Ay: Eylül 2023

The Stud and the Porn Star

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Note: all characters are at least 18 years old.

Dean stared in disbelief at his computer screen and re-read the email. He had just been watching porn when it popped up.

“Dear deanc98, you are the one-millionth visitor to our site this month! You have won a weekend in a hotel room with Scarlet, one of our most gorgeous porn stars! Scarlet will be at your command for the whole weekend and everything will be provided. Please email us your address and we’ll send a car in the morning.”

It’s probably a scam, Dean thought. Things like this don’t happen. But he looked it up on his computer and found information about people who had won in previous months. What perfect timing, he thought. His parents were on holidays for the week and wouldn’t know he was gone. That is, if he did go. He took a deep breath and sent the email. He packed a bag and went into the gym room for a quick workout to take his mind off it.

Dean was 18 years old, 6″2 tall, with dark, curly black hair and dark brown eyes. He weighed 200 pounds of pure muscle from years of working out. After an hour of bench presses and deadlifts he called it a night and went to bed. Before getting into bed he checked his emails.

“Thank you deanc98 for confirming. A driver will be at the address at 9 am.”

It was going to be a hell of an experience, he thought.

9 am rolled around and a black sedan pulled up. Dean sat in the back and confirmed his identity to the driver. He learned that he would be going to New York city and staying in a plush five star hotel. When he entered the room with Scarlet the door would be locked until Sunday evening. Everything would be provided and room service would deliver all meals. Four hours later they reached the hotel. It felt surreal to Dean. The driver took his bag and they took the lift to the top floor – the penthouse suite. The driver let Dean in and he heard to door lock behind him. There was no going back now, he thought.

The suite was amazing. Floor to ceiling glass windows, a sitting area with a flat screen TV, an expensive looking gym area that he’d so be using later, and a plush bathroom. There was only one room he hadn’t been into – the bedroom. He crept over to the door and opened it. A woman lay on the bed. Dean gaped down at Scarlet. She was stunningly beautiful. A curvy figure, long legs, a perfect face and tits like he’d never seen before. She was wearing just a tiny bikini that barely covered anything.

Scarlet looked up. “Oh thank God. You’re gorgeous. Bakırköy travesti I was praying it wouldn’t be someone ugly.” Dean shuffled, uncomfortable with both her words and her body in front of him. “I’m Scarlet,” she grinned. “Ooh you’re young too. Just the way I like ’em. You can’t be any more than 21,” Scarlet winked seductively.

“18, actually. And I’m Dean”, he said, reaching out to shake her hand. Scarlet herself looked about late 20s. She grinned again and shook his hand for a few seconds too long.

“So were you excited to win this thing?”, Scarlet asked.

“A bit,” Dean replied. “I honestly couldn’t believe that this was happening to me.” His eyes lingered over Scarlet and he found it difficult to keep his eyes above her chest. He felt a blush creeping up his face.

“You know sex isn’t actually part of the deal, right.” She laughed when she saw Dean’s surprised and disappointed face. “I’m joking”, she laughed. “And you are…well, wow, so things might happen”, she said seductively.

They moved into the sitting room and continued chatting on the couch. Scarlet had her legs draped in Dean’s lap and his arousal was evident. “You look like you work out a lot”, Scarlet said. When he nodded she said, “I bet you have an amazing body”, looking at the shirt stretched over his chest and shoulders. “Do you think you could show me?” Dean hesitated before standing up and pulling the tee shirt over his head. Scarlet gazed up at his ripped six pack abs, defined pecs and shoulders and bulging arms. “Wow”, she exhaled, her hand slipping between her legs.

Scarlet stood up and ran her hands over his taut body, her fingers combing through the light sprinkling of chest hair. Dean’s hands rested on her hips and he lowered his head. Their lips met, tentative and exploring at first, before the kiss deepened. Their tongues collided and Dean pulled her forward by the hips, her chest smattered into his. Scarlet could feel his hardness against her navel. He was certainly eager, she had to give him that. She hadn’t expected this from someone so young. Heck, she hadn’t expected anything this good at all. She broke off the kiss and sat on the edge of the couch before him. She began to undo his belt.

Dean looked down at Scarlet taking his jeans off. He still thought he’d wake up any minute. This was beyond his wildest dreams. He ran a hand through Scarlett’s thick red mane as she released him from the pants he’d been straining against. When she pulled off his Beylikdüzü travesti boxers she had to stop for a minute in surprise. Neatly trimmed hair sat above an eight inch monster that she could just about wrap her hand around. The surprises just kept on coming, she thought to herself. She opened her mouth wide and took his pulsing head into it. Dean groaned at the sensation. All his previous girlfriends had chickened out of giving him head when they saw the size of his cock, but not Scarlet. She was blowing him like a pro. He laughed to himself. She is a pro, he thought, a professional porn star.

Scarlet licked all up his shaft, covering it in saliva as she took his balls into her hand. She paid particular attention to the underside of his head, earning her appreciative groans. Deep, throaty groans that made her wet without even being touched. She took him into her mouth again and began to move her lips down his shaft. His cock entered her throat and she kept going until her face was mashed into his abs. She pulled back and started pumping up and down his cock with her mouth with increasing speed. Dean looked down at her head bobbing on his cock and with both hands resting on the back of her head to encourage her, he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. When he warned her that he was about to cum she pulled off.

Scarlet stood back up and continued the kiss she’d broken off earlier. Dean reached around and untied her bra, letting it fall to the ground, releasing her massive tits. He cupped one in each hand and moved his lips down her throat, sucking and biting tenderly as he went. Scarlet had her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Dean moved his mouth to her right tit and he sucked and flicked the nipple with his tongue. Scarlet sighed with the feeling. When his patience with foreplay ran out, Dean moved her onto her back on the couch. She spread her legs, ready for him. Her anticipated stare nearly undid him, but he hesitated. “Where are the condoms?”

“I’m on the pill”, Scarlet replied. It was the reply he wanted to hear. He ripped her panties straight off. Her hairless pussy was already wet and ready. He slipped a finger in just to feel how tight and hot she was. Dean climbed up onto the couch, pushed her knees up to her shoulders and gripped the base of his cock in one hand, lining it up. When the first couple of inches were in her he leaned forward and rested his weight on his arms on either side of Scarlet’s head. He began to push the rest Bomonti travesti of himself into her, inch by inch, until their hips met. Scarlet gasped. “Holy fuck,” Dean breathed in her ear, “you feel incredible”.

Scarlet wound her hands into his curls as Dean began to move in her. He was surprised at how tight her pussy was, especially for someone in her line of business. Still, he didn’t mind as he pulled most of the way out before slamming his hips back into hers. With their foreheads pressed together and her inner legs pressed against his sides, Scarlet had a magnificent view of Dean’s cock pushing into her. Her gasps became louder as Dean thrusted his cock, becoming faster and faster. The room was filled with the sounds of sex: Dean’s balls smacking against Scarlet’s ass cheeks and her pleasured cries. “Oh fuck. Faster baby, faster”, Scarlet demanded as she moved her hands to his bulging thick biceps.

Dean growled and obliged her demands, slamming wildly into her. He moved his lips to her neck and bit and sucked. Without warning he pulled out of her. Scarlet gasped at the feeling of being emptied, and Dean flipped her over flat onto her stomach. He moved on top of her and into her, and with his arms on either side of her she was caged in. She loved it, thrusting her hips backwards into him as encouragement. Dean picked up where he left off, pounding into her wet pussy as fast as he could. The sound of flesh against flesh was even louder this time as his hard abs smacked her round ass. Scarlet cried out and clenched as hard as she could, making her walls cling to his cock. After a minute the tension became too much and Scarlet saw stars as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced shook her world.

Dean kept up his incredible pace through her orgasm. Seconds later he felt the need to cum. He collapsed down on top of Scarlet as he emptied into her. He stayed in her for a minute as they held each other while they catched their breaths.

They stayed like this for hours on the couch, chatting. Scarlet told Dean that she mostly did anal and that he was the best fuck she’d ever had. Dean told Scarlet that that was the first blowjob he’d ever had. They were interrupted by room service – who didn’t seem at all surprised that they were buck naked on the couch- with their dinner. When they were finished it was dark outside. Light from the city twinkled in through the windows. Dean took Scarlet’s hand and led her to the bedroom where they slept in each other’s arms.

Dear readers,

This will be a 3 part series. I haven’t started writing part 2 or 3 yet so if anyone has any good ideas feel free to comment them 🙂 Any others thoughts and opinions are also welcome. Do you prefer this or my previous series so far?? Please let me know.

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The Sitter

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I closed the front door quietly behind me, my eyes becoming accustomed to the gloom of the house. Hanging my jacket and loosening my tie, I glanced upstairs to see only the faint glow of the nightlight from the baby’s room and nothing else – and, more importantly, no sounds of crying or screaming to pierce the cool night air that I had brought with me. Strangely, though, there were no sounds coming from downstairs, and only a low light creeping under the living room door.

Walking softly, I gently pushed open the door to the living room, and could instantly see that the glowing light was coming from the silent TV, which was showing some late-night cable horror movie – I could see an attractive busty redhead running upstairs in a tiny skirt, mutely screaming, followed by a cloaked figure.

Across the room, supine on the couch, head propped on a pillow and remote dangling loosely from one hand, my babysitter Katie lay, somehow still managing to look beautiful even when sound asleep, quite the feat. Her thick long dark hair framed her heart-shaped face, and her outfit – knee-length green skirt, thin cardigan sweater (a little impractical for a comfy night on the couch, but I wasn’t complaining) – clinging to her ripe, 18-year-old body. We had known Katie and her family for about 6 years, since we moved to the area, and I’d seen the lithe brunette transform into a tan teenager who turned heads wherever she went. As beautiful as she was, though, Katie dated infrequently, and, admirably, remained focus on her college studies. Even now I could see a small pile of textbooks next to her on the couch that she must have been scanning as she fell asleep, with the TV on mute as a silent companion. I looked down at her, eyes scanning her face and body, my head full of memories.

