Instead, Ruth straddled my face, pressing her hairy pussy against my mouth, then leaning down to feast on my body.

A Handjob by a Stranger

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The lights were dim in the Hotel Lounge and several people were sitting around sipping their drinks and chatting. The TV was playing the local news but no one was paying any attention. There was music playing in the background and I ponied up to bar stool and ordered a Crown and Coke. The bartender greeted me with a warm smile as I had been in the night before. These out of town business trips usually find you in places that you wouldn’t normally frequent.

I looked across the bar and saw a lady in her late thirties or early forties smiling and sipping a Martini. I smiled back and nodded as I sipped on my drink. I saw her get up and head for the restroom or at least I assumed that is where she was headed. After a few minutes, she walked back by and picked up her drink. She came over to where I was sitting and asked if she could sit next to me. I said sure and for the next hour or so we made small talk. Where are you from? Are you married? Kids? What are you doing here? etc…Turns out she was in IT sales and was in town bursa escort for a week long class on the products that she represented.

After some food and three or four more drinks, the conversation began to turn flirty and sexual. I was surprised how much she divulged about her sexual experiences as well as likes and dislikes. I have to admit that all the sexy conversation and the alcohol was going to my head, I was beginning to become aroused. I could feel my cock swelling in my khakis and was hoping I would not have to get up as it would be very difficult to hide it. A jolt flew up my spine as I felt her hand on my thigh and she leaned into my ear and ask I needed some relief being alone, out of town and all.

I glanced around the room quickly and realized that almost everyone in the lounge was gone except for me, her and the bartender. He was behind the bar tidying up and re-stocking the liquor.

I am sure my jaw had dropped as I looked into her eyes while I felt her hand slide over my crotch. I could feel bursa escort bayan my zipper lowering and her fondling to release my throbbing cock. She wrapped her small hand around it and moaned beneath her breath. “Guess you were needing some attention, huh?”

She guided my hand under her skirt to find she didn’t have any panties on and was soaking wet. The slit up the side of her skirt made for easy access. She whispered again, “I went to the ladies room and took them off before I came over.” I pushed finger inside her and she squealed with delight. I pushed in another as she stroked me under the table. She began to pant a little and her breathing became jagged. The pre-cum on my dick acted as a lubricant for her stroking me.

In a labored whisper she told me, “I think we are not the only one who is enjoying this…” and eyed the bartender. I could see him rubbing himself through his trousers and he obviously had an erection of his own.

She was apparently getting very close to an orgasm because her escort bursa moans were quite noticeable now and she was squirming as I fingered her. I could feel the cum rising up my shaft with every stroke she made. She threw her head back and moaned ” I’m gonna’ cum!” and I felt her pussy contract around my fingers and her wetness spray all over my hand. She bucked my hand in complete oblivion to anyone else in the room.

I couldn’t take anymore and began shooting my load all over her hand and skirt. She kept jerking me all the way through my orgasm. I sat there pulsing and panting as she raised her hand to her lips. She seductively licked my cream form her hand. I withdrew my drenched hand and just watched her in amazement. She slipped my semi-erect cock back in my khakis and zipped the zipper. She kissed me on the cheek and said “Maybe I will see you again.”

With that, she got up, picked up her purse and left. As she walked out of the bar, I remembered that the bartender had been watching us. I looked over and he was diligently working behind the bar. I walked over to the bar to settle up on my tab. He walked over still sporting a stanch erection. He had a grin on his face and waved his hand saying “No buddy tonight is on me. You have a good one.”

A Beautiful Experience

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I decided to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, more accurately) after one night in the chat. I ended up chatting to a guy who shall remain anonymous but with whom I really clicked with, we were chatting to gone 3am and neither of us wanted it to end.

Anyway, we ended talking about real life experiences and he in particular had a slight obsession with well endowed men (not for his pleasure personally, but hearing about female experiences), which I found strange as personally I don’t have a great preference for well endowed men, I most definitely am one of those ‘it’s the motion of the ocean’ women.

So, why does that lead me to this point. Well, I promised him I’d document my experience with a very well endowed man I had the pleasure of knowing as best as I can, keeping to the facts, but trying to make it fun and hopefully erotic to read as well.

So, onto the story.

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I’m 19, and work as an accounts clerk for a nationwide firm, it’s not an amazing job, but the people I work with are fairly nice, the work isn’t too challenging and I get paid enough to enjoy myself at the weekend. The company has lots of small offices covering the whole of the country. All the staff talk to each other fairly regularly, and as usually happens, it’s always the same people on the phone every time. I chatted to loads of people, being the office dogsbody as it were.

Occasionally the company would have a company meeting to give people a chance to meet staff from other offices and all done under the pretext of presenting the companies performance over the last year, plans for the coming year and handing out awards. Not all staff attend each year, in fact it works on rotation and this particular year it was my turn to go. It was being held in Blackpool and to be honest, I was quite looking forward to evening and day out there as I’d never been before.

