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The Mad Midsummer

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The Mad Midsummer

“… to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.”

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Act 3 Scene1

Tania was having a very bad case of the Mondays early on a Wednesday. Running (or rather wobbling along in absurd kitten-heeled shoes) late for work that morning she had snagged her leg on something getting on the bus and now there was a ghastly run in her far-too-expensive-for-her-pay-grade 20 denier stocking. She was sat behind her desk with her skirt pulled up to her thigh so she could inspect the damage and tried to pull and turn the run to a less conspicuous spot and get on with her day, when she heard a low wolf whistle. Startled, she bolted up and pulled her skirt down over her knee. She saw the smug smiling face of Nicholas Bottomley, one of the agency’s top account managers, and a well known rake and lothario. Her face burned with embarrassment that he of all people had caught her in such a compromising position. She steeled herself for his crude and usually unhumourous remarks.

“Hey there Tits,” he smirked glancing again at her leg. She moved her chair so that her legs were tucked and hidden under her desk. She hated that nickname he alone dared to use with her, contracting her given name erroneously to emphasize her physical attributes.

“What do you want?” she glowered at him.

Nick slid a precariously high pile of files away from a corner of her neat and orderly desk and sat himself down.

“Is the Big O in?” he asked and waggled his eyebrows at her.

Tania scoffed. “No,” she replied curtly.

“Do you know when he’ll be in?” Nick asked leaning forward with more casual familiarity than she liked.

“No,” she lied.

“Oh that’s bullshit Tits,” he laughed. “That man doesn’t so much as take a shit that you don’t know exactly when, where and how much.”

Tania pursed her lips and arched an eyebrow, staring at him levelly. His sense of humour was disgusting but he was right, though she would never let him know that. She had been Mr. O’s personal secretary for close to 20 years now and she knew more about his work habits, personal life, moods and proclivities than his own wife; first, second or current. She kept his agenda and his life beyond the office running smoothly. Nick, in his own crude way, knew this and seemed to respect it, though she doubted he respected her.

“You,” she hissed at him through clenched teeth, “are an ass.”

“Pardon?” Nick’s hand flew to his chest in a mock clutching-at-pearls gesture. “I’m a…what?”

“You,” Tania repeated louder, her face heating again, “are an ASS!” Tania was not used to using foul language in the office, but something about Nick brought out the worst in her.

Nick picked up the small mic of the dictaphone on her desk. “Let the record show that I am an ass. Capital a, capital s, capital s. Period. Duly noted.”

Just then Mr. O entered and, barely looking askance at Tania, clapped Nick on the back convivially. “Nick! Wasn’t expecting you until this afternoon. Stop tormenting Tania and come on in.”

Mr.O shed his trenchcoat and handed it to Tania, now standing with a mixture of shock, embarrassment and regret on her face. She realized she was ultimately powerless in this world, a man’s world as the song goes. She knew she couldn’t complain about how Nick spoke to her and leered at her; if anyone would lose their job in that situation it was very likely her. Secretaries were easily, and eagerly, replaceable.

“Hey boss, Tania here says I’m an ass.” Nick quipped as he slid off her desk and followed O into his spacious office. His tone wasn’t accusatory, it was more self-mockery.

O paused in the doorway, glanced at his secretary then glanced back at Nick. “Well,” he said dryly, “You are.” Then he shut the door behind him. Tania could hear through the door both men laughing as she hung up her employer’s coat and she let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. The door flew open again and Tania startled. O poked out his head. “Tania be a love and grab me a coffee, you know how I like it. Nick, you want anything?” he turned to ask.

“I’ll take whatever she’s giving you.” Nick quipped. Tania could practically hear the smirk. The double entendre of his reply was not lost on her. She knew it was a long-standing unfounded rumour at the agency that she and O were sleeping together or had at some point been intimate. Admittedly there was a time early in her tenure as his secretary and when she was much younger that she was besotted with him, and a brief period when she dressed provocatively, invitingly. But absolutely nothing had happened.

She glared at Nick and gave her boss a tight-lipped smile. “Right away, sir” she said and turned on her kitten heel toward the hallway leading to the breakroom.

Entering the kitchenette Tania saw the four junior secretaries of the VP,CEO and COO huddled together at the table, whispering. Escort They were her juniors in age, experience and maturity but sometimes she longed to be a part of their easy girlish comraderie. Tania gave them a curt nod and half smile in greeting and proceeded to make the coffees. After a tittering of giggles behind her back, one of the secretaries piped up.

“How goes the planning for the Summer Party, Tania? Did you need us to help with anything?” Miss Webb chirped.

“Yes, we are willing and able to help in any way,” Miss Bloom breathed in her best Marilyn Monroe impersonation and the remaining two nodded their coiffed heads enthusiastically in agreement.

For a brief moment Tania considered taking them up on the offer, but thought better of it. She knew these girls each had a crush on Mr. O and would do anything to get as close to him as she herself was. She imagined all the heaving bosoms and fluttering fake eyelashes once they were actually at the party, much less getting them close to him at the office in the days beforehand. On top of everything else wrangling four flirting girls away from her boss was not something even close to her idea of help.

“Thank you ladies, but no. Besides, everything is already done and set. But if you’d like to come early the day of and help with setting up or clean up, you’re more than welcome.” Tania smiled knowing full well this was not the kind of involvement in the event these four were interested in.

Every year in the middle of summer Mr. O hosted an annual employee appreciation party at his summer “cottage”, a sprawling mansion with swimming pools and tennis courts tucked in the woods in the Catskills. Tania had begun secretly calling it the Great Debauch a few years ago after some unseemly incidents. She was always tasked with the planning and organizing, as Mr. O and his newish wife were not much for logistics. Which reminded her, she still had to finalize the luncheon menu with the caterers and get the details to the printer. She would have to do that during her lunchbreak.

Tania wondered, as she walked back to O’s office with the cooling coffees, when did she become such a boring drudge and prude? Only a few years ago a younger Tania, a junior herself, would have tittered good-humouredly at the gossip and sly innuendos or sloppy attempts of flirtation both at the office and the annual party. What had changed in her besides just getting a bit older? Well, admittedly, more than a bit older.

After gently knocking on Mr. O’s door she let herself in to deliver the beverages. She handed the mug to Nick swiftly and with no eye contact. Leaning slightly over Mr. O’s large desk to deposit the mug in front of him, she could sense Nick admiring her backside from his seat opposite the big mahogany desk, confirmed when he said:

“Now if only I had Tania to bring me my coffee every morning…in bed!” and brayed his frathouse boy laugh. Tania blushed furiously. Mr. O merely chuckled and gently chided Nick, like he was a schoolmaster and Nick his favourite misbehaving pupil.

Tania quickly left the office and tried to compose herself at her desk. The nerve of that man! she thought, that boorish, fat-headed… ass! The only thing that kept her from upending the coffee cup over his head was the fact that she desperately needed this job. Like a litany, she reminded herself how much she needed this job and continued to work, soon forgetting the incident.

An hour or so later Nick emerged from Mr. O’s office. Passing Tania’s desk, he paused. She was on the phone with the printer discussing the things she needed for the party: menus, placards, signage, etc. She looked up at Nick and placed a hand over the phone’s mouthpiece.

“Yes?” she asked pointedly, thinking he had some instruction or request to make after his meeting.

Nick smiled a toothy lascivious grin and winked at her. “See ya at the party,” he said and walked out.

Tania harrumphed and continued her discussion with the printer. Unbloodylikely, she thought to herself. She would be far too busy at the party ensuring everything was going smoothly to be bumping into him again.

Before long it was the day of the Great Debauch. By the time the guests started arriving Tania was already exhausted. Taking care of last minute details, she had been at the estate grounds since 6:30 that morning. She wished she could just slip away and take a nap while everyone else ate and drank themselves silly, but she felt she had to supervise, or rather babysit, to be sure people didn’t get up to their usual trouble. She wanted no repeat of some of the antics that took place in previous years. Stumbling upon couples coupling in the sparse forest surrounding the house, or getting complaints from neighbours about indecency, was not something Tania wanted to deal with this year. Fun is fun, she thought to herself as she reminded the bartenders to stop serving anyone who seemed already drunk, but there had to be limits.

Upon Escort Bayan her third walk through the crowd she noticed Mr. O make his way up to the stage where the band was finishing their version of the Choo-Choo Cha Cha. Time for his speech, she thought, a little early but that was okay. He improvised a bit away from the script she had prepared for him, but she wasn’t worried, he was a good speaker, so she was only half listening to him.

“Now if we can get Tania up here,” she heard him say and she realized he had gestured toward her. People around her started applauding and clearing a path for her toward the stage. Oh no, she thought, oh no nonono…but up she went reluctantly.

Once she reached the stage Mr. O put his warm hand on her lower back and drew her closer to him and the microphone, adding new fuel to that rumour, she thought to herself.

“I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you’ve done not just today, but every day. So a toast…” Mr. O looked to Parker from Legal standing closest to the bar and gestured. “Parker give Tania a drink. Can’t have a toast without one!” he laughed. Tania was about to protest but the drink was soon thrust into her hand before she could make up an excuse. Oh well, she thought, one drink won’t hurt.

“To Tania,” Mr. O announced, “the best little secretary Oberon, Ketchum and Tate has ever had!” Everyone cheered and drank and so did Tania, sipping politely. Mr. O was obviously already a bit drunk as his hand slipped from the small of Tania’s back to the rounded curve of her bottom. Her eyes flashed wide open in surprise and it was just at that moment she spotted Nick in the crowd, giving her a knowing smirk, a wave of his hand, and a wink.

Flustered, Tania gulped down the rest of her drink and handed the empty glass back to Parker who also had a knowing smile on his lips. Damn, she though, biggest gossip in the office he clearly saw Mr. O’s hand on her ass and it would be all over the office by Monday. She gracefully extricated herself and made her way off the stage and down the stairs, suddenly a bit dizzy and her legs going a little wobbly. Sunstroke, she told herself, and plain exhaustion. She excused herself from the well-wishers and made her way toward the house. She just needed to lay down for a bit.

Finding a quiet empty guest bedroom she lay down on the chaise for a short nap. She felt languid and lethargic but not unpleasantly so. A short while later she woke to singing. Someone just beyond the door, a man, was singing. It sounded lovely and whistful, a low baritone with just a hint of seductive malintent. He was singing Cole Porter’s “Let’s Do It”:

“Some Argentines without means do it

People say in Boston even beans do it

Let’s do it

Let’s fall in love….”

Tania ran to the door and threw it open, insanely curious. In the hallway stood Nick Bottomley in small tight red swim shorts and a towel draped carelessly over one bare and hairy shoulder. Tania gaped at him. She had never imagined him naked nor ever wondered what he looked like under his Brooks Brothers suits, and yet here he was and he looked… surprisingly good. He was average height, their eyes meeting level since she wasn’t wearing heels, with a trim but compactly muscular body, powerful-looking arms and legs covered in dark downy hair. She felt herself blush when her survey landed on his groin and she realized his rather prodigious endowment was straining against the polyester of the red swim shorts.

