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My Roommate

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He entered my life quietly on a day when a flat tire was a good enough reason to have a crisis. I had been trying for several months to rid my life and home of a sponge that just kept drinking, so as had become the norm I was down at the local club with my oldest and a flat tire. Without so much as a word to me, he took charge, fixed the tire, left the tire pump in my car and left the club. He never even waited for a thank you.

That was how I met the man that would change my life in ways I did not even know was possible. I had no idea that a few months later he would make me wonder if I ever knew what love or lust was about.

First, he came to my rescue to help me get rid of the sponge by moving in the day the sponge moved out. He knew based on our previous conversations that I was going to need a roommate if I was going to keep my home. I was way in over my head financially, so I graciously accepted his offer to move in and help out. The first few days were interesting as he moved his belongings into the house and began settling in. I was interested in him as more than just a roommate and part-time babysitter, but my attempts to take our relationship to the next level went seemingly unnoticed. Something which I found completely weird since every man I had ever known wanted more than friendship from me. I should have known then that he was a different breed.

I wanted to be much more than just his roommate and he knew it, but he never let his feelings show until one glorious afternoon. After that day there was no mistaking his feelings or mine. I came home from work on a typical Friday, meaning I was not in the best of moods, to find the kids and animals gone. Confused and on the verge of a seriously angry outburst, I demanded to know where my children were. He just smiled and said they were with another babysitter that I utilized when I needed them to stay elsewhere overnight.

That’s when I noticed that he had met me at the door, an unusual occurrence, in a white button down shirt, open just enough to hint at what was underneath. He also had a detailed set of written instructions, which he calmly handed me as I walked into the house.

The first instruction was to go into the bathroom, where a tub of hot water filled with rose petals waited on me. I did as I was instructed and while I was enjoying the fragrant water I heard soft music start from the master bedroom. Shortly, there was a knock on the door and in he walked with an outfit and the list of instructions that I had left on the bed. I was recovering from the shock of having him in my bathroom, when he suggested that I read the instructions and walked out of the bathroom.

The second instruction requested that I put on the outfit he had hung on the bathroom door, apparently he had been shopping while I was at work. The outfit was a short plaid skirt, slit up the sides and a pair of white thigh high tights, a white short sleeve button up shirt. The shirt was designed to tie in the front. The final piece de resistance was a black lacy bra and matching lacy panties.

The third instruction marmaris escort was a bit confusing as he had written that I place the finishing touches on the outfit myself. I thought carefully for a few minutes and put my long auburn hair into two perfect pigtails. I thought about applying a little mascara to really make my eyes stand out, but just as I was considering this, there was another knock on the bathroom door.

Into the bathroom he stepped, handed me another written sheet of instructions and out he went. Bewildered but excited; I read the first instruction, which simply said, “Meet me at the truck.” I walked out of the bathroom to find my white lace ups. I decided that he meant for me to wear these to complete the outfit so I sat down on the bed and put them on. Then I walked out the door and to the truck, not sure what to expect when I got there. There he sat, calming waiting for me to arrive at the door of the vehicle. He very genteelly walked to my door opened it and picked me up and set me in the seat. Of course, he let his hand rest under the skirt a few seconds before he set me down. This caused more than a tingling sensation in my body but just as I thought it might develop into something more he removed his hand and set me down.

When he got in the vehicle he was extremely quiet, the silence becoming slightly uncomfortable, when he informed me that we would be traveling for awhile so I should get comfortable. Then he turned on the radio and said nothing else, leaving me to wonder what other surprises he had in store for me. It was apparent that a lot of thought had gone into this little endeavor, just how much would be revealed to me slowly, building the suspense and intensity of a most interesting adventure.

We arrived at our destination about half and hour later, a small dimly lit restaurant. We were seated in a small alcove booth; he directed me to the far side of booth and sat down next to me. He ordered our dinner and drinks, without even letting me see the menu. He let his left hand wander to my thigh, causing a tremor to run through my body. Slowly his hand traveled upward causing me to gasp when he reached my lacy panties. He let his fingers slip under the fabric and make soft circles on my swollen button. Just then, dinner was delivered and I covered my emotional state by concentrating on the meal. It was a wonderful pasta dish that I knew I would not be able to finish. He ate his meal, keeping the conversation light and refusing to answer any questions regarding our evening. I was still thinking about his hand under my skirt, so I could not really keep up the thread of a normal conversation. Oblivious to the state he had put me in by his actions; he seemed not to notice that I wasn’t really listening well. When dinner was over he walked with me back to the vehicle and picked me to lift me into the seat. Instead of putting me right in, as he usually would have, he gave me a long, deep kiss, causing my body heat to rise instantly. Then he deposited me in the seat gently and hooked my seatbelt around me.

He climbed into the truck and started marmaris escort bayan the engine, and again refused to answer any questions. After a few minutes he handed me another sheet of paper, on it was written only the words, “More will be revealed”. This forced me into a stunned silence and I asked no more questions. Twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of a beautiful hotel and stopped. He opened my door and told me “Stop worrying, everything is arranged.” I guess the look on my face said volumes. He said nothing else and led me into the hotel, to a beautiful room. As we entered the room, I started to say how beautiful it was, when he stopped me with another deep kiss. Only this time, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, letting his hands slide down my body to the slits in the skirt. Just as I thought he was going to do more, he turned me around and slid a silk scarf over my eyes. He tied the scarf, making sure that it wasn’t too tight.

Blindfolded and slightly disoriented, he led me from door over to the bed and stopped. He paused for several seconds, causing some fear to course through me, along with a large dose of anticipation. He finally spoke to me, “sit down”, nothing more. Unaccustomed to such direct orders, I sat down immediately. He carefully removed my boots, and then moved his hands upward toward the top of my thighs. Slowly he began to remove the tights, after carefully taking them off, he stopped touching me. After several minutes, I must have looked somewhat bewildered because he started to laugh.

He then stood me up and gently began to undo the knot in the front of my shirt and I felt his hands reach around to the clasp on the bra. After removing these items, his hands lingered on my breasts causing the nipples to stand upright. Then he let his hands slide down to my panties and began removing them. As he slid them down my legs, he demanded that I step out of them. I did as I was told and waited for him to tell me what he wanted me to do next. I did not have to wait long, as he carefully laid me back on the bed.

He then asked me to place both hands above my head, which I did willingly, not really knowing what to expect. He carefully tied my hands together and attached the other end to something above my head. This shocked me somewhat, but it was all part of the suspense. Then he ramped up the intensity by separating my legs and tying me to the bed spread-eagle.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt his hard shaft on my chin. Out of instinct I began to suck his member into a stiff erection. Though, it had already been somewhat hard before I started. His breath was coming in fast bursts when suddenly he withdrew from my mouth. I felt his hot breath on my neck and move down to my breasts, as he put one nipple in his mouth I felt small tingling shocks race through my body. Then he moved to the other breast causing a repeat reaction. His hands gently traveling down my body, stopping to play with the butterfly I wore in my belly button. Just when I thought he was going to move farther down with his hands, he stopped and began kissing escort marmaris my neck and down my body toward my now very hot wet pussy.

Stopping again, he asked me if I had been a good girl today. I replied by shaking my head “no” just to see what he would do. His response was to spank my pussy with his the head of his cock. Again he asked me if I had been a good girl, I said nothing so he unfettered my ankles and turned me over on my stomach. After he turned me over, he asked the question again, unable to respond in a timely fashion I received a spanking. As I was moaning slightly and trying to figure out the rules of this game, he retied my ankles. Then he said “this is what I do to bad little girls” and began licking my pussy. Consequently, I could do little to respond when he asked the question again. I just moaned slightly as he had stopped just short of my first climax. Again I received a spanking with his hands first and then the head of his cock on my very swollen clitoris. This sent me over the edge and I begged him to put his member inside me. He refused saying “that was only for good girls.”

Beginning to understand the rules of this game, I told him that I would be a good girl. At this, he undid the ties on my ankles and removed the restraint from my hands. Then he asked me to get on my knees, guiding me off the bed and onto the floor. I responded as any good girl would, as my need was now driving my body’s actions. After making sure that I was comfortable he placed his hard shaft in my mouth and his hand on the back of my head. I began to suck on his cock hard and fast. This continued for several minutes, and then he stopped my actions and placed me back on the bed.

Once again, he kissed me, this time hard on the mouth, his own needs driving him now. His hands traveled down my body toward my pussy, rubbing my clitoris causing me to moan in ecstasy as continued the kiss. Then his kiss stopped and he began trailing kisses down my body causing deep shudders in my entire body. He stopped just short of my hot pussy, causing a short moan of disappointment to escape my lips. I heard a soft chuckle then he began licking and sucking on my clitoris, causing me to cum.

Again he brought his rock hard shaft to my mouth and I began to suck his cock hard and fast, eager for him to cum in my mouth. Unfortunately, this was not in his plan because just as I thought he was about to cum, he removed his cock from my mouth. However, by this time my body was more than ready to accommodate all of him; he placed his pulsing member inside me and began to fuck me slowly then more quickly as his own desire reached its peak. Just as I felt my own body shudder into yet another climax he began to shoot his own hot cum into me. After several glorious minutes, he removed my blindfold and began kissing me gently. He lay down next to me and I placed my head on his shoulder falling in slumber in a matter of seconds.

A wonderful ending to a romantic interlude and our first date, I thought as I drifted off to sleep. However, this was not the end of his surprises, just the beginning. More surprises would follow after a brief rest. I would discover that there was no end to surprises he would bestow on me; indeed, he had many more tricks up his sleeve and this adventure would be the first of many.

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My Passion

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We were on the road from Mysore to Ooty in India. It is a beautiful road, with picturesque lodges along the road, and it passes through Karnataka’s richest wildlife sanctuary. For miles, you can just see green trees, densely populating either side of the road. Deer, jackals, gaur (wild bison), peacocks, elephants, and sometimes even tigers can be seen on the road. It is a sure bet to raise a spirit of adventure in anyone travelling the road.

Our bike was a powerful Roadking 250 cc motorbike. This is still the best bike in India for long distance motoring, notwithstanding claims by other rival bike manufacturers. At a cool 70 kmph, we passed mile after mile of road with ease and comfort. My girlfriend was hugging me tighter as we negotiated the curves on the road. The bike gripped the road on the bends, and was performing like a dream. We passed a few forest department buildings on either side. Most of them were deserted. It was early evening, and the weather was just right for the journey.

I raised the throttle, hoping to get out of the forest much before the 6 o’clock deadline imposed by the forest department for vehicular movement. There were many instances of travelers who defied this curfew, and regretted it for the rest of their lives due to encounters with elephants or wild bison or leopards who did not take too kindly to engines revving after dark. Ahead of us, I could see some water pond by the side of the road. I was happy, since waterholes are the best places to come upon varied wildlife. Both of us were wildlife enthusiasts. She too saw the waterhole ahead and grinned into the rearview mirror of the bike.

As we neared the waterhole, I saw them – a herd of wild elephants who had just risen from their midday frolic in the water. There were a couple of young baby elephants, who were very playful. I slowed down as they were crossing the road. They took their own time, and I slowed to a standstill. I kept the engine on, in case I needed to make a fast getaway. Three huge matriarchs stood on the road, and refused to move. We waited for them to move on, but they seemed to be testing our patience. Time wore on, and I looked at my watch – it was quarter past five. We should move on quickly now, before dark.

But the three elephants in front of us were far more determined not to let us move on. Running out of patience, I honked. One of the elephants’ ears flapped wildly. I should have read the warning signs, but impatience made me honk again, louder and longer this time. This angered the females, and the one whose ears flapped charged at us. I raised the engine, and turned the bike around much faster then I thought possible, and moved straight ahead. The elephant followed for some distance, and stopped after we turned around a bend. Relieved, I stopped.

I parked the bike on the curb, and we both got off to stretch our muscles. I shook out a cigarette from my dwindling pack, and lit it. We both shared the cigarette. When she returned the fag after taking a deep puff, I saw the mark of her lipstick on the filter. The smell of the lipstick, and her perfume overrode the stink of the tobacco. She was my steady girlfriend, who stood by me in everything I did. She shared all my passions and it was natural of me to reciprocate.

We marmaris escort finished the cigarette, and very carefully put it out. We climbed back onto the bike, and I started up again. We went back up the road to the waterhole. It was getting dark now, and I wanted to move on as fast as possible. As I turned around the bend to the waterhole, I saw the elephants again. I stopped well away from them, but the sound of the bike seemed to irritate them and one of them charged down the road towards us.

Back we went down the road. It was past seven in the evening, and I was scared of being caught by the forest department with a girl behind me, and that too after the curfew of 6 p.m. We decided to stop by at one of the department’s buildings that we had earlier seen beside the road. After about 15 minutes, I stopped at one building. It was deserted. We both went to the door, and opened the flimsy latch on it. Inside, the building was just one large hall with a rudimentary toilet in one corner, and two windows on each wall. The toilet did not even have a wall around it. No furniture or anything else.

Outside, it had begun to rain. Amid the sound of thunder, we heard various noises of the jungle. I went outside, and brought the bike inside, becoming damp in the process. The bike, our bags and we both were inside, and I shut the door from inside. The latch on the inside looked strong enough to withstand assault from outside. I shut the windows too, since they were not protected by any form of grill. She switched on the torch, and we both took a good look around. While she held the torch, I searched for evidence of rats or snakes or any other form of life within the building. There was no sign of any living creature. I spread the sleeping bag in the corner furthest from the loo.

I then slipped out of my wet clothes and put on my shorts. Since I usually slept nude, I felt uncomfortable with my jocks on. She was taking off her clothes, and stood in her bra and panty while she pulled out her night clothes. It was getting darker, and we could see each other only with some difficulty. There was no electricity to the building, and even if there was, it would have only advertised our presence to any passerby, man or beast. I took the risk, pulled down my shorts, and shook off my jocks. Though we had been steady with each other, we had just not gone beyond french kissing each other, and I felt strange being naked with this girl so close to me, but not knowing that I was naked.

I pulled on my shorts, and hid my jocks in my bag under the other clothes. She did not seem to have any hang-ups about being in her underwear and was humming to herself as she pulled on her night clothes. I switched on the torch to search for the snacks that were packed in one of the bags, and shone it in the direction of the bags. I got a shock when I saw her lying naked on the sleeping bag, and rustling her clothes against her skin. She grinned at me and asked if I liked what I saw. I looked more carefully, and saw a lovely pair of breasts, with large, brown areola and nipples that were inverted. Her stomach was flat and led down to a hairless, smooth skinned vulva.