An image of pulchritude, Katie had developed well and early, and her current 38D-24-34 figure (my wife had taken her clothes shopping a couple of times when she was younger and her parents were away) was truly a sight to behold. She occasionally stayed with us when her parents were out of town, and even though she was now old enough to be on her own, and had been for some time, she enjoyed staying with us, sometimes cooking dinner for the family, or playing piano for us. I won’t lie – having a gorgeous young woman in the house, wandering down to breakfast in tank top and pajama pants, or exercising on the back deck in tight yoga pants, did wonders for my libido. I found myself especially randy on the nights Katie stayed with us, and would screw my wife with a notable vigor, my mind racing with the possibility of Katie in the next room, hearing us fuck as she lay in bed.

I had come to terms with the strange mix of feelings I had for Katie – that of a surrogate father, who wanted to help take care of and nurture her, as well as the dark lusts that she stirred up within me – and we had a comfortable, slightly flirtatious relationship. We would often sit up and have a couple of beers when my wife was working late (which, these days, was increasingly often) and she was warm, witty and pleasant company, her throaty laugh filling the room and her wide, dancing eyes marking me, telling me that she knew all of my secrets.

Even as this thought flitted through my head, those deep brown eyes opened and Katie stirred, propping herself up on one arm, her ripe tits pushed together into the V-neck of her sweater, the deep cleavage enticing. I forced my eyes to lock onto hers as I smiled.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” I said softly.

“Griff!” Katie started, looking around. “I’m – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, is the baby-?”

I laid a comforting hand on her upper arm. “Shh… the baby’s fine, sound asleep upstairs.” I gestured to the monitor on the dresser, from which issued the soft sounds of breath. “The baby made it through a few hours, so I guess you get paid tonight,” I added, smiling.

Katie sat up, rubbing the sleep out of one eye daintily, and I sat next to her on the couch, turned to face her with my arm along the back of the cushions. “You’re such a tease,” she said, lightly slapping my wrist. “You know you never have to pay me, I like to help out so that you guys can go out and romance it up.” She winked exaggeratedly, giggling.

I frowned. “Fat lot of good that did tonight,” I said.

Katie instantly picked up on this, sliding a little closer, a hand on my knee. “Something up, boss?” she asked with a smile – always trying to cheer everyone up.

“Ahh, you don’t want to hear my troubles,” I said, patting her hand. The night’s young, I’m sure you could still go out clubbing.”

“Griff,” Katie said, sternly but with the ghost of a smile still on her perpetually pouty, bee-stung lips, “I’m sitting right here, ready to hear all about it. But first – how about I get you a beer?”

A smile crossed my face again. “You’re an angel, you read my mind.”

“Don’t you move, mister man,” Erenköy travesti she said, bouncing from her seat and hurrying to the kitchen, her firm ass switching in the little skirt. I felt an inappropriate thought about her – probably the millionth – cross my mind, and silently cursed myself for it, feeling like a dirty old man. Never forget, you’re 20 years older than her, I told myself. Before I could chastise myself further, Katie popped back into the living room, 2 cold bottles of beer in hand, and sat with me, closer still this time, putting one in my hand and taking a sip from hers. “Shoot. Tell Katie all your troubles,” she said, her head on one side, coolly regarding me with those amazing eyes.

“Not much to tell,” I began, taking a sip myself. “Things were going fine – well, not bad – when I dared to mention that Jen’s been working late a lot, working weekends, and we haven’t had a lot of time together. She took it badly, kind of blew up at me.”

“Poor thing,” Katie said, rubbing my knee. “I can’t say I’m surprised, though. Maybe it’s not my place to say –”

“No, go on, please,” I urged, smiling at her.

“Well, it seems like she’s putting a lot on you. Working all those hours, expecting you to pick up the slack around here – I’m learning all about it in my social studies class, she’s cast herself as the victim. Has… has your sex life slowed down, too?” she asked, looking down.

“It’s like you’ve been peeking in our bedroom, cutie,” I said, shaking my head. “She hasn’t come near me in months.”

“That’s what I thought,” Katie said, her hand still on my knee, stroking softly now. “Sorry, I interrupted your story, please, go on.” I dragged my eyes from the deep well of her cleavage to her pretty face and smiled reassuringly before continuing.

“Things got worse when a girl from my office saw me and came over to say hello. As soon as she walked away from our table, Jen practically accused me of sleeping with her. After the meal she announced she’s sleeping at her sister’s house tonight.”

“Why would she do that? Accuse you of sleeping around?”

“Well, I can understand – a little. This girl, Bryce, is very flirty, and she was pretty much ignoring Jen.”

“What does this – girl – look like?” Katie asked, sipping from her bottle.

I looked up, as I remembered Bryce stopping at our table, touching my arm, thrusting her boobs in my face. “She’s an intern, maybe 19 or 20 – about 5’8, long dark curly hair, big brown eyes, big tits – and she knows it. She shows them off whenever she can, and dresses kind of slutty.” As I looked back down, Katie was smiling, her eyes alive, like we were sharing secrets.

“So is that your type?” she asked, giving me a knowing smile, knowing full well that, physically, I had pretty much just described my teen babysitter to a tee.

“Well, aside from the slutty part,” I admitted, setting my beer on the table. “I like my girls to look a little more professional and demure.”

“You like them to act that way, too?” Katie asked, leaning closer.

“In public, sure,” I said, leaning in conspiratorially, enjoying this. “But in private, when we’re all alone…”

“A total slut?” Katie asked. “Someone that will do whatever you say?”

“Something like that,” I replied, not losing eye contact, a wry smile on my face. The beer, along with the wine I’d had with dinner, was creating a low buzz in my head and I knew I shouldn’t be having this conversation with Katie, but something else told me to press on. I was talking about sex with a beautiful young brunette, which was certainly the highlight of my night.

“Griff?” Katie asked, biting her lip, a slight look of nervousness crossing that beautiful face.

“Yes, Katie?”

“You know we can trust each other, right? And that I would never dream of betraying your confidence – to anyone?”

“Of course, sweet thing,” I said, patting her hand. “I trust you completely.”

“Good. So did you fuck that girl?”

I almost spit out the mouthful of beer I had just taken; laughing and coughing, I set my bottle down. “Excuse me?” I said, still smiling.

“Bryce, the girl who was flirting with you at dinner. The one who’s your type – almost,” she corrected, smiling. “Is your wife right? Did you fuck her?”

Hearing that word from the mouth of this innocent young girl was shocking but, I had to admit, arousing. We had never talked this frankly before. I shook my head. “No. No, I didn’t,” I answered.

“Never even thought about it? Not even one innocent little kiss?”

I tried to maintain my serious, innocent face, but it didn’t last and a smile broadened there. “We did have a little make-out session at the New Years’ party at work, just a little drunken grope in one of the conference rooms,” I admitted, remembering the brief tryst on the huge oak conference table, with Bryce’s tongue in my mouth and my hands on her luscious ass, her legs around me as we ground together.

“Just kissing?” Beşiktaş travesti Katie asked, leaning further forward now, pupils dilated, as excited by this conversation as I was. “This sounds like a pretty hot girl. You didn’t get to second base?” she asked, eyebrow raised. “Third? Alllll the way to home plate?” she added in a breathy, sex-operator whisper.

I shook my head, too far gone now to pretend innocence; I had to tell the whole truth, grateful in a sense to have someone to finally tell the secret to. “I had her tits out of her bra and I was sucking on them while I rubbed her pussy through her panties – she was shaved, and so fucking wet – I made her cum that way. “

“Lucky girl,” Katie said; her voice was low now, almost lustful. “Did she return the favor?” Katie’s eyes darted to my crotch, where the memory of my New Years’ Eve liaison was evident in my growing hardon.

“She went down on me,” I said, my mouth dry, cock aching-hard now, from the frustrating evening I’d had and from this sexually-charged chat. “She was good, too. No gag reflex that I could tell.”

Katie’s chest was heaving a little faster now, and her cleavage was slightly flushed and pink. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swore I could see her nipples stiffen and push at the material of her sweater. “Did she… swallow it? Did you cum in her mouth?”

“Partly,” I said, dragging things out – I was enjoying turning this teen sexkitten on, seeing her in a whole new light. We were practically face-to-face now on the couch, an electrical charge building between us.

“Griff?”

“Yes, Katie?”

“Where did the rest of the cum go?” Katie said, licking her glistening pink lips.

“I shot some of it in her mouth, and the rest on her tits. She cupped them and held them up so I could milk my cock dry onto them, then –”

“And then what?” Katie said, her hand on my arm, fingers digging into pliant flesh.

“Then she licked the cum off her tits, and sucked my cock nice and clean… before we rejoined the party.”

There was a long pause; Katie’s eyes bored into mine, and her nipples were now obviously poking at her sweater. She set down her beer, returning her gaze to mine.

“Have you fucked her since?” she asked, biting her lip, her voice coy now.

I shook my head. “We’ve exchanged a few flirty looks at work, but no.”

“I bet she wants to. I can’t blame her. You’re a good-looking man, Griff.”

I threw out a tester. “A good looking married man,” I said.

Katie shrugged. “I can read between the lines. Jen’s not exactly nice to you, and she’s never around. I can’t blame you for responding when a pretty young thing flirts with you, or wants to get closer to you -‘ she slid a little closer on the couch, out thighs pressed together, the heat of her firm young skin transferring to mine ‘ – or even when a young woman – maybe even one you’ve known for a long , one who’s always looked up to you – tells you that she wants nothing more, right now, than for you to pound the shit out of her.” Katie grabbed hold of my tie, pulling me closer to her, and my hands slid around her waist. “I wouldn’t blame you at all.”

