The Visit Ch. 02

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I stepped up to her and gently kissed her on the lips, drew away and said softly, “I have loved you for a very long time.”

Jane looked into my eyes and said, “Where do we go from here?”

I had secretly loved this woman and never knew what to do. I knew her husband was a shit and never gave her the attention she wanted/needed. Jane was a beautiful statuesque woman with very full breasts and full hips. Shoulder length blond hair and a face like an angel. I have seen her melt like butter in my hands and have seen her hold her ground in business deal acting like the tuff professional she is. Was she out of my league?

Jane sat on the desk in front of me naked and just received the fuck of her life. She was probably overwhelmed because it was the most excitement she has had for a very long time. So I said, “Lets go to the shop.”

Jane said, “Why do you want to go there.”

“Has asshole ever taken you there for sex on a tractor?”

“No, but then again, He wouldn’t”

I stood up and pulled her off the desk. She fell into my arms because her legs were weak and could not support her weight. Her massive tits pressing on my chest and the tingle of her very short muff hair on my cock, brought renewed life to my semi erect member. I squeezed her and kissed her again, passionately, making her legs weaker. I pushed her back on the desk and handed her her jeans and shirt, I left her panties and bra on the floor. I slid my pants and shirt on and grabber her hand and lead her to the back.

As we walked through the showroom Jane asked, “What if someone is here?”

I replied, “No one is here”

“What if someone comes?”

“Your gonna cum.”

“What if someone walks in on us, I am barely covered.”

“No one is going to walk in on us and you will be naked again soon.”

We entered the repair shop and I saw an old International Harvester 1066 in the back corner. I new the front tire would be about the right height for Jane to sit and I would enter her standing up in front. As we passed a workbench I grabbed a handful of clean shop rags. When we got to the tractor I placed several clean rags on the tire and told Jane to take off her cloths and sit. I noticed her crotch was very wet on her pants. She wears her jeans very tight and I wondered if it was the way she walked was turning her on or if it was just leaking out from our previous romp.

Jane was sitting on the tractor tire naked and I pushed my pants down and pulled my shirt off. I stood I front of her and kissed her some more. I handled her breasts and pulled on her nipples. After a few minutes of this tender caressing she began to fondle my Üçyol travesti love stick. Jane drew me near and guided me into that tight hot pussy again. I can’t believe how tight she is. Since I just came I knew this would take awhile to cum again, I was going to give her several more orgasms and we both were going to enjoy them.

I was giving Jane my entire length, in long slow strokes. She was rolling a nipple between her thumb and finger and her lower lip was quivering. I said, “I remember watching porn with you. You said this was worth extra points.” With that I moved my right hand down and pinched her clit, then started to rub it. Jane came violently.

“GA GA GA GAWD D DD.” Jane shook, her head went back and her eyes closed. When this happened her tits came up to head height. I was standing in front of her; pushed in as far as I could go, not moving. I noticed her chest was getting red and her tits were actually growing and turning pink. Jane’s nipples were also growing. It was like all of her blood was going to her tits. Her pussy was spasming on my cock.

With those bodacious ta tas staring me in the eye I couldn’t help but grab one with my lips and start sucking. “Harder” Jane ordered. So I did, I was sucking harder than a vacuum cleaner, and then I started biting them.

Jane went limp and fell back against the side of the tractor. She was moaning, her snatch was milking my cock. The spasms were tremendous; I never felt anything like it. Her juices were actually running out of her. I kept biting her nipples and she kept cumming. There was no break, I was standing balls deep in the tightest pussy I ever had and it was sucking me in and squeezing the life out of me at the same time.

Several minutes passed while I was feasting on those monster tits, my dick never moving. I was being milked and there was nothing I could do. I don’t think I could have pulled out if I wanted to. Jane was half laying back, there were moans coming from her mouth, her cunt was squeezing my cock, I was pinching her clit and she was cumming and cumming and cumming. Then suddenly I burst. I shot four big pumps of my man juice into that milking machine. I would have pumped more but it was too tight. My teeth came off of the nipple I was biting when I stood up to unload. Jane was barely conscious but she was still spasming around my cock. This was no doubt the best pussy I ever had.

I was standing there, basking in the after glow, my hard on was just slightly going soft as the twitching sensation was continuing from Jane’s wonderful pussy. Her eyes were opening as she came back to the real world. There was a glow on Alanya Travesti her face and her eyes looked hazy, but she was smiling while catching her breath. God she was beautiful, even with the beads of sweat on her forehead and in her cleavage as her tits rose and fell.

Suddenly some one was entering our world. The entrance door to the shop swung open and in walked Jim. It was after 6:00 so I knew he had several beers by now. He didn’t turn on the lights but started walking in our direction. Jane turned to see what was going on and had a look of panic on her face. I put my finger to my lips to let her know to be quiet. Jim was walking right toward us. My dick was still in Jane’s pussy, we were both basically naked, an about to be interrupted by one of her employees.

I don’t know if it was the excitement of getting caught, getting caught by one of my old coworkers, getting caught by one of my old coworkers while stuffing the boss, or Jane’s super tight pussy around my dick: I was getting hard again. The look of distress on Jane’s face was overwhelming, I though she was going to cry. It then occurred to me that Jim was going to his toolbox at the back of the tractor. If we stayed still he would never notice us in the dark.

Jim pulled a drawer open and removed something, it was dark I couldn’t see. Then he turned and started walking back towards the door. Jane’s cunt was twitching again as my dick made it harder, pushing against her back wall. She started to buck a little on the tire trying to get some movement out of me, her lust and excitement coming back. She let out a little whimper and I covered her mouth. Jim stopped and turned his head; if the lights were on he would have seen us. He started walking for the door and left.

Jane said, “Damn that was close.”

“You liked almost getting caught didn’t you?”

“It was exciting.”

“What do you think Ken would do if he ever finds out?”

“I don’t care, just get me off again. God I love this. Will you take me in the ass, I’ve wanted to try it for a long time but couldn’t get Ken to do it”

Knowing I am twice the lover her dim wit husband ever though of being, how could I refuse. I said, “Can you stand up and lean on the tire?” Jane replied, “First you gotta remove that base ball bat from my pussy.” I backed away but her cunt still gripped my shaft, not wanting to give it up. When I came out there was a flood. Fluid gushed everywhere. Some hers some mine. When Jane stood up she was wet clear down to her ankles. I was thinking I better get her some water or she will be dehydrated. She pushed herself into me and reached for a kiss. Konyaaltı travesti I squeezed both ass cheeks while our tongues wrestled. Her tits were almost pushing me over.

Jane turned around and put her hands on the tire. Bent over in front of me was an ass to die for. It was easy to see there was plenty of maiden oil around the cherry ass hole. My dick was still covered with juice as I pushed my cock head to her hole. It was even tighter than her cunt, but finally the head went in. Jane gasped sharply. I waited a few seconds for her to adjust. Then I started pushing in slowly and rocking back out. Taking short strokes so she could get used to being filled.

Jane was gasping for breath the whole time. Her knees were getting weak because she was slowly falling towards the floor. I reached in front with my left hand and squeezed a whole breast (at least what would fit in my hand). Then I started pinching her left nipple. My right hand found its way down to her clit. I thought Jane was going to rip my dick off when I pinched her clit and she shuddered. She started pushing back against me in rhythm. I was nearly getting all the way in when she started mumbling. I couldn’t make out what she was saying but she was spraying my right hand with cum while I was tweaking her clit.

Now I was sinking in balls deep into her ass and my sack was spanking her lower lips. There was a splashing sound and I could feel the wetness on my bag. Jane was literally jumping off the floor with each thrust. I let go of her left nipple so I could stand up straight. I could see her huge tits swaying, they would make a clapping sound when the came together. They are so big and so full the way they move was mesmerizing. I loved her tits and would be a happy man if all I ever got to do was nuzzle on them for ever. Being a tit man and so much enjoying the view I was overwhelmed and started pumping hot jiz in her tight ass. Jane felt the pumping and gushed again.

I let my dick soften before pulling it out. Jane was heaving trying to catch her breath. When I started to back away Jane backed with me. “Just leave it in a little longer, I like how it fills me up.” Jane said. She caught her breath, leaned forward and I came out with a pop as my head came through her little rose bud.

“Ron, this is the best I ever been treated, you were soft and tender when you needed to be and rough when I didn’t know I really wanted it. I don’t want to say anything now in the heat of passion that either of us would take wrong or regret, but I love the way you just made love to me.”

“Jane I fell in love with you the first time you smiled at me and your nipples were staring me in the face. I don’t want to do anything that would jeopardize our friendship or your home life. If the shower still works in the back bathroom, lets get cleaned up and go home. We can talk about things later when our heads are clear.”

To be continued?

The Woman Scorned

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“Great, just my fucking luck.” John stood next to the shredded tire on the front of his car, it was raining and the middle of the night and worse yet, Corvettes didn’t come with spares. He hit the flashers and started walking cursing the bad luck he was having tonight, his car charger had disappeared and his cell phone was dead so he had no choice but to find someone who was still awake at one o’clock in the morning and use their phone. The only thing was that a residential neighborhood was right off the freeway off ramp so he wouldn’t have to walk far in the rain.

About twenty minutes later he saw a house that actually had its living room lights on so he hurried to knock on the door. Inside he could hear faint moaning sounds, unmistakably the moans of a woman having sex, moans that stopped abruptly indicating that someone was watching a porn video. He couldn’t help but smile and also felt his cheeks flush a little, whoever it was probably felt a little embarrassed right now he knew he would.

“I’ll be right there.” A woman’s voice called out. Could have been wrong about the porno? “Hello? Oh hi.” She looked a little disheartened to see John standing there instead of whoever she was expecting.

“I’m sorry to bother you so late but my car is stuck and I don’t have a working cell phone, can I use yours to call a tow truck? I’ll only be a minute I promise.”

“Sure come in, you can towel off if you want too the bathroom’s right over there.” She indicated down the hall where the bathroom was.

“Thank you.” John said walking by trying not to look down the front of her robe. It was a silk robe that hugged the woman’s curves flatteringly and hung a little open in the front betraying a glimpse of cleavage. John put it out of his mind and grabbed a towel to dry himself with, he also hung his jacket over the shower curtain rod so it could drip into the tub instead of all over the floor.

While inside the bathroom he heard someone else enter the house through the front, probably whoever she was waiting for. Not long afterwards he heard them begin to argue about why he was home so late and had missed their plans and what he had been doing at work and why it was so important for him to work the hours that he did so they could keep a roof over their heads. It was a familiar Lara Travesti argument, far too familiar to John so hid out until it was over and one of them had gone to bed. He heard the movie start back up so guessing that it was the woman who had stayed up John ventured into the living room.

He stopped short to see the movie going on the t.v., it was a lesbian porn video with two hot brunettes. The woman who had greeted John at the door was sitting on the couch staring off into space, he doubted she even saw the hot sex action on the screen which was turning him on greatly. Trying to take his eyes off the screen he turned to his hostess and almost tripped over his own tongue. Her robe had fallen open in the front and while her nipples were still well hidden he got a much clearer view of her soft round breasts, they were so beautiful he couldn’t help but stare for a second before tearing his eyes away again.

“Oh shit, sorry, let me get you the phone.” she said getting up and walking into the kitchen. Her round firm ass cheeks were highlighted by the silk fabric of the slinky robe she wore driving him wild with lust. He followed her into the kitchen watching her ass the whole way, she handed him the phone seemingly oblivious to his hungry eyes watching her up and down.

“You look really sexy in that robe.” he ventured.

“Not according to my bastard husband.” she complained. “‘Why’d you let yourself go?’ he says. ‘ Why’d you gain so much weight? I loved the way you looked before’ Before I was twenty years old and looked like one of those skinny bitches in those porn videos we have to watch now cause he can’t have sex with me unless they’re on.”

“Damn that sucks, I’d fuck you right now if I had the chance.” John spat without thinking. She laughed in response.

“Thank you, its nice to hear that someone thinks I’m attractive.”

“If only it was your husband.” John dialed the number to a tow company that he knew and waited for someone to answer. “I’m John. Thanks for saving my ass.”

“No problem, I’m Rachel. Thanks for checking out mine.” she lit a cigarette and leaned against the kitchen counter blowing long breaths of smoke into the air while John struggled with the dispatcher to let them know where his car was and where to take it to get Manavgat travesti a new tire. He then called a cab company after getting Rachel’s permission to stay and wait for a taxi.

“Yeah that’d be nice, give me someone to talk to.” They entered the living room and sat on the couch while Rachel continued to complain about her husband’s lack of sexual interest in her. “Yeah that was him that walked in while you were in the bathroom, he went to bed already. We were supposed to have dinner tonight and talk about a few things but he blew me off again.”

“What’s he do for a living if you don’t mind my asking?” John inquired trying really hard not to look into the front of her open robe at her gorgeous tits. She was leaning back in the corner of the couch so she could relax and face him, one leg hung over the side of the couch and the other was folded on top of it almost allowing him a view up to her pussy but smooth silky thighs were all he could see. She was teasing the hell out of him but was so pissed at her old man that she didn’t even notice. Deciding to be brave he slid up to sit next to her and gently placed one hand on her thigh. Rachel slid up next to him and placed one of her hands on top of his but didn’t remove it while she ave him a brief history of their marriage now ten years past.

“He still wants to fuck those skinny tramps in the porn videos that don’t eat or take of themselves and probably do more drugs than Marion Barry ever did. I’m getting really sick of it you know? I think I’m still hot, I still get horny stares from other guys and even you said you’d fuck if given the chance so what the fuck is his problem?”

“I think I know where hes coming from honestly, I’ve been there. Hes so tied up in his job and his work and hes so brainwashed into thinking its more important than even he is that hes willing to sacrifice things around the house to keep it. The way he sees it right now everything at work has to be perfect so everything at home has to be just the way he needs it to be or else its not going to work at all.”