She parted her lips with the tip of her tongue and silently invited him back into the room with her with slow blinking heavy-lidded eyes. How had she never noticed how masculine Nick was? She took a tentative step back into the bedroom, holding the door ajar. Nick glanced back and forth down both ends of the hallway, and, satisfied no one saw him, stepped inside the bedroom with her, gently closing the door behind him.

The late afternoon sun coming through the window set small amber flames dancing through her brown hair, strands tumbled loose in her sleep from the normally tight chignon she always wore clung to her neck. Nick stepped closer to her and raised a hand to the back of her head, pulling and releasing the rest of her hair, falling in deep chocolate waves on her shoulders.

“Fuck,” he breathed, awestruck. “Fuck me, you are so fucking beautiful!” Despite the swearing, it was perhaps the nicest thing he had ever said to her. Tania smiled. She had never been called beautiful and certainly never heard it said with so much bare awe and passion.

Emboldened by his compliment, she tilted her head at him and took a step toward him, slid her hand between the fabric at the waistband of his swim shorts and the warm downy skin of his abdomen, and cupped his hard cock. It pulsed and twitched in her hand. Groaning, he bent to slide the shorts down his legs and off. Tossing shorts and beach towel to the floor, he grasped her by the shoulders and Bayan Escort kissed her mouth. A long slow exploratory kiss punctuated with nips and teasing bites of her full lips that no doubt would leave bruises. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair, gently but insistently, wanting to draw more of her to his mouth. She wrapped her hands and arms around his thick neck and shoulders, caressing the skin and skimming the fur there with her fingertips. She felt the insistent press of his cock against her thigh through the filmy fabric of her summer dress. She moaned softly.

With a groan he gently pushed her backwards onto the bed, climbing up on after her, tangled up in the eiderdown. Gentleness gave way to desperate urgency as he pushed and shoved at her clothes trying to gain access. She heard some seam tear but cared very little. Yes, she thought, rip it off, tear everything to shreds. But he was more careful and with her help managed to remove the rest of her clothing. He stepped off the bed and backed a bit away, admiring her, appreciating her body in the fading afternoon light. Self-conscious, she blushed and tried to cover her body, or at least the parts she didn’t like and didn’t want him to inspect so closely. She wanted to hide, suddenly embarrassed.

He gently slapped her hands away. “Don’t. Let me look”, he whispered. “You have no idea how many times I imagined you naked like this. But this is better than anything I could ever have imagined. You’re amazing.”

What kind of man loves like this? She wondered to herself. For once, Tania was at a loss for words. I think I love you, she thought. It was illogical but quite true. Wait, had she said that out loud?

Nick chuckled hoarsely as he kissed her neck and shoulders. “Love and logic have very little to do with it, babe.” He smiled at her warmly, before sliding himself between her legs, his face mere inches from her moist heat. Curling his hands around each thigh he pulled her down onto his mouth, his tongue easing open her folds to lap and lick at her, occasionally thrusting deep, returning to draw whorls on her clitoris. Tania, moaning and shuddering, legs trembling, raked her fingers through his hair. She was so close, she could feel the thundering pulse rolling in her belly, but Nick stopped suddenly and raised his head.

“No, no please, don’t stop!” she panted, raising her hips to him.

“Say it, babe. Tell me what you really want.” He breathed heavily, holding her thighs firmly apart, perspiration doting his forehead and his mouth still wet from her. “Say it,” he repeated, firmly, menacingly.

Tania drew a ragged breath. It was an effort to say what she knew he wanted to hear. She had never said it aloud, she wasn’t that kind of woman, relying on whomever she was with to just get it and get it done without much input or direction from her. What did she want?

Sensing her creeping self-doubt, Nick pressed his thumb to her swollen clitoris and rubbed slow lazy circles around it. At his maddening touch she jerked her head back into the bed and practically screamed: “Fuck me! Oh, god, please please please! Slide your cock into me and fuck me!” The tendons in her neck strained cord-like against her skin, the muscles in her thighs shook, she clenched her fists and her nails dug into the coverlette, tearing the fabic.

Nick smiled broadly. “Yes ma’am” he said just before easing into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, her teeth pressed into his shoulder to try and still her shuddering. His hands slid up her back and over her shoulders and he pulled her down onto him, thrusting into her even deeper. When Nick felt her climaxing he whispered in her ear: “Look at me. Look at me I want to see your face.” Tania stared into his eyes, whimpering and biting her lip, her body shaking against him. “So beautiful,” he whispered, “so fucking beautiful.” A moment later he too climaxed, moaning against her flushed shoulder. As their breathing slowed Tania raked her fingers into his thick hair, sighed contentedly and fell alseep.

Tania awoke, alone, a few hours later; it was at least 8 pm she estimated. She lay a few minutes wondering if it was all just a dream. Admittedly, a wonderful amazing dream. She dressed quickly and pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, straightened up the bed and left the room. Stopping at a mirror in the hallway she wiped as best she could at the smeared lipstick and mascara on her face, and made her way, hopefully unnoticed, downstairs. She would quietly call a cab from the phone in the kitchen and slip out by the staff entrance. At least that was her plan. Just before turning into the kitchen Mr. O spotted her.

“Tania! I’m so glad you’re still here! I was worried about you, someone told me you weren’t feeling well and had come into the house I assume to lay down.” Mr. O gently touched her shoulder. “Are you feeling better? I must apologize, it seems you were slipped a, how do they call it? a Mickey? Parker admitted to me he had put something in your drink. I admit I wanted you to relax and have fun today but he misunderstood me. Please forgive me. I’m firing Parker Monday morning!” Mr. O was rambling, she had never seen him so upset.

Butterflies

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I am the Mistress. I am also a cross dresser and I love to help new girls, but you knew that. You emailed me and asked for my help. You made an appointment and now you are here. You walk up my driveway and press the bell. You have butterflies in your tummy and your heart is racing. This is terrifying but so exciting. You have so long wanted to explore your feminine side.

I open the door and reveal myself to you for the first time. I have shoulder length blonde hair and dark brown eyes. You find me wearing a pale pink satin blouse, black pencil skirt and five inch black patent court shoes. You like my black sheer stockings? That’s very kind of you to say.

So you have finally taken the first step: you made the appointment and you were on time. Please come into the playroom. Why don’t you take off your shoes and socks. Relax a little. I don’t bite. I will be gentle with you.

You remove your shoes and then your socks. You seem a little hesitant. Oh, you painted your toenails. They are very pretty and very well done.

So now you have removed your shoes and socks why don’t you take of your shirt and trousers? It is why you came here isn’t it? You want me to help you. Very good! That’s it take those trousers off and show me your lovely smooth legs. You have such beautiful shapely soft legs. You have done really well. Now let’s lose the shirt. No, you don’t need to do a striptease for me. Let me see the rest of your body. You have shaved all over- a perfect second step. You are a good girl.

Lovely! Smooth all over. Your nipples look nice and perky. You know what comes next? That’s right, underwear off. Be naked and we will start your transformation. Now tell me your name. No, your girl name, silly! That is lovely. That is a very good choice for a good girl.

I call your girl name and you step forward. Show me your penis. No I didn’t say your penis could be hard. Please make it soft for me. I know this is difficult, but you need Escort to be mentally disciplined. I blow softly on your penis. It’s so cold today and it needs to hide away. Your penis retreats. I apply a ring around your balls and then guide the pink chastity cage over your penis. It withdraws further in an attempt at escape, but it’s okay I will keep it safe. The fittings line up. Are you ready for me to lock you? You are? You are a good girl. I insert the lock and click: your penis is secured. It now belongs to me. The key? You won’t need it, I will let you out so we can clean you later and then we will lock it away again.

It’s so much better now that your penis is locked away. Turn around for me and bend over. You know this has to happen. Don’t worry it’s only a small plug. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. Good girls need to be plugged. We need to train your hole and it will help you to concentrate on something other than your locked penis. Tell me that you want this. You need it? Oh, baby you are a dream. I snap on the latex glove, apply lube and explore your tight little hole. I know it feels good. Now just relax while I stretch you just a little. I take the small steel plug with the pink jewel and slowly guide it into your hole. You need to submit to the plug. Please don’t fight it. Nearly there, just a little more and pop: it’s in. It feels nice nestled between your bum cheeks.

Now for panties, choose your favourite colour: black, white, pink, peach, red, pale blue or may be lilac. You like those ones. Put them on and see how they feel. They feel silky soft against your skin.

You like looking at my breasts, let’s give you some to match. I add a little glue to the breast forms and attach them to your chest. Don’t worry baby no-one will know our little secret. Now the bra to match your panties- let me help you with the clasp. You look adorable. This is the matching corset to help you with your figure training. Let me pull the Escort Bayan laces and tighten the corset so we can squeeze your waist down a couple of inches. No pain no gain sweetheart.

Now for stockings- I think nude glossy sheer stockings with lacy tops. Sit on the bed. Gently now glide them up your legs and attach the suspenders from your corset. Stand and complete the suspenders. Now run your hands over your legs. It feels so good to be a girl, doesn’t it. You wonder why you hadn’t tried this before.

Now sit down a second and we will slip your dainty feet into these patent shiny four inch stiletto Mary Jane shoes. You’ve never worn heels this high before? Please don’t fuss: you just need to take little steps. I will teach you to walk gracefully. I guide white shiny leather traps around your ankle and beneath the shoe. I insert a small padlock to secure it. These will ensure your shoes don’t fall off while you are being trained. Well of course you need one on the other ankle. I will take care of you. Don’t scowl- it’s not lady like. Now smile nicely.

I can feel you trembling. You don’t need to be frightened baby. I kiss your forehead. I collect another set of white shiny leather straps. These are for your wrists honey so they match your pretty ankles. Of course they need locks too. It all has to match. There, doesn’t that feel nice and tight? See I told you would like it.

I slip the satin petticoat over your head and feed your arms through. It’s just long enough to touch your stocking tops. A second petticoat follows that will force your skirt out like a ballerina. You look very cute and are all ready for your dress.

Now the dress, it’s a mass of satin, lace and ribbons. Yes it matches your pretty panties. I draw the zip along your spine, it envelopes your lovely breasts. It is short enough so everyone can see your sweet stocking tops. I lock your collar and waist. Now for the matching apron: I tie it in a large Bayan Escort bow. You are looking adorable sweetie.

Let’s enhance your feminine looks: a primer, a little foundation, concealer and blush. You like the feel of the brush on your face. Now eye shadow, eye liner and mascara: flutter those lashes! Let’s tidy your eye brows. You look great. Now let’s paint your lips. Take a look in the mirror, aren’t you cute? You don’t recognise yourself? This is the new you. I paint your nails. Lovely pink shiny finger nails.

Now a matching collar, white patent leather with a locking buckle wraps around your neck. You are nearly complete my princess. We don’t want it too tight, but you need to know it’s there. This is your training collar and a symbol of your submission. That’s it you are now my sissy slave.

Now what colour hair would you like: blonde, brunette, red or pink? Do you prefer a short bob or long flowing curls? No hurry, why don’t you think about it for a minute. You have decided. You want that colour for your hair. Okay, let’s complete your transformation. Stand there and commit the image to your memory. I spray a little perfume to your body. You like that scent?