In an instant, my tongue was in Katie’s sweet, hot mouth, and my hands closed over the perfect globes of her ass through the skirt, pulling her onto my lap. As she parted her legs, straddling me, the skirt slid up around her waist, and as I looked down, I could see her panties rubbing against my straining hardon. Katie pulled hard and my tie slipped free and flew off; she was mewing as she kissed me, grinding hard against my crotch and panting.

“Why’d you have to tell me about fucking that lucky little slut’s mouth?” she said, between kisses, her hands on my chest, unbuttoning my shirt. “I was being such a good girl, and now you’ve got me so fucking wet I can’t stand it, Griff.”

“Are you jealous?” I said, unbuttoning her skimpy sweater to reveal her full, ripe tits in a black bra that matched her panties.

“FUCK yes!” Katie groaned as I kissed my way down between her tits, sighing as I tasted her, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I get jealous enough when you fuck Jen in the next room… I can hear her moaning, taking your big cock, begging for more… I lay there, and I shove my dildo in my pussy till I cum hard… I put my pillow over my mouth so you can’t hear me…”

I had her bra off now; it lay in a pile on the floor with her sweater and my shirt. “Well, I want to hear you tonight, babygirl,” I said, licking her nipples, making her moan. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh… god, yes, Daddy… please… PLEASE fuck me hard, fuck your babygirl, I’ve wanted it so fucking long…”

Everything seemed hyper-real; the light in the room from the flickering TV screen seemed drawn to Katie’s smooth skin as I ran my fingers over her. My hands were inside her panties, kneading her ass cheeks, while I suckled on her hard, pink, pencil-eraser nipples, biting gently, making her gasp and Avcılar travesti cry out. Katie was grinding hard, rubbing her pussy up and down on my bulging erection through our clothes, tongue flickering at my earlobe, her breath coming in quick pants, pulling back to cup my cheeks and look down into my eyes, dark passion written across her face. All of this seemed like a sudden, intense dream, but Katie’s fingers hungrily tugging at my hair as her tongue flashed across my lips let me know it was very real.

“I never knew…” I began, drinking in her beauty. “I didn’t know you wanted this.”

“Griff, I’ve wanted this… wanted you… for the longest time. I didn’t want to cause trouble; didn’t want to be a home wrecker… but you know what?”

“What?” I said, smiling, licking at her fingertip as she touched my face softly.

“If that bitch isn’t treating you right… then I will.”

In one fluid movement, Katie slipped off my lap, kneeling between my parted legs, wearing only her college-girl skirt and panties, dark hair tumbling around her face, covering one eye as she smiled up at me. She ran her hands down my bare chest, and stroked my thighs as she cooed in delight at my throbbing hardon, threatening to burst out of my pants at any moment.

“This is all mine tonight, Daddy,” she said, leaning forward to lick along the pulsing ridge of flesh, hands gripping my thighs as she kissed up and down, my prick responding, pulsing harder, like an iron bar now. “Do you want me to take it out? Does Daddy want me to… lick it?”

I nodded dumbly, fingers digging into the couch, beyond lust now, hungry for this girl like never before, months of pent-up passion built up in me far past the point of no return. My head was buzzing with desire; if Jen had walked in right then, I would have happily fucked Katie on the rug while she watched. Katie was grinning wickedly, shaking her head, dark locks bobbing.

“Uh-uh, Daddy. That’s not how it works. You’re gonna tell me what you want… every… dirty… little… thing…” she purred, between kisses on my thigh, “and Katie’s gonna do it. Whatever Daddy wants tonight… you’re in charge. I know that’s what you want… what you’ve always wanted. You’re a man who deserves what he desires… so take it.”

Her dark, lustful words filled my chest with fire; it had been too long since I’d been the man I used to be, the cocksure college boy who did as he pleased. I felt him pushing to the forefront of my mind; tonight he would come back. Tonight would change everything.

I stood up, my pulsating hardon in Katie’s face as she knelt before me, her hands placed primly on her knees. She bit her full, plump lower lip, gazing up at me, long eyelashes fluttering prettily.

“Take my cock out, babygirl.”

A grin flashed across Katie’s glossy lips, but she immediately returned to an expression of mock-servility. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathed.

Katie kept her eyes on mine, large, brown and deep, as she unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pushing them down to my ankles, my boxers tented before her. Katie slid her hands up my thighs, licking her lips as she breathed on my hardon, making it pulse anew.

“Like this, Daddy? Am I doing good?” she asked, her voice becoming more and more a breathy, innocent-little-girl whisper. I nodded indulgently, stroking her hair, making her close her eyes and lean into my hand, smiling.

“You’re doing fine, baby. Keep going, I want you to see everything.”

“And… then I can taste it?” she asked, her voice full of Christmas-morning excitement. My smile widened.

“Yes, Katie, baby. If you’re good, you can taste it.”

“Goody,” Katie murmured, licking at my cock through my boxers, up and down, opening her mouth around the head, gently suckling it through the cotton. I moaned, my hand still on her head, watching her close her eyes and savor it, like she was getting her first-ever taste of some sweet treat.

“UhhmmMMMMmm…” she moaned, releasing it from her full lips with a wet pop. “Oh, Daddy Griff…” she trailed off as her nimble fingers worked at the waistband of my boxers, pulling it out… and then down, releasing my cock from its prison. It bobbed free, pulsing in her face, and as she bent to lower my boxers, and raised back up to face it, the throbbing head slapped against her soft cheek.

“Oh, Daddy,” the hot little brunette groaned, smiling, immediately gripping the shaft gently with her small hands and stroking gently up and down. Her ministrations caused my foreskin to slide back, the swollen purple head pushing free, hot and seemingly bigger than it ever had been before. Katie leaned in, eyes closed in apparent ecstasy as she rubbed my stiff, thick cock over her face like it was an ice pack on the hottest day of summer. Each time the head passed over her wet, parted lips, she gave it a soft kiss or a gentle lick, lapping at it like a thirsty kitten, causing pyrotechnic sensations to shoot up my spine. I sucked air through my clenched teeth, winding her long dark curls in my fingers, gripping a hank of hair to guide her head. Katie got the message and looked up at me expectantly, eyes full of innocent wonder.

“What should I do now, Daddy?” she asked, her voice carrying only a hint of teasing.

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The Sound of Heels

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My studio is in the north end of my loft where there’s lots of daylight and plenty of space for a large computer set-up, 3-d printer, flat files and so on. I’m a partner in an architectural firm, but can usually work from home. The past few years in my loft have been blissfully quiet since both the apartments upstairs and downstairs have been seldom used pied-a-terres.

That changed two weeks ago. The floors of my pre-war building are substantial enough to block most ambient sound, but apparently not the penetrating click of high heels. Back and forth, day and night, that new sound upstairs is annoying, of course, but it’s particularly distracting for a man like me who has a thing for heels. I love a woman in high heels. With heels, stockings, panties, garters, corsets, any and all types of lingerie, a beautiful woman can have me from hello. Maybe it’s a thing about lingerie and architecture, you know, support, structure, decoration, etc.

The ‘hello’ from upstairs came late one afternoon in the form of a slow dripping leak in my ceiling that was falling much too close to my computer. Someone was home upstairs, the heels were clicking, so I raced up there and knocked. After a little through-the-door introduction, the door opened.

“Hi, I’m Nancy, what’s up?” said a young woman who was not in heels, but still gorgeous. Nancy was a tall and sexy brunette dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt.

“Oh hi” I said,” sorry to bother you, but there seems to be a leak coming down from your place at the north end of the apartment. It could be the radiator in which case I may be able to fix it if I could have a look. Do you mind if I check?”

“Sure, that’s my roommate’s bedroom. I think she’s about to go to work, just a sec.. Sharon?” she called down the long hall.” There’s a nice gentleman from downstairs who says your room is leaking and he wants to check you out, I mean check it out.” She winked at me. Cute.

“Sharon…?”

“Coming” said a sexy voice, ” just let me slip something on..” A couple of minutes went by while I made small talk with Nancy.

“Sharon…We’re waiting”

The heels clicked back and forth and then headed in our direction.

Wow, I watched Sharon come down the long hall, working it like a pro on a catwalk. Tall, blond, and stunning, her hips swayed, the heels snapped, her long hair flowed back and the full red lips smiled, long legs moving as if she were in slow motion. She gave me enough time to take a long look. Above her five inch stilettos, her short silk dress was thin and flowing so that it beautifully revealed to my experienced eye the edges of garters and stockings and some kind of corset that pushed her perfect tits up and out, but left the nipples naked and erect beneath the caressing silk. When she stopped in front of me, I was enveloped by a rush of heady perfume and the unmistakable smell of wet pussy that made my head spin. What had this beauty been up to down the hall?

“Sorry to keep you waiting” she gushed as she took my hand. “I’m just getting ready for work, you know, a night shoot. Tonight it’s lingerie and that always gets me a little wound-up, so I was just trying to get myself pumped, I mean, you know, ready, when I heard Nancy call. I know you get the same way, don’t you Nancy? Sometimes I get a little out of control at those shoots if I haven’t, um, released some energy first! I mean it’s pretty wild to have so many watch me practically naked.’

She gushed on, but I hardly heard her except for the sexy giggles. I was too busy enjoying her wiggle her hips and play with her hair.

Nancy shot us a look and said, “Well, I’ll let you two check out the steam, I’ve got to change as well. Nice to meet you David. By the way, what do you do besides rescue maidens in distress?”

“I’m an architect and I have a home studio just below Sharon’s bedroom. Thus the concern about the leak.”

“Oh God, I forgot about the leak”, said Sharon. “Wow, so, a sexy nerd architect? I’ve always wanted one working under me. Imagine you, hard at work down there and I’m just dripping on you! I’m so sorry! Let’s go take a closer look. Follow me Mr. Architect.”

“Lead on.” I said and she glanced over her shoulder with a killer smile, a wink, and a giggle.