I didn’t drive at the time, so needed to go by train, I duly booked my tickets but decided to leave late the next day to give me a chance to look around and do some sight seeing, the meeting was being held on a Friday night and I would be arriving a couple of hours before. All this should leave me the whole of Saturday free to visit the city.

The journey was uneventful and I even enjoyed the food from the buffet car!

I arrived about 6pm, with the meeting due to commence at 7pm, there was to be a buffet provided at the end of the presentation so I figured I didn’t need to go and grab something to eat before. I got my key and headed to my room. I opened the door and was immediately underwhelmed, I had a tiny little box room and the window had a flattering view of the hotel next door, i.e. it was a big red brick wall!

I had some time to kill, so I ran myself a bath and had a look at myself in the mirror, I’m 5’1″ and a UK size 8, so fairly petite, I had some curves, but I had small breasts and my hips were slight. I then slipped into the hot bath and had a nice long soak before getting out and preparing myself, first my hair, then makeup and then finally clothes. I’d taken a suit, if only because I had no idea what everyone else would be wearing and it’s better to be safe I figured. I wore a rather boring but presentable navy skirt suit with a white blouse.

After a quick shot of perfume I headed downstairs and discoverd a sign with directions to the meeting, a room called the Gloucester Suite. Once inside there was row upon row of seats in front of a projection screen. Over half of the seats were already occupied so I headed towards the nearest free one on the back row. It was an end seat, with a late 40’s guy sat in the one next to it, in a rather drab grey suit, in fact my first impression was of a ‘nice guy’.

I sat myself down and prayed that nobody would talk to me, after all, I knew nobody and would rather this all goes by as easily and quickly as possible. But then I had a habit of being unlucky, and wouldn’t you know, the guy next to me starts talking to me. He’s pleasant enough I guess as I’d expected. The more I chatted to him, the more I came to the conclusion that he is in fact rather handsome, although certainly not what I’d normally go for. He had really nice blue eyes, and his hair was greying fairly heavily, although he wasn’t receding at all. He was of a medium build, with very little of the typical beer belly I always expect to see on middle aged men.

Then, surprising myself, I start to enjoy his conversation, he did in fact possess a fairly bursa escort sparkling wit and indeed his voice was rather seductive, he had a voice like velvet. After a few minutes of our conversation it became apparent to us that we’d spoke on the phone, and quite a lot too, but he was nothing like I imagined…I always figured he was a younger guy, maybe late 20’s. I started to wonder how handsome he had actually been back in his 20’s

At that point, the speakers boomed into life as someone started talking into the microphone at the front of the room. What happened next was 90 minutes of droll, boring and monotonous as far as I was concerned. I managed to stay awake through it at least, but was eager for it to be over.

When the presentation finished and after a brief round of undeserved applause everybody got up and started to head over to the food. Well, most did, my new found friend asked if I’d join him at the bar for a drink and something nicer.

Well.

It seemed a better idea than digging into the buffet to be honest, so I said yes. Now, I know what you’re thinking, why would I want to go and have a drink with some old guy, but at the time he seemed nice, I was enjoying his company and it was great to have someone to talk to who I at least was a passing acquaintance of.

So we grabbed an empty table and he offered a drink, a large dry white wine I said although what I really wanted was a sweet cider, but I was trying to blend in a little and to be honest at this point I was feeling a little outside of my comfort zone.

We then proceeded to have several drinks and some rather nice bar snacks. I was thoroughly enjoying his company and by this point I was getting more than a little enamored with him, he was indeed a rather sexy man all said and done. I glanced at his hand several times and there was no suggestion of a wedding ring, and the wine, food and fun conversation were all combining to make me feel more than a little eager for more. I had been single for several months and desperately missed the intimacy of having a boyfriend, but I was also rather careful normally not to get myself a reputation. But here I was, miles away from home and effectively anonymous.

So, when he asked if I wanted to come up to get something to take to his room, I just automatically said yes.

So, I stood smiling from ear to ear and waited for him to return…which he quickly did with a bottle and two glasses, and then sure enough we headed to the lift and his room.

We went up the third floor and down the hall to his room. He used his key and let us in and I discovered his room was a lot nicer than mine, he had a decent view out of his window and his room was even a touch bigger than mine. I made a note to complain about my room when I got back!