Now let’s see you walk. No, no, no! You are not stomping at a football match: you are a delicate little flower, now start acting like the girl you want to be. That’s better, practise makes perfect and remember little steps. Imagine yourself on a catwalk with hundreds of people watching you. Show me what a good girl you are.

Now come here, curtsy, then kneel and kiss my heels. That was quite good for your first attempt. We will work on that so you can be more graceful.

Now there is laundry to be done, the dishes need washing, dusting, hoovering and the bathrooms need cleaning. Now be a good girl and snap to it, or I will have to warm your bottom with my paddle. If you complain I will have to gag you. Nothing is for free, you need to learn how to complete chores in a delicate manner. Now hurry, I don’t have all day. Yes, I am sure that even if you are a good girl you will earn some punishments.

I sit and observe as my latest test subject begins the journey to being a perfect sissy.

The new neighbour annex

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The new neighbour annexAn Annex to The New NeighbourThis contains fetish subject matter and may not appeal to all.Please read The New Neighbour for background.Susan was lying on top of me on the couch, naked after we had enjoyed some oral sex. We began to discuss things we had seen on each other’s profiles. She brought up the fetish material she had seen on mine.“Ah yes, well about the fetish, I hope that doesn’t bother you, kind of weird I know, I can delete it”She leaned down and whispered in my ear “don’t you fucking dare, it’s kinky but kind of makes me horny too and I need to go.” As my cock pulsed against her she grinned “I’m full and really, really need to go.”Feeling my cock twitch she pushed her pussy down on me, opening her legs and allowing my cock to grow between them. I could feel her wet lips on my cock; from arousal or was she leaking?I stood up; taking her by the hand I led her upstairs to the bathroom and turned to leave.She called out “well do you want to watch or not?”“Are you sure?”“Not really, but well it’s making me horny and wet and I want to see what it’s like to piss with someone watching”“Ok then, just do what you normally do but sit back a little further and spread your legs more.” Susan squatted and did as I’d asked. I had a lovely view between her legs, her partially open pussy glistened but nothing happened.I asked if it would help if I went first. She nodded, so I stepped towards her and pointed my cock into the bowl.She sheepishly asked if she could hold it while I pissed.“Ok, roll back the foreskin and hold it just behind the head, not too tightly and point where you want it to go.” She giggled and took hold of my half hard cock; I was ready and began to piss. At first she just pointed it down but then surprised me by pointing me at her now open pussy, as my hot piss hit her own piss hole she began to squirt out piss herself. A glorious stream cascaded from her.“Oh fuck, that is so naughty and hot!” she exclaimed. “Quick bend down so I can piss all over your cock.” I’d seen pics of this but never done it myself. As my cock head entered her stream it raised to a full erection. I was out of piss but Susan still had more. Then as her piss Escort slowed to a dribble she slid forward, leaned back more and begged me to shove my cock in her horny hole. It was awkward but oh the feeling of my cock slowly sliding into her tunnel was like sliding into warm butter, slippery, wet and so hot. She was snug and it felt like I was pushing her inner walls aside as I went further. At some point I stopped and simply enjoyed the feeling of my cock in her pussy.She smirked at me and said “I know you can feel me all around you, it feels good to me too. I’ve never fucked on a toilet before, it’s a bit uncomfortable but I loved the piss play.”I slid out of her, helped her stand and turn around facing the sink. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, spreading her legs and bending over. Her wet hairy pussy was presented open and ready. I stood behind her running my cock along her quim. Teasing her lips and sliding over her clit before aligning myself and slowly sliding into her slippery tunnel. Taking hold of her hips I found a steady rhythm, in and out, watching her lips flare around my cock on the out and then flatten as I pushed in. My cock was soon wet with her natural secretions making for a very stimulating visual. She began to push back at me letting me know she wanted more. In response I increased the speed of my thrusts, long and hard then short quick bursts, trying to find which pleased her more. As our rhythm got faster her tits were swaying and her buttocks rippling as I bumped into her.I took one hand from her hip and reached for a nipple, tweaking it, then the other.Looking back at me she said “I’m going to cum, keep fucking just like that, pinch my tit and nipple”“I’m close too, almost there.” Our pace quickened just a little driving us both to the edge, I felt it first and drove hard into her as I released my sperm. My hard thrust into her drove her over the edge too. Once we came down from our orgasm highs my cock slowly slipped out followed by our combined cum. She took a cloth and wiped her pussy. “hmm the advantage of bathroom fucking” she said.She then asked “how did you know I like it from behind? But not in my ass?”“First, I thought Escort Bayan you would let me know if you didn’t like it that way and secondly I don’t do asses. My cock only belongs in a pussy down there.” She hugged me and let me know she felt the same way.We went back downstairs to talk about our new experience. Watching a woman pee was something I had always been interested in. Susan admitted she was wary at first but was now more than interested and hoped we would have more opportunities.On another occasion as we snuggled naked on the couch, I asked about a fetish I had seen on her profile. And one I wasn’t sure I would be able to help her with. She liked to be spanked! I had always been taught it was wrong to hit a woman under any circumstances.“Susan I’m not sure I could spank you, it’s so wrong to strike a woman.”She looked at me seriously “I appreciate your hesitation and admire your take on v******e towards women. But in this instance it wouldn’t be striking, hitting or abusing. It would be done with affection to enhance my pleasure. I can assure you I’ve never been hit or abused. But even the thought of being spanked makes me horny.” With a wicked grin she added, “I like being tied up and ravaged, in a good way, too.”I was blown away by this revelation. I was also determined to see how this would work out between us, just like she had done with my pee fetish. Hopefully with the same result!“Putting that aside for the moment, what other naughty fantasies do you have?”Susan replied “We both share the exhibitionist / voyeur and have certainly enjoyed that. I’m looking forward to the nude camping. Maybe a nude beach too, you know to be completely nude in a public place.”She rolled on top of me, letting her nipples drag across my chest, her bush tickling my partially aroused cock. “I really am a naughty girl, thinking of letting all those people see my tits and pussy. Should I spread my legs like this?” She spread her legs either side of me, pushing her pussy down on my now erect cock.I pulled Susan up a little until my cock was nestled between her legs and brushing against her wet pussy lips.“I can feel how turned on you are, you feel so wet Bayan Escort and slippery against my cock”“Ha, and who has his hard cock pressed against my delicate pussy?” At which she adjusted herself and pushed down, “oh yes mmm” she mumbled as my cock barely entered.“Fuck Susan, your pussy feels so damn good” as I hunched up into her. We lay there, our bodies locked together, savoring the intimate moment.Susan ground her pussy against me as she said “I’m such a naughty girl, my pussy is so wet thinking of all those cocks, tits and pussies, such a naughty girl I am. I need to be spanked, please spank me.”The angle was awkward but I managed to turn and swat at her bum. Surprised it felt good I did it again, and again. At each swat she grunted and ground even more on my cock.“Yes spank your naughty girl, she needs it. Fuck that’s good, oh I’m so horny, spank me, spank me! Make me cum, oh fuck please make me cum”Susan had a rhythm going now so I let her lay on me and ride my cock, spanking her gorgeous bottom, urging her on to orgasm. With that velvet glove of a pussy caressing my cock I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.Taking a chance I reached between us, found her clit and gave it a pinch. Susan exploded.“Oh fuck you bastard! Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!” My cock driven by her crescendo erupted into her. After she came down she slapped me and growled “that’s cheating you naughty man.” Then she kissed me hard. “But you can do it again.”As we cuddled I confessed I’d actually enjoyed spanking her and hoped I hadn’t overdone it. Susan reassured me it was perfect but now her bottom needed kissing better. I looked down and sure enough it was a little red.I slipped from under her and with her lying on the couch began the pleasurable task of kissing her bum better. Such a delectable derriere it was too. I had her rise up a little so I could kiss her clit and make it feel better too.Kissing led to licking and sucking not only her clit but her lips and entire cunt. Encouraged by the moans and pleasurable sounds from Susan I delved into her honey hole seeking the nectar of our combined juices. Several minutes later her body shuddered, followed by a contented sigh.I joined Susan on the couch; our bodies entwined we drifted off to sleep. Sometime later we woke and stumbled upstairs to a warmer and much more comfortable bed.This is a work of fiction and belongs to the author Naughtyandy4uThe pictures were found on here.

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The Girl Next Store

Part one

Chapter one:

I am not sure when it happened, but somewhere over the years my wife and I fell out of love. Why she even stayed with me, I am not sure. She had been having sex with other men. I mean I could not prove it, but it was a suspicion. When I say we fell out of love, that is inaccurate. I still loved her and put up with her cheating because I was afraid to be alone. We had been married for sixteen years. Every day was much the same, but though I can‛t say I was happy, I was not exactly unhappy.

She grew up next to my house. I did not know her, I barely even knew of her. The neighbors, the Swansons, were a strange pair. But I learned how out of the normal her family was. Their daughter‛s name was Aubry. She was eighteen when she graduated high school and went off to college. I never thought much about it until the following January. Suddenly Aubry was home. I saw her in the big bay window of her house. I still didn‛t think much about her.

One day I was in my front yard. One of the few hobbies I enjoyed was working on my yard, and I was very proud of it. Aubry came out of her front door and sat on the porch swing. The swing in front of her house. She looked my way, but I did not think much about it. Then she stood up and walked across her yard to me. She reached out her hand, “Mr. Lawsiter, right?”

I smiled at her and reached out and took her hand, “Yep, that‛s me. You are Aubry, right?” I had a thousand questions, but I kept them to myself. I did not want to scare this young woman off. “What‛s up, young lady?” I had no idea why she had walked over to me. I just wanted to be friendly.

She looked down at her hands. There was something off about her behavior. The way she was slow to answer, and a look in her eyes. I let her gather herself and finally, she responded. “Oh, I don‛t know…” She shuffled her feet, not making eye contact. I thought she was shy. We talked for perhaps a half hour about everyday things. After that time I had to go back inside my house. I excused myself and she smiled, “Oh, sure. It was nice talking to you Mr. Lawsiter.”

“You too, young lady.” She went back to her house and I honestly did not think more about our chance, or what I thought was a chance, conversation.

I work from home. A job some people call a day trader. I just started calling myself that guy who never sleeps. But, in the last few years, I had been so successful, that I did not have to work as much. My wife Darlene, on the other hand, seemed to work more and more. The truth is I knew she was having affairs, but I still loved her, and I was comfortable with our life.

A couple of days later I went outside to get the mail. There she was sitting on the porch. She waved at me and walked my way once again. She had a huge smile on her face as she came up to me and I noticed something else about her. She had dressed a bit provocatively. Aubry stands about five feet seven inches tall to my six feet. My wife Darlene is an inch shorter than the young beauty. She had long dark hair, midway down her back. She has distinctive features including a round, beautiful face. The young beauty has full, provocative lips. Thick but not overly so. Aubry has a sexy nose with just a small curve upward at the tip. She has light, almost opaque blue eyes with thick and beautiful lashes. But, if I am honest, it is her body that I always notice. She wears a D-cup bra underneath those beauties a flat, muscular stomach. Aubry has long legs that end in a perfect heart-shaped ass. It just seems that the young woman oozes sensuality. She oozes sex, and can not help it.