She led me like a drooling dog on a leash while I was stammering nonsensical small talk behind her. My god, what a stunning view, her dress’s hemline brushing over her perfect round ass, each rolling cheek showing the straps of the tight garters pressing flesh and the lower lace edge of her corset stretched under the fabric. When her dressed flipped up with each bump and grind, I could see that the top inner edge of her stockings were stained and wet with a bead of moisture collecting at the lace trim. No wonder she smelled so delicious. I seriously had to arrange my raging hard-on before we reached the bedroom door. Of course, Sharon turned around just as I did so. Her eyes went right to my bulging crotch, looking pleased by my reaction. Just another smile and a giggle as she pulled me in.

“Sorry Ataköy travesti about the mess”

Sharon paused in front of the huge floor length mirror opposite her bed to check herself out. I checked out the room, a room from my fantasy heaven. Lingerie and dresses were scattered all over the furniture, racks of high heels were visible in the open closet. The walls were hung with huge glossy fashion shots of Sharon, a number of which were stunning lingerie shots from lacey to latex. The bed was just turned down and I couldn’t help noticing a dildo sticking out from under the pillows and an open bottle of lube on the nightstand. For ‘releasing some energy’ before the show, no doubt.

Sharon let me take it all in while she primped in the mirror, running her hands over her luscious body in the pretense of smoothing her dress. She licked her red lips and smiled.

“Let me show you that steam, David. I think the radiator is over here on the other side of the bed. Come.” She took my hand. “Oh yeah, look at that, I think you’re right. That’s steam, right? Let me get a closer look.”

Sharon bent over at the waist with her legs slightly parted. I just about came in my jeans as I watched her dress ride up over the curves of that fine ass until her thong covered pussy came into view followed by the thin strap that stretched over the jeweled end of a buttplug. The tops of her thighs were glossy with cunt juice and a bead of lube rolled down from that beautiful toy. What an incredible sight.

She stayed bent over like that, teasing my brain to hell, and casually said, “Oh my god, yes, it’s really dripping down here. Do you think you can plug it with something? We’ll need something big I think.” She straightened up. “Come take a closer look, David.”

She let her breast graze my arm as I came over to the radiator and got down on my knees. The valve was dripping down and obviously leaking through the floor into my empty apartment.

“I just need to screw it closed, but the valve is very hot. Do you have a towel or something for me to wrap around it?”

Sharon handed me a bunched up silk chemise. “Go ahead”, she said, “It’s all stained anyway. Go ahead and screw it in for me, David.”

I gingerly shut the valve, wiped my hands on the sweet little chemise, and turned on my knees to find Sharon about a foot away sitting on the edge of the bed. All I could think of was that she was sitting on that pretty buttplug up her ass. Just to remind me she rotated her hips just slightly as she ran her fingers up her stocking thighs.

“Your good with tools aren’t you, Jason.. Did you see the steamy leak I’ve got here above my stockings?”

She was rubbing the dildo from the pillows over her wet skin.

“See right here, see I tried to plug it with this fat tool, but it just makes it wetter! And when I suck it I get very sloppy wet.” She licked the black rubber shaft and then sucked it in and out letting a thick bead of saliva drape from her curved tongue to its dripping tip.

What a perfect cockteaser. I stood before her with an aching bulge in my crotch as I watched her slide back against the pillows, pull up her long legs, and plant those nasty stilettos on the bed to spread her thighs. Her dress was bunched up around her waist.

“I think you like what you see, David.” She giggled. “I think we both like what you see, all that hot lingerie wrapping me up like pink candy. Take it out, show me what I do to your cock, I want to make it so, so hard.”

“Take a good look, you sweet little tease.” I unzipped and let me pants drop. I pulled out my raging hard-on while I watched her run that dildo up her stocking thighs, over the tight garter straps, and onto her wet satin thong.

She tapped the dildo on the jewel of the buttplug making her cheeks clench with little jumps.

“oh yeah,” she sighed as I stroked my dick, “mmm, nerdy architect boy has a nice thick cock, oh that’s hot, you’re so hard for me that it’s sprung right up flat against your abs. I haven’t seen a cock that eager since I was a school girl.”

She rubbed the dildo over her wet thong, “Maybe I’ll wear my old school skirt for you sometime while we play teacher. I like getting my white satin school panties smacked with a ruler while I’m bent across a desk. But maybe later, cause right now you’re going to pull my thong aside just like this and shove that big dick into my wet pussy just like I’m shoving this dildo in now. mmm” She pushed that fat toy all the way in, pumped herself a few strokes and then rose up on her knees until my cock was in her face.

“Give it!” Sharon grabbed my cock with her right hand as her left worked the toy in her cunt. She stared up at me licking my shaft as she rotated her fine hips. She worked over my cock with a sloppy suck punctuated with the sluttiest talk.

“mmm, so good, so hard, look at us in the mirror, that sexy slut sucking your cock so good. In the mirror, I’m like a porn star, right? Look at me, look at my photos, think about how you want to Bahçelievler travesti fuck me, which pose, which position, I’ll do anything you want, anything, just fuck me hard. But first, you’re going to come in my mouth, on my face, on my tits, I’m gonna suck your cock and swallow your hot cum. Give it to me!”

I watched us in the mirror as she got seriously busy worshiping my cock. Sharon moaned as she took it deep. She worked it with both hands, played with my balls while she swirled her tongue over the fat head. God, she was talented. Five minutes of expert sucking and nasty talk and I felt my orgasm building.

“Here it comes you hungry slut, fucking take my hot load!”

“Yes! Give to me!” She gasped. She didn’t pump it into her open mouth like a pornstar, she milked my cock with her mouth and hands and as I came hard she swallowed spurt after spurt letting the last couple of hot jets splash her face. She smiled up at me licking her lips as my come rolled down her chin. She pulled that dripping dildo from her cunt and rubbed it over her cummy lips, giggling and flicking the tip with her tongue.

“Watch me.” She slid of the bed and let her dress fall to the floor. She was so gorgeous in her tight corset, stockings and heels. “You like this, don’t you? She said as she ran her hands over her breasts and down the tight satin curves. Her eyes on the mirror, she turned and shimmied, “Oh yeah, my tits look really hot pushed together like this. Don’t you love my ass with these garter straps? I just live for lingerie and heels. I’d like you to see it all.”

Yes, I was mesmerized by her fine ass as she slowly walked over to the mirror especially with that incredible jeweled buttplug wedged in there, wagging side to side. My cock was already getting hard again which was clearly the effect she was after.

“Yes, baby, that’s right. I’m making you hard again, aren’t I? I going to make you rock hard so you can fill my pussy up, fill it with that big fat cock. Come fuck me, please fuck me like this.”

She stood facing the mirror watching me in the reflection. She licked the suction cup at the base of her dildo and stuck it on the mirror in front of her mouth. With her long legs spread, she arched her back showing me the thong pulled aside exposing her plugged ass and her open wet pussy. She spread her cheeks with both hands while she sucked on the bobbing dildo, face fucking herself in steady strokes. Her eyes were locked on mine in the mirror as I approached her, my throbbing dick in my hand.

I pressed up against her beautiful ass. My cock was in heaven sliding up her crack, bumping over the end of the buttplug, hitting the bottom edge of her corset. I reached around and squeezed her tits while she ground her hips into me. Oh God, she was so hot, moaning while she slobbered over that dildo..

“Let’s fill all your holes, you slutty little tease.” I slapped her ass and she whimpered, I took my cock head and rubbed it over her clit, tapped it, slipped it through her dripping crack. She arched out to get me in, but I only gave her the tip, bobbing in and out just an inch or so. She tried to speak, but I grabbed her by the hair and kept her mouth rammed full of rubber dick.

“Not yet, gorgeous. I’m going to tease you right to the edge, just like this until your pretty cunt lips kiss my cockhead like a hungry mouth with a rocking orgasm. Yeah, a little pussy tease until you’re really desperate. Too bad you can’t beg too well with your mouth so stuffed. Oh you look so good. I know you think so, I see you watching yourself. Look down as I slid my big cock between your legs so it pokes out in front of your cunt, almost like you have a cock of your very own.

That’s right reach down and stroke the slick head as it thrusts out just like your jerking off your own cock, push it up hard against your slit, yes good girl, fell it’s ridge bump over your hard clit. Come for me! Do it, come on my cock, you fucking slut!”

I rammed her face down on that dildo with each thrust of my hips until she was gagging and drooling, until I felt her pussy begin to twitch. I pulled her head back to hear her moan and beg. She didn’t disappoint me.

” Oh God, yes, I’m coming, ahh, please give me your cock I need it so hard and deep, fuck, fuck, fuck me now!” I gave it to her. It felt so awesome to push my cock into her grasping hole, so tight, so wet, sucking me in as I shoved it in balls deep with one relentless push. She pushed back to take me, gasping and grinding. I grabbed her corseted hips and pounded her, rutting into her with her face pressed up against the mirror, which was a mess of drool and lipstick. I grabbed her by the hair again and forced her mouth onto the dildo, which she took like a pro. Such a hungry cunt!

Moaning over the shaft in her mouth, she came hard, her cunt rippling over my pounding cock. I let her ride out the long wave of her rolling orgasm and then made her gasp and cry as I pulled out to turn her around for our first deep kiss. We were both on fire, Bahçeşehir travesti writhing against each other. I savored the feeling of that tight corset as I ran my hands around her cinched waist, down over the swell of her hips, grabbing her ass strapped in bowed garters. Reaching down between her firm cheeks, I played with the buttplug, tugging and pushing it while she ground her hips against my stiff cock wedged between us.

“Yes, I need you to fuck my ass!” she whispered between kisses, “fuck it hard and fill it with cum. Make me take it!”

Sharon grabbed the dildo off the mirror and dropped into a silk armchair, leaning back with her ass right on the edge of the seat. What a beautiful sight she was, legs up and spread, the plug still wedged in her crack, the dildo now back in her pussy,

“Pull out my pretty plug and stuff my gaping hole with cock. Come on, do it, do it, baby!”