I went and sat on the edge of the bed while he put the wine and glasses down on the table and poured us both glasses, he started to take his jacket off and looked over at me with a “can I?” look on his face. I nodded, smiled and waited for my drink. He took his jacket off and came over to the bed and sat next to me, he handed me my glass and I had a nice long drink of it, it was very nice and I could feel the alcohol warming me. He then took the glass off me and placed it on the table

He placed both glasses down and then reached over to me, placed one hand on the side of my face and kissed me, a long slow kiss, so passionate. My heart was pounding at this point, I was so incredibly turned on, I felt like I’d been wined and dined and had had a wonderful night so far and I wanted more. So I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissing him back, long deep kisses, our mouths open and kissed with a sense of urgency, raw and passionate.

I was loving it, he was such an accomplished kisser, easily the best I’d ever had by that time. I started to get carried away on the lust and passion and started to undo his shirt, but he stopped me and instead started to remove my jacket…it easily slid off and he threw it aside, the next thing I know is his hands are untucking my blouse and undoing the buttons. It was all moving so fast, but felt so right, I wanted this more than anything at that moment.

I felt his warm hand on my belly, then his hand moved up and swept up to cup my right breast….which felt divine. He had largish hands and he held my breast almost entirely in his hand…and the sensation of my nipple rubbing against the palm of his hand was arousing me even bursa escort bayan more.

He sensed my excitement and moved with a little more urgency, removing his hand to undo my remaining buttons and then pull it off me. I then excitedly waited for him to remove my bra, but no, instead he pushes me back on the bed and slides his arms around my back, unclipping my skirt and sliding the zip down.

My heart is pounding so much at this point I think it’s going to explode, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done, I’d never felt so turned on before.

I can feel him tugging, so I lift up in the air a little and he slides my skirt down and off…it’s then that I realise how vulnerable I feel, I’m lying on an effective strangers bed in nothing but my underwear and painfully aware of how obvious my arousal must be, I know I’m wet, I have been since we arrived in his room. My panties must be showing that to him, does he like that I wonder, does it turn him on?

Then he’s talking to me, telling me how great I look, how sexy my body is, he’s running his hands up my legs, onto my belly and then they slide behind my back, he finds the clasp and lifts my bra off. I close my eyes and enjoy how he’s making me feel, his hands cup my breasts…then slide down my belly…then, oh, that feels so good…his fingers trail ever so gently over the fabric of my panties, I tremble as I feel his touch against my lips…

Then I feel the unmistakable heat of his breath against me…he’s kissing my knees, then my thighs…then, my body seems to explode as I feel his mouth kissing me there, it feels good, but muted somehow…of course, I still have my panties on. I so want to feel his lips on my body, on my pussy, I want to feel amazing, lick me, nibble me, make me come. Please.

I voice my desire, “Please, take them off”, I ask and sure enough without stopping what he’s doing, he grabs the sides and slowly pulls them down.

I feel more and more of the heat of his breath as he pulls my panties down…I’m now almost naked and as soon as he’s pulled them down to my thighs he starts to lick and nibble at me, he’s an expert, it feels so good, so nice, so sensual. I lift my knees up and open my legs to allow him to get at me a little easier. He flicks his tongue over my clit, then up and down my labia, making me tingle and making me want him more and more.

It doesn’t take long before I can feel the inevitable happening, a warm glow building from within me, getting stronger and then like waves crashing over rocks I cry out as an incredible orgasm washes over me, I’m shaking, quivering, moaning loudly as the pleasure overtakes me.

After what seems like an age, I open my eyes and look up and see Mark standing there, with a huge smile on his face. He says nothing, but I watch him take his shirt off, then undo his belt and trousers and let them fall to the ground.

He bends down to kick off his shoes and socks and then stands there with just his boxers on.

It’s then that I realise something is different about him. It’s not his body, but it’s in fairly good shape considering his age, no, it’s the bulge in his boxers, but it’s not like ones I’ve seen before. There is more there, even through the loose material I can tell that. How much more? I need to know, I want to see.

He slides his boxers down and then my smile disappears for a moment as I realise what I’m looking at. He’s only semi erect and already he’s bigger than any boyfriends I’ve ever had.

His boxers fall to the floor and he kicks them away, then he grabs his member, his manhood, his cock in one hand, pulls the foreskin back revealing a beautiful purple head and slowly starts to pump it.

And it grows.

I lay there still feeling a little fuzzy from my orgasm and the wine, almost trance like and watch him slowly stroke this cock of his, it gaining in length and girth. A part of me is slightly fearful, but I’m also overcome with a desire to have it, it’s so beautiful, so big.

He then stopped stroking and I could see why, he didn’t need to anymore. I was lying there staring at what can only be described as a titan amongst penises. It was huge, even now I’d struggle to put a number to it’s size, but it looked twice as big as anything I’d had before, it was maybe 10 inches in length. Hanging below this totem was two balls, they hung very low, they looked heavy and were very hairy.

Still smiling in that seductive way he came closer to me, grabbed escort bursa my knees and pulled me down the bed so my bottom was right on the edge, he pulled my legs apart a little and then moved into position between my legs. His cock was pointing straight up, like a phallic tower pointing to the sky, he then used his hand to push his cock down towards me, it was so hard I could see it straining to pop back up, then I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt his head at my entrance.