Yes, I noticed her beauty. But I was a married man so I never did anything to act on it. I mean, me, Daniel Lawsiter, a man in my late thirties. Not bad looking, but not the kind of man that attracts women. A few pounds overweight, plain features with plain brown hair. My build? I was out of shape from sitting at a desk in my home office for from six to ten hours a day.

But she kept coming over, finding reasons to converse with me. I found myself looking forward to those conversations. My wife worked long hours and the attention from the young woman was good for my ego. About three weeks into our daily conversations, she asked me to sit on the porch with her. It was a cool day, clear, but I decided to sit with her.

This was when she opened up about her parents. She said they weren‛t exactly hippies, but they were very laid back and completely out of her life. I could see that it made her sad, but I did not pry. It was at this same time that she mentioned she was going to the gym three or four days a week. Trying not to embarrass me, she asked if I wanted to come along. At thirty-eight I was not exactly in the best shape of my life. As I said I was overweight, so I took Aubry up on her offer and started that very week to go to the gym with her.

In just a few weeks I was beginning to see improvement escort in my physique. I was losing weight and feeling good. Even Darlene noticed. One evening we were together cooking dinner. It was a rare occasion. “You are looking really good, Daniel. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, I have been going to the gym with the neighbor.” I saw no reason at this point to lie.

“What neighbor?”

“That little girl next store. Aubry is her name. She got me interested so I have been going four times a week. It‛s been fun.”

“A little girl, huh? She is not so little, Daniel. I have seen her. She is quite the beauty.” My wife is also attractive. I was twenty-two, and she was twenty-one when we married. My wife is five feet six inches tall. She keeps her hair short now, but she is still very sexy. She has a long body, sexy with C-cup breasts. Her hair is blonde, but she had dyed it brown a few years after we were married and kept it that way. She still looks younger than her years, and my heart, even after all these years, still skips a beat every time I look at her.

Chapter two:

At first, before anything happened, I thought of Aubry as a young woman for whom I wanted to be a father figure. As time passed that changed. Going to the gym, and seeing her in athletic wear that showed off her beautiful body, made me start to lust after her. I know it was wrong, but she is so submissive, so shy for want of a better word, that it brought out the lust in me.

My wife was out of town visiting relatives. At this point, she had noticed the changes in me. That I was more fit, that I had lost weight. She would be gone for a week. Though she might suspect I lusted after Aubry, she never said anything. The Thursday before she left we had a conversation. I was washing the dinner dishes after a nice meal. Darlene walked up behind me and put her arms around me. “What is up with you, honey?” She had not called me honey in months, perhaps a year. “You look so good. What prompted you to take such good care of yourself?”

“I don’t know. Middle-age angst I guess. I started to worry about myself. You know. I mean you always look good Darlene.”

“Well, I have a gym at the office. I ride the stationary bike at least three times a week. I am glad you are taking better care of yourself.” She hugged me tight. I turned around and we kissed passionately. A kiss I had not shared with her in months. “Interested in a bit of play, my love?” I grinned and surprised her by picking her up in my arms.

“Oh!” She said startled.

“Come on baby. Let‛s go upstairs and do some dancing in the sheets.” She wrapped her arms around me and let me carry her upstairs to our bedroom. I stood her up at the end of the bed. She was wearing her normal work clothes having just arrived from her job. I made quick work of her clothes and not for the first time, or even the five hundredth time, I admired her incredible body. “God, baby, you look so hot.”

This is where things get a bit. I guess normal is the word. I undressed as she lay back on the bed. My wife is beautiful, but at least with me, she wanted nothing more than missionary. But, once again I would try. “Why don‛t you climb on top of me, baby? Let me lie back.”

She responded, “No, honey, you know I like you on top. Come here and make love to me Daniel.” Still, my cock was at full mast. I smiled and climbed onto the bed. I thought of once again trying to eat her pussy, but she rarely let me. So, I climbed on top of her and teased her a bit with my cock. “No, darling, don‛t tease me. Please make love to me.”

My wife could not even say things like fuck me or put your cock in me. I was used to it so I slowly slid my dick into her. She pulled my mouth to hers. I kissed her, but my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking of a certain young woman. Her incredible body, the way she turned and looked at me in the gym. She loved to wear shirts that showed off her cleavage and I was constantly trying to see those luscious breasts.

I brought my mouth to my wife‛s left nipple. I bit it harder than was normal for us, but she did not complain. “Yes, honey. You feel so good, my lover. Oh, God yes, yes my love.”

I brought my mouth to hers. I kissed her, imagining that it was Aubry, my tongue separating her lips, our tongues dancing against each other. My wife is not always passionate, but this time, for some reason, she was in that kind of mood. Our mouths apart after the kiss, “My wife is in a mood. Do you want me to go a little harder, my love? A little faster?”

“Yes…, Daniel. Harder, pump me harder.” Darlene is generally quiet. Her use of any language that is not romantic is unusual for her. “Yes, like that, lover. You feel so good tonight, Daniel.”

I grinned down at her as I began to pump her harder and harder. Faster, my need building. I could feel her cum as she squeezed my cock incredibly hard, but her words did not reflect that. She grunted, and her face became squeezed escort bayan as her orgasm overtook her. I wished at the time she was more boisterous with her words. “Fuck, Darlene. I…, I am going to cum. Here…, here I go, baby. Yes, here I go!” I squirted a huge load of cum into her body. It was an amazing orgasm as my wife rarely engaged in this kind of sex with me.

We separated and rolled next to her. Catching our breaths, I expected some words of encouragement. Perhaps she would say how much she enjoyed it. Instead, she kissed me on the cheek and went to our bathroom. She cleaned up. She then came back to our bed and immediately rolled away from me. My beautiful wife was very quickly asleep.

Chapter three:

My wife left for her trip that Friday morning. I met Aubry in front once again and we went to the gym. My plan, and yes I had a plan, was to try and seduce her that very evening. We did our daily routine. Some days we would shower at the gym, but other days we went to our houses to clean up. On the drive home, “Hey, why don’t you have pizza with me tonight?”

“Uhm, I would not mind. Let me go take a shower and then I will see you later. What time, Daniel?”

“It’s early, how about six. I will order the pizza so it arrives about then. After, maybe we can watch a movie.”

“Sounds good, Daniel.”

My thoughts were simple. She had to know what I wanted. We had been going to the gym, and talking with each other, for weeks. I was sure she had often caught me looking at her in a certain way. I could not help myself, and I am sure my face turned red whenever she saw me looking at her that way.

At a quarter after five, I ordered the pizza, hoping it would arrive on time. As luck would have it the pizza did arrive just a few minutes before she came over. Promptly at six, Aubry knocked on my door. I told her that we would have pizza and then watch a movie. I expected her to wear something a bit casual. Instead, she wore a women’s strap blouse that barely covered the outside of her breasts. It sported straps down her cleavage and up around her neck. With the blouse, she also wore a pair of the tightest ankle high jeans I had ever seen. On her feet, she wore strapped three-inch heels. In a word she looked gorgeous.

I gaped. Yes, I stared at her. I stood in shock staring at the most beautiful, sexy creature, that I had ever seen this close. “Well…, invite me in. Daniel?” I was staring at her, lost in my lust for her.

“Oh, of course, sorry.” I waived her in and pointed at the couch. “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” I went to the kitchen and grabbed the pizza that Aubry told me was her preference. Next to the pizza I set some paper plates. We both dug into the pizza. As we were eating, Aubry started to go through my movie collection. I have a bunch of dvd’s, some bluerays, and even some Ultra HD movies. Among them, no, I had not forgotten, I had a few porno’s that I occasionally watched for my own entertainment. Even Darlene did not know about them.

I had them not so secretly hidden on a shelf, sideways on top of some of the dvd’s. Of course, those were the first things she gravitated towards. I watched as she pulled them from the shelf, three movies addressing different variations of sexual depravity. She looked at me, a grin on her face, “Some light entertainment?” Of course, I pretended I had left the movies there by accident. I went to grab them from her and she stepped back pulling the videos to her chest. Still, a grin on her face, she said, “So, you and your wife are into this kind of thing?”

I dropped my head, pretending to be embarrassed. “Uhm, no, Darlene is not. She is out of town and I forgot and left them on the shelf. I get, well, ya know I get a bit lonely…”

She laughed. She laughed out loud and now I was embarrassed. The look on my face must have given something away for she quickly said, “Hey, Daniel. I’m sorry.” She put the videos back where she found them. “I was just messing with you.” She walked over to me, very close, and looked into my eyes. She then moved around me and sat on the couch. “So, why don’t you decide? Choose a movie, Daniel.” I smiled back at her. I acted nervous but in truth, I was just horny. I decided on one of my favorites, a movie I had seen a thousand times, so I would not have to concentrate. We sat down to watch the movie, my mind on nothing but her body. We were separated by a couple of feet on the couch. “Hey, Daniel, I really was kidding.”

As she said this she moved closer to me. So close that I felt the warmth of her body. It was then I decided to make what I thought would be an unsuccessful attempt at getting into this beautiful young woman’s pants. “May I ask you something, Aubry?”

She looked at me, reached for the remote on the coffee table, and paused the movie. “What’s on your mind, Daniel?”

“Well, what do you think of me? I mean, on a personal level.” I looked at her anticipating that she would hedge, that bayan escort she would have a difficult time answering. “Hey, it’s not that complicated a question, Aubry.”

She looked at me with those liquid sexy eyes. “I think…, well I think you are a very sexy man.” She then dropped her eyes down to her lap. “I…, I’m sorry. You are married and all. I should not have said that.”

That’s when I pulled her into my arms. I brought my mouth to hers and began to kiss her. She reciprocated, our tongues dancing with each other. She leaned into me, and I squeezed her body to mine. I whispered into her ear, “I want you. You have to know I want you.”

She broke our kiss, moved away further down the couch, and said, “I…, there are some things you need to know about me.” She could not make eye contact at this point. “I mean I am damaged goods.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Aubry?”

“Well, to start with my parents aren’t my real parents. They adopted me as a kid.”

“So, how does that make you damaged goods?”

“Well, for one. Well, last year my adopted father, well… He started having sex with me. So, I mean, I am damaged. I have been used. A lot, Daniel.”

Now the guilt overtook me. What was I thinking trying to seduce this beautiful young woman? She put her hand on my arm and said, “No, no. Wait. Daniel, I liked it. I did, until he got sick. Now he can’t…, you know. He is in the hospital. Before you ask, yes, my adopted mom knew about us. She has not been able to have sex in years, so I have filled the void. I am sorry Daniel. I will go now.”

She started to get up and I grabbed her arm, “Aubry, stop. I should not have come on to you. You have done nothing wrong. You are not damaged goods.” I pulled her next to me. “I did not mean to hurt you, Aubry.”

Perhaps to make sure I was not upset with her, she pulled herself to me and kissed me. It was as passionate a kiss as I had ever received from my Darlene. “Daniel, you did nothing I did not want you to do. That is part of the problem.”

She looked into my eyes and I said, “What the hell do you mean, Aubry?”