“But its not working.” Rachel cuddled up against John and began rubbing his crotch, his hard cock pulsed for action and threatened to rip free from his slacks. “You’re the first guy thats said he wants to fuck me tonight Side travesti and maybe I’m slut but I’m not passing up a golden oppurtunity.” She moved in close and they kissed, Rachel running her fingers through John’s hair and pulling his cock out of his pants. John was so horny by now that he didn’t care about the fact that was now having an affair with a married woman who’s husband was in the next room. Somehow, that also seemed to make it that much more exciting.

Once his cock was freed Rachel straddled John and guided it to the opening of her hot wet pussy, he was so hard and she was so wet he entered her easily and both lovers sucked in their breath as they settled onto each other’s laps.

“Keep the noise down, I don’t want to wake your husband.” John whispered into Rachel’s ear.

“Right now I couldn’t give a fuck if he hears us or not.” she hissed as she began riding him. Slowly at first she gradually gained momentum and moved up and down in perfect synch with his hip thrusts as he pushed his cock as deep into her sopping cunt as he could. “I haven’t gotten fucked in far too long.” she said in between raspy breaths.

John held her hips as she rode him faster and faster and finally opened her robe to see her huge magnificent tits. They bounced on her chest in time to her humping him and couldn’t resist sucking on a pert nipple as she rode him, he felt like he was going to explode inside her but tried to hold back as long as he could waiting for her to come. By the way she was fucking him he guessed that she was close, her mouth hung open and her breathing was rapid and heavy, she clutched his shoulders tightly holding on.

“I’m coming, I’m coming oh my god.” she whispered loudly trying not to scream. She bit her lip and threw her head back riding her intense orgasm. John was able to hold back no more and let his hot sperm shoot inside of her right after she finished coming, catching their breaths and slowly coming to a stop the two lovers slumped on the couch with her on top.

“Thank you, thank you oh my god thank you so much.” Rachel whispered into John’s ear. The faint honking of a horn outside brought an all to early end to the festivities.

“I have to go my cab is here.” John said regrettably.

“Do me a favor, remember my address. I’m home alone till ten o’clock at night most nights.”

“Oh don’t worry I will.” John gave Rachel a final deep kiss before retrieving his jacket and going to the front door to leave.

“Can’t wait to see you again.” she blew him a kiss as he walked out the door.

The Waves

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The tightening of your arm around my shoulder brought me out of the light slumber I’d fallen into but a few moments before. I glanced up at you; my eyes half-closed in the urge to drop off to sleep. You simply smiled and pulled my head against your chest. I cuddled against you a tiny bit, and sighed when your fingers began to run lazy patterns through my coppery hair. I was a kitten, safe in the paws of a gentle mother.

In front of us, the waves crashed noisily against the earthen barrier that held them back. Everywhere I looked, I saw brilliant, clear blue. The ocean had a calming, soothing effect on me, though I couldn’t explain why. Perhaps it wasn’t the ocean at all–it was more than likely you that was relaxing me so.

Your fingertips nudged haltingly at my neck, and I pulled my hair around my shoulder to expose the skin beneath. The smooth pads of your fingertips melded with the soft warmth of my neck, and I felt myself subconsciously leaning back into your hands. Every little hair and nerve that resided at the back of my neck was now reaching desperately for your touch, and you willingly obliged all of them. The caress of fingertips gradually became the tickle of warm breath; your lips sought the paths your fingers blazed. I pressed myself tighter against you, smiling as your free arm sought to keep me in place.

Your lips moved to the top curve of my ear, traveling slowly down to the lobe. Your voice sent a shiver of appreciation down my spine when you spoke.

“You’re so beautiful tonight.”

I glanced up into your eyes, emerald green meeting a soft golden brown for the millionth time. In only a year, I’d memorized those eyes…the depth in them…the unspoken need for me that often brightened them. You grinned shyly, that innocent smile that always made me forget my name.

I reached up to trace the curve of your soft lips with a gentle finger. I felt you kiss the tip of my finger as I drew it away, and it brought a tiny smile to my face. You were teasing me, in a sense; trying to get me to ask the unneeded question. Knowing this, I simply remained quiet. You couldn’t last too much longer, that much I knew beyond a doubt.

Just as I’d suspected, you couldn’t hold still for more than a minute. Your head craned down above mine, your lips slightly parted in anticipation of a kiss. Smiling, very like the cat that swallowed the canary.

I reached up to trace your lips again, rather than the expected kiss. The pleading look on your face made me chuckle to myself, yet giving in. I leaned up and barely brushed my lips against yours. I wasn’t about to get away so easily though; your lips found mine again and pressed sharply against them.

We stayed locked in that kiss for several moments, and when you pulled away, both of us fought to breathe.

A slight breeze came up unnoticed, and it now Bornova travesti played with the rich strands of your hair, blowing several of them into your eyes. Reaching up, I ran my fingers along your jaw line. Lovingly brushing the hair away; you gently pressed your face into the caress of my hand.

Abruptly your lips were on mine again, breaking away for a moment, then returning; breaking away and returning again. The tenseness of your face and the way you had your eyes closed made me take note of the fact that you were more than willing to express your love in a more physical sense. I wondered if this time, you would actually go through with it. The last few times we’d been together like this, we ended up too shy to continue.

My hands cupped your face, and you finally opened your eyes to look at me. “Should we try it again?” I asked softly. If you weren’t ready, I didn’t want to get myself excited for no reason at all. Nights like that were nothing but miserable.

You swallowed nervously and nodded a little, your eyes seeking any hesitation on my part. When you found there was none, a small smile came to your face. “This time I won’t back out. I promise.”

I didn’t bother to answer you; my actions would speak for me. My hands found the top button of the simple white button-down shirt you wore; my fingers began to work at it. I hadn’t known I was shaking until I had difficulty with the button. Your pleading gaze didn’t help me any. Still I managed to undo the first button, and quickly moved on to the second. Five buttons were the only things keeping me from you, and I wasn’t about to let them keep me back.

As I worked at your shirt, I noticed that you were attempting to achieve the same goal on me. The straps of my black string bikini top were already hanging along my shoulders, and you were seeking the similar ties at my sides. I reluctantly pulled away from you a moment, only to kneel in front of you. We both faced each other on our knees, making the task of removing our clothing easier; though the task could hardly be called easy, what with our trembling fingers.

Your breath came faster as I reached the last button. I noticed you’d stopped working on me at the feeling of my hands on you. You were savoring every feeling, every touch of my fingertips against bare flesh. Without knowing it, I was deliberately touching those fingertips against you. With a slight flourish, I undid the final button to your shirt, carefully easing it off your shoulders and down to the soft meadow ground below us.

You let out a shuddering sigh when my eyes traveled up your body. I smiled and gently took you in my arms for a moment. The trembling I felt coming from you was likely a mixture of desire and fear. I had to make sure that the fear was gone before I took any further steps.

I gently eased Buca travesti you flat onto your back, smiling down at you reassuringly. Kneeling over you, I lowered my head to kiss you softly, then pulled back to rest a hand in the center of your chest. Your eyes closed briefly, and I slowly ran a single finger up to the center of your throat; then back down, running all the way to the waistline of your jeans. You moaned softly, reaching out for me; I leaned forward to kiss you yet again. Your arms suddenly closed around me, pulling me down against you from my kneeling position.

“I’m…not afraid,” you whispered pleadingly. “Not this time.”

I ran my fingers along your chest, making sure to cover every single inch of you as I smiled. “Good…there’s nothing to be afraid of, after all.”

Your only reply was to reach up and slowly remove my bikini top. Your uncertainty in that one movement was endearing. I loved you for that alone, if nothing else. You set the material aside, then nervously looked at the flesh of my newly exposed breasts. Hesitantly your hand reached up to rest on my bosom. With a chuckle, I took your hand in my own and guided your fingers to rest directly on the tip of my left breast. Then I began to move it in slow, gentle circles. I felt you tense beneath me, and a soft moan stemmed from you; you were enjoying yourself. That much was evident.

I released your hand, shivering as you continued the gentle rubbing motions across my entire breast. You didn’t need any more instruction; your free hand moved to my other breast and mirrored the movement exactly. My own hands were at your sides, drawing my fingers painstakingly up and down your body. I gasped as you suddenly pulled me up onto your body, and then rolled me over so that I was now lying on my back. Apparently, you were a fast learner–which was good.

To my further surprise and pleasure, you lowered your head to the hardening buds of my breasts. Your tongue deliberately drew slow circles around them, teasing unmercifully; it was my turn to moan softly. The look in your face, at that sound, was like watching a little boy open his first package on Christmas morning; incredibly happy and proud.

Sensing that you were doing the right thing, you pressed your lips gently around the buds, earning a small gasp. I was starting to lose my own control at watching you; seeing your passion and desire was more than enough to set my inner fire raging.

Your breathing grew increasingly frantic as my caresses moved lower and lower, until finally I arrived at the waistband of your jeans. I felt you press down against my wandering palm, and gently brushed a finger along your fly. Your hands, which had been holding my head up, abruptly tightened their grip and you trembled violently in my arms.

Smiling at you, I carefully unbuttoned Konak travesti your fly, and grasped the zipper between my fingers. In a single fluid movement, I pulled it down, easing your painfully hard erection from the material that contained it.

You were moaning in earnest now, and pressing your hips down pleadingly against my hand. My own breathing picked up speed as I watched you. The look of complete and utter passion was on your face. I was so glad that I was the one able to show you such pleasure, to teach you this new mode of expression. I was happier still that I could enjoy it with you. I helped you shed your jeans, and then lay back to allow you to remove the denim cutoffs I wore.

You fumbled a bit with the buttons of my shorts, your hands shaking too much to even make sense of the functions of a button. I reached down to do the work myself, relieving you for the time. Your hands automatically began to ease the waistband of my shorts down as the last button came free.

I wiggled around a little to free myself of the suddenly cumbersome garment. Your eyes traveled to my exposed pussy and thighs; and once again, you broke into violent trembles. I felt you rise for a moment as you knelt between my legs, and I moaned softly in spite of myself. We were finally going to join together.

Your cock was nearly steel-hard as you nudged the head gently against the lips of my pussy. Frantic moaning echoed from your throat–the idea of making love to me was overpowering you. It was overpowering me too, but I didn’t care at that point. I pressed myself against the head of your cock, gasping in unbridled desire as you slid deeply inside me. The walls of my pussy grasped you tightly as you moved back and forth within me; we both began to pant for breath.

Your mouth bore down on mine, and we found ourselves breathing into each other to stay conscious. Your eyes closed tightly in the feeling of the moment, and my eyes could no longer stay open. I was no longer seeing what was going on, rather thinking and feeling every single motion you made.

I heard you whisper my name into the air as your body tensed. Your thrusts grew longer and quicker between my legs. Your hands caressed my inner thighs, causing me to squirm and thrust up against you, meeting your movements.

Suddenly you moaned deeply, grasping onto me as you called out my name. I knew you were about to explode within me. The walls of my pussy clasped tightly around you again, pulling you deep inside for your final thrust. Your body fell exhaustedly against mine as we climaxed in unison; panting to refill our lungs with much-needed air.

We rolled onto our sides, and your arms automatically enfolded me. I nuzzled my head up against your bare chest, my lips touching briefly to the base of your throat. I heard your soft whispers in my ear, and pulled myself closer as you spoke. “I’ve never felt that way about anyone…God, I love you…”

“And I love you.” Those were the final words spoken that night before we fell asleep, entwined within each other and dreaming of the future that surely awaited us.

The Yermo Incident

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This story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. Copyright (c) 2019.

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Back in the early 80s on my 21st birthday, I booked a room at one of the casino hotels in downtown Las Vegas, Nevada. I had never been to Vegas, and when I arrived, the city’s main drag looked much like an explosion of color had happened. The neon lights and marquees with famous names were beacons in the night, drawing gamblers in like a bug zapper does on your back porch. Is there irony in the thought that casinos are wallet zappers?

My stay in Las Vegas was uneventful, except for the part where I was watching a Texas oilman, or so I thought, throw a wad of $100 bills on the crap table saying: “Spread it out as you like” to the craps table workers. They scurried about placing changing bills for chips and placing bets. There I was, gambling with $20 like it was my life savings, and here is this guy throwing-notes around like it was monopoly money. It was like he was a plot distraction in a cheap movie. The man was well into middle age, barrel-chested, smoking a cigar, wearing an expensive suit, and ten-gallon cowboy hat. The blonde was full figured and on the younger side of 30 years old. She was wearing a white evening gown with cleavage down to her navel and a slit up the side to her waist. Diamonds were everywhere, and she looked like she was ready to make a television commercial for some woman’s perfume company. Her attitude was very much like Michelle Pfeifer’s in Scarface. She looked bored to death. I was learning how to play craps at the time, and I don’t remember whether the oilman won or lost because my eyes were glued to the chest of the blonde. Proof positive that if the wallet is fat enough, a woman will get with anyone.

On the way back to California, my little Datsun pick-up truck broke down on the side of the road a few miles from the town of Yermo. This happened long before cellular telephones or roadside phones. Today, California has emergency telephones every half-mile along the freeway for this reason. Back then, you were lucky if someone nice would come along and help. The night was coming fast as the late summer sun started to set below the western horizon in front of me. The sunset was beautiful, but I was stranded, and I started walking along the freeway, toward the small collection of buildings about two miles ahead. Cars and trucks whizzed by me too close, so I moved off the side of the road and down near the border fence. The going was difficult because I had to step over road debris and small bushes. In the dim light ahead of me of a few yards away, I saw what looked like a rubber hose laying across the dirt. As I approached, what I thought was a hose, moved and coiled into a circle. I heard the distinct sizzle sound of the Western Diamond Back Rattle Snake. The noise scared me half to death. Standing like a statue in the darkening twilight for a moment, I could barely see the snake slither away under a bush. The roadside didn’t seem quite as risky as walking in the dirt now.