My pussy wanted him, it wanted him more than any other man I’d ever had. I wanted that inside me, all of it.

I was very wet, and still feeling very sensitive from my orgasm just a short while before. He held it at my entrance for a moment, teasing me, I wanted to cry out that I wanted him, but I didn’t need to.

He pushed…oh god, it felt like nothing else on earth.

It felt like I was being split in two.

He just kept pushing, I could feel myself fighting against him, tightening around him to try and stop him entering me, I needed to relax…it was hurting now.

Relax, that’s all I needed to do.

I let out one deep moan and relaxed…and felt him slide suddenly into me…who knows how much, but it felt like I was being impaled on a baseball bat.

Once he’d finished pushing I instinctively moved my hand down to feel him inside me…and to my shock there was enough outside of me still to wrap my hand around. Oh no, it’s not over yet, I thought it was all in me.

As if sensing my thoughts, he said “don’t worry, trust me” in his usual velvety way and I instantly felt as ease.

Then he started to build up a rhythm, and despite the size of it I was starting to enjoy how it was making me feel. He’d pull almost out and then push back in and kept doing it, same rhythm, over and over. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of it.

Then a thought hit me, he had no condom on!!! Oh crap, shit, it’s too late now anyway, and to be honest, my lust was going out of control…I wanted him to come inside me, I wanted to feel it, I didn’t want anything stopping me enjoying every sensation I could.

This feels too good, too amazing, I’d heard all the horror stories from my friends about big guys, but this was heaven, he was being considerate and kind, and it felt amazing inside me. I felt full, I felt womanly. I didn’t realise it could feel like this. I never wanted to experience anything else every again in my life, I wanted him, or more accurately his cock every single day if it was going to feel like this.

So intense….more and more so each passing minute.

He was like a train, he never changed rhythm, and he seemed to go forever. Every time I opened my eyes, he’d smile at me and push a little harder and a little quicker.

It was happening again, this time it was more intense, it was building from deeper within me, ….I approached the edge again, really quickly this time, and just a few strokes later I felt my whole body explode as an orgasm surged through me, my pussy clenched down hard onto him…

I reached down as it was happening, to touch myself and I felt his body slam against my hand…he was all inside me! he pulled away and i moved my hand away, he slammed against me again…that’s when i felt his body crash against mine, he really was all inside me…all of that huge penis…this was the most amazing feeling ever.

Why hadn’t he come yet? We’d been going for so long now, I’ve no idea how long but half an hour maybe, I’d never known any man take this long before…not that I was complaining, I’d never experienced this much pleasure before either.

As if reading my thoughts, he asked “I want to come inside you.” and I looked at him.

“I want you too, please come for me”, I replied.

Then he closed his own eyes, lifted his head to the ceiling and just fucked me with abandon, thrusting harder and harder…faster and faster, I felt every thrust deep inside me.

A few strokes later he let out a huge grunt, pushed fully into me and came….his face contorted in what looked like pain. His cum was hot, there was unmistakable flood of heat inside me.

He looked at me again, pulled out and shot a second final long stream of white come, landing on my breasts and belly.

It felt good to be free of him as my body returned to normal, but almost immediately I was missing him inside me.

He lifted me up and without a word put his cock to my mouth, it was obvious what he wanted. It was slippy, covered in sticky white juices, some his and some mine. I took him in my mouth and slowly sucked him, licking and swallowing everything.

We had a lot more fun that night…that was only the start.

***

Bad Uncle Ch. 04

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I landed in North Carolina early Sunday morning. Past the head of the passenger next to me, I could see an orange glow on the horizon as sunlight started to stave off the dark of night. I used to like the window seat, but as I got older, I found that if I didn’t have access to the aisle that I felt a consistent urge to pee. Probably psychosomatic, but my reality.

I pulled out my phone and shot off a quick text to my wife, Sarah, letting her know I’d landed and would be heading to the hotel hoping for an early check-in. I was surprised when my phone lit up immediately.

“Glad you’re safe! Why don’t you head to my sister’s if you can’t check in?”

“Will do. I’ll try hotel first. Love you!” I quickly typed back. Although I would love to see my sister-in-law and of course Stacey, I wasn’t quite ready to confront my emotions and the dilemma I had placed myself square in the middle of.

“Ok, let me know when you’re at the hotel! Love U2!” Sarah responded.

I arrived at the hotel, and thankfully my rewards status and my frequent visits allowed them to provide a room for me early. I didn’t think I could look Stacey’s mom in the eyes right now and was worried that I would pay too much attention to Stacey and arouse suspicion.

Reaching my room, I pulled out my phone and gave my wife Sarah a call.