I could just see the crack in between her tightly clenched legs. Obviously, she has marmaris escort bayan just shaved herself down there today. I was dumbstruck, and she again repeated her question. I replied in the affirmative, and asked her to cover herself before she caught a cold. I went on to the bags and removed the packet of salted biscuits that her mother had packed for us.

As I ate one of the biscuits, she got up and came next to me. Her bare shoulder brushed mine, and it was very delicious, the touch of her bare skin against mine. She took a biscuit from the packet, and rubbed it against her nipples. I had trouble with my stiff dick, which was bent over double inside my jocks. I adjusted it to a more comfortable position and tried to concentrate on my biscuit. Se saw me finishing my biscuit and asked for the packet in my hand.

I passed it on to her. She held the packet in her hand, and then slipped the biscuit she had earlier taken in between her legs and held it out to me – it was glistening with her juice. Mesmerised, I took it from her and bit into the juice-covered part. “There’s more where that came from,” she said. I put everything aside and knelt down in front of this nude goddess and buried my head into her waist. The fragrance of her skin was the same old familiar one, and comforting. I pulled her down, and my lips found hers in the darkness. We kissed for a long time, and came apart only after we were breathless. My hands were on her breasts, stroking them.

The hard nipples were really inviting, and I accepted their invitation. My mouth found her nipples peaked to perfection, and she arched her back. She pulled my head close to her chest, trying to stuff her entire breast into my mouth at once. This was the first time I had a girl’s breasts at my command, and I made the most of it. My wandering hands went down, searching for the heaven that is on earth. I slipped my hand in between her legs, searching for the slit.

I cupped the entire vulva in my hand, and was surprised that it was so low down, in between her legs. I am used to seeing my cock higher up. Holding this flesh was like holding a powerful sword in my hand – I felt I could conquer anything and anybody. I felt powerful. She pushed me away and asked me to disrobe. I complied hurriedly, and went back to hugging her, and feeling her between her legs. She let her hand fall down to my erect dick, and stroked it gently.

She kept muttering that it was huge and hard, and she asked if I could soften it. Soften it?? How could I, with this virgin goddess in front of poor old virgin me!!!! I was new to sex, and asked her where the clit was. She guided my hand to a mound of flesh at the top of her slit, which was wet. I stroked it, circled it, teased it, fell in love with it. Meanwhile, she was making noises like a wounded cat and going haywire with my dick in her hands. I lowered my mouth to her clit, and licked it like I would an ice cream cone. I desperately went through all the stories I had read at Desibaba in my mind, so that I would not fail to pleasure her.

She seemed to know that she was ready, and pushed me down onto the floor. She straddled me with her feet on either side and lowered herself down onto my cock. She tried to feed it into her cunt, but it escort marmaris was too painful for her, judging from the screams she made. I sat up and hugged her, stroking her hair, her face and her arms, asked her to relax. She then seemed to remember something, and rose from me.

She put her mouth onto my cock, and licked it from bottom to top. She pulled the foreskin down, which was painful for me, but I just bore the pain. She then licked the entire dick and made it thoroughly wet. Then she rose again, and sat down on me and guided my cock to her hole. It was much easier this time, due to her oral lubrication. My cock head went in, and seemed to strike a barrier. She began to move up and down slowly, and I could feel the barrier on every stroke.

As she built up her tempo, my cock went in deeper. I had heard a lot about the breaking of the hymen, and the pain this caused, so I watched her intently. But her eyes were just focussed on my face as she fucked me. Soon, she had my entire dick inside her. I was thrusting back on each downward stroke of her vagina. Both of us were virgins, and could not last long – she came, her vagina contracting and relaxing very pleasurably on my cock, and I just shot my sperm deep into her on one of her downward strokes. I told her that I came, and she slowed down to a standstill, and fell onto me.

So this is sex, I thought, and now I knew why people loved to fuck. We spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s body, and fucking ourselves silly. Between each fuck, we would share a cigarette, a biscuit coated either with her cream or mine, and then get back to fucking. Once, she drew in the smoke from the cigarette and kissed me – we passed her smoke between our mouths, to and fro, until it came out my nose and I sneezed. We both laughed.

Towards early dawn, we fell asleep, exhausted by the night. I awoke at noon, and shook her awake. We both dressed up, and dragged the bike outside. It was a bright sunny day, and the previous night’s rain seemed to have been drunk up by a parched earth. While I started the bike, she locked the door, and bent down to look at something on the ground. She looked up, put a finger to her lips and motioned for me to go to her. I shut off the bike and went to her. She had found pugmarks of a large male tiger, made the previous night during the rain. I followed the trail – it led around the cottage once and then trailed off into the jungle. While we were busy making love inside at night, this lovely beast had traced us, and left us alone!! We got back onto the bike, and rode off. We reached Ooty that evening, and checked into our hotel. The receptionist gave us a knowing grin, when we registered as man and wife.

The three days we spent in Ooty trekking, making love in the open in quiet secluded places, went off very fast. We would have sex with our room door unlocked – I would just raise her skirt, push aside her panty, shove my dick in and fuck. She once did it to me in the elevator on our way down to the lobby from our room on the top floor.

This was just the beginning of our sex life together, and today I am happily married to her with a one-year-old son. She now has this fantasy to have me fuck two women together – she and someone else.

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My New Secretary Cindy

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I worked as the Safety Director for a large hotel in the mid-west and had to hire a new secretary when my current secretary took another job. I scheduled interviews for a Tuesday and saw 6 applicants. I picked the top two for an additional interview on Friday of the same week and finally picked Cindy. Her work experience was excellent and she was single. I am not biased, but I have found single women to dedicated to their jobs and willing to put in extra hours when necessary, so all things being equal I picked Cindy. I told her after the interview she would start on the following Monday.

Monday arrived and when I arrived in the office, Cindy was already there, waiting for me. I sent her to personnel to fill out her paperwork and made a pot of coffee. Cindy looked very nice, dressed in an above the knee skirt and a white blouse. Cindy is 5″9 inches tall, slim without being skinny, as nice pair of legs and perky 34C breasts. She has long dark hair and a smile that would melt an iceberg. I was working when she returned and said she was ready to start working.

I spent the next couple of hours showing her the hotel, where to pick up the daily reports, the filing system, and all the ins and outs of the hotel. We found ourselves at the employee dinning room, just as lunch was being served. We decided to eat and during the meal we talked and I introduced her to the various department heads, as they came into eat. After lunch we walked back to the office.

Cindy walked slightly in front of me on the way back and I liked the look of her ass, as it swayed back and forth. I just shook my head, knowing she would make it hard for me to concentrate, in the office. I pushed the thoughts from my mind and settled into work.

The first month went well, with Cindy fitting right into our schedule. She had a nice selection of clothes she chose to wear to work. I did not like it when she wore slacks, but never said a word. We worked closely together, sometimes into the evening. On a couple of occasions we would go out for dinner after a late night at work, but nothing more happened, until the second fethiye escort month she was there.

One day I was sitting at my desk, when Cindy went to the filing cabinet. She kneeled down to open the bottom drawer, then stood back up and bent at the waist. Her lovely ass was pointed directly at my desk. This day she wore a louse short skirt and when she leaned forward, it rose up on her ass. I could see she was wearing stockings and caught just a hint of her panties. I could not help but look and felt my cock start to get hard. She looked back at me, still bent over and asked if I was all right. I said yes and went back to reading the report before me. I would glance up as she walked back to the filling cabinet and file more reports, each time bending at the waist and showing me her lovely legs and ass.

When she was finished, she closed the cabinet, but stayed bent over at the waist and looking at me, rubbed her hands up her legs and under her skirt. She rubbed her ass slightly then stood up and turned towards me. “Do you like how my legs look in stockings?” I cleared my throat and said, “Yes, but I have only seen them from the back.” Cindy smiled and dropped her hands to her skirt and pull it up so I could see her legs and panty covered pussy. “Well?” she said, looking at me. I smiled and said, “Your legs are lovely.” Cindy dropped her skirt and walked back to her desk. As she sat down, I watched and she opened her legs to let me look up her skirt. Just then the phone rang and she answered. It was for me and as I took the call, she left the office.

When she returned, she had a very wicked smile on her face, but did not say a word. She locked the door to our office and went over to her desk. She said, “darn it, I forget to file a report,” and walked back over to the filling cabinet. She bent over at the waist again and as she opened the lowest drawer, her skirt moved up and over her ass. I looked and saw she was not wearing panties. My cock instantly grew hard. Bending over and looking at me, she said, “I thought you would enjoy the view more, like this.” I stood and walked over to escort fethiye her, she placed her hands on the cabinet drawer, waiting for me.

Standing behind her, I dropped my hands to her legs and ran them up to her lovely naked ass. I kneeled down and pressed my face to her cheeks and licked her ass. Cindy moaned and opened her legs so I could move my tongue between them. I used my hands to pull her cheeks apart and licked my way to her lovely shaved pussy. Cindy arched her back to allow me complete access to her sweet pussy and ass. I ran my tongue between her cheeks and over her bud. She moaned again and I licked harder. I stopped and turned her around so she could lean against her desk. I opened her legs and went directly to her pussy, licking and sucking until I found her clit. I licked and sucked at her clit as I moved a finger into her moist pussy.

Cindy grabbed my head with her hands and pulled my head tight between her legs. I sucked her clit between my lips and gently nibbled it as I fingered her pussy. That was all it took and she started to cum. She was quiet, but moaned over and over how good it was. I kept licking and sucking and fingering her, until she pushed my head away, saying, “No more, please I can not take it.” I stopped and stood in front of her and leaned forward to kiss her. She kissed me back and sucked my tongue into her mouth. I knew she could taste herself on my lips and tongue and it seemed to turn her on even more. As we kissed, her hands went to my belt and pants, freeing my hard 9-inch cock. She took it into her hands and played with it as we kissed.

Cindy broke our kiss and said, “My god you are huge. I have to see it.” She slides off her desk and onto her knees. She looked up at me with surprise and lust in her eyes, all the time rubbing her hand over the head and down to the base of my cock. My cock was covered with pre-cum and her hand moved easily from the head to my balls. She looked up from cock and then back to it, as her hand cupped my balls, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth.

I have had my share of blowjobs, but Cindy fethiye escort bayan was something else. She sucked the head for a little while, running her tongue around the head and then she swallowed my entire cock, deep into her mouth and throat. My legs weakened and I put my hands on her head to steady myself. Cindy moaned around my cock as my hands grabbed her head. Not being all that stupid, I understood and holding her head began to fuck her mouth. She played with my balls and then moved her hands to my hips, letting me fuck her mouth, as I wanted to. It was not long before the tightness of her lips and throat brought me to the verge. I told her I was going to cum and pushed my cock deep into her throat. She pulled my hips forward at the same time and waited for me to cum. My cock sank deep into her throat and I started to shoot over and over. She swallowed as fast I could shoot my cum into her mouth and throat. Cindy continued to suck and when my cock started to soften, she moved her head back and forth sucking me dry. She licked and sucked my cock clean and then stood up. I leaned forward to kiss her and sucked her tongue into my mouth. I tasted my cream and figured turn around was fair play. As I was sucking her tongue, the phone rang again and we broke our kiss.

Putting my cock back into my pants and pulling up my zipper, Cindy answered the phone. I her say to the caller, ” Yes he is here, he just came in.” Turning to me, she smiled as I picked up the phone. Cindy sat at her desk as I talked and opened her legs so I could see her wet pussy. Watching her she moved her fingers between her legs and into her pussy. It was difficult to concentrate on the caller, while she fingered her pussy to another orgasm. She came as I finished the call and hung up the phone. I was sitting on my desk watching her and took her cum covered hand and sucked her fingers clean. Smiling at her I said, “we will have to work late tonight.” Cindy smiled and said, “I look forward to working with you in any position you think needs filled.”

Cindy remained my secretary and lover for the next two years, when I took another job out of state. We enjoyed each other’s person and body, both at work and away from the office. We had many experiences during our two years together in all sorts of places. Let me know if you want to hear of them.

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My Mistress

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This story is purely fictional. This is also my very first real attempt at writing a story involving a female dominant and a male submissive.

I heard the keys jangling as they slid into the lock, I knew that my Mistress had returned home from a long hard day of work and before the lock even clicked I had assumed the position, on my knees, hands at my sides, and head bowed. I heard the door open and close, my Mistress walked up to me and gave me a couple of gentle pats on the head, her way of giving me permission to now take in her beauty.

She sat on the couch behind me and gently said, “Slave, please join me on the couch.”

“Yes Mistress.” I meekly replied and sat down beside her.

She patted her lap and said, “Please lay here.” I did as I was told without hesitation or question. My mistress lightly ran her hand through my brown hair as if she were massaging my hair. For a second I enjoyed the sensation and then realized that I was the way who was supposed to be giving any form of pleasure, not her.

“Mistress,” I said, “not to be rude but may I ask what you are doing?”

She replied, “Just thinking.”

“About what, if I may ask? Mistress?” I said.

“I was actually thinking about you.” Was her gentle reply.

“Why are you thinking about me Mistress?”

“Well, actually I was thinking of how devoted you are to me.” She said.

“I am. I would do anything to protect and serve my mistress.” Was my reply. I looked up at her.

She looked down into my green eyes, “I know. You even proved that at the bank.”

About a year ago my Mistress and I were at the bank depositing her check (she sometimes let me go with her to all sorts of places). Suddenly, a man in a ski mask came in and held the bank up, forcing everyone down onto the ground. Instinctively, I moved closer to my Mistress. After about ten minutes the police showed up, but the guy wouldn’t give any demands or budge. Suddenly, he jerked my Mistress up to her feet and held her at gunpoint. He started to wave the gun around when I crawled up behind him and hit him in the back. He swung around and shot me point blank in the shoulder. My Mistress forced herself away from the robber long enough to where she was in absolutely no danger. I heard the shot, I heard and seen the glass shatter, and I heard and saw the gunman go down. That was the last of the gunman. My Mistress fell to her knees.

Ignoring my own pain, I crawled over to her and whispered in her ear, “Mistress. Mistress, are you alright.”

She looked up at me and smiled. “Yes, I am. But you don’t appear to be so fortunate.”