While she rubbed her clit with the tip of the dildo, I slowly pulled out the plug, watching it twist as the bulbous knob stretched her asshole on its way out. Sharon gave a little gasp as it popped out and another as I quickly pulled down my stiff cock and wedged its fat head just within her open gape.

“Wait!” she reached down and held my shaft still. “you’re so big, I need this” Pulling a little bottle of lube from the cushions, Sharon drizzled it over my pulsing dick with extra right where it was jammed into her hole.

“Now, baby, push it in, push it deep in my ass. Oh, yes, like that, so, so deep, uhn…”

God, she was so deliciously tight, tight but very ready after prepping herself so well. How long had she had that plug up her ass, all morning? Now I was really stretching her with one long push, all the way balls deep up her ass, a moment there and then some long full strokes in and out. Three inches out on the in stroke she held my hips steady. “Stay still and watch. ” She slid the dildo down from caressing her clit and rubbed it up and down her slit while she rotated her hips in small circles.

“My ass is so tight, I know, but I want you to feel me fuck my pussy with this fat toy, feel it rub your cock right through my cunt, feel my ass get even tighter with both my holes filled.”

It did feel like heaven as I kept still and let her work my cock in her ass. I could feel the thick dildo enter her pussy and slide, first with a quick in and out and then deep full thrusts as she began pounding herself with both hands at the base. Staring in my eyes as she worked it, she teased me more in between the gasps and flutters of little orgasms.

“oh, baby, so good, yes, I know I feel good on your big cock and I know I look good, don’t I? You like me all dressed up pretty while you fuck my ass. I have so much to show you, David, so much sexy lingerie, so many killer heels, I’m going to keep you hard forever. Maybe next time I could come down to your office dressed like a dirty secretary, all tight skirts and stockings bent over your desk for some deep dictation. Maybe I’ll suck another cute architect’s cock while you fuck me from behind.”

“I have everything you dream of David and more, like you know, since she’s the same size, I share everything with Nancy. I mean we share absolutely everything, David. But she has more leather and latex, I’m more satin and lace, like this. Oh, God, yeah, like this, oh yeah it makes me so hot to have you watch me fuck myself with your cock up my ass. I feel so slutty and full, but now I want you to really own my ass, pound it hard and make me come! Pound it!”

So, I began rutting her ass so hard and deep that she shut up and could only grunt and moan with the pounding. I held the base of the dildo against my groin so that it fucked her pussy on the same stroke as my cock in her ass. Slamming into her like a demented beast, I growled,

“Yes, you beautiful slut, keep me hard with your silk and satin til we soak it all with cum, til we rip it to little shreds.”

I grabbed the bottom edge of her corset with both hands and pulled her into me as I ground deep in her ass, which squeezed my cock in her strongest orgasm yet. Her head thrown back she was delirious with orgasms and I felt my own cum rise as my cock was milked in the impossibly tight mouth of her ass. Jabbing and grunting, I shot my load in long satisfying spurts deep in her ass again and again as she sucked it in.

I collapsed on top of her. We kissed while still panting from such an intense fuck. I slipped back and from below took in the sight of her ravaged, dripping holes. Sharon angled her hips to the mirror,

“Look, baby, watch your cum slip out of my ass, oh yeah, here it comes, so nasty, look!”

She reached down and scooped the drips running down her cheeks, rubbing my cum all over her cunt and ass, playing with her fingers in the beautiful sloppy mess of her crotch.

“I wish you had a camera, don’t you, David? I’m so pretty with your cum dripping from my ass. So… ” she giggled, looking in my eyes in the mirror. “I do have to find a camera, I mean, the cameras at work. I have to get to work after all, I was on my way before a handsome stranger came to check on my leak and look, I still have such a wet mess. I think you need to plug things up a little better next time. Look at this dripping slut!” She laughed and climbed out of the chair.

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The Service of Paul Purrfect Pt. 04

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Arriving home after a long day, I find the house in semi darkness and tea light candles on each stair leading up to our room. Kicking off my shoes I call out to you but getting no answer follow the candles up the stairs and in to the bathroom. You are naked sitting on the edge of the bath stirring gorgeous smelling bubbles through steaming water.

Seeing me enter the room you stand and come to me, without speaking you pull me in to you, claiming my mouth with yours in a deep kiss, your tongue exploring my mouth. You taste of wine and your naked body is hot against my still clothed one. As you continue to kiss me, you start to undress me, the zip to my dress pulled down and the material pushed over my shoulders, the material falling to the floor leaving me naked to your gaze.

Drawing me to the bath you help me slide in to the warm scented bubbles, the water swirling just below my nipples, the bubbles on the surface of the water veiling my body. Placing yourself on the deep ledge of the bath, your feet in the water, you wrap your fingers in my hair pulling me towards you and up on to my knees between your legs.

Taking some gel in to your hands you begin to soap my shoulders and as your hand works down over my back I lean forward to allow you to reach bringing my face just inches from your swollen cock. Opening my mouth I take your cock inside my warm mouth allowing my tongue to swirl around the head making you gasp and push further to the back of my throat.

As your hand glides down over my back to my bottom soaping my cheeks and in to the crease of my bottom, toying with my hole making me squirm and writhe. You can just see the outline of my curves in the bubbles a different glimpse each time as my body moves in time with the sucking of your cock.

Taking more gel your other hand now slips between us and over my breasts, my nipples hardening to stiff points as you soap them, pinching them to provoke a gasp and allowing your cock to slide deeper in to my throat.

As Maltepe travesti your hand glides down over my belly my legs part subconsciously to allow your soapy fingers to slide over my pussy, parting my lips as they slip inside me. As your fingers start to fuck my pussy in long hard strokes, your thumb pushed hard against my clit, I suck you harder and faster using my tongue to lick your shaft as my throat engulfs you and my lips slide effortlessly lubricated with your pre cum, my hands massaging and milking your balls, I can feel you begin to jerk and your breathing becomes heavier as my own orgasm builds rapidly in my belly.

As the first jet of your cum hits the back of my throat I look up at you, my mouth stretched wide around your cock, my eyes hooded with desire as I start to cum on your working fingers.

Pulling your cock from my mouth you finish the last of your orgasm over my upturned face your warm cum splattering against my cheeks smudged with my ruined mascara from the heat of the room. My juices flow over your fingers in to the water mixing with the bubbles as I cry out your name collapsing against your lap as you stroke my hair and wipe your cum from my face with the sponge.

Sliding back in to the water you leave me to recover in the bubbles and pour me a glass of wine, I can hear you moving around in the bedroom and briefly wonder what you have in store for me next as the warm water soothes my muscles. After a time I climb from the bath and wrap myself in a big fluffy towel drying myself off and tidying my hair in the mirror.

When I am done I pad naked in to the bedroom where you are sitting in a big black leather chair, as I approach you, you pull me on to your lap your fingers reaching for my breasts, as your mouth finds my neck kissing and biting just below my ear before whispering “are you going to be a good girl Antonia or do I need to punish you.”

“I will try to be good Mr Purrfect,” I gasp as your thumb Ümraniye travesti and forefinger pinch and roll my nipples making them ache with desire.

“Do exactly as I tell you, go and lay on the bed on your back placing your arms and legs wide apart.”

Climbing off your lap I go over to the bed. Positioning myself as instructed I wait for you to move but you are not in any hurry and continue to sit and watch me. “Use your fingers to open your pussy lips for me Antonia” you instruct.

Doing as I am told I use my fingers to open myself up to your gaze, my skin flushing at the intimate action I am performing for you. “Good girl, now put your hand back to where it was and lay still.”

As I do as I am told I can feel my pussy getting wetter under your avid gaze and my nipples puckering in the cooler air of the bedroom. You sit watching me for a while stroking your recovering cock before moving towards the side of the bed.

Taking one of my arms you secure it to the bed with a silk tie and pull it tight but still with comfortable movement. Moving to the other side you do the same with my other arm. Leaning down to kiss me you ask “Do you trust me Antonia.”

Nodding without hesitation, you move to the foot of the bed and I find my legs being spread wider and both ankles secured in the same way as my wrists.

Taking two cushions from the chair you bring them to the bed “Lift your bottom Antonia,” you say and as I do as I’m asked you slide them underneath me. This has the effect of raising my pussy higher and allowing my legs to spread wider. I am now more open and exposed and as you stand looking at me I cannot help but flush.

Smiling you move to the side of the room before returning with a bowl of warm water, some shaving soap, a shaving brush and a razor along with a towel which you place beneath me. “I suggest you keep very still Antonia as I am going to shave your pussy.”

I suck in my breath watching you. Wetting the brush Tuzla travesti slightly you coat it with the shaving soap, rubbing it in a circular motion over the mound of my pussy until it lathers nicely. Moving the brush down over my pussy lips pushing the bristles inside, teasing my clit as you do and making me squirm and gasp. “Keep still now Antonia,” as you bring the razor to my pussy and begin to shave.

Working the blade over my mound and down over my pussy lips, working in all of the creases until I am totally smooth. Using a sponge and warm water you clean the remaining soap from my pussy before patting me dry with a towel. Taking some oil from a bottle you start to massage it in to my bare pussy working it in to my skin and running your fingers between my pussy lips and across my erect clit which is now quite visible. I can feel an orgasm building fast in the pit of my tummy as your fingers work and I am moaning trying not to move.

I can see you are aroused, and your cock has swelled as you come to the end of the bed, using the remainder of the oil to coat your shaft you kneel between my secured legs, the head of your cock just resting at the entrance to my naked pussy. Using your oiled cock mixed with my juices you rub the head against my clit working me almost to the edge before driving your cock deep inside me until your balls are against the smooth lips of my pussy.

Looking directly at you as you start to thrust in to me, your cock rubbing against my G spot causing me to cry out at the friction. The feel of my naked pussy sucking and milking your cock is intoxicating and each thrust is sending you closer to the edge and your cock begins to jerk and throb inside me.