“Hi babe! I’m checked in and in my room.”

“Hi hunny! That’s great! What are you going to do today?” her cheerful voice responded.

“Not much, most likely. I’m going to go over my presentation a couple of times, maybe take a soak in the hot tub, grab an early dinner and get to bed early so I’m in top shape for tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a plan! Rest and relax, you don’t owe that company anything!”

“Ok, will do. Love you!”

“Love you too!” Sarah said, and I hit the end button on my phone.

I putzed around for a while, then headed down to the pool area and took a relaxing soak. I kept envisioning Stacey standing over me, reliving my last visit here. Finally, overheating, I dragged myself out and headed back up to my room.

I glanced at my phone again. Nothing.

I couldn’t take anymore and with shaking hands picked up my phone and started to type out a message to Stacey. “Hope you’re ok. Room 408 if you want to talk.” I hesitated. I had two paths in front of me, one pulling back and trying to fix or forget what I’d done, the second was to compound my mistake, yet enjoy the company of my youthful vivacious niece.

Before I could stop myself I hit send.

I tried to revisit my presentation; I took a shower. Every 5 minutes I’d find myself checking my phone, but there was no response. I found myself experiencing sadness as I came to the conclusion that Stacey regretted what we’d done, or wanted it to stop and was afraid to see me and have to tell me herself.

Eventually I headed down and grabbed dinner from the restaurant in the lobby. I picked at my food, finding myself not very hungry, then headed back up to my room. It was still fairly early, but I had made sure to stay awake all day so that I could get to bed early. Usually that would help me with my jet lag and allow me to be semi-normal the next day.

Entering my room, I stripped down to my boxers and headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had just finished rinsing when I heard a gently knock at the door. Stepping over, a peeked through the peephole and my breath caught as I saw Stacey’s face looking at the door. I grabbed a robe out of the hall closet and put it on, then opened the door.

Stacey stood in front of me, fidgeting nervously, her face tipped down, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders and hiding her so that she didn’t have to look me in the eye. She was wearing a peach t-shirt, her teenage breasts swelling against the surface. Her shirt ended right at her belly button, and she had on a pair of denim shorts that looked to be a size to small.

“Hi Uncle Mike.” She said quietly.

“Hi doll, come on in!” I replied, holding the door open and letting her enter the room.

“I can just stay a few minutes.” Stacey mumbled as she brushed past me. “My parents don’t know I’m here and they’ll wonder where I am if I’m gone too long.” I closed the door behind us as Stacey walked down the hall into the main area of the hotel room and turned around.

“Uncle Mike…” she started again. I held up my hand and stopped her.

“Shhh…” I whispered. “It’s ok. What happened happened, and we will be fine. You’re a lovely woman and I am lucky to have had the chance to be with you. I hope you don’t regret what happened, but I can assure you that you mean the world to me and I would hate myself I overstepped my bounds.”

“I don’t know bursa escort what to think.” Stacey sniffled. “I know it’s wrong, but it’s what I’ve wanted! I’ve been thinking about you all week, and it’s driving me crazy!”

I pulled Stacey into my arms and hugged her tight. She nestled in against my chest and started to cry. I couldn’t help but feel horrible that I had let it go this far. I reached up and grabbed her chin, tipping her face up towards mine. Stacey stopped crying, although there were still tears in her eyes and her lips were trembling. I kissed her right eye, then her left, tasting her salty tears on my tongue. Then I bent down, and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips, reassuring her.

Stacey looked at me for a second, then closed her eyes and kissed me back. As her lips touched mine I hesitated, then pushed back against her with more urgency. I could feel her chest pressed against me as she curled her arms up behind me, her hands on my shoulders pulling me tighter against her.

“We can’t!” I gasped as we continued to kiss each other enthusiastically.

“I know!” she whispered back, refusing to release me from her grasp.

Suddenly Stacey reached down and reached into my robe, grabbing my growing cock through my boxers.

“Hurry, we don’t have much time!” she panted as she rapidly jerked at my dick.

I pulled back and put my hands on her shoulders, giving her a gently push so that she fell back on the bed. She lay there, her chest heaving as I shrugged my robe off my shoulders to the floor behind me. Stacey’s eyes locked on my waist as I pulled my boxers down, revealing myself to her penetrating stare. Reaching down, I tugged at her shorts, my eyes greedily taking in her belly, then drifting down as I pulled her shorts down to expose the band of her white panties.

Stacey kicked her shorts off and lay there, naked from the waist down. Her pussy was gently hidden beneath her wispy hair, and I drank in the site of her. Stacey held up her arms, and I dove onto her, kissing her passionately. I could feel Stacey’s hand reach down and grab me, guiding to her opening.

I felt the head of my cock nestle into her folds, and she released me from her grasp, wrapping her arms around me.