After what seemed like two hours of walking, I happened upon an offramp and noticed a small cafe’s “OPEN” sign flashing in the night. The sign over the building said: Pete’s Place.” Pushing the door open and walking inside, I noticed the cafe was empty except for me, an older couple drinking coffee, the waitress, and most likely the cook in the kitchen. I could hear music playing in the back and a male voice singing along with the radio.

I sat at a booth along the front windows. Man, it feels good to sit down and take a load off when you’ve been walking for a long time with no rest.

The waitress came to my table, greeted me with a friendly smile.

“Good evening. What can I get you to drink?”

“Coke, Pepsi, cola, whatever you have, please, make it a large.”

It only took a moment or two as the waitress returned with a large Coke. My legs were aching, so I stretched them out to beneath the seat on the other side of the table. My posture was slouching when she set the Coke in front of me. I saw upright as my mother taught me. Handing me a menu, the waitress said:

“Would you like something to eat? The kitchen will be closing soon, and the cook wants to get started cleaning the grill. “

“No thank you, I ate a couple of hours ago. Will you be closing up soon?”

“Yeah, weeknights are slow here, so we close at 7:00.”

I dropped my chin to my chest and sighed in exasperation.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Can you tell me if there is a car repair garage or gas station nearby? My truck broke down a couple of miles back.”

“Sorry, there won’t be anything open until morning. We roll up the sidewalk when it gets dark here.”

“Can you tell me if there is a hotel or motel nearby where I can get a room for the night?” I asked.

“No luck there either. The nearest place to stay is in Barstow.”

“Damn!”

Barstow is another 13-miles in the distance. I sat alone for a while thinking about my dilemma and went to the restroom. Belek travesti After I washed my hands and was starting to exit the toilet I heard screaming the waitress screaming.

“OPEN THE REGISTER BITCH!”

I heard the cash drawer opened with a ding as I slowly made my way to the dining room. Crouching low and being very quiet, I peeked around the corner and saw a small man with his hand in his coat pocket and pointing a gun at the waitress pulling cash from the drawer. She was crying uncontrollably. Looking around the dining room, I saw there was nobody else present. Without thinking, I sprinted toward the robber, and blindside tackled him. I hit him mid-body, and we flew together a few feet before landing on the tile floor with me on top. When we hit the floor, the weight of my body along with my long arms and legs pinned the robber to the floor. I grabbed his left arm and pulled it around his back pushing upward with my left hand. My right hand reached and found his right wrist. The robber’s hand was still in his coat pocket.

“CALL THE COPS!” I yelled.

The waitress was melting away when the cook came rushing in with a huge meat cleaver raised over his head. He saw me on the ground with the robber, and I told him to get the gun. The cook saw my right hand pulling the robber’s hand out from his coat pocket. He didn’t have a gun.

“SON OF A BITCH! This asshole was trying to rob you with his finger. What an idiot.”

The robber was screaming to let him go but I kept the pressure on. The cook walked to the phone on the wall and called the cops. After what seemed like an hour, a California Highway Patrol officer came into the cafe with her gun pointed at both of us. She realized I had the robber subdued and holstered her weapon. The cook told her the story as she handcuffed the man.

I let go of the robber as she led the robber to her patrol unit outside. As she was walking out, a deputy sheriff came in. He took our statements, and I asked him about my truck. He told me he would have a tow truck bring it to the cafe and leave it there for the night. He shook my hand and then went back on duty.

The cook pulled down the shades in the front windows, locked the front door, and turned to “open” sign off. He introduced himself to me shaking my hand vigorously.

“I can’t thank you enough. I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here. I’m Pete, and this is my place.”

The adrenaline in my body had me pumped. I was hot, sore, and angry as I shook Pete’s hand.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’m Richard Ledbetter.”

“Well, Richard, I sure am glad to meet you. Care for a beer? I have a couple of cold ones in the icebox.”

I nodded yes and watched Pete go into the kitchen. In all the excitement I forgot about the waitress. Soft crying came from around the corner where the bathrooms are. I followed the noise and saw her curled up in a ball on her feet rocking back and forth with her arms around her knees. She looked like she was about to hit the water doing a cannonball dive. Placing my hand on her shoulder and bending over at the waist, I said:

“Hey, are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

She sprang to her feet nearly colliding with me as she stood. Her arms flew around me, and she started kissing my face. She stopped kissing and hugged me tightly. Her arms were around my back, her head was on my chest, and her body was trembling. We stood for a moment together before I started walking her into the dining room to sit at one of the tables.

Guiding her to a chair so she could sit down, she wouldn’t let go of me. I had her sit on my lap until she calmed down. The waitress had her arms around me still in a death grip.

The cook came out from the kitchen and walked over to where we were sitting with two bottles of Mexican beer and said:

“Jesus, I forgot all about her. Jessica, are you alright?”

She nodded her head, looked up at me, and smiled through her tear-stained makeup at me. Jessica was still trembling. She was going into shock. I told Pete to get a blanket or coat or something to keep her warm. The psychological trauma of the robbery attempt was causing her to shut down. Jessica’s chattering teeth and body tremors were getting more pronounced.

Pete brought a blanket from the office in the back of the cafe and wrapped it around Jessica’s back. She leaned back enough for me to swaddle her as I kept my arms around her to keep her from falling.

“Can I have some of your beer?” She asked.

Jessica reached her arm through the opening in the blanket and chugged a couple of gulps of beer. Half of the beer was gone when she handed it back to me. After a few minutes she started to calm down, and I could feel her start to warm up. As she silently sat on my lap while Pete and I talked, Jessica lowered the blanket from her shoulders and finished off my beer. While Pete was on the phone talking to his wife, I asked Jessica if there was someone she needed to call too. She told me she lives alone and Kemer travesti has no family nearby. Pete came back to the table and asked if we were okay. He said he needed to go home to his wife and kids. Pete asked Jessica to lock-up when she leaves and to take the next two days off to rest.

Although Jessica was a petite woman, her weight began to cause my legs to go to sleep. She stood up at my wiggling and sat in the chair next to me with the blanket still wrapped around her.

“You saved my life.” She said.

“No, I didn’t. The man didn’t have a gun. He was pointing his finger at you.”

“Nonetheless, you are my hero. When I saw you fly through the air and knock him to the ground, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Whoosh! You flew through the air like Superman.”

I could see Jessica’s eyes light up as she relived the incident. A smile returned to her face as we sat. We talked for about an hour getting to know one another when I heard the noise of the tow truck’s air brakes outside. The whine of the hydraulic pump lowering my little pick-up to the parking lot in front of the cafe was satisfying knowing my vehicle was now safe. Hearing the tow truck reminded Jessica of my dilemma.

“Oh my God, I just realized what time it is, and you have no place to stay.”

“If you don’t mind, I can stretch out here in the cafe in one of the booths.”

“You’ll do no such thing. You’re coming home with me, and I won’t take no for an answer.”

Jessica dropped the blanket and went into the “robust woman” mode. She was ordering me around like a drill sergeant at boot camp. All I could do was follow behind her. We locked up the cafe and went to her car out back. The drive to her place was a bit bumpy. She lives out in the desert off the beaten path. The dirt road to her house is like a washboard with ribs that rattle your eye-teeth. My back was starting to hurt from tackling the robber and from the potholes in the dirt road.

The road ended at the gate to her property. The sign over the entrance said: “Swinging Star Ranch.” I opened the gates for her to drive through and shut them behind us. The house was another 1,000 feet or so ahead. We pulled up in front of her home and got out.

I looked around and saw the freeway was about five miles away. It was silent where she lives. The warm air carried the scent of sagebrush, and I could hear an owl in a nearby Acacia tree screeching. Jessica opened the door to the modest ranch-style home and invited me inside. She instructed me to sit on the leather sofa while she fixed us a drink in the kitchen.

“Do you want something to eat? I can fix you a sandwich or cold chicken if you like.”

“That would be nice. Thank you.”

In a few minutes, Jessica brought a couple of plates of cold fried chicken, potato salad, and two beers. She sat them on the coffee table, and we proceeded to enjoy the meal. I looked around the room and noticed a U.S. Marine Corps emblem in the corner of the mirror over the fireplace. There were pictures of a Marine on the mantle.

“Is that your husband?” I asked.

“Yes, he was killed in Viet Nam in ’74.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be. I’m long over it. We had a good life together while it lasted. He was set to come home, and two weeks before his orders came through, he was killed during a mortar attack on the airbase where he was at.”

Looking around the room, I saw there was an ambiance of western culture. The furniture was old school cowboy leather and wood, a clock on the wall resembled a wagon wheel, and so on.

When we finished eating, Jessica brought another beer for us and sat right next to me on the sofa. Her body was warm as she leaned against me. I tried not to look, but you know us men our eyes always zero in on breasts. It must be some maternal thing. Jessica’s bosom was inviting. I hadn’t noticed that she had done so, but the top three buttons of her white uniform top were open.

“You know, I haven’t given you a proper thank you for saving my life.”

At that instant, she kissed me on the lips. At first, it was gentle. Our lips met briefly. Jessica pulled back a few inches, looked into my eyes, and then kissed me as she meant too. Hot, passionate, and with our tongues dancing, I was getting hard in my jeans. She reached her hand down and felt my cock through my jeans. Breaking the kiss, she stood up and pulled me toward her bedroom.

Walking behind her as she held my hand, I took stock of her figure. The waitress uniform barely covered her butt as she walked. Padding barefooted we walked into the bedroom, she let go of my hand and turned on the tableside lamp next to the king size bed. She turned toward me, and I watched as she opened the rest of the buttons on her uniform. Jessica had a look of lust in her eyes as the shirt dress dropped to her floor at her feet.

Standing before me in her bra and panties, I could see the dark patch of bush between her legs peeking out on the sides. Jessica walked toward me and started unbuttoning Konyaaltı travesti my shirt. I stood still with my arms to my side as this vision of beauty undressed me. Her hands pulled the shirt off my shoulders, and it too fell to the floor. Soft hands with delicate fingers wove their way through my chest hair. Looking down at her, I watched as she unfastened my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and slid my underwear to the floor.

Jessica’s face was mere inches away from my throbbing manhood. I was motionless as she placed her delicate hand around my tool and slowly stroked it.

I let out a soft moan as I watched her kiss the head of my cock. Jessica stretched the skin tight downward toward the base as she licked the underside of the shaft with her tongue. My eyes studied her expression as she lowered her mouth over me and took me inside. I could feel her tongue lapping as she bobbed her head up and down. In a matter of seconds, I could feel my ball sack tighten as I was about to cum. Pulling back from her, I lifted her and kissed her passionately.

Reaching around her back, I unfastened her bra. Jessica stepped back and dropped it to the floor. Together, we walked back toward the bed. She turned and pulled the sheets down while crawling in and lay on her back. I followed her, and on my stomach before her, I was ready to enjoy her love canal. She opened her legs and raised her hips so I could remove her panties.

The sight of her bush turned me on even more than the view of her naked tits. I could sense the warmth of her womanhood inches away. My lips were ready to indulge in her aroma and taste. Jessica’s dark pubic hair glistened from her moisture in the light of the lamp. She was wet and ready as my tongue began to explore her nether region. I heard an audible gasp as I lapped up the beads of moisture from her hairy pussy. My hands parted the hairs giving me better access to her labia.

For the next 30-minutes or so, I made Jessica writhe in ecstasy. Her orgasms were loud as she raised her hips off the bed in a climax. She finally asked me to get inside her. My dick was rock hard as it slid inside her. She sharply inhaled as I filled her with my tool. I could feel her back wall when I bottomed out inside her. Looking straight into her eyes, I could see her mind reeling with pleasure. Like the gears of a transmission spinning together, Jessica’s emotions were at full speed as she bucked under me as I thrust in and out of her body.

We fucked for a long time before I felt the need to cum. Quickening my pace, I started hammering Jessica’s pussy with my cock. Our pelvic bones were banging together like a blacksmith hammering on a horseshoe. Our mutual orgasms built to a frenzy. She pulled me close, so I was laying on her chest as I pounded away. Her fingernails were making long scratch marks on my back. Jessica was marking me as hers. I heard her moan into my ear as I shot my load inside her. As each rope left my cock, I would pull back a bit and then slam hard inside her with the next pulse of cum. Jessica let out a yelp with each thrust. I pulled out as my dick shrank back to its’ flaccid state. Both of us were heavily breathing as we enjoyed the afterglow of our sex. Sleep came quickly to both of us as we cuddled.

The morning sun woke me up. I came to consciousness realizing where I was and who was with me in bed. My arms wrapped under and around Jessica as I awoke. Nestling between her ass cheeks, I felt my morning wood pressed against her pussy. With only a slight movement of my hips, I felt my cock slip inside her.

Jessica was still moist from the night before, and I slid inside her with little resistance. Slow strokes felt so damn good as I tried not to awaken her. I couldn’t tell if Jessica was still asleep or not as I stroked her pussy with my dick. Eventually, she did awaken placing her hands on mine as I tweaked her nipples. Soft moans of pleasure escaped from her mouth as she climbed the mountain. Our combined heat forced us to throw off the sheets. In doing so, I moved to be underneath her as she rode me cowgirl style. This position allowed her the deepest penetration. Jessica’s hands gripped my chest hair as she moved her pelvis to meet my upward thrusts. Her eyes closed as she leaned her head backward. I felt as if my cock head was inside her womb. Whether it was or not is unimportant. The feeling was decadent as I shot my load inside her. We cuddled and fell back to sleep.

When I awoke the second time didn’t realize Jessica was no longer in my arms. I got out of bed and took a shower. Meantime, Jessica had already taken her shower and was in the kitchen making breakfast. After we ate, we drove back to the cafe. The gas station garage was open, and the mechanic told me I needed a new battery. He installed the battery, and my truck was back to life again.