As my own orgasm comes in waves making me writhe and arch my back against your thrusts, you start to cum, pulling out of me your last spurts coating my bare pussy and running down between my legs. Pulling back you admire my cum coated pussy before rubbing your cum in to my skin as the last of my orgasm subsides.

Releasing my legs and arms from their bonds you come to lay beside me, pulling me in to your arms stroking the hair from my face and kissing me as you stroke down over my back. “Don’t get too comfortable Antonia, I have yet to punish you.”

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The Shopping Trip

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It’s a slow afternoon at the upscale clothing store where you work. You knew I was going to stop by this afternoon so you decided to wear something a little more provocative than you would normally wear, but still professional. You’ve got a nice sleek just above the knee black skirt on, a cute little colorful button up top on. You knew it would kill your feet but you went with the knee high boots and thigh highs. Underneath there is a very sexy red thong and matching red bra waiting to be discovered should something happen.

When I enter the store I see that you are in a sort of hidden corner of the store folding some things and putting them a way with your back to me. I take the opportunity to walk up behind you slowly and silently. While I’m doing it I look at the view, and I can already feel the need to have you growing in my mind . As I slide up behind you I wrap my arms around you as my head goes over your shoulder and I whisper in your ear ” Hi baby, did you miss me?”

You jump a little from being startled but it only forces you closer to me and now your whole body is pressing against me and I can feel the warmth of you and smell your light perfume. We sepperate and I look into your eyes and now you know why I’m here. The good thing is, you want the same thing. I ask you if there is someplace we can go and you wink and say you’ve got an idea. We walk around the store and we make like you are helping me shop for a few new outfits. I can tell you are making sure everybody sees that you are helping me and that I’m probably going to make Göztepe travesti a large purchase. This way there will be no surprises when you take me to the dressing room. With a handful of pants, shirts, and a sweater or two we head to the dressing room. Thankfully we have it all to ourselves and we set the clothes down in the furthest room and you join me inside.

Once inside I grab your wrists and press you against the wall with all my weight, pressing as much of myself against you as possible. I kiss you hard and our tounges are playing all sorts of games as we writhe against each other and out lust grows to the breaking point. Your hands are still pinned by me and my moth now starts to travel from your lips to your neck where I kiss and nibble gently on your neck listening to your moans as I know this drives you wild. I keep kissing and moving and find your ear lobe which I suck into my mouth and play with it with my tongue. I whisper in your ear, ” You want it?”

“Yes!” breathlessly you reply

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, and once I saw you I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“Me too, just wait till you see what I wore for you” you say with a smile

“Oh really? I think I should open my present now” as my hand finds it’s way between us and works each button open and slowly reveals your soft skin that I know from previous experience is as soft as any fine silk I could ever find. Once your shirt is gone and I see that sexy red bra and your beautiful breasts I dive right down and begin kissing Küçükyalı travesti and sucking every inch of exposed flesh.

I can take no more, and my intention of taking my time and teasing you goes ight out the window. I grab the hem of your skirt and pull it up, exposing the second half of your present. I am still pressed against you but now my hands are working fast. My belt comes loose and my pants fall to the floor and I force you to your knees in front of me. You don’t need any more encouragement and you take my whole cock into your mouth, your pace quickens as you go up and down on the shaft, your hand wrapped around below your lips and your other hand on my ass prodding me to thrust with my hips. I automatically find a rhythm with your lips and soon we are like well oiled machine. I can feel myself getting close to the point of no return so will all my will I pull you up from your knees and kiss you hard as I slide your delicate red lace panties to the side and rub your clit. I’m kissing and fingering you now and you grab my cock now all slick from your mouth and stroke faster and faster as my fingers slide in and out of you and your moans are getting louder. I can feel your pussy clenching tighter on my 2 fingers as they hit your g-spot with every stroke. I know you are close to cumming and I try to keep the pace as steady as I can but the grip you have on my cock is making it harder to concentrate. Then suddenly I feel you go a little weak in the knees and and you let go of my cock and grab my ass and pull me closer. Avrupa yakası travesti Your breathing ragged and fast, I can tell by how wet my hand is that you just came.

I pull your panties past your hips and lift your legs up around my hips. Then slide you down on my now rock hard cock. I know I won’t last too long after all the work you’ve already put in but I have to feel that pussy wrapped around my cock now. You hold on tight with your strong thighs and arms around my neck, and I drive into you deeply and hard. Each thrust brings us together and apart as I pull back. I quickly pull out and turn you around and press you against the wall and slide into you from behind, and my hand wraps around your front and I pinch your nipples and I fuck you harder now. You can tell by my breathing that it won’t be long now. I pull your hair back and kiss your neck. I moan into your ear that I’m going to cum soon. I’m going to shoot my whole load inside your tight pussy. You can feel my rythym change and my thrusts become slower but deeper and harder. And with a gasp I cum. You tell me not to stop and I try to keep the pace as best I can as my legs are now starting to get weak, just as I can’t imagine I can go any longer I feel your pussy clamp down on me and you cum again.

As I pull out of you we collapse on the floor. I kiss you passionately and start to put our clothes back on. You straighten out your skirt and your hair, I try to wipe the big ass grin off my face. As we get ready to leave the changing area your coworker comes back saying she was afraid something happened cause she heard noises and we were back here so long. I tell her that I’m clumsy and I fell over while trying on a pair of pants. We both exit quickly and walk to a far side of the store. I give you a kiss and say that I’ll be back to shop here again soon.

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The Storm

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The lightning lit up the bedroom. She waited in bed wearing her new black satin teddy she had bought just for tonight. They hadn’t been able to spend any time together in the past few weeks with work and errands, which needed to be done. She lay there letting her eyes close and imagining their last time together. She felt the wetness grow in her thong she had on. Her fingers lingered down and pulled her thong apart to reveal the swollen clit that wanted to be freed and licked. The rain fell against the windows and she saw his headlights light up the room as he pulled into the driveway. She jumped out of the bed and went to greet him in the living room.

He opened the door fast as he could to get out of the rain. He looked up to see her standing there in the outfit she had bought. Their eyes met and she walked over to kiss him. Their tongues rolled around each other in their mouths as his hands moved across her waist to her nice round ass. He cupped each cheek with his hands and squeezed gently to let her know he wanted her. She could feel his dick swelling in his pants. She stepped away and grabbed his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

The lightning was making the room like a strobe light. She had him stand next to the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. She slipped it over his firm shoulders and he bent down to kiss her on the lips. She could feel how hot he was next to her half naked body. As they kissed, she moved Kadıköy travesti her hands down to his pants to unbutton them and unzip them. She dropped them down to the floor where he stepped out of them. He stood there in his boxers and she slipped her fingers in the sides on his waist and let them fall to the ground. His hard erection was standing forward for her to please and feel. She grabbed it gently and let her hands run across the shaft and around the head to make circles that made him moan while they kissed.

She had him sit on the edge of the bed and began to slowly remove her teddy. She let the straps fall slowly from her shoulders as her breast were starting to show. He took his hands and pulled the straps down further to make the teddy reveal her firm tits. Her nipples were rock hard and her nipple ring was making her even hotter while the little ball rubbed her nipples with every move she made. He moved his fingers to tug at the ring some and she closed her eyes to feel the tugs that made her pussy even wetter. His lips met the other nipple while he pulled the ring with his free hand. He licked and sucked on her hard red nipples and she moaned with each suck. He pulled the teddy off and let it fall to the floor. He trailed down her chest and down her stomach till he reached her belly button to kiss it and flick his tongue inside.

The thunder rolled in the night sky and she felt his Kurtköy travesti hot breathe on her swollen clit between her thongs. He licked her clit through the fabric and rubbed his finger across her slit. He could feel how wet she was. He grabbed the fabric with his teeth and pulled them down till they hit the floor. He stood up and pulled her down on the bed with her on top. They kissed passionately and his hands explored her body. He rolled her over, got on top, and began to kiss down her neck taking in her scent. She ran her fingers through his hair and her body arched to meet him. His arms wrapped around her body to pull her up to his lips. His lips kissed her swollen nipples and sucked them up in his warm mouth. She moaned and pulled his head closer to her nipples to take in all of her tits. His lips kissed and sucked as she wiggled under his warm body.

He moved further down to kiss all her flesh. He came to the top of her sweet spot and let his tongue lick slowly across her slit. He played with her clit some before he kissed it. His tongue moved fast over her clit and she spread her legs further apart so he could take more of her wetness in. His mouth covered her hole and sucked up the juices that flow from her. His middle finger went deep inside her and she gripped his finger with her pussy to let him know he would soon be there with his hard dick. He fucked her hard with his finger while his Pendik travesti tongue licked her clit till she came all over his face.

She pushed him up and down on the bed. She smiled before she went to suck on his neck. Her tongue trailed from his neck to his nipples that she sucked lightly. His chest was pounding from the excitement that was going on. She moved slowly down his chest as her hair draped over his body. His erection was standing tall when she moved her hand to pull it up to her. Her tongue circled around the head and down the shaft. He lifted his hips to meet her warm moist mouth. She closed her lips tight around his hard dick as she sucked and moved up and down his shaft. He moaned aloud and she massaged his balls with her free hand while her other hand moved with her mouth. When she got him, slick enough she pulled her mouth off and kissed the head before she straddled him and let her pussy eat up his hard dick. She cried out his name as she moved up and down and up and down. His hands grabbed her tits and massaged them while he moved his hips to meet her body. She lay down to kiss him on the lips and he grabbed her by the ass and rolled her over to where he was on top. Her fingers massaged his back. She ran them up and down his back then she grabbed him by his shoulders and held on with her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved faster and faster into her wet pussy. They moaned in time as he laid down on top of her grabbing her around her body as they both moved together. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he grabbed her tight as he began to cum into her wet pussy. They laid there holding each other tight listening to the rain while she fell asleep in his arms.