For the first time I really took notice of my injury, and even though it hurt like hell, I was still more concerned with the well being of my Mistress. Cops and EMT’s rushed in to check on everyone and to attend to my wound. The medics strapped me to a gurney and wheeled me out to the ambulance. My Mistress was not far behind me and jumped into the ambulance behind me. Minutes later we arrived and I was rushed into the ER. I was put under and the next thing I knew I was awake. My Mistress was at my bedside, holding my hand and crying softly.

“What’s the matter Mistress.”

She looked up and smiled, “Nothing. I’m just really proud of you, that’s all.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

Again she smiled, “Because that bullet could have been for me.”

“Remember the day you had me come and move into your place Mistress?” She nodded. “I promised you that I would always protect you and would do anything to keep you safe.” She smiled again.

“But, even though you saved me. I will still have to punish you because I remember telling you to stay put.” Just then the doctor came in.

“Hello Gerry.” He said. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay, Doc. Do you know how long I’ll be here?”

“Oh, about two days. The wound was a clean exit, the only thing that was damaged was the skin. We just want to monitor you to make sure that you don’t catch any type of illness.” I immediately looked over to my Mistress, but she just lightly shook her head. “Well, I’ll leave you to rest.” He turned to my Mistress and said, “Visiting hours are over in 10 minutes, so be quick.” With that he left.

I turned to my Mistress, I was the one who was doing the crying. “What’s the matter slave?” She asked gently.

“I can’t stay here for two days. What will Mistress do without me?” I sobbed.

“Don’t worry about me. I lived alone before you came along and I can do so again.” She replied.

“But Mistress. Who will take care of you.” I started to get up, but she pushed me back down on my bed. “Mistress, what about you.”

“I said I will be fine.” She said sternly.

“Please, can you talk to the doctor?” I sobbed to her again.

“Doctor’s orders over ride even mine.” She said.

“But…”

“But, what? You will remain here until cleared by the doctor.” She said sternly.

“Please, no, Mistress.” I sobbed again.

“Are you back talking your Mistress?” She growled.

“Sorry Mistress.”

“Now,” trabzon escort she said softly, “I will take tomorrow off of work and I’ll spend the day with you. Okay?”

“Yes, Mistress.” She let go of my hand gathered her things, before she got out the door I said, “Mistress.”

She walked back over to my bed. “May I have your hand?” She gave it to me. I planted a soft kiss on her hand and then put it to my head. I saw her smile. “And Mistress, what will my punishment be, if I may ask?” She leaned in close and pressed her lips against mine, rubbing her tongue against my lips.

When I made no move she said, “You may kiss back.” I then opened my mouth and accepted her tongue, playing with it as she sucked on my tongue. “That is your punishment for saving my life.” She smiled and just as she walked out the door she said, “See you in the morning.” And indeed she did. I was even awarded a medal for my valor (I gave the medal to my Mistress, but she just gave it back).

“Let me see the scar.” I leaned up and she traced the scar with her red fingernail.

“Mistress, may I return to the kitchen. I don’t want dinner to burn.” She nodded to my leave and I finished preparations for dinner and called her in. I took my usual place next to her and sat while she ate the lemon pepper chicken and tossed salad that I had prepared for her. As soon as she was finished she set the leftovers down in front of me, she didn’t even touch the second piece of chicken. I hurriedly ate the meal and cleaned the dishes. I looked at the clock, it was now nine. Time for bed. I shut off the lights in the kitchen and living room and then proceeded down the hall. I knocked on my Mistress’ door.

“You may enter, slave.” She said. I came in and took my usual place beside my Mistress and lay down on the floor. “You know. Tonight I will let you sleep up here on the bed.” Without any thought of hesitation I climbed onto the other side of the bed away from my Mistress. “And I want you to sleep right here next to me slave.” I moved right next to her and climbed under the covers. She motioned for me to place my head on her breasts, I did as I was ordered. I lay my head on her breast while she resumed her earlier hair stroking.

“You know slave, I think I will give you the day off tomorrow.” She said.

“What do you mean Mistress?” I asked.

“I’m going to call into work tomorrow and I will be the one who takes care of you.”

I was worried and even a little frightened because this did not sound like my Mistress, “What exactly are you saying Mistress?”

“Tomorrow will be a day for you. I will wash you, cook for you, and will even give you a special reward for your devoted service tomorrow night. Now sleep.” Soon my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

I woke up alone in the bed. I quickly looked over at the alarm clock and saw that it read 8 o’clock. “Shit.” I said. “Mistress is going to punish me for oversleeping.” I got up and went to open her door when I saw the note attached to it. The note read, “Slave. Do not come out here. I will bring you breakfast in bed, like you have done so many times to me. This is an order and breaking it will bring about a severe punishment.” I went back over to the bed and climbed in. Suddenly, the Mistress came in carrying a tray of breakfast.

I jumped out of bed to go over and assist her but she stopped and gave me this glare. “Back into bed.” She said, practically growling.

“I was just trying to help Mistress.” I replied.

“I know but I don’t need any help. I told you about today and there’s nothing that you can do to change my decision. Now just lay down on the bed and we’ll have breakfast together for the first time in a long time.”

“Yes Mistress.” I replied and lay back down on the bed. She set the tray on the bed, climbed on, and lay next to me. She then slid the try up in between us. There were pancakes, sausage, toast, and a fruit salad. We ate in silence, sometimes feeding each other.

Finally, after a long period of silence she spoke up, “For today I want you to call me by my first name, understood.” I felt like I was shot.

“But why Mistress?” She just sat there. “But why…Jenny.” She smiled that flawless white smile of hers as she brushed some stray blonde hair from her beautiful blue eyes.

“Like I said. This is your day off and I don’t want you to tie to anything that requires your normal duties.” I nodded. “Now hurry up, I’m going to give you a bath after breakfast. Then I have to run a quick errand and tonight you’ll get a present and a reward.” Again I nodded.

After breakfast Mistress…Jenny gave me a bath. To be honest I was torn in two. One side really loved the attention I was receiving and the other admonishing my behavior, because I had vowed to always serve and do as…Jenny told me to. Even before the Mistress/slave thing, back when we were boyfriend and girlfriend. She picked up on my submissiveness and suggested we try some domination. I fell into the role of being a submissive rather trabzon escort bayan easily and just never came out of it, nor did she seen to come out of her role as my Mistress. So from that day on we just lived as Mistress and slave, sometimes going to bars that served others in what we were into.

As soon as the bath was over she dried me off and told me that she was leaving. As she was heading out the door she said, “The only thing I want you to do is the dishes, understood?” I nodded. Now this one errand will take me a couple hours but I promise that I will be home by 4 o’clock. Okay?”

“Yes…Jenny.”

“Why do you hesitate to say my name.” She said.

“I’m just used to calling you Mistress, that’s all.” She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. I immediately went into the kitchen and did the dishes in mere minutes. Suddenly, the phone rang. I picked the phone, “Hello. Mistress Jenny’s. This is her sub Gerry speaking.”

“It’s me.” Jenny said. “Have you finished doing the dishes yet?”

“Yes, Jenny.” I replied.

“Good. Now go into the living room, sit down on the couch, grab the DVD remote and press play.” When I did two people in a bedroom popped up on the screen, the guy was tied to the bed, and the woman was pleasuring the guy with a feather. The girl ran the feather up and all around his cock, balls, nipples, and then back down to his asshole.

“Do you like the movie?” Jenny said.

“Yes. I love it Jenny.” I replied.

“Well, if you like it so much I want you to tell me something.” She said.

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Tell me what state of arousal you’re in.” She whispered into the phone.

“I’m at full mast and as hard as a rock.” Was my reply. “Jenny?”

“Yes, Gerry.” She replied.

“May I please masturbate?” I practically begged to her.

It was odd because I could almost hear her smile, “No you may not.” Was her reply.

“I really need to.” I told her.

“I know. That’s why I had you play the movie. And my answer is still no. I’m almost done here.” There was a brief period of silence. “I’ll be home in about 20 minutes, okay?”

“Yes.” I sighed into the phone. “By the way. Where are you at?”

“I’m having your present made.” She replied.

“Will I like this present? Can you tell me anything about it?”

“You’ll really love the present and every time you feel it you’ll beg me to give to let you cum. That’s all that I can tell you. I’ll see you in a few, just relax and watch the rest of the movie. Bye.” Before I could say anything else she hung up the phone.

I relaxed on the couch and watched the rest of the movie. After the woman was done pleasuring the guy with the feather, she started to give him a long, slow, blowjob. The guy finally yelled out to her, “I’m gonna cum.” The woman, a rather big-breasted blonde, took her mouth off of the guys cock for a couple of minutes. The woman then mounted him and started to bounce up and down wildly on his cock until the guy then told her that he was going to cum. The woman got up and walked to a bathroom, the camera followed her the entire time. She went and retrieved a small blue bottle. The camera zoomed in and in white letters the bottle read “KY LUBRICATING JELLY”. The girl came in and started to spread the lube over her asshole (the camera also zoomed in on this too). Then she went over to the guy and dropped about three big drops onto his cock, the guy hissed at the feel of the cool jelly. The blonde slowly and expertly spread the lube over his cock. The girl climbed on the bed and stood over the guy’s cock, rubbing it against her asshole.

Suddenly, the door unlocked and opened before I had the chance to get up. Jenny quickly closed the door behind her. “Good. I didn’t think that I’d make it home to see the end.” She then jumped over the back of the couch and landed in the empty space next to me, setting a white shopping bag down on the floor. She pulled me closer to her and had me lay down on her smooth and now tan legs. In fact every bit of skin I could see was tanned to a rich golden brown color.

She leaned forward a little inspecting my erection. “Good. Did you play with yourself while I was away?”

“No, Jenny. I did not.” She smiled down at me and then we continued to watch the rest of the movie. The girl rubbed the guy’s cock against her asshole and then she slowly took it inch by inch until she had taken the entire thing. She only bucked up and down a couple of times before the guy again moaned out his impending orgasm. Again the girl dismounted, but this time she stuck his cock in between her tits and pushed them up only once when the guy gave a loud moan and shot his load. Some went into her open mouth, some splattered on her face or neck, and some just shot up and landed back down onto her breasts.
After that, the movie and TV went off. I looked up and Jenny had both of the remotes. “I’ve got to go make dinner and I want you to try on your new present.” She picked the bag up and tossed it to me. “Go into escort trabzon the bathroom and try it on, then come into the kitchen so I can see how it looks on you.”

Jenny went into the kitchen and started to prepare dinner while I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. There was then a knock on the door. “Be careful opening that.” Jenny said.

“Okay.” I hollered back. I then carefully opened the brown package. Inside was something that felt to be made of silk. I held the item up and it unfolded before my eyes. It was a robe of sorts. I turned the robe around and on the back was a red and black dragon. It actually went pretty well with the bluish green color of the robe. I put the robe on and was a little surprised when it ended just about my knees. I opened the bathroom door and then I went out into the kitchen and gently tapped Jenny on the shoulder. She spun around and smiled. “I knew that you would look good in that.” I just smiled back. “That’s where I was. I had it made just today. A friend of mine, Gina (to her it was Gina, to me it was Mistress Gina), told me where to go where I could have some really good silk items made for a real good price.” She pointed to the left side of my chest. On it were some weird markings. “That’s your name in Japanese. Now go in the living and relax some, dinner ought to be done here in a few minutes.

I went in and lay down on the couch, thinking over the day that I just had, hoping that another day just like it would come around soon. I just lay there as the silk robe brushed over my naked cock, causing the beginnings of an erection, when suddenly Jenny came in and told me that dinner was done.

I went into the kitchen and there on the table were two plates of barbecue ribs, some salad, and even some macaroni and cheese. Also was an open bottle of champagne with two glasses already poured and waiting to be drunk.

Jenny moved to the table, I quickly got behind her chair and pulled it out for her. Jenny sat down, looked up at me, and gave me a smile. I felt I could have died right then and there and would’ve been happy. I slid her chair up on the table and made the couple of steps to my chair and sat down next to Jenny.

We sat in silence for awhile eating our dinner. Until finally, I broke the silence. “So, why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”

She looked hurt. “I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?”

I nodded. “Yes, you are but why are you doing all of this?”

“All of what honey?”

“Like that. You call me honey, you cook for me, you bathed me, you let me watch a really cool porn movie and you had a silk robe with a really neat dragon on it made just for me. I don’t really know what to expect out of you next.”

“Well, expect the unexpected.” She said, giving me a smile that made me just a little suspicious of her.

“Besides. I have to have a talk with you later tonight.” Again with that damn smile.

“About what?” I asked.

“You’ll find out later.” She replied.

We went through the rest of dinner in silence. At one point, I don’t know when, but we actually started holding hands under the table; something that we hadn’t done since the first three or four months of our dating. After dinner I helped Jenny do the dishes, the entire time she was smiling. We had another couple of glasses of champagne when the clock struck nine o’clock.

We went into the bedroom and I flopped down onto the bed. Jenny climbed atop me and looked into my eyes, “Take off your robe.” I immediately did so. Jenny reached above me and slid something smooth around my left wrist. I looked and it was some kind of leather handcuff with a silken liner of some sort attached to a piece of rope. She secured the hadncuff to my wrist and then proceeded to do my other wrist. Finally, she did my ankles; I was now spread eagle on her bed barely able to move and for some reason was getting very turned on by this.

“Jenny, what are you doing?” I asked slightly worried. “Have I done anything to displease you?”

She just smiled. “You know, I’m tired of it all.”

“What, what is it? Whatever it is I promise you that I can change it.” I pleaded with her.

“You’re the problem.” She said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Your submissiveness. I can’t stand it anymore. I mean I love all the attention that you shower me with, your gentleness when you wash my body, and all the dozens of other things that you do. But it’s boring. I loved it at first but now it sucks. You never want to have sex, all you do is go down on me; granted you are very good at it, but I need a good fucking. I haven’t even given you a handjob in two years. No, tonight it all ends.” She licked her lips and started to crawl up my body kissing along the way, the way that I always did to her before I went down on her.

She made her way up my legs, kissing my cock head and balls, before continuing up to my nipples until they were hard and pointed. She moved back down and started to gently lick and kiss my cock until it was harder than it had been since we started to do the master/slave thing. Suddenly, she took most of my 7 ½ inches into her mouth. She started to suck as if this were our last night on earth. Before I realized it, I was moaning. ‘God, it feels great.’ I thought to myself.