Inside the cafe, I said goodbye to Jessica. She asked me if I would ever see her again. I told her not likely as I didn’t think long distance romances worked. The logistics are too much to overcome.

As I drove toward my home reminiscing about the day before, I learned something about myself. I learned that kindness given comes back in return. I still think about Jessica and wonder about how she is doing. Maybe I need to make another Vegas run.

The Vacation Ch. 03

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You look at me like I am out of my mind, but as you watch me get dressed you realize that I was not kidding about going shopping.

“Well?” I say. “What are you waiting for, I’m almost dressed!”

You sigh and get off the bed. You grab a shirt and pull it over your head and pull your pants over your hard cock. By the time you finish dressing I am waiting by the door for you.

We walk out and get on your motorcycle. You gun the engine and we zoom off towards the mall. My hands gripping your thighs tightly as you race towards the mall. My hands slide up just enough so that you can feel the heat of them next to your cock. You shift a little trying to trying to get my fingers closer to your throbbing cock.

With a small evil grin on my face I lean into you and move my hands up just enough so that one hand rests on the tip of your cock. You feel my hard nipples pushing into your back as I press against you.

The feel of my hand just resting on your cock is driving you mad. I feel wetness beneath my fingers as I slowly move my hand down a little. Your cock throbbing against my hand makes me very hot. I run my hand down some more to the base of your cock then up again slowly. I softly bite your neck as I move my hand back to your thigh.

You think to yourself how you are going to get me back for this torture later as you hear me giggle in your ear.

We pull into the mall and you park the motorcycle. I grab your hand and lead you into the mall. I lead you past a few stores and stop at the food court and get an Icee.

I take a sip of my Icee and kiss you. I press myself against you, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer. My cold tongue explores your mouth as I move my hips against yours. You moan softly as my tongue caresses yours. I squeeze your ass and grind against you one more time before releasing you and grabbing your hand again.

I pull you behind me as I make my way to Fredrick’s of Hollywood. I look behind you and give you a sexy little smile as I pull you into the store. You raise your eyebrows at me and a smile forms on your lips.

Once inside we walk around and look at all the stuff. I grab whatever seems to catch your eye. When we have picked out a few different outfits, I lead you to the dressing room. I push Esat travesti you against the wall and kiss you deeply and passionately. I grab your ass and give it a squeeze as I pull you closer to me. As I suck on your tongue, my hands run up your back. I pull away from you and push you down on to the bench.

I begin to do a sexy dance as I slowly take off my shirt. I drop my shirt on the floor and turn around to face you. I run my hands over my bra, teasing my nipples thru the lace. I slowly run my hands down my stomach to my pants and unbuckle them as I turn my back on you. I pull my pants down as I bend over, giving you a nice shot of my ass.

“Pick what you want me to try on first,” I say with a wink.

You look through the stuff we picked out and select a black sheer lace bra with a matching pair of panties.

I walk up to you and straddle you as you sit on the bench. I take the bra and panties from your hand and set it next to you. I kneel with my legs on either side of you and my butt resting on your crotch as I wrap my arms around you. I nibble on your lip as I wiggle my butt against you. I feel you growing hard beneath me.

“Close your eyes,” I whisper in your ear.

You comply as I crawl off of you with one last nibble on your lips.

I take a step away from you and change into the outfit you picked out.

“Open your eyes.”

You open your eyes and the first thing you see are my hard nipples straining against the lace of the bra in front of you. You reach up and caress my breasts, running your fingers slowly over the soft lace, teasing me. I grab you and pull you up so that you are standing in front of me. I turn my back on you and start dancing erotically in front of you. I look at you over my shoulder as I press my butt against you.

You put your arms around me and caress my breasts as I move my ass against your crotch. I can feel you getting harder and harder as my lace covered ass moves over your cock. After a few minutes of this I turn back around and push you back down on the bench.

“Pick out the next one.”

You choose a sheer black and purple ruffled baby doll type nighty, you close your eyes as you hold it out to me.

I take off the black lace outfit and slip on the nighty.

I Kızılay travesti straddle you once again and you open your eyes. Your eyes take in my breasts again; you begin kissing them softly through the very sheer purple material. Your hands slide down my back to my ass as I grind against your very hard cock.

I kiss your eyes closed and grab the last remaining outfit, a black bustier with garters and crotchless panties. I stand and strip off the nighty and put on the last outfit.

You moan as you feel my hands at your pants, undoing the button and zipper. I push you down so that you are lying on the bench. You moan softly as I free your throbbing cock from your pants. I straddle you once again as you open your eyes. I lean down to kiss you and you feel my soft breasts pressing against your chest. The bustier leaves them naked with just a ruffled piece of cloth encircling them.

You pull me upwards and take one of my nipples in your mouth and suck greedily on it. A small moan escapes me as your other hand pinches my other nipple. You move your hand slowly down my tummy as your tongue works my nipple. You feel soft lace and continue down until you feel my soft shaved pussy lips.

I moan as your fingers run along my lips. You feel how aroused I am as your finger easily slides between my nether lips. Your finger finds my swollen, throbbing clit and begins to play with it. I pull your face to mine and kiss you deeply. I pull your tongue deep inside my mouth and caress it with mine. I moan softly against your tongue as your fingers continue to work my clit.

Your finger glides around my clit as my moans get louder. I can feel my orgasm getting closer. I don’t want to cum yet so I grab your hand and place it on one of my breasts. You begin to lick one of my nipples as your fingers play with the other.

As you play with my breasts I position myself so that my pussy lips are resting on the shaft of your hard cock. Your cock throbs against me as you feel my hot wetness pressed against you. I move my hips and slowly slide my dripping pussy up and down along your swollen cock. You close your eyes, loving the feel of my slick pussy sliding along you.

After teasing you with my pussy for awhile I have to taste your Alsancak travesti hard throbbing cock. I pull away from you and turn around so that my face is above your cock and my ass rests in front you your face.

I eye your cock hungrily as I lick the small drops of liquid from the tip. Then I slowly run my tongue along the shaft of your cock, tasting myself on you. One of my hands goes to your balls and I begin to massage them. My tongue finds your head again and flicks across your head. You feel the warmth of my lips as they surround you and I slowly pull you into my mouth.

I moan softly against you as I slide you deeper into my mouth, one hand at the base of your cock rubbing in a circular motion, the other massaging your balls. As my lips move up and down I move the hand on your balls down a bit and run a finger along the soft skin between your balls and your ass. You moan loudly as my finger gets closer to your ass. I increase the suction of my mouth against you as I slowly run my finger around your puckered hole.

I slowly let your cock slip from my mouth and bring my finger to my lips. I suck on my finger and get it nice and lubricated. I slide your cock back into my mouth as begin to tease your asshole with my wet finger.

I feel you shudder as I slowly insert the tip of my finger in your ass. Your moans get louder as I move my finger in sync with my lips. I can hear your breathing getting faster as I my lips move along your cock and my finger works your ass. You begin to fuck my mouth harder as you feel yourself going over the edge. Your asshole grips my finger and pulls it deeper inside you as your cock twitches in my mouth.

You let out a loud grunt as you send the first wave of your hot cum down my throat. I swallow it greedily as I continue to fuck your ass with my finger. Your ass pulsates around my finger as you shoot wave after wave of cum in my mouth eventually filling me and it begins to dribble out of my mouth. After you are spent I slowly lick the spilled cum off of you and stand up.

You look at me glassy eyed, your chest still heaving as you try to catch your breath.

“I guess we better buy this stuff,” I say as I flash you a smile.

I gather up the items we picked out and dress myself. I hand you your clothes and watch you dress.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Hungry?” you ask somewhat stunned.

“Yeah,” I say. “I hope you’re hungry because that was just the appetizer.” I say with a wink as I walk to the register and purchase the clothes you picked out.

The Trespasser Ch. 02

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“And we return to the scene of the crime,” Cecilia grumbled. “What the fuck am I doing here?”

Her old Subaru crunched the gravel as she rolled alongside a 20 year old, well I used but well cared for, full size four wheel drive pickup.

Cecilia had ridden in this truck at the end of her last visit. She remembered the look on Martin’s face after she had asked him to drive her back to her car at the trailhead. He had just given her a ride to his house from the cabin on the back of his ATV, with her hugging his back and her face buried in his scent the entire way, both of them enjoying the close contact.

When she first asked for a ride to her car, which was not at his house as it should have been, he had been confused. As he followed her directions, his pickup had been filled to breaking with the quiet of his growing concern, and by the time they had gotten to her car, his face had been a mask of terror. She had left him with a kiss on his cheek in the moment he had accepted that she really was a lost hiker and he had just raped her. As she had driven away, she could tell he had been dying inside. It had seemed like a fun joke at the time, but after she felt more guilty with every day that had passed.

Now she was back.

Out of the car and girded for whatever happened next, she knocked on the front door. The house screamed 1950s ranch style. It was freshly painted a mocha color with white trim and forest green and terracotta highlights. The colors worked together much better than she would have expected.

After a couple of mInutes she knocked again on the green door a little harder.

After another delay she was about to pound more loudly with the bottom of her fist when it swung open. She stood frozen with her clenched hand raised to strike. Martin rewarded her with a look of startled panic in response to her raised fist.

“Hey, Tin-man,” she said brightly then lowered her hand to her side.

“Ah,” he unintelligibly replied.

“Cecil,” she provided. “I know it’s been a couple weeks, but I figured you’d remember my name.”

“I remember just fine. I still like Cecilia better.”

“But my friends call me Cecil.”

“Would I be a friend after I, you know?”

“After you raped me?”

“Yeah that.”

“So you know I was truly just a trespassing hiker.”

“Yeah. Are you okay?”

She struggled glibly, “I survived.”

“I feel horrible, when it turned out you weren’t the real girl-“

“I’m not a real girl?! I thought your illicit explorations had established that I am very much a real girl.”

“Yeah.”

“What happened to her, anyway? You know, the ‘real’ girl?” she held up air quotes.

“Her message just said, that the drive was too far, too isolated, and she didn’t want to walk by herself to the cabin.” Martin grimaced, “I think she got cold feet at the last minute.”

“Where’d you find her, a dating site, phone app?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it. So, am I in trouble?”

“With the law? No. With me?” She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe?”

“Oh?”

“I figure you owe me. Big time.”

“Owe you what?”

She took a breath and in a quick burst she said, “I get to stay in your cabin as much as I want, whenever I want.” She added a hopeful smile as she awaited his reply.

Without delay he responded, “Okay, it’s yours to use.”

Cecilia was startled at how easy that was.

“Really? Just like that?”

“Sure, but why stay there? It’s not very comfortable.”

Martin followed when she turned and walked to her car, opening the rear hatch.

She spoke as she put her head into the rear of the car, “I write books. I need solitude sometimes. I think it will be perfect. Well almost. Needs electricity and plumbing.”

He watched her shapely butt wagging as she dug in the back of her car.

“Okay. So, I’m not in trouble?” he attempted to confirm.

“That’s what we need to find out.”

She stood and handed him a box filled with power cords and battery packs.

“How’s this work?”

“Well, these are chargers and spare batteries for my laptop.” She pointed to each item as she explained as though he was 4 years old. “You plug them into the wall to charge my laptop batteries so you can bring fresh ones to me everyday.”

Irritated with her evasion he responded, “No. I meant how do we figure out if I’m in trouble?”

She went on in an overly patient tone, still as though she was explaining something obvious to a young child, “I knew what you meant. I deliberately diverted the conversation.”

He dryly replied, “And you just diverted it again.”

“I can do it all day if you want.”

“That’s okay, I’ll pass. When are you moving in?”

“Right now.”

“Now?”

“You’ve got to plug those in first. They are going to be my life’s blood so I can work.”

***

The next revelation was the ATV he had for her to use for commuting to and from the cabin. It was a spare quad, identical to the one he used. Strangely, it was only lightly used even though it was several years old.

Later, Çankaya travesti while she was settling in, he came back with a bag of clothes. They were heavy jackets, thermal tights, gloves, knit caps, all in her size. Like the quad they were lightly used.

When she raised a questioning brow, he offered in mocking imitation of the patient, explaining tone she had used early, “It gets really cold in this little valley. The cold air from the mountains settles here and the low hills shelter it from the wind. Even on nice days it’s like an ice box at night.”

There was a finality to his statement that did not invite additional questions, such as, why do you have cold weather gear for a petite woman on hand. A vagrant thought roamed her mind, that these were the clothes of his previous victims. He kept them as a trophy, like an animal’s pelt.

So tied up with her inner thoughts she had somehow missed the moment he had left.

“What no goodbye? A hug, or kiss?” she muttered. “Maybe a farewell screw?”

She held the freshly laundered clothes to her nose and inhaled what was becoming her new favorite scent. She would need to find out the brand of fabric softener he used.

He came to visit a third time that day, just before sunset. Cecilia had been sitting on a log in front of the cabin enjoying the view of the lake through the trees outlining her next novel and making notes on a spiral bound notepad.

Without speaking to her he began to unstrap logs from the back of the quad. Then, he went through the process of breaking them down into firewood with a long handled axe.

Cecilia watched intently. She wished he’d take off his shirt.

After stacking the wood in the cabin by the stove he asked, “Can you start a fire?”

“Yes.”

“You should start one now. It takes a little while to warm that place up because of all the stone. Nice on a hot summer day, but cold at night. I could do it for you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Try to keep the fire going through the night. You may need to wake up a couple times to fix it.”

“I will be okay.” She smiled. “Why don’t you stay the night so you can mind the fire for me.”

He scoffed at her and left. She had no idea how to read him. He was a closed book. Had he scoffed because he had no desire for her? That was at odds with his wandering eyes. She pondered the question until the cold evening air chased her inside at sunset, then found the cabin even more icily cold. As he had warned, the fire took a long time to warm the small room so she spent the evening under the warm pile of blankets Martin had provided wishing he would have stayed, if only to warm her bed.