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The Sales Lady Ch. 06

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After getting dressed and walking into the kitchen where Janice was still wrapped in a towel looking at her leftover lasagna from lunch earlier in the day. Jason walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her kissing her neck. “Would you like to heat that up,” he asked knowing that he probably startled her?

“Yes I guess, do you think I can do it in this container?” Talking about the plastic to-go container it was packed in.

“Let’s be safe and put it on a plate,” as he reached into the cabinet to hand her one.

Placing it on the plate, she asked him, “Why are you dressed?”

“If it’s ok with you I was going to move your car into the garage, that way you don’t have to get dressed.”

“Oh, oh ok, yes let me get you the key.” She then described the car to him and where it was parked then gave him a kiss and said, “Hurry back.”

“Oh I will Baby, I can’t wait to get back to you,” as they kissed again. Grabbing the keys and placard he was out the door.

Deciding to wait until Jason came back she put the plate of food in the microwave but didn’t turn it on. She remembered she had a hairbrush and a small travel stick of deodorant in her purse. Grabbing them and while walking back into the bathroom she removed the towel from her head. After brushing her still damp hair out and applying deodorant she went to the bed where she noticed her clothes were neatly folded on the bed. She thought about putting them on but decided to do as Jason suggested. Walking into his closet she started looking through the possibilities of what to wear of his shirts. She settled on a college fraternity shirt that was promoting a party of some kind.

Slipping it over her head the t-shirt covered her body like a sleep shirt going down to her mid-thigh. She then went back to her laid out on the bed to at least put panties back on. But when she picked them she quickly realized that unless she wanted a wet crotch that wasn’t going to work. She decided she would just wear the t-shirt and be “dangerous & naughty,” which made her giggle with the thought. But she did take them into the bathroom rinsing them out in the sink then laying them out to dry. As sheer as they were she knew it wouldn’t take long before they were dry again.

Then she looked at the bed and the wet sex-stained sheets. Being the neat and motherly person, she had to change them. She went looking to see if he had another set of clean sheets. After a little bit of searching, she found a fresh set of sheets. Having made many a bed by herself she quickly had the bed stripped and new sheets satisfied the bed was properly made. Jason was walking into the apartment when he saw her carrying the solid sheets.

“What are you doing,” he asked walking over to her to take them from her.

“I’ve remade the bed and was looking for your washing machine, you do have one right?”

Taking the sheets from her, he said, “Yes it’s through the kitchen. Baby I could have done this,” he said, in a loving way.

“I know, I guess just my motherly way of cleaning up a mess. And trust me there was a mess,” she said embarrassed. “I can’t believe that I…”

Jason already had the sheets into the wash and was looking at her as she was talking. “That you what? I believe it was both of us that made that mess and I couldn’t be any happier! Sore but happy!”

“You’re sore!! I’m the one who feels like I’ll be walking bow-legged for days,” she quipped.

“Yes, but wasn’t it fun,” he said taking her into his arms holding her tight against him. “Damn you’re so beautiful,” he said looking into her eyes.

“You’re just Bağdat Caddesi Travesti saying that to be nice, I must look horrid.”

“No Baby, you look amazing,” as he spun her around as if they were on a dance floor. “See, I told you could make my shirts look better on you than they could ever look on me.”

Noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra as he could clearly see her nipples nearly pocking through the material. He wondered about the panties if she would be wearing the solid panties as well. But that was soon answered as Janice being a petite woman had to stretch up to press the buttons on the microwave that was above the stove. This caused her shirt to rise up just enough to expose the bottom of her ass cheeks.

Not realizing what she had done, Jason pretends to be washing his hands when he asked her if she would get him a plate out of the cabinet. She instinctively did as he asked, as she again had to stretch up this time a little higher which caused more of her bare ass to be exposed.

“Oh yes,” he said with a big smile, as she was handing him the plate of which he just set aside.

“What are you talking about?”

With a smile still on his face, “Baby don’t get mad but damn, you sure do have a nice ass!”

It took a few seconds then she realized what had just happened causing her to blush red. She realized when she reached up it must have exposed her ass to his view.

“Shame on you,” she said, as she slapped him on the arm. “You better behave or I’ll put pants on.”

“Baby, you could be covered from head to toe and you’d still, be sexy and beautiful,” he said admiring her.

Just then the microwave dinged and her lasagna was ready. When she went to remove the plate she made sure that even more of her ass was exposed to him as she knew he would be looking. Sure enough, when she turned around to face him he had dreamy look on his face as if he was deep in thought.

“Did you get a good look?” She teased.

“I sure did and I may need to get another cold shower,” he said with a big grin.

She laughed saying, “Calm down tiger!”

“Are you going to eat with me,” she asked to change the subject.

“Yes, I think I’ll make a quick sandwich. But, go ahead and have a set at the table and I’ll get you a fork and something to drink. Opening the refrigerator he said, I have bottled water, cokes, beer, and Lambrusco.”

“Oh, I liked the Lambrusco so a glass of that would be nice and a bottled water if you don’t mind I don’t want to get dehydrated. Can I also make your sandwich for you? “

“You don’t have to do that I can make it myself, plus your food is getting cold.”

“My food will be fine it needs to cool off anyway. Get me what you want on it so that I can put it together. You’ve been so good to me today that I feel like I need to show my MAN how much I appreciate him!”

Jason was speechless after her saying her, Man. He truly knew that he was madly in love with her.

Without saying a word he provided her all the things he wanted on his sandwich. Then watched as she so lovingly put it together for him both not saying a word. After she had finished making the sandwich Jason collected all the unused items putting them back in their place. Then he collected 2 bottles of water and the bottle of Lambrusco. He asked if she would get two glasses out of the cabinet pointing to where they were at and you will need a fork and pointed to the drawer where they were located. They both then walked to the dining table sitting down to eat their meal.

As they began to eat their food, Jason commented Bostancı travesti about his sandwich tasting so much better than the ones he had made for himself. Even though she used the same ingredients that he had used to make his own so many times, it just tasted better!

“Best sandwich ever,” he told her.

“Oh thank you, I’m glad you like it but it’s nothing special.”

“Yes it is,” he said, “It was made with love.”

Oh crap he thought to himself he didn’t mean to use the “L” word as he didn’t want to appear to assume he she felt that way about him as well. He felt she did, but he didn’t want to push the issue.

The “L” word didn’t go unnoticed by Janice either. Although she did have very strong feelings for him she didn’t want to think that he could ever love her due to their age difference. At best this was just a sexual infatuation for him and that once the newness wore off she would kick to the side. Even though all his actions so far were the opposite of her fears and that he truly had serious feelings for her. But she thought how she had slipped herself when she said, “My Man,” and he didn’t recoil from that. So when he said, “Made with Love,” he was right I did make it with love.

She settled for just telling him she was glad he liked it and was happy to make it for him. The rest of their meal & dessert was mostly filled with chit-chat about the food and how she loved the dessert. They cleaned up their plates with Jason suggesting they relax on the couch and watch TV.

Jason grabbed a throw blanket handing it to Janice saying, “In case you get cold.”

She thanked him, as they sat on the couch. Janice curled up tight against Jason with her head on his shoulder with the blanket covering her.

Jason put it on some show that both agreed was OK but neither really watched it. They were both deep in their own thoughts. Jason the smell of the perfume she had put on at some point after their shower. The feel of her on his shoulder, her body pressed tight against him felt so good. He was just so happy with how the day had gone, it was beyond his wildest imagination.

Janice was too deep in her own thoughts. She couldn’t imagine a man so young could be so caring and romantic to her. She felt so relaxed and safe in his arms as she could feel herself drifting off to sleep.

At some point, they both fell asleep probably from the long emotional day and sexual exertion that had played out several times earlier in the day. Jason eventually woke up deciding it was time for both of them to go to bed. He had planned on just picking Janice up in his arms and carrying her into the bedroom. But his attempt to dislodge himself from her woke her up.

“I’m sorry Baby, I didn’t mean to wake you I was going to carry you into bed.”

“Oh you’re so sweet,” she said looking up at him. “You said, you have a spare toothbrush I could use?”

“Oh yes,” holding out a hand to her, he helped her off the couch leading her into the bathroom. They brushed their teeth and then to prove how minty fresh she said, “Now kiss me, Baby.”

They both got a chuckle out of it as they walked into the bedroom. Janice stepped around to what would now become her side of the bed and Jason on his. They both pulled down the blankets together with Jason removing his clothes as he was still dressed from going to move her car. He normally slept in his underwear so had stripped down to them. But Janice either consciously or unconsciously pulled the t-shirt she had been wearing as a nightshirt off leaving herself totally nude. She then climbed under Kartal travesti the blankets and looked at him waiting for him to get in bed as well without saying a word. Deciding if she was going naked he was going to as well although he knew that would probably lead to further sexual activity. Naturally, he wasn’t going to complain about that. Knowing that she was probably still sore he promised himself he would not intentionally start it. Discarding the rest of his clothes he too climbed under the blankets now lying next to her placing his left arm under her neck giving her a kiss goodnight.

“Janice, this has been one of the best days of my life and I can’t thank you enough and I can’t wait to have more days like this with you.” He wanted to tell her right then that he loved her but he decided to wait on that for fear she would think he was moving too fast.

Janice felt he was going to say something else, “Like I Love You,” and had already decided she was going to say it back, as she was already deeply in love with him, insane as she thought that sounded. After their kiss goodnight, they both just looked into each other’s eyes as if they were expecting the other to say something else. When that didn’t happen, Janice rolled over putting her back against his warm body. Wrapping his arms around her holding her close. Jason softly said, “Goodnight my love!”

Snuggling even tighter against him Janice smiled and simply said, “Goodnight!”

Exhausted but content in each other’s arms they both soon drifted off to sleep. At some point, late in the night, it did happen not sure who initiated it only that Janice guided his very hard cock into her very aroused womb with the request of, please be gentle.