“I…, god, how do I say this? I like a man in charge. I liked it when my dad…, I mean he would tell me to do things. I loved every minute of it. I miss him being in charge of me. I mean, when he took me to his bed I felt so wanted. I never felt like I was doing anything wrong. I mean, it started after my eighteenth birthday and I enjoyed it. A lot.”

Again she was looking down at her hands. Her words, the way she could not make eye contact. I should have felt like a cad, a true bastard. But, the truth was I wanted her even more. Again, I pulled her to me. I kissed her passionately and at the same time grasped the bottom of her shirt up and over her head. Her big beautiful breasts could not be contained by the bra she was wearing. “I want you baby. I am sorry, but I want you bad.”

“Just tell me what you want me to do Daniel. I am yours. Yes, Daniel, I am yours.” The clasp to her bra was in the front. I unhooked her bra and her huge, firm breasts came free. I brought my mouth to one, then the other, sucking her nipples. “God, yes Daniel.”

“I am going to fuck you, Aubry. Not make love to you. I am going to fuck you.” As I said these words she began to take off my clothes. Very quickly I was undressed. I then helped her to remove the rest of her clothes.

“How do you want me, Daniel?”

She was naked before me. Beautiful, young, her body firm and voluptuous. “Turn around baby.” She smiled and did as I asked. Standing next to the couch I reached out to her and wrapped my arms around her, grasping her tits, I kissed her neck.

“Oh, yes, Daniel. Is there something you want?” She reached back and wrapped her hands around my neck. “I feel something against my back that makes me think you do.” My only thought at this time was to get my cock inside this beautiful young woman. She could not see the grin on my face as I maneuvered her towards the couch. I put her on her hands and knees and pressed her face into the couch. Her incredible ass pointed at me I leaned over and began to lick her slit. “Oh, yes, Daniel. My d-daddy used to do that. C-Can I call you Daddy?”

I didn’t immediately answer. I climbed onto the couch behind her and placed my cock at her opening. One hand on her back, the other on my cock, I guided it into her very wet pussy. “You can call me Daddy, baby. When I am fucking you, you will call me daddy from now on.”

“Yes, daddy. You feel so good inside me.” I grasped her hips and pumped my hard dick in and out of her. “Oh, Daddy. Yes, finally you are fucking me. Fuck me good, Daddy.”

I grunted, her beauty was only half of my arousal. It was the way she wanted me. The way she wanted me to be in complete control. The way she acted obedient to me. Compliant with me. I wanted her to know how good she was. How hot, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. You turn me on so much. Do…, do you like my cock, baby?”

“God yes,” she looked back at me, her face filled with a look of lust, a look of pleasure. “Yes, daddy. You feel so good inside me. So damn good. I want you to fuck me a lot. D-do you want to fuck me a lot, Daddy?”

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Oh my goodness. I was so hungry. Mr. Cold and I decided to stop somewhere for breakfast. He wanted a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich, so I looked on Uber Eats to find one. I immediately found a delicious looking spot on 8th street and only ten minutes from where we were.

Today, I’m wearing a jumpsuit with spaghetti straps. My 34Gs are sitting up nicely in my strapless bra. Not too much cleavage, but sexy. No underwear. I try to leave those off as much as possible. I love it because the jumpsuit is almost satin… it feels like heaven against my pussy lips.

Mr. Cold goes in to check on our order, but he comes out quickly to tell me they don’t have the order. I’m shocked and he is pissed. I can tell. His jaw is tight. I love licking that jaw and his milk chocolate skin. Though I’d rather sit in the car and think of all the ways I’m going to fuck him, I follow him back into the store front to help him figure things out. Long story short… we ended up back in the car looking for another restaurant.

We order the new food. Confirm it the order is accepted. Then we realize the location of the new restaurant is the same as our current location. We escort have 20 minutes to sit here and wait.

I forgot to tell you… before I went into the restaurant, I spilled my bottle of water on the passenger seat. The seat was soaked, so when we got back in, I had to sit in the back.

From the backseat, I told Mr. Cold to come join me. He looked back at me and my facial expression let him know that I had something fun in mind.

I should explain the environment better. 8th steet is a busy, popular street in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Washington, DC. There were people walking by. There was a landscaping truck parked one foot in front of us, and a minivan 20 feet behind us. Everyone near saw Mr. Cold get in the backseat. They may have seen us from the moment we parked.

When he joined me, the first thing he did was pull out his now hard dick. I hate it that he knows I can’t resist sucking it when I see it. And I’ve been sucking his dick so much that I’m becoming what he calls “a dick eater.” He doesn’t know, but I want to get better and better at sucking what I call “my thick chocolate dick.” 8.5 inches of thick sex. I love it. And I open my throat to receive it as I bob up and down on him, sucking as I pull off.

My plan isn’t to just suck his dick though. My plan is to blow his mind, and I know just the way. Yesterday, he asked me if I could squat on his dick. Today, he’s going to get his wish.

I stop sucking his dick, so I can take off my jumpsuit. He watches it fall down my body, leaving me in just my bra. I invite him over to my escort bayan side of the backseat. At this point, I’m so happy to be a flexible yoga lover. We tuck into the back passenger side of our suv. His dick is rock hard and dripping with my spit and his precum. I plan my feet on both sides of his hips and squat down on his dick.

For me, it’s all in the face. His mouth dropped open. Those thick lips I love, especially when he’s using them to slurp up my pussy juices during his daily pussy worship time. Back to the story though. His eyes went really wide, his jaw dropped open, and he had my favorite look of ecstasy.

I braced my right hand on his thigh behind me, and my left hand on the headrest behind him. And I rode my thick chocolate dick. Squating on my lover over and over, blowing his mind.

I know he was overwhelmed because he never took my bra off. He always takes my bra off, because he loves for my breasts to bounce in his face. He loves to catch my large, used to be for breastfeeding, nipples in his mouth. But this time, all he could do was put his hands on my soft hips and hold on while I took him on a ride.

It wasn’t until I was on top and fucking that I noticed the soccer dad in the car behind us. “Babe. There is someone back there. He can probably see us.” I warn Mr. Cold, excited. “It’s the white guy who was standing next to the car earlier.”

While I ride him, Mr. Cold turns his head to see the man. Then he says something even more wild. “I know the guy in front of us saw us, too. The landscaping guy.”

I begin fucking bayan escort him harder because I’m turned on at the thought of someone watching me fuck my lover. I wish we were completely naked, so they can see his arm muscles. Usually I’m holding onto them while he’s fucking me. I wish they could see his tattoos and be turned on even more.

“Babe stop,” Mr. Cold whines. I love it when he says that. It’s not our safe word, so I know he’s still in the pleasure zone. “Why, baby?” I ask. “It’s too much. It feels too good.” Just like I thought. The only other time he asks me to stop is when I’m alternating between eating his ass and sucking his dick from behind. In those moments I have him squirming and trembling.

But we both know I have to climb off. We have food to go get. He feels me slowing down. “Baby… just a little more,” he begs. How can he be pushing all my buttons? He knows I give him anything when he begs. So I bounce some more before sliding off.

We lift his white t-shirt, so I can access his nipples. I stimulate his nipples, flicking my tongue on his hard pebbles. While I do this, I stare into his eyes and he jerks off. I see all his desire run through those eyes as he recalls what I just did to him. And it makes me so happy to see him cum hard in a space too small for his six feet body. His muscles tighten up and he shivers in pleasure, cuming all over.

Afterwards, as he walks back into the pop up restaurant, he is fixing his pants. It turns me on to imagine what the people on the street are thinking. Do they remember when he opened the backseat door to let me go in first? Did they catch a glimpse of my naked ass? Did the car rock as I fucked him hard?

Uber fucked us. But without the fuck up, we wouldn’t have had such a hot memory for our first shared car fuck experience.

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Previously: Damir is a man who was born in Bosnia. He completed bachelor’s and master’s degrees in Bosna. He was a member of the swimming team and an amateur photographer and journalist for a local student newspaper. He came to the UK legally as a recipient of the British Council grant. He stayed for three years in Manchester to complete his doctoral degree. There he met another doctoral student, an English woman called Kate. They were very different in many respects, even incompatible, but they were passionately attracted to each other. After three years of wild sex and hard work, they both received PhD, got married, and moved to London. Kate joined a large international tech company, while Damir got a postdoc position at a smaller college at London University. During the last five years, Kate and Damir gradually drifted apart. Now they live together more like friends. The erotic spark in their relationship is no longer present. Kate is against anal sex, and also not very fond of oral sex.

Zahra was born in Iran. Her family moved to the UK when Zahra was 7. She studied in London, where she met her husband Malcolm who works for the same global corporation as Kate. Her husband treats her more like a servant. Moreover, her husband is cheating on her with Damir’s wife Kate. Zahra was a virgin, when she met Malcolm and during her marriage, she never experienced good healthy loving sex. Secretly, she watches female solo clips on the Internet and masturbates. Zahra works as a kindergarten teacher.

Damir was intrigued with Zahra for more than a year. When he finally got a chance to speak with her, he discovered that she might be his ideal partner. Zahra initially asked Damir if he could be her swimming instructor. Damir found a pool suitable for one-on-one swimming sessions and prepared a detailed plan for 30 sessions, starting with the basics of holding streamline and flutter kick. Damir takes Zahra to the swimming shop and helps her choose beginner accessories. Zahra shows him her body in a swimming suit, formally asking for his opinion, but in fact, creates a moment of bond of intimacy.

Starting in Part 2, Zahra and Damir go to the swimming pool on every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon, without anyone knowing it. Before swimming, they go together for lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant, which is close to both, the kindergarten and the college. After the swimming, they frequent a Chinese restaurant where they serve dumplings.

In Part 3 Zahra and Damir chat via their secret accounts, called Shirin1177 and Farhad1177. Their secret nicknames come from a famous 1177 A.D. Persian poem. During their chats, it turns out that Damir’s wife had an ongoing affair with Zahra’s husband. After that revelation, chats between Shirin1177 and Farhad1177 became a “truth-dare” type of sexting. Zahra and Damir confess they are in love.

Damir decides he wants to live with Zahra on a 24/7 basis, so he asks his friend Senad, an artist who has a studio in the attic of an old building, but now lives in Bosna if he can use it permanently. Damir also initiated the “face the truth” meeting between all four participants and announced his solution, which he calls permanent wife-swap. There will be no official divorce. Kate and Malcolm were to be free to live in both houses, except on Saturday morning, when Zahra and Damir will use Damir’s washing machine for laundry. This agreement is reached in Part 4, after which Kate and Malcolm don’t appear anymore in Illicit Affair Series.

Starting with Part 4, Zahra asks Damir to teach her anal sex. Damir plans to accomplish this task in a similar way to his swimming lessons, who starts with the basics and a based on the small graduate process. His approach to anal sex starts with the phrase “I will wash every inch of you”, with erotic photo sessions in sensual classical lingerie, with “I will kiss every inch of you”. It turns out that Zahra also enjoys gentle spanking on her ass and symbolic cotton rope bondage. When Zahra start to enjoy rimming in various positions, Damir introduced finger penetration, combined with oral stimulation.