The scent of the bedding reminded her of the night she had spent with him. Her fingers slipped into her panties as she thought back to how Martin has pushed her over the bed and forcefully taken her from behind.

She dipped her hand down to steal some moisture from her pussy. Using it, she stroked circles around her clit. Her eyes went shut as she squeezed genitals between her fingers. Gathering more of her wetness she repeated the process.

“Oh, Tin-man. Please,” she whispered.

Reliving their evening together in her mind, her hand played between her legs.

“Oh yes, why couldn’t you have stayed to do this for me and mmm, and given me something to suck on. God!” She cried in pleasure.

***

Everyday Martin came to chop wood and everyday Cecilia attempted to discover if she had any hidden telekinetic powers to rip his shirt off.

On the fourth day, laid out on a towel in a very brief bikini while she made no effort to hide the fact she was watching him, he looked at her body with equal interest.

Between swings of the axe he nodded to her scratch pad and asked, “What are you writing?”

“Oh this? I’m planning a novel to pitch to my publisher.”

“So you’re published?”

“Yes, three titles.”

“Would I have heard of any of them?”

“Probably not.”

“Try me, I love to read. A book a week at least.”

“They’re, uh, not your style.”

“How would you know?”

“Trust me.”

“Tell me.”

She puffed her cheeks out and pled with the sky before saying. “They’re steampunk bodice rippers.”

He stopped and leaned on the axe handle.

“Body rippers? Like horror?”

She slowly enunciated, “Bodice ripper,” At his lack of comprehension, she took another deep breath, “It’s Brit slang for romance novel.”

“So, you write steampunk romance novels?”

She answered a little defensively, “Yes, romance novels with a steampunk setting.”

“Okay? Why are you being so coy?”

“Have you ever read a romance novel?”

“No.”

“Basically, it’s hardcore porn in book form. I write steampunk porn.”

“Oh.” He blinked. “Really?” he looked and sounded genuinely surprised.

“Yes.”

“Girls want to read that?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t want to write them?”

“I don’t mind, but what I want is to write sci-fi thrillers. I wrote one with a steampunk theme but it didn’t get any interest. Dikmen travesti One publisher liked the love scene though, paid me to change the book, so it’s more sexy. It sold okay so I wrote two more, like a series.”

“Building a following?”

“They’re spank books for 20 year old girls. But yeah a little, tiny following. I think I’ve got about seven girls intensely interested in me as an author.”

He laughed, “What’s your pen name?”

She told him.

“Are you writing another?” he asked indicating her notepad.

“This one is different. It’s about a mountain recluse who takes a woman captive in his cabin and plays with her. Physically.” With a sexy tone she added, “I think you know exactly what I mean.”

Martin’s smile evaporated.

“Little did he know that she was a princess from the faery realm. Her father, the dark faery king, takes them both to his kingdom. They are going to have to find their way back to the human world, getting away from her evil father and her jealous Prince fiance, fighting the enemy and fucking each other the entire way. And of course they fall in love too. I’m trying to force a fantasy thriller story on my publisher by filling it with wall-to-wall sex. For some variety her fiance has an addiction to screwing Flower Sprites. Hunts them; catch and release so to speak. Her father keeps a harem of captive pixies. He keeps them in a giant bird cage, in bondage. Got to tie up a pixie yeah know, if you want to keep her in place so you can, do what you will with her.”

Passing over most of what she said, Martin grumbled disapprovingly, “Mountain recluse?”

Cecil quickly replied, “Any resemblance to persons real or fictional is purely coincidental. Though, the first chapter may feel a little… ah… familiar to you. You know like deja Vu.”

“Alright, this should be enough wood to get you through the night.”

“Hold on, I’m going to ride back with you.”

“Back where?”

“I’m going to visit my mom.” She combed her hair with her fingers for a moment. “After I borrow your shower.”

She slowly walked to the cabin, hoping that he was getting an eyeful. After entering the cabin, she left the door open. Stripping off her bikini, she looked over her shoulder with what she hoped was an inviting smile, but Martin was still outside and he looked away when she caught him staring at her bare ass.

“Jesus, who does a girl have to blow around here to get laid?” she grumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

***

“Hey Mom,” Cecilia said then kissed her forehead. Sitting in the adjacent chair she went on, “I found the most wonderful cabin. It’s by a spring and small lake in the mountains. There’s a stand of pines around it. It’s so pretty.” Cecilia sighed. “I’m going to live in it for a while.”

Her mother listened silently.

“There’s a boy too, the same one I told you about a couple weeks ago. Oh, don’t worry, I think I’m safe, he hasn’t tried it again, even though I’ve tried to tempt him. I even left the bathroom door open while I showered. Pretty sure he watched for a couple minutes, but no luck.” She paused and considered her mother’s closed eyes before continuing, “I know I’m being stupid, but I have a feeling about him, like I belong there for some reason. Just feels like it’s where I need to be, it’s hard to explain. And I really do love that cabin.”

Cecilia talked on and on ceaselessly. She told her mother about living in the cabin, described the unnatural cold of being there at night if the fire went out, and about the new story she was planning to write. She even vented about about a review about her friend’s book she thought had been unfair.

After three hours she ran out of things to say. She kissed her mother’s cheek, looked at her withered, quiescent form perpetually unconscious in the bed and refused to shed the tears collecting in her eyes.

“I’ll see you in a few days. Love you, Mom.”

***

Martin sent the head of the ax slicing through the wood, sending the halves flying. He bent to toss them on the pile he was making.

“Here, let me help,” Cecillia offered.

She bent at the waist reaching for the kindling he had made. He watched her lithe body in the bikini. Her side-boob was enticingly displayed, then she turned away from him to pick up the other piece, offering her well formed ass to him.

He wanted to feel it, to relive the night he had taken her. His mind recalled watching himself sink into her body while looking down at the perfect round mounds of flesh of her ass now bent in his face.

From the corner of her eye she could tell he was watching her.

Martin suddenly lost his resolve and said, “Don’t you have clothes? Why are you always in a bikini?”

“I’m not always in a bikini. Earlier I took it off while I was swimming.”

“You went skinny dipping?”

“No. Don’t be silly. But I don’t bath with clothes on either. If you got down here a little earlier you’d see. This morning you missed seeing me naked by only 5 minutes.”

“You need to stop this.”

“I Eryaman travesti don’t see what the big deal is. You’ve seen all I have to offer already. You played with my pussy and did other things to it. You stuck your tongue in it for goodness sake. Now you’re afraid to see it?”

“I…” he huffed and stopped himself.

He looked ready to explode, so she tried to diffused the situation. “I think this place needs a boat dock.

“Boat dock?” he jumped at the change in subject.

“Yeah. It would be nice to not have to walk on the rocks along the lakeshore to go swimming and we could get a little row boat to take on the lake.” She was thinking of him without a shirt again, this time rowing a boat.

“We could fish off it too.”

“There’s fish?”

“Yeah some big ones. They like to hang out right here near the trees where the spring feeds in. The middle of the lake is much deeper than you’d think. They might like to hang out around the dock.”

“I’ve been swimming naked with fish?” she sounded scandalized.

He laughed. “Whenever you swim in a natural body of water you are swimming with fish.”

“But this time I was naked.”

“I’m sure the fish were enjoying the view.”

“I’d rather you enjoyed the view.”

She stepped close, running a finger along his chest. His breath caught as she teased his nipple. On impulse she stood on her toes and tried to kiss him. Martin pulled away. She could see the tortured looked on his face.

He started, “I-,” but cut off whatever he was going to say.

He left her standing there. In a bikini. Wanting to fool around but alone. In other circumstances she might have been hurt by this rejection, but she wanted him and knew he wanted her. She would have to keep playing the long game.

Her eyes darkened and with a dangerous tone she quietly told his disappearing silhouette, “You will be mine.”

***

Martin was scarce for a few days. He arrived with already chopped wood and left as fast as he could.

She was becoming angry, debating in her mind what action to take. She could leave, but that would not serve her purposes, she could go full nudist to catch his attention, or she could ride up, force her way into his house and make him interact with her and hopefully fuck her relentlessly. Maybe if she went to his house naked and attacked him. She was getting desperate for the feel of him inside her.

On the third day he showed up with the dawn, waking her. It had been so long since he deigned to speak to her, she was surprised and missed what he said.

“Your dad is on the phone,” he repeated.

“If he calls back, tell him I’ll call him as soon as I get dressed.”

“No. He said it’s important. He’s waiting.”

“Waiting on the phone right now?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

“God, it took you at least fifteen minutes to get here already. How long is he going to hold on.”

“I told him it would be a while, he said he’d wait.”

She looked down at her lack of attire. “Shit. Give me a second.”

She slid out of bed in her panties and tank top.

She stepped into jeans and swapped the tank top for a t-shirt while Martin watched. He was obviously interested, why would he not do more of what they had already done? Did he think she was just here for the mountain air?

Minutes later she was chasing Martin up the trail faster than she thought the quads could go. Faster than she wanted them to go, she was terrified but she stayed on the throttle.

Once in the house, Martin handed her the phone.

“Dad?”

“Cecil, baby.” His voice was thick.

Instinctively, she knew exactly what the trouble was. She had been expecting it for months, but she asked the question anyhow, “Everything okay?”

“It’s your mom, she’s… not doing well.”

“How bad?”

“You need to come say goodbye as soon as possible. Right now.”

“I’ll be there.”

The phone bounced off the floor when she missed while handing it back to Martin.

“Got to go,” she mumbled to no one in particular. “Shit, my car keys are in the cabin.”

“I will drive you.”

“I’m okay. I just need to-“

“No you aren’t. You’re a wreck. I will take you.”

She was not coherent enough to argue with him.

***

Her father met them as they entered the hospital.

“This is Martin.” Cecilia introduced him to her father.

“Thanks for getting her here.” her father shook Martin’s hand.

“Mom?” Cecilia could not form a logical thought.

“They say her organs are shutting down. They wanted to put her on a ventilator and start dialysis. I told them no,” her father said as though the words had been learned by rote.

“It’s okay Dad. She wouldn’t want it.”

“I feel like I’m giving up on her.”

“No, you held on to hope long enough.”

“They say it’s unlikely she will survive more than a few hours but that was a few hours ago. You should say goodbye.”

She was almost unaware as a strong arm guided her to her mother. As she walked, she recalled the last conversation she had had with her mother.

Her mother had looked at her and asked, “Carry?”

She had replied, “Mom, Carry is your sister, I’m your daughter, Cecil.”

“You’re my daughter? You’re so pretty, just like Carry.” Then she shifted from confused to certain. “Yes, of course.”

The Tutor

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I am a 70 year old retired professor in a small college town. Because teaching was my life for so long I tutor a few high school and college students. The money was not as important as the interaction with the students and parents. My wife had died almost 10 years ago and our children lived far away. The teaching helped keep me from feeling alone.

For sex I would travel every few months out of state and hire a high priced hooker. The cost was always about five thousand for a weekend but was worth every penny to me. Despite my age I still had a very strong sexual drive and desire. Every week I would masturbate from two to four times. I am also just about nine inches long which the hookers were surprised to see. While I kept my student teacher relationship professional I did have thoughts from time to time about one of the young girls and their mothers. It was something that I knew would never happen but it was a very nice thing to dream about.

One of my students was a very lovely girl named Amy. She was a basketball player that had a very well developed body. Long dark hair, big bright eyes and a smile that would light up a room. Her body was filled with lots of womanly curves.

One afternoon I was watching a porno movie and playing with myself on the couch when to doorbell rang. I quickly turned off the video and pulled up my sweat pants. When I answered the door it was Amy. She had just come from school where she had passed a midterm exam with a perfect score. She told me of her grade and grabbed me in a very firm hug. The embrace was so solid that my rock hard cock presses deep against her belly. She leaned back and acted as if she did not feel it pressing against her but I could tell she was surprised.

That is great Amy, I said in the hopes that my cock would shrink back before she had a chance to look down at my bulge. She walked into the house and sat on the couch and started telling me something about her next basketball game or something. I was trying to think about something that would make my cock get soft but all I could do was think how sexy Amy was sitting on my couch in her shorts and T-shirt. Her eyes looked down at my cock and she smiled and said, I think you spilled something on your pants. I looked down and could see a dark stain of precum from the tip of my cock. Amy pulled a towel from her bag and started rubbing the stain. Her hand moved up and down along the shaft of my cock. With her bright smile she looked up at me and said, I see your are excited to see me. Quickly I stepped back and said I was sorry and covered my cock with my hands. Amy smiled and said she would like to give me a hand job. At first I protested the idea and asked her to leave. Amy said that she like me and that she had given two of her boyfriend’s hand jobs before and wanted to give me some sexual release. She said she understood that I must Osmanbey travesti be real frustrated being around so many young girls and not having a wife.

I don’t know what got into me but I agreed to let her get me off. She walked over and pulled down my pants exposing my hard cock standing at attention. My you sure are big she said with a smile. Her eyes opened wide as she looked with admiration at my cock. Slowly and softly she grabbed my cock at the base and started pumping. My balls became very tight and I felt myself wanting to cum.

Use that lube on the table I told her. Amy grabbed the lube and dripped it down the length of my cock. Is that better she asked with a soft sexy voice. All I could respond with was a moan as her hand resumed working my cock. Sit on the couch and relax she said. Leaning back with my legs spread apart Amy took her place between them and started pumping with steady strokes. Rub my balls Amy, please I said. She cupped my balls in her free hand and massaged them while keeping her pace on my cock. Oh Amy that feels so good, I said with a moan. You going to cum for me soon, I want to see your big cock shoot a load she said. Pump me a little faster Amy I said. She complied and I could feel my balls get tight and my cock swell as it became ready to fire my cum. AH AH AH GOING TO CUM AMY, I shouted out. SQUEEZ MY BALLS AMY! My cock started to shoot several giant globs of cum into the air. Amy squeezed my balls hard and wiggled my cock wildly. My belly and legs became tight as I exploded with pleasure. WOW she said with her eyes open wide as her hand wiggled my cock around as it shot cum across the room. OH WOW that was great she said with excitement. I felt spent and relaxed on the couch. Cum was everywhere. The floor, my legs and Amy’s hands.