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Moonlight Pleasure Ch. 01

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It was almost midnight and there I was, sitting at my window gazing at the stars which were clear as day and the crescent moon glistening ever so elegantly. I was feeling erotic and little turned on, looking forward to the arrival of my friend. He said he would call me before midnight, so we could go out for a drive and no doubt a bit of playtime in the car somewhere.

I met John off a swinging website and after a few phone calls and the frequent messages sent back and forth, we decided to meet. I wasn’t nervous and felt a good vibe from him, thus we became friends. We enjoyed each other’s company more each time and looked forward to our short encounters. He’s a fair few years older then me, 19 years older to be precise, but it didn’t bother me. He obviously didn’t mind the fact I was 31 and probably made him feel alive having some younger girl bring out the boy in him. I felt comfortable lying naked beside him, just talking and giggling for ages. You would think we were fully clothed and had no care in the world. He loved this and thrived on it, I think we both did.

John was a gentle soul full of passion and very much enjoyed his long kisses. I could fall into marmaris escort a long kiss all night with the right person and miss it everyday. A long passionate kiss makes me feel so warm and happy, and helps me fall into the moment much more then someone wanting to just fuck and go. John had a cheeky glint in his eyes together with his cheeky smirk you would see every now and then. He’s a nice looking guy, quite handsome to be honest and a presence that is comfortable and easy going.

I could hear my phone vibrating on my bed and immediately answered it.

“I’m outside. You coming down?” he said.

“2 secs. I’ll be right down,” I said enthusiastically replied.

I quickly looked in the mirror to see if my hair was out of place, not that it mattered as it was dark outside. I quickly slid into my dress shoes and put on my brown jacket. It was a cold evening so I was wearing my black jeans and my peach low cut top. I ran down the stairs, opened the door and eagerly left the house, making sure my door keys were in my handbag. I was living at my mother’s house so I needed my door keys as she would be in bed by 1am and the door would be locked. She always stayed up marmaris escort bayan after 1am, I guess I take after my mother at staying awake late.

I could see his small car, which I believe was a pug 206. I know this because my brother has the same type of car and is always talking about cars. I jumped into the front seat beside John and quickly got comfortable. I could see two cans of coke sitting on the dash board, which I guess one was for me and two candy bars sitting next to the gear stick box. I placed my hands down at the sides of the seat made of cloth. It was warm and soft.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey. How’d you?” John replied.

“Good good. Alls good.”

He revved up the car and drove off quickly and carefully. I trusted his driving and felt safe considering he was a truck driver by trade so was driving all the time. We never spoke much just nattered a few nonsense words and meaningless conversations with the occasional giggle. He continued to drive out of town into the adjacent town where it was more woodlands, cottages and shrubberies. The lights were becoming ever less causing the night to blacken the little light there was left in the car. I escort marmaris could not help be drawn to the stars twinkling through the misty windows, trying hard to make themselves known. John drove down a quiet road hidden so discreetly in the forest on the left and dainty detached cottages spread out far apart from each other on the right. After driving 5 minutes up the smooth deserted road I noticed a small entrance into what I thought was an empty parking space tucked in the forest. He seemed to know where he was going; maybe I wasn’t the first girl he took here. Either way, I still felt safe with him and had no worries.

He steered left into the dark area going into the forest and drove in very slowly. The lights off his car shone directly to a small rusty looking car tucked in the left corner, where I could see a girl, which I thought was a girl because of her feminine shape from behind. The outline of hair style was reflected in the light, looking like a short hairbob. She was sitting on someone’s lap, where I could see arms wrapped around her, sliding up and down behind her back. I assumed she was kissing her boyfriend or a play friend, but I don’t think they expected any company having been alone until now. John parked the car in the middle, not too far to the right of them but once he turned off his lights, we couldn’t see them anymore and became hidden amongst the blackness again.

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Money Talks Ch. 02

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The green sign said: “Welcome to Atlanta.”

It was easy to find the closest Wal-Mart, especially with my GPS. My little motor home had everything I needed! It had a small kitchen living room, shower/bath, and bedroom. Sure it was tiny but it’s all I needed for a home on wheels.

I went into the store and bought a lot of office supplies and a printer for my laptop. It was busy and I spent some time observing the women shopping.

There were quite a few good looking ladies pushing carts up and down the aisles. I packed my stuff into a shopping cart and wheeled it out to my motor home.

It wasn’t the only one there and an old man said hi to me, as I carried my purchases into the RV.

“I’m surprised they let us park here.” I told him.

“You can stay all night at any Wal-Mart store,” He replied, “Beats paying a campground!”

I thanked him for the information, and put my stuff away. I flipped up the lid on my laptop on the little coffee table in front of the tiny sofa. I stared at the blank screen for a while getting my thoughts together and began to type my own little survey.

I spent two hours typing up questions. When I’d finished to my satisfaction I titled the survey, “Money Talks.”

It was thirty questions that started out with some background questions about status. Married, single, age, and just asked for a first name so it could remain anonymous. Then I put a little paragraph explain the purpose and how it would be used for a college paper on human sexuality.

I could have called it, “Money vs. Morality” but I didn’t. Even though that’s what it really boiled down to when you looked at it. I started the questions with little stupid things that would make you look like a fool if you did them. But I always ended up with some check boxes to fill in.

By the time you got half way through…the questions got racy. The first one started with, “Would you flash your bare boobs at a sporting event or concert?” The check boxes were labeled with, “Never, Yes, and no” the last box said “I would if someone paid me “X” amount of cash with a line to fill in the amount.

The very last question was a two part one.

“Have you ever cheated on your spouse or significant other?” with only a yes or no box to check.

The second part stated: “If there was no possibility your spouse or significant other would find out what you did, would you accept money in return for sex?” followed up with checkboxes. “Yes, No, Maybe, and How much are we talking about?”

I was pretty happy with the results and wondered if I actually had the guts to try it out.

I decided at that point I didn’t… and wanted to tweak some of the questions before I worked up the courage to actually try it out. I packed up my stuff and stopped at a local branch bank of mine and withdrew twenty thousand in brand new $100 dollar bills. Then I stopped at a local hardware store and got a small safe to keep it in.

Once I’d stocked up with groceries and beer I headed for Atlanta. I don’t know why but it seemed like a good spot on the way to Florida and warm sunny beaches.

A few days later I found a nice looking Wal-Mart to park my RV at. It was nice and warm outside and I was glad I’d headed south! The front of the store had trees, grass, and a few gliders to sit on. Some folks were sitting and eating their lunches when I looked out the window and checked out the place.

It was late afternoon when I finished my supper and drank three beers to get my courage up for my plan. I put on some nice looking shorts and a golf shirt. I got a clip board from my supplies and a few pencils and sucked up my courage.

The cash in my safe was divided up into envelopes. Each envelope contained twenty five fresh hundred dollar bills so I grabbed three of them not knowing how much money it would take to talk some woman into having sex with me.

I honestly didn’t know if anybody would take my offer. It all seemed totally crazy as I finished cleaning up my motor home for a potential visitor. I’d never done anything that crazy before but I went through with it anyway hoping someone wouldn’t freak out and yell for the police!

I had a little notebook thing that held my papers and I tucked the three envelopes inside of it. I’d left them unsealed so you could look in and see all those bills. I was pretty sure someone would take me up on the offer if I didn’t get arrested first. I was going to have to be careful how I broached the subject.

I walked over to one of the little benches and swung back and forth watching the people come and go out of the store. I had a few hundred dollars in my front pocket to entice someone to take the survey. I figured if I saw the right woman some cash might make them stop long enough to fill my little survey out.

I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking for. I didn’t want a young girl because more often than not they’d jump in bed with a guy just for kicks. I wanted a better test than that, a good looking married woman sounded like more of challenge to me. marmaris escort One who wouldn’t dream of doing what I had in mind.

Once I got the first couple of women to take my little survey it got easier to talk to them. I warned them first it was adult themed and it was for my college course on human sexuality. I only had one woman read a few questions and stomp off in a huff.

I almost ran for it, but the cops never showed up. I guess since she kept the hundred bucks she gave me a break in case she had to give it back.

The sun was low in the sky and I was about to give it up. I’d spent $500 dollars and really no gained anything for it but some surveys filled out that didn’t do me any good. That’s when I noticed a woman down the sidewalk headed my way. The closer she got the more interested I became.

I thought she looked sort of like a soccer mom with her short cut black hair. She had on sneakers, and an outfit that looked like one of those you see women play tennis in. The skirt was fairly short and pleated in a dark blue color.

I could see her white button down top was sleeveless and I could see the shadow of a black bra through it as she got closer.

I guessed she might have been around thirty years old, plus or minus a couple of years. I could see she liked gold jewelry as she approached carrying a small hand bag. A big diamond ring said she was married, and she had on a gold necklace and diamond ear studs.

Athletic looking body with fairly large boobs I noticed as she was almost even with me. She glanced at me sitting there and smiled as she walked past.

“Excuse me Miss,” I said.

She stopped and turned to me, “Yes?”

“Would you mind filling out a survey for me?”

“I’m sorry I really am in sort of a hurry.”

“It won’t take long and pays a hundred dollars for your trouble.”

I held out the clip-board so she could see it. I had a pencil clipped on top of the hundred dollar bill.

She hesitated for a second and then replied, “I guess I can find a few minutes.”

She took the clip board and sat down on the glider way at the other end from me.

“I have to warn you it has an adult theme.” I said as she unclipped the money and started reading it.

The woman had nice looking bare legs and she was very pretty as she turned and laughed after reading the introduction.

“I thought this would be some sort of shopping questionnaire…I see now it’s much more than that!”

“So will you fill it out?” I asked, “It’s for school.”

“Okay…sure.”

I watched her face as she read the questions and marked down answers fairly quickly. When she got to the last page she laughed a couple of times, “This is crazy!” she said, shook her head and marked down answers anyway.

“I appreciate you taking the time?” I told her.

“Is this what they teach you in college now?” She laughed and scribbled her answer.

I didn’t have a reply for that and wondered if she would be the one to take my money. She looked cute enough and I tried to imagine what she would look like with the end of my cock in her mouth. She had nice big soft lips and perfect white teeth when she smiled.

“There all done!” She said and handed me the clip board.

“Could you wait for a minute more while I look this over?” I asked going to the scanning the papers, “I might have a question.”

“Okay, but I really need to get going.” She told me and put the bill in her little purse.

Her name was Cindi and she was 29. Married for five years, no kids and worked in an office building. I turned to the last page and read her answer to the question about cheating. She had marked the box “No” and the interesting thing was she’d marked down to whether she would ever consider it as, “Maybe and how much are we talking about with a big LOL.”

She waited patiently and I hurried trying to decide what she would do if I asked her the big question.

“Hey this looks great!” I told her, “I noticed you marked “How much are we talking about.”

Cindi laughed, “That was a funny one!”

“What would you do if it was for real?” I asked laughing a little bit.

“How so?” She replied.

“Let’s say some guy came up to you inside the store and offered you five hundred dollars for a blow-job. Would you take it or call the cops?”

She laughed out loud, “I doubt that’s going to happen at Wal-Mart!”

“You never know, you are pretty sexy looking. So, hypothetically what would you do if that happened?”

She looked at me with a big smile, “Seriously?”

“Yeah, I want to put all these answers in my paper…anonymous of course.”

She showed me her ring, “Well first off I’m married, if I was single and needed the money I guess I might think about it…but probably not…it would take more than five hundred for me to give some strange guy head.”

“What if he just gave you say…a hundred bucks to flash your boobs?”

Cindi laughed again, “Sure, I’ve done that at a Falcon’s game for free! But I’d had a few too many beers at the time.” She marmaris escort bayan remarked smiling about the old memory.

I acted like I was making notes with the pencil. But all the time I was thinking about getting her naked in my RV.

I looked up at her and she seemed to be waiting for my next question. I think she was starting to like the conversation but that might have been me just hoping.

“Okay, so let’s say that guy really wants a BJ badly and pulls out a thousand dollars cash. What would you do then?”

“Is he cute or some dirty old man?” She asked laughing again.

“Let’s say he’s average looking…nothing special but not ugly.”

“MMmmmm, maybe if I’d had a few drinks in me. I’d think about it…but…honestly… No… I doubt I’d risk my marriage over something that crazy! I’m not in college anymore, back then I probably would have taken the money.”

It was my turn to laugh, “Well at least your honest…I appreciate that!” I told her, and wrote down what she said.

“Well it was nice meeting you!” Cindi told me, “I have a tennis date with my girlfriends.”

“Just one more question,” I asked.

“Sure.”

I reached in my folder and pulled out the white envelope. I handed it to her and she looked surprised but took it.

“What’s this?” She asked and opened it and saw all that cash.

“Twenty five hundred dollars,” I told her as she flipped the edges of it with her thumb, “It’s all yours if you come out to my RV out there,” I pointed at it, “And give me a quick blow job.

“You can’t be serious!” She said, and put the envelope down on the seat between us, “I don’t even know you!”

I wasn’t about to give up that easy, “Why not, its easy money…nobody will ever know.” I reached out and slid it back over to her side.

Cindi looked back down at the envelope, and then up at me, “That’s a lot of cash, but I’m married.”

“So what, “I’m leaving the state as soon as we get done. You won’t ever see or hear from me again and you can spend that cash however you want.”

“I’ll know…I think I better go now!”

Before she could get up I grabbed the loose bills from my pocket and put them on top of the envelope, “Here is five hundred more…that’s three grand for five or ten minutes of your time.”

I was realizing that married women were expensive…but I had plenty of money and wanted to see if I could get her to do me for it.

She didn’t get up and looked at the cash lying there, “You don’t have some disease do you?” She asked not looking up.

“Nope, just a horny college guy needing some relief. You remember how guys my age are horny all the time?”

She looked up at me, and laughed out loud. “Why me?”

“I think you’re hot!” I replied, “How about it then?”

“I have an appointment to play tennis.”

I was encouraged that she hadn’t just got up and ran for the cops, “Call them and say you’re going to be late.”

“You aren’t some kind of axe murderer are you?” She asked, and she was serious.

“I’m just on vacation with no girl of my own…let’s help each other out and I’ll be gone and nobody will ever find out.”

Cindi looked back at the money laying there and slowly picked it up, “I can’t believe this!” She said quietly, and tucked the money in her purse. She pulled out her cell phone as we headed out to my RV.

I heard her, “Nan…its Cindi…Look I had something come up and can’t make it. Yeah I’m sorry too, maybe next time.”