“Please!” she pleaded. “Hurry!”

I shifted my hips and gently pressed, hearing her gasp as I felt her lips part, and I slowly entered her. I kept a steady pressure sinking deeper and deeper, feeling her slowly yield and part to allow me entrance until I couldn’t go any further. I didn’t pause, but slowly started to withdraw. Stacey moaned in disappointment as I retreated, and wrapped her legs around me, trying to pull me back inside her. I obliged and started to increase the speed of my strokes, sliding in and out faster and faster as I let pure lust consume me.

Stacey clung to me as I pounded away at her, feeling her wetness coat me as I continued to bury myself in her as deep as I could with every stroke.

“God Uncle Mike, you’re so hard!” Stacey squealed. “I missed you so much!”

I redoubled my efforts. The smell of Stacey’s sweat permeated my nostrils, and the heat of her arms and legs around me burned.

“Fuck… Fuck… FUCK!!!!!!” Stacey cried as she suddenly shuddered underneath me, convulsing in orgasm. Her pussy clenched at me, pulling at me, and I buried myself inside her, my hips jerking as I came hard, pumping my sperm deep inside her.

With the last jerk of my hips, I collapsed on top of her. Stacey held me tight against her for a minute.

“I love you Uncle Mike!” she whispered breathlessly in my ear. “But I have to get home.”

Reluctantly I lifted myself off her, sitting on the end of the bed. Stacey sat up, then reached down and grabbed her shorts, quickly pulling them on. Standing up, she pulled them over her hips.

“I can feel you dripping out of me!” she giggled.

“Don’t let you parents find that!” I admonished, picking my robe back up and putting it on. I grinned and pulled her into my arms, and she wrapped her arms around me and snuggled in again.

“I have to go.” She said.

Pulling myself from her embrace, I put my hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the door. I opened it, and she turned and gave me one last kiss before moving into the main hall.

“I’ll stop by after school tomorrow!” she said buoyantly, and before I could respond she skipped off down the hall towards the lobby.

I closed the door behind her, my head swimming again. I thought I was in the clear, but I had just buried myself right back up to my neck in moral dilemma. Dropping my robe again, I climbed into bed, pulling the blankets up over me. The scent of Stacey, and sex, filled the escort bayan room and my thoughts traveled in circles. It was going to be a bad night, but one thought kept running through my head.

“Bad, bad, bad!”

I spent the next day at work being counterproductive. My mind kept drifting back to Stacey and watching the clock. I got admonished by Bill, my boss, for not focusing on the last walk through of my presentation, and I was definitely off my game when I presented to the client. My gut told me that this would come back to haunt me in my annual review which was coming up soon, but no matter how hard I tried I was infatuated — no obsessed — with Stacey.

I finally snuck out of work an hour early and rushed back to the hotel. When I reached my room, I didn’t know what to expect, but I found myself pacing, hoping Stacey would arrive shortly. I kept going in the bathroom, studying myself in the mirror, making sure I was well trimmed, that I smelled good, that everything was perfect for when she arrived.

Finally, a little after 4:30, I heard a knock on the door. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I tried to nonchalantly open the door. As I opened it, my heart skipped a beat. Stacey stood there in her cheerleader outfit. It was red with black edging and started at a sleeveless top that wrapped over her shoulders and down her back in a Criss cross pattern, before ending in a skirt that ended halfway down her milky thighs. Her dark hair cascaded around her neck, and I could see a sheen of sweat on her skin.

“I came right from practice!” she exclaimed, slightly breathless from exertion. She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissed me. “They’re expecting me home for dinner, but I had to see you! I NEED you!”

I turned around and walked into the room, carrying her with my hands under her ass and her arms around my neck, kissing her urgently. She tasted of sweat, and it overloaded my senses, making me delirious with desire.

As the door closed behind us, I lowered Stacey back to the ground and she looked up at me with an urgent look on her face. I reached out and spun her around, forcing her down so she was bent over the desk in the room. I desperately fumbled at my belt, trying to drop my pants while staring at her ass hidden just beneath the short skirt of her uniform. As I dropped my pants, I pushed her skirt over her hips and drank in her curves, tightly covered by the spankies underneath. I reached down and slid my fingers under the side of them, feeling Stacey shiver as my fingers brushed against her pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from her, and I rubbed her opening, feeling her juices as her lips started to part.

Removing my hand, I knelt behind her and started to tug her spankies down. The crotch stuck to her for just a moment, then pulled away exposing her juicy lips to my greedy eyes. I let go and let them fall around her ankles, then buried my face between her legs, licking at her urgently, savoring her taste on my tongue.

Stacey’s knees buckled and she started to move her hips up and down, rubbing her pussy on my face. She was soaking wet, her juices coating me. I took the tip of my tongue and flicked it over her clit, then sucked it into my mouth, running my tongue around it before tickling it with the tip, then circling it again.