You must feel much better after exploding like that, she said with a grin. Yes Amy I do but we can’t do this again. It is ok with me and I don’t mind helping you and you could help me as well, she said.

Rising to her feet, Amy removed her shirt and bra in one upward move. Her large firm breast bounced free. Her bikini tan lines showed that she was not a modest girl in her choice of swimwear. My eyes fixed on her large pink nipples that pointed outward and up. Amy I don’t think we should… Before I could finish she hooked her thumbs into the top of her shorts and removed them along with her panties. TA DA! Amy said raising her hands above her head like a magic show assistant. Now I could see her very untrimmed pubic hairs and could smell her sex. Since I got you off I need you to do the same for me, Amy said while slowly parting her long tan legs. In shock I sat on the couch and tried to fight my feeling of desire.

Amy straddled me on the couch a pressed her lovely breast to my face. Without thinking I grabbed them softly and started to lick one Ayrancı travesti nipple and then the other. Her wet pussy rubbed against my soft cock and made me wish that I had not cum. Amy softly moaned and rubbed her pussy against my cock as I licked and sucked her wonder young tits. After a few minutes I looked up at Amy and asked if she would let me lick her pussy. Oh yes she purred and slowly moved off of me and onto the floor. Spread your legs wide baby, I said lowering my face to her. She had to most perfect looking pussy I had seen in years. Lots of hair and dripping wet. Play with your tits for me while I lick you baby. Amy started softly rubbing and cupping her tits as I kissed her pussy. Slowly licking the length and gently parting the lips with my fingers. I could feel my cock begin to harden again as I licked up and down the length of her pussy before stopping at her clit. Softly I sucked her clit in and out of my mouth. Ooohhh, she moaned as her fingers stopped at her nipples and pinched firm. I switched between licking around her clit and then sucking it into my mouth then repeating the motion faster and faster. Oh, Oh, Oh yes she moaned slowly. YES like that she said, as I sucked her clit with quick hard and soft sucking. Her long tan legs wrapped around my upper body as her feet met at my lower back. Upward her pelvis moved as I sucked her clit in and out fast and hard. YYYYYEEEEAAAA, she started to cry out, as her body became tight. I could feel her cum flow and licked in her a few time to grab a taste. After a few seconds her legs dropped flat on the floor and she laid prone with me between her wide open legs.

To my surprise I had become hard again and without thinking I slowly pressed the tip of my cock in her pussy. Looking at me with shock Amy said, Oh my god you’re hard again. My cock thrust in and out several times. Oh Amy you feel so good, I said softly as I slowly thrust deeper and deeper until my balls pressed against her lips. Amy moaned encouragement as I slowly thrust my entire length in and out. Faster baby fuck me faster, she begged. You want it fast and deep little girl, I said. Oh yes please fuck me baby fuck me fast and deep, she moaned.

My hands grabbed her legs and pressed them back and wide apart. This arched her pussy upward and would allow me to fully drive every bit of my cock in her. I pulled my cock back and gave her a few small-teasing thrusts. Are you ready to get fucked hard baby I asked? Before she could say yes I started thrusting as fast as deep as I could. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, she cried out in pleasure. The smacking sound of my balls against her soaking wet pussy filled the room. The impact of my body against hers makes her big firm tits shake. Amy was starting to cum and so was I. My cock felt like it would explode soon so I pulled it out before my load fired.

Rollover baby Cebeci travesti and get that sweet ass in the air, I said. Amy moved into position with her ass arched upward like a cat in heat. My hands rubbed her firm round ass softly as I moved my cock to her pussy. Slowly I moved my cock all the way in her pussy. Then my thrust began to quicken as my hands moved to her hips. Oh god your dick feels so good, Amy said as I started fucking her faster and faster. My feeling of shooting my load had dropped away and I felt free to fuck as fast and deep without worry of shooting my load. Get ready baby to get fucked hard, I said as I started giving her all I could.

Amy reached her arms out and grabbed the floor rug. OOOHHH OOHH OOHH she moaned before starting into a full orgasm. Cum baby cum for me hard, I ordered. Her pussy was starting to full with her warm cream. AAAAAAHHHHHH she cried out as I continued my pounding work on her hole.

Looking down at my cock as it moved in and out of her I could see her cum covering me. It was a real ego rush to be a 70 year old guy that just made a sexy 17 year old girl cum.

Slowly I let me cock pop out of her pussy. Amy leaned forward and dropped on the floor. So are you ready to ride my cock, I asked. Oh my god you are going to wear me out, she said. Get on your back and let me get off without using your pussy, I said.

Amy rolled over and I could tell she knew what I was thinking. I sat on the upper part of her belly and placed my cock between her big tits. Her hands grabbed her tits and pressed them against my cock. Oh yes baby you know what I want don’t you. She began moving her tits up and down jacking my cock off. Oh yes baby, I moaned. The sight of her was made even better when she moved her head forward and started trying to lick and suck the tip of my cock. You want to suck on my cock baby, I said. Well here you go baby I said as I moved my cock toward her mouth. Her hands dropped her tits and grabbed my cock and resumed pumping as the head entered her mouth. Within a few seconds I could feel my balls start to become tight as I was about to shoot my load. Oh Amy I am cumming, I warned as my cock started to shake and shoot. I had expected Amy to pull my cock from her mouth but she instead sucked it deeper. OOOHHH I groaned as my load fired down her throat. She sucked my cock hard as if trying to get every drop out. Then with a pop she removed my cock from her mouth and slapped it on her face before sucking it back in her mouth.

In my 70 years, I had only seen something that hot in dirty movies and never in real life. While I knew it was wrong for me to take advantage of a young girl, I felt that at age 70 I should take advantage of every opportunity. Besides, Amy would be going to college soon and she would find someone her own age.

In the days leading up to her departure to school she would come over and have wonderful sex. We were like rabbits and I had an increased libido that I did not think was possible without drugs. It was sad to see her go off to school but Amy did have a younger sister that would be starting high school soon and needed a tutor.

The Ties That Bind

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While she was putting the dishes away, he snuck into her closet and found the black and white scarf she used to tie her hair into a ponytail when they took the convertible down the coast. He placed it between her pillow and their wrought iron headboard. He normally hated the damn thing – it made so much noise when he was rolling over in bed, pounding against the wall, but this afternoon, he’d put it to good use.

He heard her finishing up in the kitchen. He hurried and started her favorite naughty playlist on their iPod. He stripped and jumped under the quilt on their small bed.

She was laughing as she entered their cramped bedroom. “Wonder what you’re in the mood for” she said.

“I’m in the mood to watch you strip for me,” he told her.

She was shocked by his boldness but she was immediately turned on. He didn’t ask for permission; he just told her what he wanted. She could be just as bold.

She turned toward him and slowly started to unbutton her pink blouse, revealing a silky black camisole beneath it. She let the blouse fall to the floor and then moved to her skirt. He moaned when he heard her unzipping it and then watched her slip out of it. She stood before him in her black camisole, black panties and strappy heels – she moved to take off her camisole when he said “Stop.”

She did as she was told – getting wetter the more forceful he acted.

“Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

She looked at him with some concern – not knowing what he had in mind, but being so turned on, she ignored any misgivings she had. Again, she did as she was told, getting on her hands and knees on her side of the bed. As she positioned herself, he moved from the bed to the chair they had tucked into a corner of the room.

He sat down and said, “Reach under your pillow and take out what you find.”

She reached under her pillow and immediately recognized her scarf by it’s feel against her hand – she gasped and felt her panties become soaked.

“Tie your left wrist to the headboard.”

She bit her lip and looped one end of the scarf to her wrist and then tied the other end to the headboard.

“I Şişli travesti smell sex in the air – you must be really wet. Use your free hand to touch yourself – show me how wet you are.”

She reached beneath her panties and slipped a finger between her swollen lips – she moaned at the pleasure she felt and wished she could just finish herself off on the spot.

He caught her. “That’s enough touching – lick your finger for me.”

She blushed and hesitated.

“Do it now,” he ordered her.

She felt compelled to follow his orders – she looked him in the eyes as she licked her finger, enjoying her taste and smell.

He abruptly left the room; she was scared but trusted him.

He returned with his favorite red “power” tie. He kissed her and positioned her so that she was laying on her back – he used the tie to bind her right hand to the headboard. He took a moment to survey his conquest – splayed on the bed, both arms tied above her, on either side of her head, her camisole astray, her panties very very wet, her heels digging into the bed. He gave her a devilish grin as he removed her panties – he could see the moisture glistening on her pussy – she was loving this. He was so hard, he could cum at any moment – but he would work hard to savior this.

He started at her ankles, caressing them and kissing the inside of her Achilles heel. He made his way up her calves, loving how the heels showed them off when she walked away from him. He massaged them and trailed kisses up her left leg then her right. When he reached her knees, he spread her legs as far as was comfortable for her, using his thumbs to gently massage her inner thighs.

By this time, she was writhing in the bed, unable to use her hands to hurry him along. He leaned over her and placed his face next to her pussy. She lifted her hips in a desperate attempt to make contact with his lips – but he backed away and left her writhing in frustration.

He slipped a thumb between her lips and gently rubbed her clit – watching her tug at her restraints. She was so wet, his finger easily slipped inside of her. She bent Taksim travesti her head back and moaned his name – begging him not to stop, begging him to fuck her. That would be too easy he thought.

She groaned when he removed his fingers from her. He told her, “Lift your hips.”

Again, she did as she was ordered. She lifted her hips and watched him move one of his pillows beneath her. His prize was now inches higher.

With her arms tied, her hips sitting on top of the pillow and her heels planted in the mattress for leverage, she was completely helpless and his for the taking. He held her knees and spread them apart, stretching her legs. He kissed the inside of her knee and made his way down her thighs – she moaned his name and begged for mercy. She could feel him laugh against her pussy – his breath tickling her. He rubbed her lips with his thumbs and slowly spread them.

She arched her back as he finally licked her – lapping her juices. For a minute he forgot about pleasing her – he was consumed with the taste of her, the feel of her legs on either side of him, he drove his tongue as deep into her as possible – enjoying the extra access the pillow beneath her granted him.

She wanted to hold his head and direct him, but her tied arms prevented her from doing anything except moan and beg. He took his time with her – getting drunk off of her juices and his new found power.

He alternated between pleasuring her with his lips, his tongue and his fingers, at times barely touching her and at others driving into her as forcibly as he dared. All the while, she wriggled beneath him, forced to helplessly receive the onslaught. He didn’t know what was more exciting: knowing that he was driving her this crazy, watching this normally calm, cool, collected woman lose complete control, or exercising this new found seductive power over her. It was completely up to him how she would climax, when she would climax and how powerfully.

He had been loving her long enough to know when she was close to reaching an orgasm. Twice he stopped her in her tracks, backing off when he felt her tell-tale Gümüşsuyu travesti signs: her legs starting to wrap around him (normally she’d have his head in her hands by now – he’ll have to remember to tie her ankles to the bed next time), her hips bucking even higher off of the pillow, her cries getting louder, and her pussy tasting sweeter. By the third close call for her, he decided she’d had enough. He slipped two fingers inside of her, licking the side of her clit as he did so. The combination sent her over the edge and she rewarded him with a very wet goatee.

He was surprised how much having control over her turned him on. He couldn’t remember feeling this excited. Normally he’d give her a moment to recover but he couldn’t help himself. He rose up onto his knees and positioned himself between her legs, lifting them from the back side of her thighs. She opened her eyes and smiled. He reached between them and stroked her pussy with his very swollen cock. He knew this wasn’t going to last long. She wriggled beneath him, using her restraints to pull herself up. The sight of her being tied up drove him wild. He thrust violently inside of her, she grunted with the weight of him and quickly tightened around him. Using her legs as leverage, he moved in and out of her with a steady, relentless rhythm.

He could feel his orgasm building – watching her tied up – moaning with each thrust. He squeezed the base of his cock just as he was about to cum. She groaned when he withdrew from her. He moved to the head of the bed, lifted her head, and held his cock just beyond her lips. She leaned forward and hungrily took him in her mouth. He looked in her eyes as she swallowed as much of him as she could. He moved in and out of her mouth steadily, controlling the speed and the depth with which she took him. Her slurping noises and the knowledge that she couldn’t do anything but take him made him cum hard and fast. She fought to keep up with his flow – trying desperately to swallow each drop as it erupted from him. She continued to hold him in her mouth, surrounded by his own cum until he started to get hard again. She licked him and gently let him fall from her mouth.

He removed the pillow from beneath her, unstrapped her heels, and then returned to the head of the bed. Kissing her lovingly, he untied her left wrist and then before untying her right wrist, he whispered in her ear, “thank you.”

The Taming of Roma

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Dear friends my name is Saheb Sahebji. I am young, tall and slim. By profession I am a commercial artist. In my last story ‘Kala, the single mother’ you read that Nisha, my little one got married. Her last words to me were, ‘Big one, go after Cassie (her best friend) she loves to fuck. (To find out more about Nisha read ‘Nisha, the little one’ and ‘Kala, the single mother’ about Cassie read ‘Ramu and Cassie’).

Though Nisha had introduced me to Cassie before her marriage I did not take her seriously but who can preempt what is written. Three months after I lost Nisha, I ran into Cassie in a shopping center. The recognition was mutual. I was eager to hear news of Nisha so I invited Cassie for a cup of coffee.