Something was coming up all right…my cock was already getting hard as I opened the door for her and she went up the steps.

I shut the door behind us and locked it. She was standing there in the little living room looking around and very nervous at the same time. I put my folder down on the little table. I undid my shorts and unzipped them, dropping them to the floor as she watched and came over.

I pulled my boxers down and my cock sprung out and grew to full size as I stepped out of my clothes and sat down on the sofa. I saw her eyes get big when she saw it, but she didn’t say anything as I spread my legs and jacked it up and down a couple of times.

Her warm hands went to my knees as she lowered herself down in front of me. She looked at my big hard cock as I stroked it a few more times.

“Can I at least see your boobs while you do it?” I asked.

Cindi didn’t say anything and unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. Then she undid the front of her sports bra and her nice big boobs popped out. I bet she had at least 36C’s and her nipples were nice and big as she got closer and reached for my shaft.

“Damn you have fantastic tits!” I told her, can I touch them as her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft.

Cindi straightened up and got closer and let me feel her tits. They were nice and warm and soft when I squeezed them gently. The nipples as big around as quarters and they grew hard and pointed when I rubbed my thumbs over them several times.

Then I leaned back and watched as she pulled the knob towards her big luscious escort marmaris lips. She looked around like somebody might be watching, satisfied she leaned forward and kissed my knob.

I have to give her credit, it wasn’t her first rodeo. Cindi started a little slow but quickly got into it. She sucked and licked my cock like a pro until my hips were moving and then she took my load as it shot out in big spurts to the back of her throat.

“Oh fuck yesssss!” I moaned as she jacked my spurting cock and sucked so hard her cheeks had big dimples in them. My cum raced out the end of my cock as she sucked it like a big straw.

I watched her swallowing with her eyes closed with her big lips sealed tightly around my shaft just behind my knob..

I’d never been with an older woman before and I have to admit she really knew how to suck a dick! She got up and wiped her wet chin with her hand.

“Fuck that was good!” I told her, and she gave me a little grin as she started to fasten the front of her bra.

I reached over for my folder and pulled out another envelope. Cindi looked at me suspiciously as I sat back with my cock barely limp at all, “I’ll give you another twenty five hundred to take all your clothes off,” I told her, “I really would love to fuck you right now.”

When I held the envelope out she just stared at it for a few seconds. She slowly took it from me and looked inside and then back at my cock that was almost hard again.

Suddenly she pulled her blouse off and tossed it away. Next came the bra, and then she unhooked the side of her skirt and unzipped it, “I’m already going to hell anyway.” She told me and the skirt fell to the floor, “I might as well have some fun!”

I stood up as she kicked off her sneakers and stood there in her panties and white socks as I took my shirt off. I took her hand and led her back to the bed.

I turned her to face me and she held my cock to the side as I kissed her lips. She was a bit cold at first but then she started to heat up. Kissing and tonguing me while she played with my cock.

I pushed her back on the bed and took one foot and pulled the sock of her right foot. I kissed the bottom of it and she raised the other leg for me. I noticed a round wet spot in the crotch of her yellow panties as I pulled the other sock off and pushed her legs wide apart.

I think she thought I was going to fuck her right then but I wanted to enjoy it and slowly kissed up the inside of her leg headed for her pussy. By the time I did the other leg the wet spot in her panties had doubled in size as she let out a few soft moans.

I pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, and licked her swollen wet pussy lips and she let out more moans.

I kept licking her slit slowly and there was no hair on her pussy lips at all. I grabbed the sides of her waist band and pulled them down her legs and off her feet before spreading her legs so I could eat her some more.

Cindi was soaking wet as I slid two fingers up her hot vagina and started to finger fuck her while I teased her clit with my tongue.

“OOOHhh OOooo OH OH AHhhhhhh ooooooOOO!” She started moaning as my fingers slid in and out of her.

Her vagina was hot and snug around my fingers and I was getting excited about sticking my cock in it. But I wanted her to be good and turned on before I did. I kept licking her nice pussy and finger fucking her slow until I made her cum.

Cindi came hard, bucking and pulling my hair hard with both hands. Juice was all over my fingers and mouth. Cindi was groaning and moaning so loud I was afraid someone outside might hear us.

I pulled my fingers out and licked her delicious pussy juice from them as I crawled up on the bed and lay down next to her. My cock was rock hard and ready for her.

“Get over here, and sit on my dick.” I told her.

Cindi rolled over and straddled my hips. She leaned forward on her knees and reached underneath of her tummy for my cock and guided it to her hot wet hole.

Once I was inside she slowly sat up and took my dick all the way up inside of her. Fuck it felt good as she let out a moan, “Damn you are big!”

She sat all the way down until my balls were mashed between her ass cheeks. All eight inches straight up inside of her as she rocked back and forth slowly moaning. I could feel her tight vagina rubbing slowly back and forth on the rim of my knob.

I reached up and grabbed both of her nice big tits and told her to fuck me.

She started to hump up and down on my cock and I watched my pole as her pussy slid up and down on it slow at first and then she got faster and faster until she yelled and came.

My balls were soaking wet with her juice as her pussy pulsed and gripped my dick in little rapid fire jerks.

“Oh my GOD…!” Cindi groaned as I pinched her nipples lightly and loved how her pussy milked my cock.

“Give me some more head baby.” I told her and she slowly got up and let my cock slip out and slap down on my belly.

She got down, picked it up and started sucking the wet end with abandon.

I let it go on until I couldn’t stand it anymore and told her to lie down. She did it and had her legs wide open for me to crawl between them and put my dick back in her.

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After she quit her job because of the talk, and the veiled threats on the shop floor, Molly couldn’t just give up her love for Jimmy, her former boss. They had spent other nights together after their first time in the conference room and each time seemed to be better than the last. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. She lay awake nights thinking of him, remembering his touch, reliving the feel of him buried in her demanding body. She wasn’t sure if it was a matter of wanting the hot, lusty sex they had shared or if it was true love. Frankly, she didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted to be with him again. Needed to see his face, the love in his eyes, feel his touch on her body.

This was insane. She was still a married woman, he was a married man. It was true she had started divorce proceedings, but the final decree was a ways off. He had done nothing of the kind. She had become his mistress, plain and simple, and she didn’t mind that. She hadn’t yet met up with his wife, and frankly didn’t want to. From the way he had described her she could be a problem. Big problem, maybe. One she didn’t want to deal with just now. All she wanted was for him to make her climax again, and again, and again, just like he did before. It was something her drunken husband had been unable to do, despite being hung like a horse. The man was useless in bed. Jimmy could go at her for only a short time and make her climax until she ran out of breath, make her mind scream out in lust for him. God, she wanted him bad.

Desperate for him, she had called him at work and they talked on the phone for much too long. Molly tried to get Jimmy to let his assistant take over his duties long enough for him to come to her house. In her sexiest voice she had described the baby-doll nighties she wore, or that she was naked and thinking about him in the nastiest kind of way, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted from him. He would have none of it. He couldn’t leave work. It was his job to run the place, not his assistant’s. He thought he was dedicated. It didn’t occur to him that while he was on the phone with her, the assistant was doing his job, and everyone knew it. The talk continued as though she were still there.

Molly put on a pair of jeans and a frilly blouse, not wanting to call attention to herself if a neighbor should be watching, left her car around the block, walked to his door, and casually rang his doorbell, her heart pounding in her chest. It was early morning and she knew his wife would be at work. They had all the time they needed. She could feel the wetness beginning between her legs even before he opened the door.

His dark hair was tousled, he wore a T-shirt and pair of jeans that looked like he had just thrown them on to answer the door. He looked like he had just gotten out of bed. He looked so sexy that way, Molly wanted to fuck him right there on the front step, screw what the neighbors thought.

Twenty minutes later Molly was sitting on his hips, his beautiful cock rammed to the hilt in her warm pussy while she moaned out the first of what she knew would be many orgasms. Jimmy’s hands cupped her breasts, feeling her hardened nipples throb in his palms while she rocked back and forth on his hard prick. He loved the look on her face when she climaxed, that look of exquisite lust. He felt like a man again when he was with her. She seemed to truly enjoy the way they made love, not like his wife who only seemed to endure the ordeal. Molly liked sex, and she made sure he knew it.

“Come here,” he ordered, pulling her hips toward his head, “I want to taste you.”

She crawled up his body, tucking her shapely legs under his shoulders and lowered her dripping cunt onto his mouth. Red faced, she smiled a weird kind of smile as his tongue flicked at her clit. Her body trembled at his gentle touch and she purred like a contented kitten.

“Mmmmmm!” he moaned as his tongue drove deep into her lucious mound, sucking the warm juices from her throbbing cunt. Her fingers gripped the rail of the bed’s headboard to keep herself steady while she ground her hips onto his face.

Molly grasped his head between her hands, pulling his mouth closer to her hungry nest. Again her body stiffened with another orgasm, and then another. She shuddered uncontrollably as the spasms of ecstasy tore through her. Again and again she climaxed, the waves of pleasure rolling from her overheated pussy to her brain and down to her curling toes while his tongue did its magic on her. Just when she thought she couldn’t climax any more, another wave tore through her pussy and she shrieked in ecstasy. Suddenly, he pushed at her hips. Molly rose off of him and struggled, weak legged, to turn around, again lowering her wet mound onto his tongue while she wrapped her arms around his legs and bent to engulf his throbbing cock in her warm mouth. With one hand she stroked his slippery cock while her tongue licked at the tiny opening. She could feel him fethiye escort moan at her ministrations, felt the vibrations on her clitoris. His mouth covered her slit as he sucked the sweet juices from her writhing body, his tongue dancing at her hardened pleasure bud. Molly rocked her hips back and forth, grinding herself onto the mouth that gave her such exquisite pleasure. Her breasts rubbed across his legs as she moved, the friction hardening her nipples. She felt his hips begin to rise, thrusting his throbbing member further into her sucking mouth, retreating, thrusting again, deeper, fucking her mouth, probing for her throat. Molly groaned as Jimmy’s smooth pole found its way into her tender throat. She followed his hips, holding his cock deep in her mouth, her tongue licking at his ball sack. She could feel his tongue buried deep in her vagina as though he were trying to lick at her womb. Once again the stars began to explode in her head while wave after wave of orgasms coursed through her pleasure wracked body.

Jimmy’s thrusts began to increase, and Molly knew he was about to climax, wanted him to, wanted to feel him explode inside her. His cock swelled, throbbing harder now and he thrust deep into her sucking mouth, one hand pushing at her head, urging her to take him deeper while the other pulled at the small of her back, pulling her musky pussy ever tighter onto his mouth. His explosion began, the thick liquid spurting deep into her sucking throat. Molly backed away, despite his pressure on her head, wanting to taste his cum, to savor this offering to her body. His thrusting became more violent now as he emptied himself into her willing mouth, his fingers gripping her firm ass cheek, the other filled with her sweat-wetted hair. Molly’s legs splayed open further, her back arched, the full weight of her lower body resting on Jimmy’s face, his tongue licking at the walls of her vaginal cavity as she climaxed yet again, filling his mouth with her sweet essence.

The two lay together as they were for several minutes, Molly sucking happily on his slowly deflating cock, while Jimmy continued to lick at his lover’s thoroughly soaked vagina, touching her clit often, eliciting a squeal from her as a dozen mini-orgasms erupted from her pleasure soaked body.

“Damn, that was good,” he said quietly, as if her pussy would actually answer him back, thanking him for all of his work.

“Yes it was,” agreed Molly, “I’ve never climaxed so hard, or so often.” At least that’s what he thought she said. It was hard to tell with her mouth still filled with his cock. “How long do you think before we can do it again?”

“It depends on how long you want to keep doing that,” he replied stroking her head again while she continued to suck gently at the head of his pole.

“Mmmm,” she replied, sucking him fully into her mouth again with an exaggerated slurp.

“That’s nice,” he breathed, thrusting his hips gently toward her. “Only this time I want to put it here,” he said, flicking his tongue between the folds of her cunt.

“Mmmmm. Please do,” she replied, “I’d like that. A lot.” Her mouth engulfed him again, tongue running the length of his hardening member, her teeth just grazing the shaft, teasing the inflating thing in her warm oral cavity, her fingers teasing his sack. “Nice and hard,” she murmured, “Nice and hard for my pussy. That’s where you want to go, isn’t it? Deep inside my nice warm, wet, cunt,” she said, kissing the tip, stroking the smooth shaft with her fingers.

She could feel Jimmy’s stomach muscles flutter with desire as he began to thrust again in time with her strokes. Slowly she allowed him to once again penetrate her lips while she gently blew a jet of breath over the pink cock head. “Make me wet again, Jimmy,” she urged, lowering her hips back onto his accommodating mouth. Without hesitation, and with a moan of delight, his tongue returned to the succulent, naked pussy. Sucking once again on the sweet nectar of her pulsing body.

Within minutes his cock was once again the stiff rod of lust, ready to penetrate Molly’s canal. She lifted her head for a peek at her handiwork, his wet, stiff pole throbbing in anticipation of her. Blowing a jet of air on the head of it again, she opened her lips wide and slowly engulfed him into her throat, her nose crushed by his abdomen, holding him, licking at the shaft as he thrust upwards at her pleasure-giving mouth. He knew that if he let her go much further he would explode in her mouth again, robbing him of the pleasure of her beautiful pussy.

He gently pushed her away, moaning his pleasure as she released his cock, letting it slide from her mouth as she sucked hard on him. He wrapped his arms around her hips and rolled them both over on the big bed, moving to face her, taking her in his arms again as Molly spread her legs apart. Jimmy’s lips covered hers, his tongue driving deep into her mouth, hers into his while his cock eased slowly, deliciously into her quivering vagina. escort fethiye There was no fumbling of hands, no uneasy searching for the right spot. Their bodies met and melded naturally as though they had been meant for each other. He could feel the delicious, firm, warmth of her tight cunt. It seemed as though she were sucking his cock into her with that beautiful pussy. He never wanted to leave that place.

“Oh god, you feel so good, Molly. I could get lost inside of you!” he breathed.

“Stay inside of me forever. I love you so much.”

Molly’s hips began to thrust hard at his, as though she were trying to make him cum quickly, grinding at him, her legs wrapping around his thighs.

“Not so hard my love,” he chided, “Make it last. Feel it inside of you, concentrate on the feelings. I want you to climax.”

“I want you to,” she returned.

“You don’t need to worry about me. That’s going to happen no matter what. I want you to climax before I do.”