I could feel her start to tremble as her orgasm neared, so I slowed down, releasing her from my suckling mouth and started to run my tongue back up and down her slit lazily, keeping her right on the edge of orgasm but not allowing her to cross that threshold.

“Make me cum!” Stacey plead, desperate for release. I said nothing but withdrew my face and stood up. Her ass was so tight and cute, with goosebumps texturing her skin. I grabbed my cock and lined myself up, listening to her groan as I slid deep inside her.

I grabbed her hips and started to thrust myself into her slowly, powerfully. Stacey pushed her ass back at me each time I drove into her, building into a slow steady rhythm.

“Oh my god!” Stacey whimpered. “I had no idea it would feel this good!”

I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards me, wrapping my arm around her chest so that her back was pressed against my stomach. Reaching down with my other hand, I started to rub her clit slowly as I continued to pump into her.

“Uggghhhhhh!!!!!!” Stacey groaned, then started to grunt each time I bottomed out in her. “Uh… Uh… Uh…” The pitch of her grunts started to rise as I slowly increased the speed of my strokes, continuing to rub circles on her clit with my 3 middle fingers.

Suddenly Stacey gave a strangled cry, convulsing forward as she finally crossed the precipice bursa escort into orgasm, her body straining against mine as her pussy pulsated around me. I stopped rubbing her clit, but held a steady pressure on it as I continued to thrust away.

“I can’t… I can’t…” Stacey groaned as her orgasm started to subside. I ignored her and continued a steady rhythm into her, feeling her start to tighten up around me again until she cried out again, pulling out of my grasp this time and falling forward onto the desk gasping for breath. Her body was shaking, her legs wobbly from the intense sensations rushing through her body. Her pussy was a sopping mess, red raw and open to my gaze. I gently rubbed her back and shoulders, soothing her as she started to recover.

Stacey sank to the floor as her breathing slowly started to return to normal. She looked up at me, looking so sexy still in her cheerleader uniform. Her skirt had fallen back around her waist, giving me a tantalizing image of her legs with just a hint of what lay between. My cock still stood proudly erect, pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Stacey rose and crawled the couple of feet to me on her knees, then grabbed me in her hand and pulled my cock to her mouth. She moaned, then pulled off me, a trail of saliva connecting her mouth to my dick.

“I can taste myself!” she groaned as she slowly stroked me with her hand, then took me back in her mouth. She continued to slide her hand up and down my shaft, bobbing her head up and down on me. She was still only to take a couple of inches, but what she lacked in experience she made up in enthusiasm.

I was already close, and as she slobbered all over me I could feel my balls start to churn.

“I’m getting close!” I warned her. Stacey didn’t respond but increased the speed of both her hand and her mouth.

“I’m gonna cum!” I hissed, wanting to make sure I didn’t surprise her.

“Hmm mmm!” she moaned around my cock.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and let go, feeling my dick jerk as I shot a load of cum into Stacey’s mouth. She gagged but grabbed my ass and held on as I jerked again and fired another load. With the third pulse of cum Stacey relented, pulling her face back just as a rope of cum exploded from me, hitting her on the cheek. As it dripped down her chin, one more small blast erupted from me, arcing down and landing on her chest right in the middle of her school logo.

My legs were weak but I remained standing in front of her. Stacey cupped her hand under her chin as my cum dribbled out of her mouth.

“I’m sorry Uncle Mike!” she cried. “I just couldn’t swallow it all!”

I grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. Walking backwards I sat on the bed, and pulled her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. I could feel my cum leaking out of her pussy onto my leg.

“Oh my god, Stacey. Never apologize!” I admonished. “You are so beautiful, and everything you do to me is so amazing!”

“Really?” she asked, nervous hesitation apparent in her voice. “I’m pleasing you as much as you’re pleasing me?”

“Even more so!” I promised.

Stacey looked relieved and hugged me tighter. Then she pulled back and looked down at her uniform.

“How do we always end up so messy!” she laughed. “I’m going to have to clean up before I go, I can’t walk in for dinner looking like this!”

Stacey stood, and walked into the bathroom. I waited for a second, then followed her. I stood in the bathroom doorway, watching her grab a towel and first dab at her uniform, then lift her skirt and wipe her pussy, working her way up her thighs to clean what had leaked out. She looked so cute, and my heart went out to her.

“How can we spend some time together?” I asked quietly.

“What do you mean, Uncle Mike?” Stacey asked, looking at me in the mirror.

“I mean a date. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sex and these stolen moments, but I don’t want that to be everything we do, and I don’t want you to ever feel like that’s all I want from you.”

Stacey’s face lit up in a big smile, and I could see just the hint of a blush appearing on her cheeks.

“Really Uncle Mike?” she asked gleefully.