In the sequel, two more girls are introduced. Jill is from New Zealand, and since last year works for a large tourist agency in London, while Karolina is a Polish student and antiwar activist. Jill would like to learn how to swim like a pro. She finally managed to convince Damir to let her join his one-on-one swimming course. Karolina works as a student volunteer for an NGO whose offices are in the same building as Zahra’s and Damir’s The Atelier a.k.a. Senad’s studio. Their accidental meetings for now resulted in Zahra and Damir joining one of the antiwar marches as photographers.

The next step in anal sex is accomplished when Damir replaces his finger with a small dildo he names Amor. Damir also uses a mid-sized dildo he calls the Bouncer. Jill encourages them Escort to consider the Cook Islands as their next holiday destination. She also prepares details and a travel itinerary. Damir uses both dildos to simulate a dual penetration, whilst pleasuring Zahra orally until she comes. Zahra is very loud during sex, so several inhabitants of their building know about the passion of their encounters.

Series now progresses in day-by-day fashion. Each part consists of 6 pages in OpenOffice Writer and depicts one to four days, depending on how many interesting events happened to our protagonists in one day. Part 13, for example, covers Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, while Part 14 describes a single Thursday. Part 15 starts on Friday morning and ends on Saturday evening.

Part 15

Friday morning we woke up around 6:00. We were still a little dazed from the memories of making love yesterday. When we went down the stairs after breakfast, Ibrahim just walked in from the NGO offices.

– Is Zahra in?

– She is. I will call her…..

Karolina came into the corridor.

– Are you going to lunch with us this afternoon?

– I can’t today. I’ll be here until late afternoon. They will bring us pizzas for lunch at two o’clock. I would like to go with you on Monday because we have a lot in common. I like talking to you. I will be at college all day on Monday. I will finish around three, which is just right to arrive around 3:30 for lunch.

– Excellent. See you on Monday. Goodbye.

– I wish you successful work. Bye.

– Ciao. Looking forward.

Due to satisfaction with my private life, I was in a good mood all the time at work. It seemed to me that colleagues and students were also looking at me with unusual interest. Maybe they were guessing what could be the cause of my change. I wonder how many guessed correctly: participating in a good sex. Several women, most notably our head of the college library, were almost in the mood for flirting. They nodded at me knowingly, like they could smell a successful horny male.

I almost escaped from unwanted attention to my little office. I needed to talk to Jill.

Damir> Once I saw that you have a tablet. Can you bring it today? I have videos of your swimming. I can bring the memory card and show you my main points, about details in your freestyle and backstroke that could be improved. It would be fine if we could go through them before we start today’s session.

Jill> Thank you very much. I will bring it. See you around five o’clock.

Damir> See you. Just a session plan, for safekeeping.

Session 12

10x push off into a streamline and return to the wall

10 x 25m flutter kick on the side with snorkel

10 x 25m catchup freestyle with board

10 x 25m single-hand freestyle with snorkel

10 x 25m freestyle with snorkel

10 x 25m flutter kick on the back in a streamlined position

10 x 25m single-hand line pull backstroke

Zahra and I met on the street leading to the Vietnamese restaurant. She rushed into my embrace.

– How are you, my love?

– Every day in every aspect I’m better and better. This is a famous quote from Bosnian literature and cinema.

– So it was okay at work.

– Well, to tell the truth, I felt a little funny. I had a feeling that all, especially women, approached me with an unspoken question, why am I happier than the old me and full of energy?

– My coworkers asked me this four weeks ago. At first, they were guessing my relationship with Malcolm might be improving, but they quickly figured that it must be someone else. I just told them that I’m happy with a new man, who is also an immigrant from the East of Europe. That’s all they need to know.

– My experiences were different. Nobody asked anything, but they all looked at me like I was some exotic barbarian, who had just now miraculously come out of a long depression into a state of great agility.

– It would be catastrophic if, after all our lovemaking, swimming and photography, you would still feel depressed.

– I was never depressed. I was more quiet and almost didn’t speak with people, but no one doubted my ability to step in front of 100 students and deliver a lecture. I wonder if perhaps by now someone saw us or Kate and Malcolm and figured out about our unofficial wife-swap. This is a coffee and cigarettes talk type of story.

At this late hour, there were only three tables occupied in the whole restaurant. We both decided to try their excellent curry.

– So tell me about my mistakes.

– Today we will speak just about one mistake. Both of you have a flutter kick which is too wide. If you want to swim longer distances, and eventually you will, you will be tired too soon with such a kick. Escort Bayan We need to make your amplitude smaller and frequency higher. Not much. You should kick, approximately that is, so wide as the distance between your shoulders. You kick about 33% too wide. We will correct this by swimming with a pull buoy. If you kick too wide, the pull buoy will lose contact with your legs and float to the surface of the pool. In short; I will have both of you swimming first 5 drills with additional pieces of equipment and the only important focus point is: to kick and swim 25 meters without losing what I put between your legs.

– Hahaha. Between my legs. By the way, what do you think about titty fuck?

– What should I think about it? Do you want to try it? We can try it in the evening unless you have something else to do. How come that you brought it up right now?

– You said to keep it between the legs, and I got the association of keeping something between my boobs. What else should I keep between my boobs, if not your erected comrade Dick B Hardy?

– Holy Marx and Engels! Thou speaketh truth to the hard power, comrade Zahra.

– What would Marx say today to Rosa Luxembourg?

– Let me fuck you between your boobs?

– Correct answer comrade Karl. Today we will play Rosa and Karl’s game. Karl will present all the hard facts before Rosa to persuade her to join him in the Working People Orgasmic Paradise.

– Okay. Marx will take good care of his female comrade after swimming.

After lunch, we went to the pool. Jill was already there browsing news on her tablet. I handed her the memory card. I showed her footage from the first drill.

– Try to concentrate on the amplitude of your kick. You can kick faster with less individual motion, or you can kick slower but wider. The former style is better if you plan to do any distance swimming, like the competitive 100 m, 200 m, 400 m and 800 m.

– So what should I do?

– Try to watch it again and compare the distance between your shoulders and the wideness of your kick. They should be approximately equal. This can only be learned through some external accessories. Today we will try the pull buoy. We never used it until today. The goal is not to lose it while you kick. Today we will do all drills, except the last one, with the pull buoy. You kick with small amplitude and the buoy will stay anchored between your thighs. Let’s watch also other drills….. You see, the kick is still too wide if you add any type of arm movement. We simply must correct Zahra’s kick and your kick at this stage, or you will never reach your true potential.

– I trust you. I will kick with the buoy if you say so.

The session went well, just like all the previous ones. We didn’t even speak about it, it became self-understandable that we went together to showers, changing rooms, hair drying and Chinese dinner. In the restaurant, I told to them how I went from Yugoslavia to China on a Trans-Siberian railway. Yugoslavia was a socialist state and its citizens were allowed to travel all around China.

We arrived at the atelier later than usual. Nevertheless, we were eager to try Zahra’s initiative. We went to the bathroom to wash our teeth. We stripped each other naked. I put on a T-shirt with a portrait of Karl Marx, and Zahra put on a T-shirt with a portrait of Rosa Luxemburg. I sat down on the chair next to the work table, and Zahra sat down on my lap. We started kissing. Her lips were soft and luscious. I ran my right index finger over them and she opened her mouth and began to suck it. I added a middle finger, and Zahra started to imitate a deep throat fellatio on them.

I felt her wetness on my leg. I dipped my fingers into her pussy and rubbed it, then ran my fingers over her lips again. Zahra understood what I wanted without words. She slowly and thoroughly sucked and licked her own juice off my fingers. I dipped them again and again and again, and each time I let her lick them clean. She was aroused but still far from orgasm, so I got another idea.

– Go get a pillow…. Walk slowly. I want to see your beauty. You look lovely when you walk. You have the most perfect bottom that I can imagine. Bring the pillow here and put it on the floor in front of me….. Not like this. Put it on your head and hold it with both hands, like those African women going to the market….. Your boobs look fantastic in this pose. Wait for me and keep walking around the studio. I will just take my camera.

– I believe you, Karl, when you say I’m beautiful, because I can see that your Das Kapital really is a capital specimen.

– I have an additional idea. Put on your T-shirt again….. Now pick up the pillow and walk around in circles.

I took plenty of pictures, figures, torso and details, from various angles and heights in a matter of 10 minutes.

– Take the shirt Bayan Escort off.

– Do you still want me to walk around?

– Yes, please.

Her naked boobs were lovely shaped, not very big, but still real feminine curvy breasts. She walked naked and I diligently pressed the trigger.

– You are so hard and big. I’m so flattered by all the ways you tell me that I’m your love. It feels as if the past months have been the only months worth remembering.

– Less talk and more walking. I’m almost done, my Sweet Shirin1177.

I finished our photo session and put the camera on the desk. I grabbed my cock and tugged it several times.

– Come here Rosa with lovely boobs. Come here and study my Das Kapital.

– Should I start with the basics or dive right into the last chapter?

– Always start with the basics.

Zahra brought the pillow and put it on the floor between my legs. She picked up her Rosa shirt and put it back on. She took hold of my throbbing erection with both hands and started to lick its cone like she was holding an ice cream. Next, she put her right hand on the top of the shaft and started to lick first my balls, then the base of my shaft. Neither of us was in a hurry.

– Rub your pussy while you suck me.

Zahra complied. She held my shaft with her right hand, whilst sucking the head and masturbating with her left hand.

– Be careful Rosa, or Das Kapital will reveal its essence prematurely.

– Don’t worry Karl, I’m prepared for anything the future might bring us.

– Holy me and Engels, girl! You should lecture cock sucking in some college.

– So, I’m good at sex?

– Not good, excellent.

– Wait here Karl, don’t move.

Rosa Luxemburg walked her lovely torso curves in front of me once more. She went to fetch a lubricant. When she knelt between my legs, she opened the bottle and squeezed a liberal amount on my cock. She used her fingers to spread the lube evenly. She lifted the front of her shirt above her head and let it stay wrapped around her shoulders. With her hands, she cupped her boobs and lean in front, so that my lubricated shaft touched her boobs.

– Help me, please.

– Like that?

– Yes.

I took my matter in my hand and led it in the split between her boobs. I supported the base of my cock with my right hand, as she slid her boobs up and down my shaft. The feeling was fantastic.

No woman has done it to me before and I never bother to ask for it, even though I knew about titty fuck, as a possible prophylactic method, existence from like since forever. My athletic zero-fat Kate was too skinny and her breasts too small for such an activity anyway.

Zahra learned things very quickly. She understood the benefit of edging when she was on the receiving end, so she was able to turn the tables on me. She massaged my cock with her boobs, then stopped for long seconds of anticipation, then started to suck it. When I was close to coming in her mouth, she let go and resumed her slippery massage. Suddenly she stood up.

– Let’s go on the mattress, Karl.

– Whatever you say, Rosa.

– I will lie on the bed.

– Okay.

– I will hold my boobs together.

– Also okay.

– You will kneel above my belly.

– Totally okay.

– You will fuck my boobs.

– Super fun.

– You will come all over my face.

– Nirvana.

I picked up the bottle of lube and followed Zahra to the mattress. I smeared the slippery matter between her breasts and led my cock into this opening. I started to move back and forth as if I would fucked her pussy. Zahra bent her neck and lifted her head to watch my throbbing cock moving near them. She opened her mouth widely in an obvious expectation of my cum. I didn’t want to hold back so I was ready in less than five minutes.