“Why should you care?”

“Because I love you, and that’s what I want for you.”

Molly could hardly believe her ears. A man who actually gave a crap about her feelings, who put her desires before his, who cared if she ever had an orgasm or not. Her soon to be ex-husband had never cared, hadn’t even asked if she had ever climaxed. Couldn’t have cared less for her satisfaction. He didn’t care on the last day of high school when he pushed her against the brick wall of the school, her skirt above her waist and jammed his big, hard cock into her until he got off inside her, and still didn’t care now that they were married.

Here was a man almost twenty years older than she was, slowly, exquisitely stroking her throbbing pussy, kissing her lips tenderly, telling her how beautiful she was, urging her to climax before he did. She wasn’t sure what she had done to deserve him, but she knew her life would never be the same. Knew that no matter what it took, she would have him for herself. She loved him that much, and she knew she always would. Every man she would ever be with would be compared to him, and many would fall short. All these thing raced through her mind while she concentrated on the feeling of his rock hard cock drilling deep into her willing body, until the first stirrings of climax began to race through her. Molly thrust her hips hard against him, her legs clutching his thighs, arms wrapped tightly around his naked back, her fingers raking his flesh. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps while the stars exploded behind tightly shut eyes. She could feel his cock swell inside her, knew he was about to cum too, wanted them to cum together, to share the bliss of pleasure.

“Oh god, yes! Oh godddd yessss! Ohhhhhh!” Molly grunted, feeling the first powerful spurts of his semen shooting deep into her womb. She grasped his head, her mouth finding his, their tongues wrestling while his hips ground savagely into her, the climax building in both of them, threatening to meld their bodies into one writhing mass of lust filled pleasure. The orgasms came one after another for Molly, piling on top of each other, each as powerful as the last until she knew she couldn’t take much more and remain sane. With one last powerful, grinding thrust, Jimmy was done. Drained, he could feel her vaginal walls still sucking at his slowly deflating cock, felt the last of his seed being pulled from his shaft into her sweating body. The feeling was glorious. For both of them.

He hauled himself onto his elbows, taking his weight off of her, their hips still locked together. Jimmy looked into her eyes and watched her smile.

“How old did you say you were?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Forty. Old enough to be your daddy, almost. Why?”

“I thought men were supposed to loose their sexuality as they aged. It seems to me that you just get better with age. That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”

“I don’t think we’re done yet,” he said simply, feeling his cock begin to harden again inside her still throbbing pussy.

“You’re kidding,” she breathed, feeling him begin to swell.

“That never happens. It just proves how good you really are,” he said, his lips returning to hers. Her mouth tasted so good. His hands reached over her body, cupping her firm breasts and he fed the tip of one of them to his lips, suckling at her. There was no part of her beautiful body that he didn’t want to explore carefully. He rose to his knees, pulling his stiff shaft from her cum soaked vagina. Grasping her legs, he urged her onto all fours. Grasping her breasts from behind her, he slid his cock back into her slippery pussy and began gently stroking her again. His hands slid down her body, massaging her back as he fucked her, stroking her thighs, and legs, sliding around her hips to find her pulsing clit, touching it gently, flicking at it while she sighed low in her throat. Bending over her, he kissed her back and neck, smelling the sweet scent of her hair. Suddenly, Molly’s legs shot out from fethiye escort bayan under her and she fell to the bed, pulling away from him, climaxing yet again, groaning, shaking. Robbed of the sweet pussy, Jimmy spread her beautiful twin globes apart, admiring the dark hole that was revealed.

“Do it!” she breathed, I want to feel you in my ass again.

With no further urging, Jimmy fitted his slippery cock to the puckered hole and carefully leaned forward. Her dark hole flowered open as the pressure increased, and with a contented sigh, Molly arched her ass up to meet him, engulfing his hardness while he leaned further, easing his pole deeper into her body, the incredible tightness of her ass raising his lust for her. When their bodies met, Molly squeezed her sphincter, clamping him tightly to her.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she groaned through clenched teeth, her fingers clutching at the sheets.

Never willing to turn down the request of a beautiful woman, Jimmy grasped her hips as he leaned back and watched with some fascination as her anal flesh was pushed in and pulled out as he thrust in and out of her with tiny strokes, loosening her sweet ass.

“Pleeeease!” she begged.

Tightening his grip on her thighs, Jimmy began fucking her tight hole harder, working her ass with long sensuous out-strokes and hard thrusts as he re-entered her, their bodies slapping together as they met, her beautiful breasts swinging, just grazing the smooth sheets with every stroke. Sweat began to form on her smooth back and she began to moan loudly while he grunted with each stroke of his hardened cock. Her ass was so beautifully tight, engulfing him, drawing him into her once again. He could feel her membrane being pushed aside as he skewered that sweet hole, stimulating his lust engorged staff, each stroke more sensuous than the last. In his mind he could see his cock spurting cum deep into her bowels and that became the driving picture in his head. Filling this beautiful woman’s demanding body with his sticky cum.

Molly lowered her head onto her hands, her mind concentrating on the feelings in her clit. Each thrust in her ass seemed to trigger a jolt of electricity in her sensitive bud. If he kept this up, she would climax. Urgent moans escaped her throat as he thrust into her.

Deep throated animal sounds began from Jimmy’s very soul, his gentle out-thrusts giving way to a violent onslaught of her cock engulfing hole. With one last desperate thrust, his balls emptied their load of milky white semen into Molly’s throbbing ass while he ground his hips tightly into her firm buttocks, jamming into her as hard as he could, as though he could jam his very balls into her tight hole.

He stayed inside her for a long time, her ass milking his load of cum from him, squeezing him tightly, keeping him hard, her clit still throbbing while he continued to grind his hips into her. Just a little while longer, just a little more and she would…

“Oh god, yesssss! she groaned into the sheets, as the orgasm suddenly exploded through her. Her legs shot out behind her and she collapsed onto the bed, her hand between her thighs, a finger deep in her pulsing cunt, trembling like a frightened rabbit. Jimmy’s cock pulled out of her ravaged ass with a wet pop, a trail of his cum following, trickling between her legs.

Molly lay on the bed for some time, catching her breath, hearing Jimmy doing the same. She felt his hands on her ass, then his lips kissing her firm globes, tongue lapping at the small of her back.

“That was so fantastic, Molly,” he said, laying next to her, their faces close together.

“Yes it was,” she agreed, her lips in a very satisfied smile, her bright eyes shining. “We’ll have to do it again sometime. But unless I miss my guess, it’s time for me to get the hell out of here so you can get ready for work.”

“Oh crap!” he exclaimed, looking at the clock. “We’ve been at this for four hours!” He was going to have to hustle if he was going to get ready for work, and clean up the evidence before he left the house. Molly threw on her clothes, kissed him deeply and slid out door. He barely made it.

* * * * *

Those who read the first part of this story and hoped Jimmy and Molly would live happily ever after are to be disappointed. The affair had cost Jimmy his job. They continued to see each other for almost two years as often as possible, sometimes long into the night, for you see, his wife knew of the affair and fought hard to win Jimmy back. She caught the two in bed together, threatened to kill Molly, confronted the frightened woman in her own home and did what she could to force an end to their affair. Ultimately, it worked. Sort of. Molly found a substitute for Jimmy and married him after her divorce had become final. Jimmy promised to leave them alone. She was fine for a while, trying hard to forget him, until he sent them a Christmas card one year. Jimmy couldn’t keep his promise. He loved her too much. All the memories of their love came flooding back to her and it was the end of her marriage. They saw each other again and the flame rekindled until she decided that her only choice was to move away for good and go back to school.

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“EEEEEEEE!!!! It is beautiful!” She squealed with delight when the door swung open. He stepped back, placed his hand on the small of her back as she clapped and hopped through the doorway.

Her hands fell to her side as she looked up, turned slowly and let out a low “ohhh”. Her eyes were twinkling and her smile lit up the already bright room. The cabin impressed her and she was literally speechless.

She walked over to the large bay window that offered a view of a valley. Snow topped mountain ridges created parallel walls that merged on the horizon.

“Do you think the snow will reach the valley while we are here?” She asked still staring out of the window.

“I believe we will receive a blanket of snow that will cover the valley and give us a breathtaking view.” He said as he shut the door and walked up behind her.

She tilted her head and rested it along side his chest as he pulled her into him. His arms wrapped around her and they stood together in silence as they marveled at the view.

He kissed her cheek then hugged her tightly then said. “What a perfect place to be away from the things of man.”

“Mmmmhmmm.” She hummed as she pulled his arms tighter around her.

“I need to go get the rest of our bags and the food out of the car.” He said as he kissed her again. “Sit here and relax, enjoy the view or explore the cabin. I will be right back.”

She felt a cool rush of air swirl around her as he exited. The view from the window was picture worthy, however, she knew a picture could not capture the memorable moment that was now forever etched in her mind. After standing in awe for a few minutes, she began to explore the cabin.

“We will definitely have a fire tonight.” She said as she walked by the fireplace and headed into the bedroom.

The California king size bed frame was made out of smooth and polished logs. The spindles that tied the top and bottom cross beams on the headboard appeared to be made of the same sturdy wood. She was tempted to get on the bed and jump up and down as if she were on a trampoline, and had climbed on the bed when she felt another rush of cool air.

She heard the door shut and then, “HONEY!!!! I’m hooooooome!” She giggled as she scampered off of the bed and exited the room.

He was standing at the kitchen counter had begun to unpack the groceries and put them away. She crossed the room and stood by his side to help unpack the remaining items.

“Honey, I can finish this. Would you like to go see the rest of the cabin?” She asked as he was closing the pantry door.

“I would love to.” He said as the door clicked shut.

He gave her butt a pat and a slight squeeze as he passed behind her.

He saw a smile spread across her face as he glanced back. He winked and blew her a kiss while walking to their bags.

Later in the evening they snuggled together under a blanket. He sat with his back in the corner where the arm and back meet. She rested her head on his chest and reclined against his body. He relished the softness of her naked skin on his and how her body melted into him.

He read to her. Lulling her deeper into him as she felt the resonance of his voice through his chest. She had her hands folded under her chin and her head tucked between his arm and chest and could feel his voice.

He stopped reading when he felt her breathing deepen and slow down.

“Honey are you asleep?” He asked barely above a whisper.

“No Sir, I am not. I am feeling your voice enter me, comfort me and fill me.” She said as she looked up and ran her fingers along his lips.

He parted them slightly, kissed her finger then extended his tongue to lick his lips as she brought her finger back across them once again. He leaned down and kissed her. A deep kiss.

As their lips parted she extended her arm and rubbed her hand across his chest and hugged him. He kissed the top of her head, closed the book and sat it on the floor.

“Tell me a story please.” She said after hugging him tightly for the second time.

He reached down for the book and she held his arm. She looked up at him with soft eyes.

“Tell me a story please. Not read one, tell me one.” She rested her head on his chest once again.

“Only for you.” He whispered.

*******

A man was walking through the woods one day and heard a soft whimpering sound. Being a man of stealth, a hunter and a man that knew the woods, he sought after the cause of the sound. At first he thought it may be a small rabbit that had gotten a paw caught in the thicket. May perhaps it is something smaller that has been injured and needs my assistance he thought.

As he peered over a small rise, he pulled back in surprise. It was a damsel and a lovely damsel at that! She was sitting on a fallen log with her face buried in her hands crying.

“Milady.” Said he in a low soothing voice. “How have you come so deep in the forest? What troubles you? Are you hurt?”

As he was talking, he had circled the edge fethiye escort of the clearing she was sitting. He was cautious and careful so he would not appear threatening. Once he was in front of her with a bit of space between them, he knelt on one knee so he would not appear as an opposing figure. Her trust is what he needed so he would be able to help her.

She had started slightly when he appeared. She jumped up and hid behind a large tree that was close by and peered her head around and watched him as he knelt.

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!” She said in a frightened tone.

“I was about to ask you the same.” He said as he smiled at her. “Since I am not the one that is in fear, I will start the introductions. I am a traveller of the woods. A hunter. A seeker. I am a thinker and I am a learner.”

He stood, walked to a fallen log and sat.

“Who might you be? What brings you here to my woods?” He asked as he rested his elbows on his knees.

“I got lost. I was with a party from my village and I got lost. They should be close by and all I have to do is yell and they will come for me.” She said as she stepped from around the tree and held her head up and stood firmly.

“Is that so?” He asked looking at her with his brow creasing slightly. “Ma’am, if I am going to get you to where you need to go and protect you as we make our travel, I need for you to trust me and tell me the truth.

“Who said I am going to travel with you and that I need your protection?” She said firmly then crossed her arms.

“I do love. I say so. You have gotten yourself into quite a fix. You need me. I am here for you. I will protect you and I will take you where you want to go. From the tracks I have seen, you have done a splendid job avoiding the people pursuing you.”

He stood up and began gathering twigs and limbs to make a fire. As he collected and broke the wood, he continued talking in his low and resonate voice. She could feel his voice more than hear him she thought. But how could that be? He had maintained a distance of thirty feet from her and yet his voice could not have been above a hushed conversational volume. It was as if his voice was only meant for her. No one else. If someone were standing one inch behind her, they would not be able to hear one word he was saying, yet, she would hear, no, feel him inside of her.

“We will stay here tonight. I am going to get a fire going love. We will sit, eat and drink. You need not worry about those that pursue you. You are with me and that is all you need to know. You will be safe.”

She approached the comfort and warmth of the fire with outstretched hands.

He worked quickly and efficiently as he began to prepare a meal. There were no lost movements in the tasks he performed. The stew he made had a rich broth that warmed her with each mouthful. She sipped on a light, palette cleansing tea that helped clear her head of the fear and dread that had consumed her. As she sipped she looked across the fire and looked at his eyes.

Fire danced in his eyes. A deep and raging fire that leaped and flashed. She realized that they were kind eyes, thoughtful eyes. Eyes that see much more than the words he would ever speak.

She lowered her cup to her knees and looked to the fire. A look of puzzlement crossed her face. She looked back up to the man only to see that he had stood and was gathering branches and leaves. She did not hear him stand. He was a quiet person. Quiet in movements and quiet with speech.

The fire in his eyes was not quiet. However, she thought the fire she had seen in his eyes was was a reflection of the cooking fire. The cooking fire was very low and had turned to coals with a small hungry flame licking up occasionally. Not the fierce conflagration she saw in his eyes. The fire and intensity did not cause her fear. She was surprised at the admittance of this feeling. What surprised her even more was, she wanted that fire within her. She wanted him to share that with her. To give her that intensity he had controlled within.