When we had settled down I asked, ‘I am sure you must be keeping in touch with Nisha?

‘Of course. I think Nisha spends half her time writing letters to me. She writes every day’ Cassie replied.

‘How is she? Is she all right?’ I inquired.

‘Yes she is all right and is deliriously happy. She asks about you quite often. You do miss her don’t you?’ Cassie said.

‘Yes I do miss her. Well there is nothing to be done about it’ I replied. Then we talked about things before going on our different ways.

As it happened I kept running into Cassie off and on. She kept me abreast with news of Nisha. With time we started seeing each other regularly.

One day I asked Cassie, ‘Cassie have you told Nisha that we are seeing each other’.

Cassie said, ‘Yes I wrote to Nisha and told her that we were dating. Sahebji can you guess what she had to say? I shook my head. ‘Nisha wrote, ‘I knew this had to happen. When Nisha plans then it happens’ Cassie said and laughed nervously.

As Cassie’s parents were strict, she could not leave home often. Therefore we usually met on Sundays and holidays. One Sunday I asked Cassie, ‘I know of a fantastic restaurant that serves excellent tandoori chicken would you like to eat there today?’

‘Sahebji frankly I would rather cook tandoori murgha Nisha style than eat it’ was Cassie’s surprising answer.

I looked at Cassie, ‘Are you serious?’ She blushed and nodded.

When we reached my flat I said, ‘Cassie you already know your way around make yourself comfortable. She nodded. She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom and said, ‘Let us not waste any time.

Nisha talked so much about her big one that I am dying to see it’. Taking her in my arms and kissing her I said, ‘All in good time, my dear’.

I then undressed her. Naked she was even more beautiful. I kissed and licked her shaven choot till she was wild with ecstasy. Then I undressed. ‘My God Nisha was right. Your lund is really very big and thick. Sahebji I have not had a man since Ramu. Sahebji please be tender with me I don’t want to be hurt’.

‘Don’t worry you will not feel a thing’ I said.

I spread her legs as wide as I could and pressed my cock inside her. She groaned, ‘Oh dheere, please dheere dard ho raha hai. OHHHHHhhhh kya poora ghuss gaya? Aissa lag raha hai ki paheli baar chudwa rahi hoon (Oh slowly please slowly it is hurting. OHHHHHhhhh is it in yet? I feel as if I am losing my virginity all over again.)’.

‘Yes darling I am fully inside you’ I replied and started the in and out motion. I kept varying the length and the speed of my strokes. She was moaning loudly. Her bottoms were keeping perfect time with my strokes.

‘Sahebji it is lovely. Fuck me harder. Y…hes faster and harder. Oh Jesus it is fantastic. Jeeesuss I am nearly there. Y..hes don’t stop go on faster. OH Jeeeeesus I am COMMMIIIINNNGGGggg’. I had not had a woman since Nisha and felt my seed rising. Few more strokes and I shot my load.

She then proceeded to cook ‘tandoori murgha’. She had learnt her lesson well. It was a very enjoyable. We both had a great afternoon.

When we were together again she said, ‘You know I wrote and told Nisha that I had taken her advice and cooked your murgha in my tandoor. Here is her reply’ and handed me a letter.

I read, “Congratulations! Cassie congratulations. What do you think of the big one? He is great isn’t he? I knew you would enjoy yourself. How was the tandoori murgha? Now that the big one has fucked you, you might as well tell your parents to start collecting your dowry. You will be married soon”

‘Cassie read this telegram. It is from Nisha’ I said handing her the telegram.

‘You read it out’ Cassie said. It reads “Bravo big one. I knew you would succeed. Don’t forget that a coin has two sides. Love. Your little one”.

‘What does she mean by the coin has two sides?’ Cassie asked.

I laughed, ‘It is her subtle way of reminding me that your ass hole cherry is still intact’.

‘Kya tum ab meri gaand maroge? (Are you going to fuck me in the ass now?)’ Cassie asked.

‘Only if you agree’ I replied.

She murmured to herself, ‘Nisha keh rahi thi gaand marwane main bahut mazaa aata hai. Ek din tau gaand marwani hee hai. Phir aaj kyon nahin? (Nisha was saying Cihangir travesti fuck in the ass hole is very pleasurable. One day I have to have my ass hole fucked then why not today). Then turning to me she said, ‘Sahebji main tayyaar hoon. Gaand marni hai tau mar lo (Sahebji I am ready. Fuck my ass hole if you want to)’.

‘It will hurt’ I told her.

‘It has to hurt someday. No I am ready’ was her reply.

After greasing both her ass hole and my shaft I penetrated her gaand. At first she screamed that it was hurting her too much but soon started to enjoy the new sensation. ‘It was really very nice’ she said after we had finished. We enjoyed ourselves for six months.

One day she announced, ‘Sahebji my marriage has been fixed. I am to marry Alan in three months time. Alan was two years my senior in college. I did not know Alan then but now my parents have arranged my marriage to him. He is nice. I like him’.

‘Does Nisha know? I asked.

‘Of course I wrote and told her. She wrote back, ‘I am not surprised. Remember I told you so. The big one is very lucky’. She said to tell you that your lund has done it again. She also wanted me to find a choot for the big one.

‘I can’t do much for the big one. My only best friend is already married. What I can do is to introduce you to several girls but you have to take it up from there’. I laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry. I have been without a girl before and I am not really so helpless as Nisha imagines’.

‘We are having a farewell party on Saturday in college. I want you to be my escort’ Cassie suggested.

She went on to explain that it was a tradition in their college that the second year students give a farewell party to the class passing out. ‘You won’t get bored. There will be many pretty girls and they even serve beer’ she said. Not being averse to meeting pretty girls I agreed.

On Saturday I escorted her to the party.

The party was held in the college gymnasium. There was lots of seating space, a space to dance and a make shift bar.

Cassie introduced me to many girls and boys saying, ‘This is my friend Sahebji. He is an artist’. One girl, Asha wanted me to draw her picture. I tried to get out of it but others also insisted. Then one boy, Pappu said pointing to a greying man standing near the entrance, ‘Sahebji forget Asha. Draw the sketch of the Weasel’.

Everyone agreed and shouted, ‘Yes, yes draw his picture’.

The man he had pointed out had an interesting face and he actually resembled a weasel. Pappu arranged for a sheet of paper and pencil. While I was sketching I asked, ‘Who is he?’

With a smile Cassie said, ‘He is our principal’. After I had finished all the students said that it was a great sketch and it resembled the weasel to a T.

Pappu disappeared with the sketch to show it around. About an hour later I was sitting at the bar with Pappu when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to find the principal standing.

Showing me the sketch he said sternly, ‘Did you draw this?

‘Yes but sir but I did not mean any disrespect’ I said apologetically.

‘No it is good. Actually, very good. I like it. You are not a student of my college. I have never seen you before’ he said smiling.

‘No sir I am a guest of one of the students’ I replied.

‘You are good. Are you an artist?

‘I am not an artist. I am a commercial artist’ I replied.

Before leaving he gave me his card and said, ‘May I keep this sketch I like it very much. Come and see me next week sometime I will like to talk to you’.

A pale Pappu said, ‘I thought we were in big trouble but the Weasel turned out to be good sport. I hope he does not read you the riot act when you see him’.

‘Forget about him let us have another beer’ I said.

While we were drinking our beer I saw a very pretty girl dancing alone. She was 5’6″ tall with a superb figure. Her bobbed hair suited her slim face. She wore a red blouse with black buttons and a knee length black skirt. Her matching red shoes completed her outfit. Her big boobs were hard and firm.

‘Pappu what is with you boys no one is dancing with this extraordinarily pretty girl’ I said gesturing towards the dancing beauty.

‘I see her beauty has also bewitched you too? Every one here keeps away from her. She is not a girl. She is like a coiled cobra, very pretty but very, very deadly. She is also very vain, egoistic and haughty. If I were you I will keep her at a distance’ Pappu said.

‘Tut, tut Pappu those sure are harsh words to describe such a pretty girl’ I said.

‘If you only knew the truth about her then you will agree with me that what I am saying about her is putting it very politely’ Pappu said.

‘Okay tell the truth’ I said.

‘Well at first she encourages a guy and when the guy tries to kiss her or embrace her she shouts bloody murder. You know what happened to a friend of mine? She went to a movie with him and kept encouraging him but when he tried to put his Fındıkzade travesti arm round her in the darkened hall, she created such a scene that the police arrived. My friend, poor fellow left the college out of shame. If you want to be disgraced it is up to you. I have done my duty and warned you.’ Pappu said.

‘It sure is a pity. She is definitely very pretty’ I told him.

After the party as I was escorting Cassie home she asked, ‘Sahebji did you like any of the girls?’

‘Yes most of them were very nice but I liked a girl called Roma best’.

‘What? That bitch’ Cassie shouted.

‘Why does everyone react like this. Pappu also called her names’ I said.

‘If you only knew what she did to his friend you would also call her names’ she replied.

‘I know what happened but you know you can’t clap with one hand. I feel, there must be more to it’ I said.

‘You don’t even know her and are defending her so staunchly. If you only knew how she humiliated me today’ Cassie said and started to sob.

‘Darling what did she do to you?’ I asked kissing her lightly.

Between sobs she said, ‘When I told the girls that I am getting married to Alan everyone was happy and congratulated me but that bitch Roma with a smug look said, ‘you are getting married to that loser Alan. I went out with him only once and immediately saw that he was a loser and dropped him like a hot brick’. Sahebji believe me I could have died with shame’.

‘Tell me more about her’ I said. ‘She keeps boasting that she is not like other girls and knows how to protect her virginity, which she will only surrender to her husband on the wedding night. She talks to us like as if we were all whores’.

‘Does she know about us?’ I asked.

‘Definitely not. She just assumes that all girls, other than her are having affairs’ Cassie said.

‘Roma can’t talk to my Cassie like this and get away with it’ I said getting angry.

‘What are you going to do. pop her cherry? Please don’t do anything rash for my sake and get into trouble’ Cassie said.

‘Frankly I don’t know what I will do but I will try my very best to see that she apologizes to you for her rude behavior today’. We did not talk about Roma again.

Later I thought that all the boys are enamored by Roma’s beauty but she treats them like dirt. Therefore the best way to make her to take interest in me would be to treat her like any ordinary girl and be cool. Yes this would be the best plan.

On Saturday I went to see the Weasel. He was glad to see me. He showed me my sketch, which he had placed under the glass on his desk. He said, ‘Sahebji you are a good artist. We have an opening for an Art teacher in our college. Would you like to join our faculty’.

I laughed and said, ‘I am honored by your offer but sir I already have a nine to five job which I enjoy’.

While we were talking there was a knock on the door and Roma peeped in, ‘Sorry chacha (uncle – father’s younger brother) I did not know you were busy. I will come later’.

He said, ‘No come on in and meet Sahebji. He is a great artist. I am trying to persuade him to join our college’ and then turning to me added Sahebji this is my niece Roma’.

Roma said, ‘Good evening Mr. Sahebji I am pleased to meet you’ and stuck out her hand.

I took her hand and said, ‘The pleasure is entirely mine’.

‘Chacha I will come later’ she said and left.

‘Roma is very pretty isn’t she? My brother is settled in England and sent Roma here to do her graduation. She is staying with my wife and me. We have no children of ours. It is nice to have a young person staying with us. May be you could consider teaching interested students in the evenings after your work. You will of course be paid’ he said.

Extra money is always welcome and it might give me an opportunity to meet Roma again. ‘Okay sir I can try that but I let us start with two hours three times a week’ I said.

‘That would be fine’ he said.

This gave me an excuse to visit the college often.

Pappu had become a great fan of mine. I also liked him and we become good friends. He took me to a bar frequented by the students. It was called ‘The Orbit’. A very fat bald guy called Tony ran it. ‘The Orbit’ was a biggish place. In the evenings students hung around chatting and socializing and many even brought their dates with them. There was a dance floor and it boasted of a small bar, which served cold drinks and beer. Most evenings Pappu and I stopped there for a beer or two.

I kept running into Roma but other than a polite greeting we did not talk. On many an occasion I felt that she wanted to talk to me but I managed to avoid a long conversation. One evening she collared me in the college. After the usual greetings she said, ‘Sahebji I want to talk to you’.

I said, ‘Sure why not but right now I am in hurry but if you wait we can talk later. I should be back in twenty minutes okay? She nodded.

Leaving her I met up with Pappu and went to Fulya travesti ‘The Orbit’. Seating ourselves at the bar we ordered beer. The place was full as usual. Piped music was playing. Few couples were on the dance floor. There was a loud buzz of conversation. Nearly an hour had past since I had left Roma.

Suddenly there was pin drop silence. Pappu turned around and whispered, ‘Sahebji the bitch is here’.

In the mirror behind the bar I saw Roma surveying the scene. She spotted us and walked resolutely towards us.

‘Oh, oh she is coming straight towards us. I am out of here’ Pappu whispered.

‘Don’t move. Stay where you are till I tell you’ I said to Pappu under my breath.

‘Here you are swilling beer and I was waiting for you in college’ she said controlling her anger.

‘Sorry Roma I completely forgot’ I apologized.

‘Doesn’t matter but you could buy a girl a drink’ she said cooling down a bit.

‘It will be my pleasure. What will you drink? I said and before she could answer added ‘Tony give the lady a soft drink’.

‘I don’t want a soft drink. What are you guys drinking?’ she asked.

Pappu said, ‘We are drinking beer’.

‘I will also have a beer. Tony give me a bottle of whatever they are drinking’ she said.

‘Roma we are drinking strong beer. Tony give her a light one’ I said.

‘No I want a strong beer also’ she ordered.

When the beer was served she started to drink it like water. ‘Roma drink it slowly/ the beer is very potent’ I suggested. She did not pay heed and finished the beer in quick time. ‘Tony give me another bottle’ she said thickly.