“Of course, doll! I just don’t know when we could…”

“Let’s think about it and see what we can do!” she answered. “Ok, I’ve really got to run.” Stacey stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed her spankies from the floor and tugged them up her legs, pulling her skirt down around them. As I walked her to the door, she kissed me on the cheek.

“I’ll let you know!” With a flurry, she was out the door and down the hall, and I let it close slowly behind her, turning back toward the room.

“I’m getting in over my head!” I thought to myself, as I walked back into the bedroom and flipped on the TV. I had no idea what I was watching, it was just motion in front of me as I tried to grasp on to a rational line of thought, but only one phrase kept surfacing in my mind.

“Bad, bad, bad!”

Bath Time with Mommy

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“Mom I’m home!” – I scream closing the door behind me. My name is Sophie and I’m 18 years old, i just got out of class so im feeling very hot as I get into the kitchen wearing my school’s uniform.

“Hi honey, I hope you had a good day at school”- my mom says smiling at me. Her name is Amber and she’s a gorgeous woman, young and curvy in all the right places. -“I have an idea, why don’t you go upstairs and take your clothes off, I’ll prepare I nice bath for the both of us so we can relax”

I run upstairs taking my white shirt off, my short red skirt and my underwear. I needed a bath so badly.

Ten minutes later I found my mom already inside the bath, naked, leaving space for me to enter. We use to do this since I was little, we weren’t ashamed of our bodies and it felt good to be close to her.

As I sit on the bath, she smiles at me and starts rubbing some body soap on my shoulders. “My baby girl is so beautiful” – she says with her hands massaging my tits, as I feel my nipples hardening.

“Mom you’re the beautiful one here” – I say as she grabs my chin with her soapy hands and kisses my lips tenderly. Another thing that we always did, we were always bursa escort bayan very loving with each other.

We kissed for a few seconds, she lowering one of her hands to my tits again, fondling and kissing me a little more. We never kissed this long. Her lips felt so soft against mine and I could feel her playing with my nipples. A moan left my lips and she touched my lower lip with her tongue, I opened my mouth letting her enter and start caressing my tongue with hers, dancing sensually, massaging and feeling wet. I could feel myself also getting more wet between my legs. This was new.

I grabbed her waist pulling her closer to me as I kissed her more passionately.

“Mmm baby we should stop”- she said in between kisses, not looking like she wanted to stop.

“But mommy it feels really good”- I say in a pleading voice as I kept rubbing our tongues together not letting her talk any more. I put one of my legs around her waist, our wet bodies against each other, tits pressed together, as we moaned into each other’s mouths.

“This is wrong baby girl. So very wrong, I’m your mommy” -she says against my lips and her needy voice makes me even wetter, nilüfer escort we were both so turned on.

“I know you’re my mommy and this is wrong, but I don’t wanna stop, you’re making your little girl so horny” -I say hugging her and as I do that I feel her pussy coming in contact with mine, I could feel her hard clit against mine and that felt so good I started moving against it, making us moan louder.

“Fuck baby, we shouldn’t be doing this… mmmm”- she was moaning so loud as I picked up my pace and I rubbed my clit against hers, making them go up and down, the friction feeling so good, our wet pussies grinding together.

“Lets grind our pussies together mommy” -I could feel her giving in as she started moving with me, grinding faster together, the water of the bath splashing with our fucking.

“Oh god yes mmm you’re making mommy feel so good baby girl” -she moaned as she arched her back in pleasure.

“Faster mommy, faster and harder” – I pleaded caressing her breasts with my lips, taking one nipple inside my mouth and sucking.

“Mmm you want mommy to grind harder against your pussy?” -she says grabbing my waist and türbanlı escort pulling me against her grinding our pussies together really hard.

Feeling her pussy against mine, making love to each other, clits rubbing hard, our slits massaging together, slippery from the water and the juices we were making together. I couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck mommy fuck mmm yes please don’t stop, don’t ever stop”- we kiss moaning into each other’s mouth, moving and grinding as fast and hard as we could, i could even feel her clit going inside my pussy as we move up and down.

“I’ll never stop baby, I’ll fuck my little girls pussy everyday from now on” – she was grinding me so hard I was screaming in pleasure.

“Oh fuck mommy I’m gonna cum, make me cum” -I cry out moving as fast as I could against her.

“Cum with mommy baby girl”- she screams as we both go faster and harder till we explode in the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had, whimpering in pleasure, kissing and moving till our pussies stop cumming.

“Mmm that was so delicious”- she says kissing me more tenderly, still moving against my pussy but slower, enjoying the last few seconds.

“This isn’t gonna be the last time right mom?”

“This is just the beginning baby girl”.

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Not a writer, just a horny girl wanting to get this fantasy out of my head. Let me know if you liked it in the comments or send me a message!