“I am making you a soft area for bedding by the fire.” He said, breaking her from her trance.

She stood quickly and muttered a soft “Thank you.”

“To be filled by his intensity? For him to share his fire?” What am I thinking she muttered to herself as she gathered moss and other soft bedding the forest provided. She had been moved in ways she had not felt in quite a long time. She could feel him looking at her with a primal desire, with want and yes even yearning. However, his self control is what impressed her even more. He was a hunter and his prey was before him. Just like a little harmless rabbit that he could grab and devour.

Her thoughts would not stop. Just as he fed a stick into the fire and the flames consumed every part that was offered, she fed her mind with the thoughts of want and desire and she had an endless supply of sticks to feed that fire. She did not think she would stop him if he made an advance towards her. escort fethiye She would not flee, she would encourage him to take her, to devour her and consume her with his intense heat.

Yet, he had control. He did not grab towards her, nor attempt to trap or snare her. She could feel him reaching for her. His hand, outstretched towards her to provide guidance. His arms and chest to hold her tightly to give her protection, warmth and a feeling of being wanted.

She felt her body begin to respond to these thoughts. She wanted to reach for him. To take his hand and put them on her breasts so that he could feel how she needed his touch. His grasp. She wanted him to take her now hardened nipples and hold them, pinch them and then guide them into his mouth.

She wanted to take his fingers and place them between her legs so that he could feel how his look made her wet. So she could let him know that this is where she wanted him. She needed his fire to enter her, not so her wetness would quench his flames, so that her wetness would stoke his fire and have it consume her.

“Your bed is ready love.” He said as he approached her and placed one hand on the small of her back and the other on her elbow.

Her knees faltered and she fell back into him. He had responded quickly and caught her then helped her to sit on the ground.

“Whoa there. Are you ok? You must be more tired than you realized.” Without another word he cradled her and carried her to the bedding he had prepared.

“I am fine.” She whispered as he laid her down then tucked his blanket around her. “Thank you. I think you are correct. I believe that I am very tired.”

“Sleep sweet. You will have no worries tonight. I am here and you will be safe. Have a deep sleep. If you need me, all you need to do is make a sound. I will be sitting behind you. You face the fire as you sleep, but do not look at the flames or the red coals. Nothing will approach you by way of the fire and I will be at your back and nothing will approach you that way either.”

Before he stood and took his place as a sentinel, he kissed the pad of his thumb then touched the tip of her nose.

She thought about protesting but then remembered her thoughts and the comfort she felt in his arms. She trusted him. There was no logical reason for her to trust him but she felt safe as he held her. Could it be because she saw his power and control within his eyes? Could it be because of his comfort and protection she felt as he carried her? She did not know.

She woke to the sound of him fixing breakfast.

“Good morning love.” He said with a child like smile on his face.

“Why do you call me love? I am not your love. I am not someone you know that you can just give me a pet name. Do you call every lady you find in the woods your love?” She said as she stood up and began to brush the leaves from her clothes. She turned away from him and winced at what she had said and how harsh it may have escaped her lips. She did not intend to sound mean, she wanted to know why he called her his love.

He gave a slight chuckle. “I see sleep did you well. That feistiness is nice to see. Well, love. I do not see you as a pet. You should also note that I have never said my love.

I do call you love because that is what I see in you.

You are on a search for something or someone. Only a person that would risk getting lost in this woods as they search for something or someone has a drive for something beyond them. That shows me that you have love. That is devotion.

I have noticed the way you look at the green leaves of the trees with wonderment and awe. That is love.

I see the way you carry yourself, the self assuredness, the strength and how you are not afraid of being you. That tells me that you have a love for life.

I could call you beauty because I see your deep beauty. Do not get me wrong, you are very beautiful on the outside too, but I look beyond the skin.

I will continue to call you love. That is what I choose because that is how I see you.”

She did not say a word after he finished speaking. She accepted his reasoning and thought that no one had ever spoken to her with such passion. Many men had said she was beautiful and lovely, but she could see how shallow and weak they were. They had no control or strength. Beautiful and lovely were words they used to try and woo her so that she would be a trophy for their egos. He however, her hunter, had control and strength. He did not back down to her when she barked her question at him. He was not intimidated by her demand, instead, he chuckled then gave an answer from his heart.

She ate her breakfast and realized she was wearing a slight smile on her face. He had called her beautiful and said she was full of love. He appreciated her and could really see her.

“You are in search of a Downy thorn apple, are you not?” He asked between bites of his breakfast.

“How did you know?” She asked as her eyes widened.

“You talk in your sleep love. fethiye escort bayan You became disturbed as you slept and said Downy thorn apple…where is it?… over and over again. I reached back and rested my hand upon your side and you calmed and slept again.”

“Did you not sleep? Did you stay awake all night watching over me?” She asked as she stood and collected his empty dish.

“I did sleep a little. I sat behind you and allowed myself to sleep when I heard the forest sleep. I would wake when it would wake. Nothing got close to you love. I made sure of that.”

He stood and began to strike the camp. When he finished, there were no hot coals left and the ground looked as if no one slept, ate or even walked in that area. He gathered the dishes she had cleaned and placed them in the pack he carried on his back.

“Come love, I will take you to your Downy thorn apple.” He said as he held his hand out to her.

“You know where to find them?!” She asked excitedly.

“Aye, I do. I told you I would take care of you.” He winked at her as she took his hand.

They travelled all day with only brief stops for rest. He had sat her down and taking her feet one at a time in his hands he traced them out onto thick buckskin. Her other shoes had worn down to rags so he made her a pair of moccasins. She liked the feel of the moccasins and how she was able to feel each step under her feet. Their trek became much quieter due to both stepping lightly and cautiously due to the sensitivity the moccasins allowed.

“I was fleeing from the people of an enemy village.” She said abruptly as they began their second morning together.

He looked at her as she spoke. He did not say a word. He looked at her and listened.

She was slightly flummoxed. She was used to someone instantly asking questions or giving advice whenever she spoke. They were ready to give an antidote, answer or their opinion as soon as she stopped talking. They never listened to what was said, they just wanted to hear themselves talk.

He looked at her and remained silent. He nodded his head for her to continue. He wanted to hear her story. He was listening. He wanted to hear her.

“There is a village that is fairly close to mine. We are friendly and kindly neighbors. We exchange and barter goods with one another helping the other to survive and thrive. However, there is a third village. It does not wish to exchange and barter with either of us. Their village leaders had decided to try and take over our villages. They wish to combine the three villages and make it one city. They are a village of people that want to take from others and do not wish to help.

Many kids in our villages have become sick. So so sick. I know of a cure for the sickness that can be found in the magical properties of the Downy thorn apple.

It is a dangerous and poisonous plant. When it is used incorrectly. I know the correct way to use the plant and can cure the children of all of the villages.”

She became quiet and they walked in silence hand in hand.

“Why would they wish the children to be sick and possibly die?” He finally asked.

“Because without the children, the people of the villages would lose the will to fight. They would be able to come in and take our villages without much resistance.” She remarked.

“Are their kids not sick too?” He inquired.

“They are, but they use that as motivation to take over our villages. They say, it is because of us their children are sick. They say, if they had more land, their children would have had more room to run and not have to live in such confined quarters. You see the village leaders live on half of the land in their village. They only allow the villagers a quarter of the land to live and a quarter of the land to plant and grow crops. They are greedy leaders and are only concerned about their own wealth and power. They are the ones that chased me. They do not want me to create a cure.”

She became solemn as they walked. He could see the weight of her world resting upon her shoulders. He bowed his head slightly and kept pushing forward. He knew the goal and he knew how to alleviate the weight she carried.

They stopped at the edge of a large lake that had a majestic waterfall that cascaded down a high cliff. The lake tapered down to a small rivulet that led to the horizon. As the waterfall leapt and tumbled down the rocks, it created a fine mist of water that painted a bright rainbow in the sky. He pointed at the other side of the lake and said, “That is our goal. You will find what you need across the lake. The Downy thorn apple is found in that clearing where the rainbow rests.”

That night, after they had collected all of the ingredients and she made the magical antidote, they lay next to one another and held hands. She had turned to her side and faced him. Her free hand lifted and rested on his cheek, giving him gentle and caressing strokes. He was pleased at her touch and she was happy to show her appreciation.

She never lost eye contact with him as she stood. She would not have been able to if she had tried. His gaze would not allow her. She was his and she wanted to be his. She undressed for him, then lowered herself and kissed him.

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A Project for Bethany Ch. 02

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Matthew tidied up the apartment while Bethany was out for dinner with Rick. In keeping with her rules for tidiness, this was a matter of re-aligning anything out of place and wiping down surfaces. He also prepared and ate a light dinner for himself and made certain the kitchen was spotless well before the arrival of Bethany’s text announcing her imminent return lit up his phone.

With a level of anticipation that had been building since Bethany went out, Matthew was ready. He had moved into Bethany’s spare bedroom when his younger sister suggested its availability after he was laid off from his work as a result of the pandemic. When he moved in, Matthew knew he was being granted a huge favor by his sister’s friend. He applied himself to meet Bethany’s expectations for a roommate, a small burden in addition to the small share of the rent she asked of him.

It was only after he agreed to Bethany’s simple rules to keep the apartment tidy that he had learned that she was an on-line erotic performer with an exclusive list of clients. One, at least, apparently paid well to watch her perform for her cameras with Rick or other stunt cocks, as she called them, in her stable of contacts.

As he waited for Bethany’s return, he contemplated those times he had fallen short of those expectations. The rent she asked of him was a bargain, and he readily agreed to anything she demanded in order to avoid being sent away. Those instances had led to him finding himself naked and across his beautiful roommate’s lap for punishment and maintenance spankings followed by corner time until she released him. In redoubling his efforts to please Bethany, Matthew accepted new rules, including a requirement to be nude in the apartment at all times. He was, however, still expected to be out of sight whenever Bethany had a guest.

A few nights after he had first moved in, Matthew had lain in bed and listened to Bethany and Rick have loud and vocal sex. That night his perception of Bethany changed irrevocably from the skinny friend of his little sister that he had remembered, to a well-developed and self-aware young woman who confidently used her sexuality for her employment and to shape the relationships around her. And that now included her relationship with Matthew.

Matthew hovered at his bedroom door, only closing it tightly when he heard Bethany and Rick come into the apartment. The first time Matthew had listened to Bethany and Rick, he spent the hours of their session with his own hard cock in hand, steadily stroking it through three orgasms. The combination of that memory and the sexual tension that Bethany had consistently maintained in the apartment ensured he was always in the same position when Bethany entertained. Already naked, Matthew’s cock was hard and dripping by the time he stretched out on his bed and listened for Bethany and Rick to enter her bedroom.

With copious precum to lubricate his cock, Matthew reached for a set of photos that Bethany had given him to help with his visualization at times like these. Professionally shot boudoir portraits, a few downright pornographic, there was one that he always seemed to be holding when he came. In that image, Bethany wore a blue leather skirt and white lace bra. Sitting on a straight-backed wooden chair, the same one she used to spank Matthew, Bethany was holding her paddle in her hands. Matthew didn’t know why that image held such power over him, but it did.

In the silence of his own room, the voices came through the wall with clarity. Matthew’s imagination filled in around the words, “Suck my cock, Bethany,” “Fuck me Rick, fuck me harder,” “Cum for me, Bethany, cum on my hard cock,” and “Oh, Rick, fuck my ass and fill me with your cum.”

Matthew came as he heard Rick groan and Bethany shout that she was cumming again. With his whole body shaking as he imagined a thick cock deep in Bethany’s lovely round ass, Matthew’s first spurt of cum reached his chest, and the subsequent spurts of diminishing power landed on his stomach. The completeness of his orgasm left Matthew feeling a little light-headed and in that mental space where the flow of times seems unsteady. He lay there, still holding his cock, as he focused on slowing his breathing and getting ready to listen to Rick and Bethany’s encore performance.

Matthew realized he wasn’t alone at the same time as he recognized the sounds he heard were the apartment door opening and closing. The hinges one his bedroom door were silent to the point of letting Bethany walk in without breaking Matthew’s focus on the sounds he was waiting for.

“Is that for me?” Bethany asked as she approached the bed, then adding, “don’t get up Matty.”

Silent, wide-eyed, and still covered with his own warm cum, Matthew twisted his head around to watch as Bethany came into his view. Bethany was wearing yoga pants in a brilliant blue material and a white cropped t-shirt. Her tousled hair and noticeably disarrayed makeup indicated she had taken no extra time to ready herself before seeing Rick mersin esc out the door and walking in on Matthew.

Matthew stared wildly, looking at Bethany, at the photo he held in one hand and his own cock in the other, and down the trail of cum pooling on his chest and stomach. Bethany held a finger to her lips to shush Matthew’s strained attempts to say something coherent. Then she grabbed the desk chair, spun it around, and pulled it close to bed before sitting down beside Matthew.

“I said, is that for me?” Bethany repeated as one manicured nail pointed at Matthew’s stiff cock.

Matthew unwrapped his hand from his shaft and left the hand fall to the mattress beside his hip. His cock remained erect, taunting him for trying to shift attention from its very noticeable presence. Bethany smiled at his confusion and discomfort, pointing at and reaching for the photo Matthew held. Matthew obediently handed it over.

Bethany’s smile broadened when she saw the image Matthew had chosen to be viewing when he came. She already knew the effect she had on his mind and body when she wore that blue skirt and white bra. And that was before he submitted to the spankings he had agreed to. Setting aside the photo, Bethany returned her attention to Matthew and spoke as she slid one finger through the cum on Matthew’s stomach and chest.

“Did our short session tonight leave your satisfaction incomplete, Matty? Did you only get to have one orgasm? This does seem like a lot of cum for one orgasm.”

In a conspiratorial whisper, Bethany added, “Did Matty cum when he heard Rick filling my ass with hot cum?”

Matthew’s lips opened and closed but no sounds came out. His entire being was centered on the single touch of Bethany’s finger as it smeared a line of cum from the center of his chest to his nipple. Bethany’s fingertip slowly circled the nipple until it was coated with cum and hard enough to prove to Matthew that his nipples could be a primary erogenous zone if Bethany played with them.

“I’m still full of his cum, you know,” Bethany said quietly, her finger still circling.