‘Pappu offer the lady a seat’ I said. Pappu got up and tried to help Roma on to the barstool. Roma was unsteady on her legs and tripped. I quickly bent down and caught her but by accident my hands cupped her boobs.

‘Take your hands off me and stop squeezing my tits’ she said loud enough for others to hear. All eyes were turned towards us. I held on to her.

‘Maine kaha ki meri chuchiyan dabana bund karo aur mujhe chord do (I said stop pressing my tits and let me go)’ she screamed.

‘If I let you go you will fall’ I said still holding on to her tits.

‘I don’t care. Just let me go’ she said again. I let her go. With a loud thump she fell on the floor.

Pappu and I helped her on to the barstool. ‘You did this on purpose’ she said to me rubbing her buns.

‘I was trying to be helpful but when you insisted that I let you go I had no choice. Forget what happened drink your beer’ I said. She looked at me strangely and started drinking her beer. She was still drinking it way too fast. After finishing the bottle she staggered of the stool and said, ‘I must go home now’.

From the corner of my eyes I saw four boys get up and look towards Roma. Roma was not too popular among the boys. I thought if these four guys caught up with Roma in her inebriated state then when she gets home she won’t be a virgin anymore. Frankly I had no love lost for her. I thought maybe I might get lucky and pop her cherry in future. Therefore it was best that she did not lose it tonight. She hung on to my arm and we walked out.

‘Come Roma I will walk you home’ I said.

The cool breeze revived Roma to some extent but she leaned closely towards me. We walked to her home in silence. She kept glancing at me from time to time. I wondered what was going on in her conceited mind. When we reached her house she looked up towards me with half puckered lips wanting me to kiss her. I was not ready for it yet. I said, ‘Goodnight Roma sleep tight’ and turned on my heels and walked away. After ten steps I turned around and saw she was standing very still and glaring at me with anger. I waved and continued on my way.

A week later Roma waylaid me in the college and said, ‘Please Sahebji I want to talk to you’.

‘I have an appointment with the principal. I will be right back. Stay here and don’t go away’ I said.

‘This is what you said a week back also’ she said a sarcastic tone.

‘Give me five minutes and no longer’ I said and walked away. Actually I did not have any appointment. I just required time to think as what she might say. I went into the principal’s office spent five minutes with him and lingered around his secretary’s office for another ten minutes before returning.

Roma was still waiting for me.

She smiled and said, ‘I thought you had again ditched me’.

‘What do you want to talk about? I asked.

‘Sahebji my chacha says you are a great artist. I want you to draw my picture. Not a caricature but a proper portrait type’ she said.

‘Sure anytime you say. It will require number of sittings but with one condition’ I replied.

‘What condition?’ she asked.

‘I will show you the sketch when it is complete and not earlier. Agreed? I said.

‘This is fine with me’ she replied.

‘Will tomorrow be okay? Meet me here and we can use one of the classrooms’ I suggested.

She said, ‘I don’t want a conventional portrait. What I had in mind cannot be done here. I want you to sketch me lying in bed. Can’t we do it at your place?’

‘My place it is. Tell me when?’ I said.

With a triumphant look she said, ‘Day after tomorrow. I will be at your place at six sharp. Don’t forget’.

The Temple of St Gelais

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Mmmm!

Do you know that a image of beauty can speak a thousand words of pleasure…

As for ages ago, just as now…

Well every time a picture of you comes into my mind…damn, I find myself getting lost in so much pleasure and desire…that without hesitation I felt myself getting excited for you…

It happened the first day I saw you in your black pants and white top.

My eyes followed you across that room.

I examined the very curve of your legs and your magnificent presence moved me to a day long distraction.

Your exquisite face echoed in my mind and explosions of desire boomed in my soul.

Wanting you, needing you. My passion for you so intense that I felt drawn to you.

Your womanly walk would remind me of what I was missing.

I would get lost in the realms of wanting my lips pressed against your lips…wanting our tongues begin to explore the hidden pleasure zones…

Damn just sitting there, with my eyes closed I could feel how soft and warm you would be to me…as I gently let my mind dream of the essences of your soft and warm lips…looking forward to the time that my tongue would touch your lips, gently resting them against yours…

And then I dreamed…

One day, I could feel your body heat warming up to me…wanting to give into the pleasures you were feeling.I could see my hands as they explored all of your sexy body as you lay next to me in my mind…the visions of my hands pushing slowly up your thighs…as our lips are still locked in a lover’s embrace…

And finally, you let me in your heart. Your lips tasted like honey…as you gently sucked on my tongue…trying to pull me in deeper into your mouth…and into your soul. As you did that, I’d feel my body start to tremble…wanting to show you just how hot you’re making me feel…and our kisses became more intense with your hands touching my face, kissing me so hard, yet with those tears in your eyes, with me knowing what they mean…

As you started to moan, I imagined myself undressing you with my eyes…as you slowly undress before me in a seductive way…you feel my hands helping you undress…damn, you had the look of lust in your eyes…

We’ll both know that “love” is wonderful but in those nights we let loose of the “lust” we felt for each other…You loved me over and over.

And as your clothes fell softly to the floor…it’s then that my eyes fully engaged in the essences of your beauty…as you stood before me in your sexy bra & white panties…I slowly ran my hand up between your thighs…to where pleasure will begin..

Woman, I can’t deny it…I wanted to taste you…

Lick you…

feel your wetness on my finger-tips…

tease you as your body gives into those love- games my hands would start to play…

I listened as your sensual body called out to me…

As my hands are braced on the sides of your hips…I drove my cock deeply into your waiting womb. I felt you brace yourself as I rested one hand your hip and placed the other one on your neck to hold you in place as I unleashed my passion on you, woman. I reached around and felt your tummy as my cock rocked your stomach. I could feel him as he probed your vagina…and you cried out , over and over: “do me, Robert, do me. fuck me harder.”

I asked Halkalı travesti you to turn your face to the side so that I could relish in your beautiful face as it glowed in my passion for you. Seeing you like that with your exquisite face lost in a deep and profound pleasure, answering my thrusts with your own counter thrusts, with your body giving to me the joys of your feminine power, your hips pounding against my body, your tiny hands reaching behind you to feel my hard cock as it slid in and out of your pussy, woman, I was lost in you and yet we both rediscovered something of us that was lost, misplaced or forgotten.

In other dreams, you would gently step out of your now moist panties…as I lay them on the floor…only to let me have a full view of your beautifully Eve inspired and woman dipped masterpiece of love…Damn how I just wanted to kiss you from day one. And to kiss you deeply, passionately, and intimately all over your body.

And later in our dreamscape, with out hesitation, I’ll feel you pull my head to rest sweetly upon your beautiful lush valley…of sex…as I breathe in the sweet aroma that lingers near my lips…I would be fully locked in a daze…as I watched your wet pussy lips puff up sensually, and begin to swell with lust and anticipation…of gliding on my tongue…as you’ll glaze my lips with your wetness…damn, you tasted like delicious spice of woman.

That would l send signals to the depths of my soul…telling me how bad you’ll want me to eat you out…of your nectar…sometimes, you would ask me to pleasure you orally, saying, “Honey, will you taste me?

Those visions of your body standing before me is so clear…that I’ll feel your body shiver gently as a soft moan escaped your lips…

It’s then that I’ll feel your pussy walls opening up for me…

Wanting me…

Feeling me…

Needing me…to fill you up with so much pleasure…

I’ll feel your hips do a slow-dance as your pelvis gently grinds against my every lick, and every taste of you…

But then you’ll pull away from me…

Laying before me with lust in your eyes…

I adore your dark and mysterious pussy.. covered with hair as to hide it from my eyes.

…But I touch anyway, looking at her, loving the shape, her taste and her form…You’ll let your fingers…gently open up your sweet pussy to fully expose your swollen clit…

and that one signal …that would hypnotize me to come closer to you again…and to fuck you with my tongue…only to feel you rock out of control as you try to brace your self with your hands holding tight on my head…I look up…seeing you in your own deep trance…I reach for your nipples…touching them…and I insert one finger into your wet pussy as I orally pleasure you, kissing your pussy, feeling the inside of you…feeling you respond with your hips and voice…feeling you raise for me…allowing me to inhale all of your vagina…my cock will only get larger and harder as I lose myself as I love you and your glorious pussy.

In other fantasies, I could tell you were in a mood to experience me as a man. The first time in the dream that you unleashed my cock, you looked at him with some amazement, taking his measure with both your hands wrapped around the erect edifice. Touching him, caressing Levent travesti him and stroking him with a girlish delight. I knew that when we got point of insertion, your pussy would be in total surrender. But before I could take you to that place, you took him to another place. I could hardly believe my eyes when you mastered him, showing me how profoundly you enjoyed his commanding size. You whispered to me, “Robert, you must be gentle with me. do you promise?” I did give you my word. Yet, when the time came for our union, you accommodated him and he stealthily disappeared into your hidden paradise. Several times, you lifted for me, allowing me a even deeper thrust into your supple body. You shuddered at his determination to reach all of you. Still, you own passion allowed me deeper and deeper access to your body…as you maximized the depth of my cock’s thrusting and that moment of love will be forever etched in my soul. Fantasy or not.

In other dream encounters, I feel you let go of more of your sweet love juice as it drenches my chin…and coats my my faces with the essences of you…and you would say to me, “kiss me darling, I want to taste you and our mutual passion. And we would share that joy with each other and you literally drove me mad with adoration for you. Do you know that?

That is what you do to this man:

That feeling of having you explode with full force from my tongue…

I feel you push me back…to show me just badly you’ll want me still…

For I feel your hands pressed against my head…as you slowly pulled me more to your valley of pleasure. I could feel your soft hands stroking my head, my mouth and my chest with your gentle fingers touching my mouth as I drank from your fountain. When you surrendered to me and I took you once more, And as you would look into my eyes…I feel you kiss my chest…my nipples, and you would wrap your arms around my neck, holding on saying. “Honey, you are my lion. I love what you are doing to me. It all feels so damn good with your big circumcised cock buried deeply in me.” And all the while, your beautiful face inspires me – that damn beautiful face, exciting me, taunting me and leading me deeper and deeper into the Temple of St. Gelais.

Other times:

I can feel your mouth running over my nipples…

and then letting your tongue glide down past my navel…

only to feel your hands search to feel my hardness of my throbbing hard cock…

Again I see you look up at me…with a smile…as you’ve discovered the treasure you long to feel…

It’s then you hear the sounds of my voice intensely letting go with pleasures you have yet to see…

With a full rush you gently inhale my cock with your hand holding fast to the hard rock monument dedicated to your beauty. You have me stand, revealing my nakedness to you. Standing before you, would be a tall, gentle and kind lover that adores you…

A slight gasp escapes your lips…

As you smile seductively at…. what your lips are dying to taste…

As you lower your lips…down on my now swollen head…

I’ll feel your lips glaze up licking down my shaft…

While you loved my dick, I would play those love games of touching your pussy lips…with my finger-tips..as you were .lightly tapping my cock Şirinevler travesti shaft.

I get locked in trance as I watch your lips rise and down on my wet and soaked dick…while you suck on me…letting your soft round lips put on a show…for my rock hard cock to desire…

My hips lock up…as I rise to meet your lips…that gently glaze me…with the juices that flow from your loving lips…Other times, as you orally pleasured us both, in our passionate love…we will seal it with a kiss, trading one passion for the one of our trembling lips.

Then I would pull you up on top of me…letting you have full control of whatever pleasure your body wants…

I look down to watch, lustfully, as your wet pussy lips open up for me…gently tracing and coating my hard veined shaft with soaking juices that are sensually squirting with desire to saturate me…

I feel your warm walls surround me…

Grasping hold of some good loving dick…

As you start to pump with a force…yet to reckoned with…

Our bodies indulged in a lovers game of sweet sensual sweat…

watching you purse your full lips will give birth to waves of pleasure through out our bodies…to only intensify…as this petite, wonderful woman with the beautiful face… wants me to take her…filling her vagina up with part of me…to the point where she feels full, complete and realizing that she has allowed this man to sexually possess her…The only sounds to fill the room will be us…as we’re locked in lust…

My soul’s adoration for you…(yes, you…you one sexy, provocative woman…) breaking like some rogue ocean wave, washing over us… rocking the two of us in joint sublime pleasure…so that we get lost in…

in each ether’s embrace. I look into your eyes and see your passion, looking into the window of your soul…loving you, holding fast to you…and you bounce with me…ride with me…and show me the power of woman.

Calling my name, begging me to fuck you harder…

I rise up to suck on your nipples, gently biting each, we kiss over and over as you hold on…scratching my back…as your sexy nails are mixed with my unleashed sweat of desire…

I’m nibbling on your neck…tasting you, deeply kissing you, looking into your eyes, and telling you how good you feel, how you satisfy me. I see you rise up to look and I withdraw my cock, placing him on your tiny belly for you to admire, He reaches almost to your navel. You touch him and run your fingers over him… and you encourage me to return him to your craven of intense beauty. Your lips invite him back, he parts the bush and you shudder in delight once more…

Your breathing intensifies…telling me that you’re ready to cum…

You beg and scream with desire for me…to fill you up with my hot white cream to mix with your drenching pussy juice…

My heart beats faster…

As you rock out of control…

Yeah!…I’m cumming now…as you’ll feel the rush of my cream pumping deeply into you…

We’ll collapse against each other…trembling out of control…

Covered in a lovers sweat…

Yes, I know that we have “feelings” flowing between us, but just for this moment…you must know that I “lust” for you…

But as I open up my eyes…I just had to let you know…that…

I Often Find Myself Fantasizing About You!

That first day, all those months ago and right now,

I find myself fantasizing about you.

You are woman. My sexy friend and very feminine woman.

A joy to behold. Still, I know. A greater joy to hold.