I groaned and started to spurt. Some of it hit her mouth, but the majority missed and covered her lovely face with a thick white liquid.

– This was a wonderful experience. I haven’t told you before, but this is the first titty fuck in my life. I guess it’s your first too? Or not?

– Of course, it’s my first. Malcolm would never cum on my face. He is a boring type of gentleman, not the pervert one.

– Am I a pervert then?

– Luckily for me, you are. I keep learning from you daily.

– Okay, so we will go back to our anal sex course. Wait for me here.

I went to the closet and took Bouncer and Amor. I also picked all four pillows in the studio.

– Lift your hips.

– Like that?

– Yes, just like that. Higher please, I will put all of them under you for support.

I sat down between her lifted legs. Her pussy and rosebud were almost directly in front of my face. I took the Bouncer and slowly put it in, about halfway. I lubed the Amor and slowly planted it in her ass. Her face, coated with my sperm, was almost directly below her hips, so she could see what I was doing. I put my right hand on the bases of Amor and Bouncer and carefully pushed my palm downwards. Zahra moaned when both of her little friends simultaneously advanced inside her love tunnels.

A Proper Young Man’s Guide to Anal Etiquette Ch. 06

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A Proper Young Man’s Guide to Anal Etiquette – Chapter 6

By: Lord Odie

The Obligatory Disclaimer

The following is a work of pure sexual fiction and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is meant as a compliment. Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are consenting adults over the age of 18. They are also BDSM professionals and good at what they do. So please, don’t try anything that you’re about to read at home, if such things were even physically possible. If you still insist on trying things at home, please send all pictures and feedback to me about the experience. If I can’t stop you, I can at least make sure you’re doing it right. Consider yourself disclaimed.

6. Deleted Scene: The Communal Pool

Author’s note: one of the previous versions of this story had a completely different opening scene. After some feedback from FantasyWriter, I scrapped it in its entirety. There’s just too much going on here for a reader to keep things straight, and it ended up not going in the direction that I wanted for this story. But it’s still a fun free-use sex scene. So, I saved it from the cutting room floor.

With that being said, this is obviously not a part of the ongoing story! I’ve included it purely for your reading enjoyment. So, enjoy!

By all outward appearances, 24-year-old Matt Downey was an average, All American young man. He was just starting his last semester at a local university majoring in Developing Economic Theory. Basically, his degree focused on implementing the best ways to milk smaller national economies for everything they had for a moderate percentage of the profits that went to international conglomerates. He was really excelling at his studies and already had a few lucrative job offers lined up for after graduation. Matt was a reasonably attractive young man with thick curly dark brown hair that he kept pulled back. He wasn’t all that tall at 5′ 11″, but he’d played American Football through middle school, all six years of high school – which was normal these days – and his first few years of college before a bad leg injury ended that career possibility. He was fully healed but insurance liability prevented him from playing on organized teams ever again. But he was still built like the linebacker position he once played. He had incredibly thick forearms and biceps, muscular legs to match, along with a hairy barrel chest, and a thick neck. His full bearded face only added to his general burly image. Overall, his large, bear-like physique presented an intimidating appearance despite his lack of extra height.

Matt had grown up in a solid middleclass neighborhood to two loving middleclass parents: Mina and Samantha. Mina was of Filipino and Japanese descent, 51 years old, and stood at barely 5′ 1″ tall. She was a strict disciplinarian and more than a little domineering. Samantha was a 49-year-old 5′ 7″ blonde. She was the motherly “good parent” and was more than willing to let Matt get away with anything and everything up to – and possibly including – actual murder. Their home since he was a little kid was an upstairs unit in a two-story quadplex. It was nothing overly special. But it did share a nice private pool with three other quadplexes. This was how most of the residential buildings were built in quasi-suburban neighborhoods for his parents’ income bracket. Lower middleclass families were confined to massive apartment buildings, while upper middleclass and upper-class families could actually afford their own single-unit homes in the true suburbs and out in the country.

Quadplexes in Matt’s neighborhood were in blocks of four houses. The backs of each house faced a shared backyard. Each house in the block was maybe 20′ apart from each other, and packed 10′ apart from neighboring buildings. Between each house was a 10′ height privacy fence, giving each shared backyard a good degree of privacy. Exterior windows from each house were positioned so that only their own backyard, adjacent buildings, and the streets out front could be seen. Between each house facing the street was just car parking and a useless small front yard. The neighborhood was 35 or so years old, and hand plenty of mature trees, which made it fairly desirable real estate. All in all, it was a pleasant place to grow up.

The other families in Matt’s block had roughly the same aged kids as each other, Escort which was how families were normally organized. Although Matt was one of the youngest kids. Only Jessi Stevenson, a 24-year-old brunette was his age, but three months younger. The Morrison triplets: Kathy, Mandy, and Betty were all 25, along with Zahra Amir. Her sister Zainab was 26, and so were Robert Barr and Jones twins: Becca and Bella. The ages went up from there. Of the 16 families in Matt’s block, there were 27 kids between the ages of 24 and 32: four males and 23 females. All but four of whom still lived at home, which was normal. But Jessi and Matt being the youngest of the kids had always been the closest, and they’d been the best of friends since elementary school.

But truth be told, Matt was bored. He woke up in the morning, got sucked off by one of his mothers, ate breakfast, got sucked off by his other mother, went to school, fucked a few coeds, came home, ate dinner, fucked a neighborhood girl or two, maybe fucked one of their mothers, played video games, got sucked off by one of his mothers again, and went to bed to the sound of Mina violating Samantha for an hour or more with one of the massive, horrific punishment dildos that she loved so much. Make no mistake, Matt loved every minute of it. The overwhelming 5-1 disparity between men and women made the female competition for male attention ruthless for women, and incredibly trivial for men. All Matt had to do was walk up to a cute coed and idly ask for a blowjob or a fuck and he’d be balls deep in her orifices within minutes. It was awesome! But at the same time, there was zero challenge in it, and Matt found it unfulfilling. The endless line of eager pussy and mouths was mind numbing! Matt’s life was in a rut. He was only 24. He was too young to be this nihilistic and jaded. Matt just felt like there was something missing in his life.

Some kind of purpose…

Some kind of structure…

Some kind of… something…

* * *

It was a warm early evening as Matt exited the back door of his 2nd story quadplex unit onto its private deck, bounded down the stairs four at a time, and strolled across his housing block’s shared backyard and its centrally located private pool. The space was well maintained and manicured by the housing association. A decade ago, when all the block’s kids were still in their teens and early 20’s, the pool would have been filled with screaming children playing and splashing water at each other, and their annoyed but accepting parents lounging in the waning sun and relaxing after the day’s grueling four to 6-hour workday. The pool saw less play these days with all the kids quickly growing up. Unlike their parent’ generation where having kids young was in vogue, Matt’s generation had swung the other way and hardly anyone had kids until they were in their 30’s. In all likelihood, the next generation would probably swing back again, but who could tell the future like that.

Regardless, there weren’t any young kids around. Just young adults and their parents. Which meant that activities in the private backyard could get a little… risqué by the social standards of current day American culture. Admittedly, it was nowhere near the total disregard for proper behavior like the widespread public nudity and casual public sex that occurred in Europe, but still way beyond what you’d see on a public beach or public park in the United States. The backyard’s high privacy fence ensured that no one from the outside could see in and call the police on any ‘scandalous activity’. Obviously, activities inside individual houses would always be considerably more explicit.

There were several people relaxing by the pool. The closest to Matt were Mehemet and Sareh Amir. The Iranian couple were in their early 50’s. Mehemet was sharing a lounge chair with Becca Jones. He was sitting upright while the young busty blonde straddled him. There was a large beach towel wrapped around their hips to at least give the appearance of discreteness as Mehemet slowly and obviously stroked his cock in and out of her cunt. His right hand was hidden by the towel by her ass; likely playing with whatever thick toy was stretching the younger woman’s nether hole. Less discreet was the way Becca had the triangles of her too small her bikini top bulled to either side exposing her 32DD breasts. She fed one pierced rock-hard nipple and then the other into Mehemet’s bearded mouth and moaned as the older Iranian’s bit and suckled at her teats and his cock hit her G-spot with nearly every deliberate stroke.

His wife, Sareh was less discreet. The older woman wore a modern black burqa over her matching black bikini Bayan Escort and a light waist wrap. Unlike more traditional burqas though, this one didn’t hide her face, it just covered her head and came down over her shoulders. Her bikini top had been discarded though and her smallish 34C cup tits and their tiny brown nipples were exposed. Bella lay on her back on a pool chair with her butt scooted forward while Sareh knelt on her knees before her on a small towel. Matt saw a large beach towel that had probably at one time covered the pair’s rutting but had been pushed aside at some point, and now half lay on the ground. The busty blonde’s shapely legs rested on Sareh’s shoulders as the older Iranian drove what Matt estimated to be a 4.5″ wide lightly veined strap-on dildo in and out of the blonde’s asshole with bone rattling force. Each time their hips slammed together Bella’s gushing pussy would audibly slap against Sareh’s toned lower abdomen. He wasn’t sure how far the faux cock reached into the young woman’s bowels, but he could clearly see the outline of the latex toy moving beneath the blonde’s stomach muscles. Each woman was roughly pinching and pulling at the other’s exposed nipples, trying to out abuse the other’s poor buds. As Matt passed, he also noticed that wrap Sareh wore around her waist had been moved to the side. The bikini bottoms she wore were actually gapers, which gave Matt a decent view of the first couple inches of the older Iranian woman’s pink rectal walls through the wide-open 6″ gape of her ruined sphincter.

In the water, one of the 30-year-old boys, Mike, was with Monica Jones – Bella and Becca’s mother – in the shallow end. The curvaceous 50-somehting MILF had massive 36H tits that were disappointing hidden behind a reinforced red bikini top. Although, her thick nipples threatened to rip through the fabric at any point. Matt could see through the waist deep water that neither Monica nor Mike wore bottoms. Their discarded suits were laying on the pool edge nearby. Her legs were wrapped around the young man’s hips as she calmly sipped on a wine cooler and talked to her husband, George. Mike’s hips rocked back and forth as he concentrated on holding the older woman upright while pounding her cunt as hard as the water would allow him to. George relaxed on a nearby lounge chair nursing a beer. A young woman Matt thought was 27-year-old Beatrice Murdock – but wasn’t sure for certain – was concealed underneath a beach towel around George’s hips. It was obvious by the up and down bobbing what was going on though.

Beyond them, Alexis and Erica Floyd relaxed in loungers, soaking up the last of the day’s sun. The couple were one of the older parents in the block and were in their early 60’s although, with the modern anti-aging treatments, they looked like what in shape women in their late 30’s would have looked like a century ago. The pair gave zero shits and had discarded their tops to sunbath faceup, leaving them in just their bottoms. Matt’s gaze lingered briefly on the redhead’s 36D tits, and her wife’s much larger 38G knockers. While not as perk as they probably had been in their younger days, they were still quite suck-able; as Matt could personally attest to. Matt could also see the thick anal plugs stretching their rear holes between their slightly spread legs. Their daughters Alice and Alicia was absent.