Matthew groaned softly. Bethany leaned forward, her cascading hair hiding from Matthew the contact of her lips and his nipple. Matthew moaned softly, then more deeply, as he felt Bethany tasting and sucking his nipple. He gasped at the sudden pinch of her teeth before she raised her head and smiled sweetly at him once again.

“Did you like that, Matty?”

Matthew was confused by the question. He liked, loved, the feel of Bethany’s lips on his skin. He was less certain about the biting. There was only one answer.

“Yes Miss Bethany,” Matthew said quietly as he nodded.

“Good boy,” Bethany said.

Matthew lapsed back to a mesmerized silence as he felt Bethany slide a pair of fingertips through the cum on his body. They were coated and dripping by the time she held them up while he watched, hypnotized by her presence and actions.

Slowly, Bethany brought her fingertips to hover over Matthew’s lips. Instinctively, he knew what she wanted. And yet, for some reason, he wanted to hear her say it.

“Open, Matthew,” she said, her tone gentle and without demand.

As Bethany slid her fingers into Matthew’s open mouth she smiled at his quiet obedience.

“Such a good boy,” she said, “boys always want girls to taste and swallow their cum, but so many are reluctant to taste it themselves. When you lay here and listen and cum while thinking of me, you should always taste your cum for me too.”

“Yes Miss Bethany,” Matthew said quietly as the fingers, sucked clean, teasingly circled his lips.

Bethany fed Matthew some more of his cum to reinforce the lesson while her other hand slid down to lightly stroke Matthew’s straining cock. In less than a minute Matthew’s body was trembling with his desire to cum, but Bethany had no such intention. Sliding her hand lower, she wrapped her fingers around Matthew’s scrotum above his balls and pushed his testicles downward with no added force than her closing hand.

“I think that’s enough cumming for today Matty, don’t you agree?”

Matthew’s body shook with sexual tension. He didn’t know whether he should moan at the depth of submission he felt to Bethany’s quiet control, or cry at the thought of not getting to stroke himself to that second orgasm he might have otherwise enjoyed.

“For me, Matty?” Bethany said, neither imploring nor demanding, her tone made it clear that it was up to Matthew whether or not he decided to please her.

“Yes ma’am,” Matthew groaned, “I will be good.”

“Good boy,” Bethany said as she released Matthew’s testicles from her grip and rose out of the chair.

Before stepping away from Matthew’s bed, Bethany leaned over and softly kissed him on the lips.

“Rest well, Matty,” were her parting words as the door quietly closed.

Matthew woke later than usual the following morning. The first impression that crossed his mind as he opened his eyes was how hard his cock esc mersin was. Next were the images that flashed through his mind from a night of fitful dreams, images of Bethany in various states of undress, and always in control.

Memories of Bethany’s touch on his cock, his nipple, his lips, flowed through Matthew’s mind as he began his morning routine. Showering quickly, he shaved his chin and genitals, a daily ritual that he did to please Bethany. Naked, with his persistently semi-hard cock leading, Matthew headed down the hall to the living room.

The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee that came from the kitchen signaled that Bethany was already up. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she looked up as Matthew approached the kitchen. She was wearing bright red yoga pants and a cropped t-shirt reading “The Boss.” Bethany had just finished a workout with the free weights by the window. Her hair was tied back in a pony-tail, but the way it clung to her sweaty t-shirt showed she must have been exercising for a while and had probably started on the stationary bicycle.

“Good morning, Matty,” Bethany said in a lighthearted singsong as she stepped close to her nude roommate.

“Good morn…,” Matthew started, his voice cracking to a halt as he felt Bethany’s hand wrap around his balls.

“Still feeling a little needy, I see,” Bethany said, “but remember, these are mine, and I don’t want them drained until I say so. Will you do that for me, Matty?”

“Yes, Miss Bethany,” Matthew replied in a strained voice as he felt Bethany’s hand tighten, almost imperceptibly.

“Good boy,” Bethany said as she squeezed again gently and released Matthew’s balls, “I’ll be out for a while today, and I know you have some errands to run, but I may have a guest tonight and you’ll be able to play along with us.”

Once again, Matthew’s entire existence was centered on the deliciously competing feelings of arousal and frustration that Bethany so expertly created and maintained. He knew he would be able to keep himself busy but every moment he would be reminded of Bethany’s expectations. As he watched Bethany’s hips swaying in her yoga pants as she walked toward her room, Matthew absentmindedly wiped a thick droplet of precum from the tip of his cock with one finger. Bethany turned to smile at him one last time just as Matthew raised that finger to his lips and sucked it clean.

Alone for the moment, Matthew poured himself a coffee and surveyed the apartment over his first sips. Coffee grounds and drips of coffee showed where Bethany had started her day. Her empty water bottle was left beside the coffee machine, replaced in her hand by her coffee cup. The disarray of weights in the living room and the still shiny sweat residue on the weight machine showed the path of her movements during her workout.

Matthew envisioned Bethany at each stage of her workout, sweating on the bike, stretching and balancing through body-weight and dumbbell exercises, and straining to complete her reps on the weight machine. He realized his cock was fully erect again as he placed his coffee cup down and reached for the sanitizer spray and a clean cloth to wipe down the exercise machines.

Rounding the corner of the counter that divided the galley kitchen from the living room, Matthew worked his way along the wall of windows. He wiped down the weight machine seat and back, then the handles, and scanned the surrounding floor for errant droplets of sweat to be wiped up. The dumbbells he paired and lined up in the array Bethany preferred. Reaching the corner of the room Matthew wiped off the handlebars and control panel of the stationary bicycle. He looked at the seat, imagining Bethany’s ass and pussy on its leather surface as she pedaled. Unable to resist, Matthew lowered his face to the seat, inhaling slowly and deeply, hoping to catch a hint of Bethany’s aroma.

“Oh my,” came Bethany’s voice from across the room, “you are such a kinky boy.”

Embarrassed at being caught, Matthew straightened suddenly. Spurred by Bethany’s casual laughter he hurriedly wiped the seat of the bicycle clean and headed back along the windowed wall to return the sanitizer to its place in the kitchen. Bethany headed for the bicycle and followed Matthew’s path, taking her time and appearing to inspect his work in tidying up after her workout.

Bethany reached the end of the counter and turned to face Matthew where he knelt by the sink to replace the sanitizer bottle. She wore a calf-length, sleeveless, pale yellow sundress with four-inch wedge heeled sandals. Bethany’s dress fitted her bosom closely, a crisscrossing ribbon laced at her cleavage revealed as much as it hid, and below a snug-fitting waist the skirt billowed out in loose folds that shifted and flowed as she moved. She stopped at the end of the counter and the light flooding in the floor to ceiling windows silhouetted her body for Matthew. Every curve of her body was accentuated as the back-lighting effect proved how thin the dress material was.

Matthew shut mersineskort the cupboard door and remained on his knees, mesmerized by the view, as Bethany took the half-dozen steps toward him. Pausing, she reached down and cupped Matthew’s chin with the fingers of one hand. With the ball of her thumb, she traced Matthew’s partly open lips, smiling as she felt the touch of the tip of his tongue.

“I’ll see you later, Matty, “Bethany said, “I’ll probably be home before you are. Do be a good boy while I’m not here.”

“Yes ma’am,” Matthew whispered, Bethany’s presence and touch enough to bring his cock back to a throbbing erection.

Matthew was back on his feet as he watched Bethany open the door to leave the apartment. As she slipped out the half-open door, she spoke.

“I’ll tell Janie that you said hi.”

Matthew froze in place as the door clicked shut. He placed both hands flat on the cool granite counter-top and breathed deeply to remain calm.

“Tell Janie … What!” he thought, “What the hell! They must be meeting for lunch.”

Matthew knew that his younger sister Janie, Bethany’s partner in crime by the time they finished high school a few years previously, must have spilled a lot of secrets. Those secrets and Bethany’s previous familiarity with Matthew must have assisted her in building and exercising the subtle control she was practicing. It might be subtle, and he might be submitting to her wishes willingly, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t started with an unfair advantage. His next thought brought on another rush of anxiety.

“What else is she going to tell Janie?”

Some hours later, Matthew returned to the apartment after completing his errands. Even before reaching the door, he was already planning his first stop in his room to strip off his street clothes, and then a quick shower to wash off the grime of the city. Not actually grime, he considered, but it would help with the transition from having been “out there” back to the quiet comfort of the apartment, Bethany’s apartment. Her house, her rules.

Entering the apartment, Matthew slipped off his shoes to carry them to his room. On his way along the living room wall, he reflexively scanned the apartment for anything that needed to be put back in place, a habit he had developed from tidying up to meet Bethany’s expectations. As he passed Bethany’s bedroom door, he could hear her talking to someone, the absence of a second voice indicated that she was doing so on the phone.

As Matthew stripped in his room, Bethany’s voice was strong and clear. She was not pleased and whoever she was talking to was getting an earful.

“Robert, you committed to this!” Bethany said, “We had this session arranged over a month ago. … You cannot bail on me. … No, no excuses, if you were sick that is one thing, but you’ve taken another gig, haven’t you? … Who is it with, no, don’t tell me, I’d probably just want to stab her. … Oh, I won’t, you know that, but you’re leaving me in a difficult position. … Yes, I will try them, let’s hope someone is available … And you owe me, mister, you owe me big.”

By the time Bethany was ending her telephone call, Matthew was already in the shower. He soaped thoroughly as he relished the feel of the cascading hot water. As the heat and steam eased the day’s strains from his muscles and softened his skin, he used the razor he kept in the shower to gently go over his genitals once again.

Bethany was still on the phone when Matthew returned to his room. Her tone and pace of talking had changed and she was obviously not still chastising Robert. Matthew blocked the sounds of her calls with his headphones as he turned on his computer to check messages and to find an online distraction.

With no waiting emails requiring attention, Matthew was left to his own devices. Knowing Bethany was in the next room and wondering if she would be entertaining that night inevitably shaped his online activities. His cursor migrated to a series of links he had been exploring lately on BDSM, bondage, discipline, female domination, CFNM, anything that would help him try to unravel and understand the emotions and reactions he had been experiencing in response to Bethany’s controlling presence and actions. Most of the concepts, as least as far as their porn versions were concerned, weren’t new to Matthew. But his own reactions to recent experiences were definitely new. Matthew didn’t understand everything yet, or even very much at all yet. He would have admitted if pressed, that he was beginning to see how his personality was meshing with Bethany’s in ways he had never expected.

Matthew browsed a select group of sites, ones that were mutually supportive of one another’s credibility. Seeking information, he absorbed knowledge along with the accessible stimulation via word and image. Matthew also knew where these explorations always ended up. That virtual destination was a series of links to videos of spanking and teasing, often with actresses that as closely resembled Bethany as he had been able to find. Whether or not he was under the limitations of a promise to Bethany not to masturbate, there were nights that he sat and watched one video after another until he crawled into bed.

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You’re not frightened but amused and slightly aroused…you call out. ??You’re answered by the click of a lighter from somewhere behind you followed shortly by the unmistakable tapping of heels just audible over the pounding storm. You track the slow paced movement as your captor approaches. The fog curtain parts and you see her emerge. ??Brunette hair flowing mane like across her shoulders and down her back, glistening blood red lips, red lace basque and panties connected to sheer stockings ending black patent leather 4 inch stilettos all providing sharp contrast to her pale and delicate complexion. She saunters towards you in the flashing light of the storm, casually drawing on her holder and letting tendrils of smoke wisp away in the light current of air forced into the room from the wind. Finally standing in front of you you can see her arousal evident in her hard bakırköy escort cock straining over the top of her panties. ???She scoops a copious amount of pre cum from her leaking member with her thumb and coats your lips before sealing them with her own. Her delicate tongue softly darts into your mouth to caress yours. All to quickly the kiss ends and she pulls back to study you. She draws on her holder with languid ease then reaches for your own turgid cock. She teases you with her sharp nails, scratching up the length of your shaft and over you sensitive glans. You groan with both desire and frustration at your predicament. She smiles wickedly and moves towards you again…….???Her cheek brushes yours even as her tongue feeds your earlobe into her soft smoky mouth where it is nursed and teased before receiving a small tug by her lips. The teasing of you cock intensifies and starts to include your smooth testicles. They squirm involuntary as her palm closes around them and her sharp pointed nails press and sc**** against the outer edges. A surprised “ahhhhhh” escapes your lips at the sensation of her stretching of your tight sack. She chuckles and releases her hold and your ear, stepping back again she evaluates her handiwork. Red lipstick stains your lips and ear, your cock is weeping pre cum and throbbing with your elevated pulse and your balls still roil from the handling they endured. Lost in thought she takes the final drag of her cigarette and exhales a perfect cone of smoke aimed at your cock as she ejects the spent butt to the floor and crushes it out. Placing her holder into the bodice of her corset she disappears behind you. With the glass being pummeled by the rain and wind you can barely hear her as she hums to herself. You know from your entry that there beşiktaş escort are flogging implements behind you. For the first time tonight you begin to worry. She’s not the same girl you met in the bar last night. So far she’s d**gged and bound you to a cross without a single word. What could happen next?Without the visual and physical stimulation your cock has deflated somewhat….exactly as she anticipated. Her heels announce her return to your pillory and her scent washes over you again…smoke and Obsession finally registers with your subconscious. Her hand coats your cock with a tingling lube quickly followed by a small penetration of your clenched ass accompanied with a rush of the same lube from the bulb in her other hand. Even as you begin to react to the suddenness of sensation a cockring is snugged over your growing hardon and testicles followed by the attached plug pushing into your ass. The speed it goes in left little time to process the invasion and you brace for the inevitable pain you know will arrive…..only it doesn’t. She is again in front of you…and speaks. “The lube has a mild desensitizing component and the lightest touch of GHB that I think you’ll find most pleasant, I know I do.” With that she points a remote at you and the plug deep in your ass gently vibrates sending muted pulses to your prostate and points beyond. She watches you intently waiting for the signs of the d**gs onset and as you slowly begin to slip into its relaxing stupor she kisses you. Aware yet disconnected you enjoy her lips and tongue playing against your own. Chasing and probing…promising. Her kisses and the prostate action have had the predictable effect on your cock it’s throbbing and drooling with desire.You barely register the subtle bite of the nipple clamps as they beylikdüzü escort close nor do you note the wires connecting to the small box now strapped around your stomach and further connected to the bands around your pulsating erection. She pushes a chair in front of you, it is an elegant yet obscene affair. 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