None of the activities would have been the least bit out of place within the privacy of a home. But out here in semi-public, it was questionable at best. But all the families had been around each other long enough, and all the kids had basically grown up together. They were all practically cousins at this point. So, blind eyes were turned.

All in all, it was all unextraordinary and an average Tuesday evening. Despite his cock twitching slightly at the multiple ongoing sex act around him, Matt was almost disinterested.

As Matt passed by George, the older man broke off his conversation with his wife as Mike gave her a particularly hard thrust, causing her to moan almost lose her drink. “Matt! Want a beer?” he asked pleasantly. The drinking age was technically 25, but no one really cared if it was on private property.

“No thanks, Mr. Jones,” Matt replied, stopping to be polite. “Is that Beatrice under there?”

“Why yes,” replied the older man.

Beatrice’s hand reached out from underneath the towel to wave at Matt, before retreating again. Her head continued to bob up and down, but its pace was increasing noticeable.

“I thought so. I’d recognize her ass almost anywhere,” Matt replied. Beatrice had decent 32D tits, but her pleasantly wide and shapely bottom was almost out of proportion. Escort Bayan Now that he was close enough, Matt could see the base of the sizable plug buried up the young woman’s asshole. Her green thong bottom not even trying to cover its base. “I’m just headed over to Jessi to see why she’s not online yet. We have a rated match in 10 minutes, and I don’t want to forfeit,” Matt explained.

“Ah! How’s your rankings these days?” George asked and moaned. He finished off the rest of his beer and opened another.

“Almost to Gold Tier! We’re getting pretty good,” Matt replied proudly.

“Great! Any e-sport leagues offering you guys a slot yet?”

Matt was slightly annoyed at the question. Everyone knew Gold Tier was still well below professional e-sport level! But he just assumed George was making pleasant conversation and trying to be hip and cool to the young man. “Nope. Not yet,” he replied with a forced smile.

“Well, maybe next… next year… Fuck!” he groaned softly. Beatrice’s head bottomed out and only bounced an inch or two as she let George drain his balls straight down her throat and directly into her stomach like a good girl. It took the older man several seconds to shoot half a dozen ropes of cum down the young woman’s gullet before he continued, “Maybe next year you guys will have better luck,” he finished.

“We’ll see,” Matt replied. He had no illusions to going pro though.

Beatrice, having finished Mr. Jones off, started to reemerge from underneath the towel. “Not so fast, young lady,” George corrected the young woman. Quickly she resumed her position. Matt could tell that she was softly sucking at the head of the older man’s cock. “You sure you don’t want a beer?”

“No thanks. Competitive match coming up and all,” Matt replied as an excuse.

“Good point!” George conceded, drained his almost full beer, and opened another. “Well, good luck!” he replied enthusiastically, and then groaned quietly. His dick had softened enough to finally piss, and he unleashed a torrent of recycled beer straight into Beatrice’s waiting mouth. Matt could hear the young woman struggling to swallow it all underneath the towel. Matt knew this was nothing surprising for the young woman. George and Monica’s love of watersports was well known in the block. Beatrice’s growing infatuation with the practice was equally well known. It took almost a full minute for George to drain his bladder, while Matt just stood there and watched with mild interest. Eventually, Beatrice managed to get it all down and finally emerged from beneath the towel.

“Hi, Matt!” she said sheepishly, wiping her mouth dry on the back of her hand. “Want a blowjob?”

“Not right now, Beatrice,” Matt said. Although he was tempted. The slightly older brunette could suck the paint off a bumper if she tried to. And so could her mothers.

The trio were interrupted as Monica sat down next to her husband in an empty lounger. She was still bottomless, and her hand was between her legs, cupping her recently fucked pussy. Matt had a fleeting glimpse of a massive plug lodged up her thick backside as she got situated. “Beatrice, honey,” she asked as she thew a towel across her lap with her free hand and made herself comfortable. “Mike left a pretty big cream pie inside me, and I don’t want to make a mess. Would you be a dear and…” she continued, lifting the side of her towel.

Beatrice gave Matt a weak smile before replying, “Of course, Mrs. Jones,” before rolling onto the older woman’s lounger and disappearing under another blanket.

Monica groaned and extracted her hand. She opened another wine cooler and took a few gulps. “That’s it, baby. Suck it all out like a good girl,” she encouraged, and then bent to the side to kiss her husband deeply.

“Mike as good as always, baby?” he asked when she finally broke off, and then taking another pull on him beer.

“Always!” she replied. “He’ll make some lucky girl a great husband someday!”

Glancing downwards, “All done already?” she asked as Beatrice sucked the last of Mike cum out of Monica’s cunt. “While you’re down there, why don’t you show me what all you mothers have taught you, baby?” she said as she spread her legs to get more comfortable and took another drink from her cooler. She then went slightly rigid and added with a degree of uncomfortableness, “Easy baby! That hole just got a good pounding! Your whole hand isn’t just going to slip right… Shit! …in! Oh, fuck… I stand corrected. Just be gentle… Fuck!”

Matt could see the shape of Beatrice’s arm underneath the towel that it was picking up speed. She was being anything but gentle!

“Oh, baby…” continued Monica as her arousal started to peak. “Don’t push up into my bladder like that, Beatrice! I’ve been… drinking. Ahh…” she said and relaxed and the young brunette forcefully drained the older woman’s bladder.

Matt just smiled and used the opportunity to slip away.

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geldı annee sende cekınme bılıyorum sende bayagıdır kendı kendını. tatmın edıyosun en azından sende bu sekılde tatmın olursun dedı bende evet . haklısın dedım oda banaaetegını sıyırsana dedı bende sıyırsdım o bı an bacaklarıma kalcama dokunmaya ve sıkmaya baslamasdı buda benım hosuma gıdıyodubende onun penısıne elımle .gıt gel yapıyordum . bırden bosalmaya basladı ınanılmaz derecede tıtredı ve kasıldı ama cok cabuk bosaldı elımı daha bı ıkı kere gıt gel yapmısdım neyse . bosaldıkdan sonra oturdu bende etegımı duzelttım uzerıme ve halıya bırazda onun uzerıne spermlerı. gelmişdi. hemen mutfaga gıdıp bır bez alıp yanına geldım once onun penısını sonra uzerımızı ve yerı sıldım ve ona oo oglum baksana bu gıdısle işimiz var senle . bayagı dedım ve gulusduk daha sonra oglum . bana anne sen nıye tanga gıymıyosun gıysene uzerınıde corabı gıydınmı evde hep fantazı yaparız dedı bende olur yarın alırım dedım ertesı gun oldu oglumun bakıslarından .ısdedıgını anlamısdım ve bana anne tanga aldınmı dedı bende . aldım dedım hanı dedı ben de . yatak odamdan alıp gosderdım oglum anne gıysene dedı uzerınede ten rengı kulotlu corabı ve normal okula gıderken gıydıgın etegı gıy gel dedı benı bı hecan kaplamısdı sanırım fantazı yapıcakdık acıkcası nasıl bı fantazı yapıcagını dair merak edıodum hemen odaya gırdım pesımden gelır dıye dusundum ve gelmedı hemen tangayı gıydım acıkcası ılk defa gıymiş oldugum . için bayagı
bi rahatsız edıyodu onun uzerıne kulotlu corabımı gıydım ve etegımı gıyıp yanına geldim o benı ole gorunce. bole cok sexsi dedı ben onun soyledıklerıne matador bet uyum gosderıodum .oda bana, sankı ben farketmiomusum gıbı bana fırıkık vermenı ısdıyorum . dedı bende tamam ama nasıl dedım oda temızlık yapıcaksın ben yokmusum gıbı egılıceksın falan etegını sıyıracaksın bende gorucem dedım ben tamam olur dedım. bu benımde hosuma gıtmişdı hem oglum bu sekılde sureklı evdeydı . bende elıme bez alıp temızlık yapıyomus gıbı davranıodum bez alıp yerlerı sılıyomus gıbı yapıodum etegımı bayagı bı. sıyırdım dızlerımın uzerıne egıldım kalcam dısarı cıkmısdı bayagı buyukdu kalçam gercı neyse, oglum yanıma yaklasdı arkadan kulotlu corabımın usdunden kalcama ve vajınama ellıyodu bende o an kalbım carpıo bır hosnut oluyodum .bırden oglum . bana anne madem ılıskıye gırmıyoruz ozaman kulotlu corabın usdunden surteyım sana sanıkı ılıskıye gırıomus gıbı dedı . soyledıgını anlamısdım kendısı penısını cıkarmıs benı ayaga kaldırdı etegım sıyrılmıs vazıyette mutfa gıttık ben ona hemen mutfagın perdesını ort nolur nolmaz dedım oda hemen orttu ve bana mutfakta yemek masanına ıyıce danmamı ve kalcamı cıkarmamı soyledı bende soyledıgını yapdım ve oda anne bıraz yaparken sende zevk alıomus gıbı yap dedı bende aslında zaten zevk alıodum.ama ona bellı etmıyodum tamam oglum dedım oglum bı anda tangamı ve kulotlu corabı cıkarmaya calısdıgını hısssettım ona sadece usden ılıskıye gırıyoruz gıbı yapmamız gerektıgını cınsel organlarımızın temas etmeyecegını soyledım oda . kabul ettı. ben o pozısyondayken oglum arkamdan corp uzerınden sankı ılıskıye gırıyomusuz gıbı vurmaya basladı bayagı sert vuruyodu ve ınlıodu bende tabı zevk alıp ınlıodum vajınam bayagı ıslanmısdı oglum heralde gercekden ılıskıye gırmiş olsak ,içimi. dısımı param parca yapardı neyse vurdukdan 2 3 dakı sonra bosalmaya basladı kalcama ve uzerıme bosalmısdı ordan bı bez alıp budefa o sildi külotlu coraplı popomu. be vajınamada cımcık atmayı ıhmal etmedı daha sonra banyoya gırdık ve onun penısını yıkadım. gece yatagıma gırdım aklıma sabah yasadıklarım geldı ve elımle masturbosyon yapdım ve hayatımda hiç o sekılde orgazm yasamamısdım bu olanlar benım cok hosuma gıdıyodu cunku bu sayede oglumu evde tutabılıyodum daha sonrakı gunlerde . .neler yasadık neler anlatsam herhalde burdakı bırcok kısının hosuna gıder sanırım bu arada oglum son zamanlarda penısını agzıma almam için cok ısrar edıyordu bende ona egerkı bu donem zayıf getırmessen dedıgını yaparım dedım ve oda getırmedı ve bende dedıgını yapdım . ama bayagı mıdem bulandı bılmıyorum . daha once belkıde yapmamıs oldugumdan . dolayı oda bunu anladı ve artık agzıma almam konusunda bırsey soylemedı su an oglumu bosaltmalarım devam edıyor ama bır haylı kılo verdı cunku gunde 2 defa en azından bosaltıyorum oda bacaklarımda ve kalcamda sıkmakdan morarmadık yer bırakmadı gercı hepsı cok guzel yınede dısarda en azından yabancılar tarafından .

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