As they were still laying where they started as neither had moved from this spot, Jason entered her slowly but she was so wet it was relatively easy to get it all the way inside her. With Janice placing her right leg over his legs entrance into her was made even easier. Jason moved his right hand down to slowly but firmly rub her clit. It didn’t take long before Janice was beginning to purr as Jason was just flexing his cock inside her and rubbing her clit. His left hand was firmly cupping her right breast squeezing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger rolling and pulling it. In her ear, he was telling her how beautiful and sexy she is and how lucky was to be with her. It didn’t take long with all the stimulation that Jason was giving her for Janice to begin convulsing on his swollen cock lodged deep inside her. Her climax was so intense she grabbed both his hands in hers holding them tight against her trying to stop any further manipulation.

With ragged breathing and her heart beating fast, Janice told him what he did to her felt so incredible, she never had sex like this before. Adding how she had never had so much sex in her life at one time.

Jason knew what she meant and was so proud that he was the one giving it to her. He told her, that this too was a first him as well and that he had never felt so complete while being with someone than he felt right now.

Realizing his cock was still very hard and deep inside her she started to rock herself on him. It’s your turn now, adding just be gentle.

“Baby, I’d rather just stay like this. Just being inside you means so much more to me than if I…”

Jason was uncomfortable using sexually explicit talk with her as he had just too much respect for her.

Janice squeezed his hands and said, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure!”

“So you’re just going to keep it inside me to tease me?” She said with a chuckle.

“I can pull out if you want?” As he was saying it, he was slowly pulling out.

“OH NO,” she moaned, pushing herself back down on him. “You can stay just like just where you are.”

Jason kissed her cheek and telling her goodnight.

To be continued…

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The Rookie

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EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS EIGHTEEN OR OLDER.

This is a story about a young Rookie Police Officer who is eager to learn all there is to learn about being a good officer. He thinks he knows what he is doing until he meets Helga. She is a HOT housewife that teaches him things he didn’t learn in the Police Academy.

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Thirty-two years ago, I was a Rookie Police Officer employed by a large Metropolitan Police Department and was eighteen months into my two-year probationary period. We didn’t have designated FTO’s (Field Training Officers) back then. However, we still had to be partnered with a veteran police officer. The veteran officer was supposed to teach me how to apply my classroom knowledge to the reality of street policing. Believe me, it was a real eyeopener.

The veteran police officer assigned to train me was a jovial, medium height, somewhat overweight officer. He had a red complexion and large chipmunk jaws. He was affectionately called ‘Jelly-Jaws.’ by his fellow officers. His uniform always looked like he had slept in it. Jelly always sounded like he was out of breath every time he had to get out of the patrol car. Jelly-Jaws knew all the criminal laws just as well as any lawyer in the city. Even though Jelly had only gone through the tenth grade, he was sharp as a tack when it came to matching wits with violators of the law. Jelly completed his GED because he needed a high school diploma to apply for the police officer position.

Jelly was well versed in all of the departmental policies and procedures. At this point, I bet you are probably thinking Jelly would be the perfect partner to train a rookie police officer. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but he was the laziest one individual I had ever known. He only did what he had to do to fulfill the basic requirements of the job. I was glad when my probationary period ended, and I was assigned another partner.

Jelly’s underlying work philosophy was, “Give them what they want. No more; no less.” Jelly concentrated more on avoiding complaints against him than apprehending criminals. Jelly candidly told me that, “The police department would much rather we serve our eight hours with no arrests and no complaints as opposed to felony arrests with complaints against the police department or us. I could never change Jelly’s thinking because he had ten successful years on the job following his lazy work philosophy.

Our police supervisors insisted that each patrol car should be able to issue at least two moving traffic violation tickets per day. The supervisors maintained that no alert police officer could patrol the streets for eight hours without witnessing two or more moving violations. Jelly would write two left-turn violations at the same location every day. He said if we gave them more than two tickets per day, they would expect more than two each day after that. A traffic violator could speed by Jelly at seventy miles per hour. If he already had his two tickets for the day, he would ignore the speeder.

I once questioned Jelly’s thinking about letting flagrant violators go without a ticket after we had our two left-turn tickets. I was firmly admonished for questioning him. After all, I was only a rookie, what the hell did I know about real police work. One thing I did like about Jelly’s personal philosophy, he never issued traffic citations in December. His reasoning was if a parent had to pay the cost of a traffic ticket in December, it might knock some child out of a Christmas gift.

Okay, enough with the background information. I want to tell you about some of my experiences while working with Jelly. Let me rephrase that. I want to tell you about some of my experiences/adventures while working with Jelly. We patrolled an area that was referred to as ‘The silk stockings District.’ For those of you not familiar with police jargon, that district is where all the rich country club type people reside. It is populated with doctors, lawyers, highly successful salesmen, and stay at home soccer moms with rich husbands who travel for months at a time on business.

I was assigned to the 3 PM to 11 PM shift in that district. It wasn’t unusual to receive a prowler call any time after dark. Lonely/horny housewives would often call the dispatcher after dark to report a prowler or suspicious person in their yard. Some of the time, there was a prowler, but often it would be just a lonely housewife who needed the attention of a man. They seemed to feel safer, calling a police officer to satisfy their sexual desires. It was more convenient and safer than hiring a babysitter so they could be free to frequent the local watering holes in search of sexual relief.

Helga Egilsdottir Patterson was one of those lonely housewives. She was from Iceland and had a sexy Icelandic accent when she spoke English. Helga had all the Nordic features; blond hair to her shoulders, blues eyes, and a pale pinkish-white complexion. Helga had just celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday alone when she called us to her home. Her husband was a world traveler, and he’d met her on a business trip to Iceland. He fell in love with Anadolu Yakası Travesti Helga at first sight and a month later asked her to marry him. You may think that marrying her after just one month is foolish, but if you ever saw Helga, I think you would agree that she is strikingly beautiful. Helga is 5′ 6″ and maybe 120-to 125 pounds, long slender legs. And as I mentioned before, her long wavy blond hair flowed down to her shoulders. Helga also had full pouty lips that beckoned me to taste them.

Helga’s husband often left her at home with their two small children when he traveled on business for long periods. When we received the call to Helga’s house, her husband had been in Hong Cong a month and wasn’t expected back for several more weeks. Helga met us at the front door wearing a white silk blouse and a dark skirt that clung tightly to her flaring round hips. She guided us to the dining room table and asked if we wanted something to drink. We declined and thanked her for the offer.

Helga was calling about a girlfriend who had called her and said she was going to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge on the other side of town. We took Helga’s information and asked the dispatcher to send a patrol car to the bridge. Jelly took the information for our report while I engaged Helga in casual conversation. I had noticed her eyeing me closely ever since we first entered her house. I didn’t understand what that was all about, but I was anxious to find out.

Okay…time for a little more background information. I am six feet tall with a flat belly due to my three days a week workout in the police gym. I try not to let my weight rise above 190 pounds. At the time, I had a young-looking face, and some people questioned if I was old enough even to be a police officer. People often thought I was still in my teens and still attending high school. I was twenty-five at the time. I was insulted by their comments at first, but my youthful face made me perfect for temporary plain-clothes assignments in the Vice squad. Dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, people would think I was just a kid and break the vice laws right in front of me.

Now going back to the call, we were investigating. Helga was coyly eyeing me during our casual conversation. She finally asked my age, and when I told her I was twenty-five, she didn’t believe me. I dug out my driver’s license and handed it to her. After studying my license, she said, “Damn, you are twenty-five.”

I nodded my head affirmatively.

Helga handed my driver’s license back, looked me squarely in the eyes, and asked, “Officer, how would you like to fuck me?”

Without a second thought, I answered, “Hell, yes! When do you want to do it?”

Jelly-Jaws slammed his report book shut and stammered, “We have enough information to finish the report somewhere else. Let’s go. Rookie!”

Jelly leaped to his feet and was almost to the front door when Helga slipped a piece of paper into my hand. She indicated she didn’t want my partner to see the note. I shoved it in my pocket without looking to see what was on it. I got a royal ass-chewing from my senior partner when I returned to the patrol car. He made it clear that he would never allow that conduct while on duty. I readily agreed with him. I assured him I had enough sense not to do something that foolish on duty. The next chance I had to read Helga’s note without Jelly’s presence, I learned it had her contact information on it.

It was almost Christmas when I decide to give Helga a phone call. When Helga asked why I had taken so long getting back to her, I told her of the ass-chewing I’d received from my partner concerning the conversation of sex with her. She said that under those circumstances, she was okay with my not calling sooner. We both worked with our schedules and decided I would come to her house on Christmas Eve after her children were asleep.

Christmas Eve rolled around, and I told my wife I planned to attend midnight Mass at Saint Michael’s Catholic Church. I knew my wife couldn’t attend with me because I had given her such short notice. I arrived at Helga’s home around 10 PM dressed in casual slacks and a sports jacket. Helga came to the door wearing a simple house dress that emphasized her 36C breasts, and she was barefoot. I had a visible erection even before I stepped through her front door. It didn’t go unnoticed by Helga.

“What would you like to drink, Jim?” She paused a moment and said, “You did tell me your name is Jim, didn’t you?”

I nodded yes and said, “I’d like bourbon and water straight up.”

Helga fixed the same for herself and directed me to the den, where she motioned for me to sit on a sofa facing a roaring fire in the fireplace. I removed my jacket and tossed it in a nearby chair before joining her on the couch. We sipped our drinks and chatted for a while before Helga said, “I believe you came here to take me up on my offer of sex. Am I right?”

I was not used to a woman being that direct and almost chocked on my drink. Remember, I was only twenty-five at the time, and a rookie. I wasn’t Antalya Travesti as experienced as I would later become after a few more years in the police department. I blushed and was only able to nod my head in the affirmative.

Helga leaped off the sofa and said, “Get undressed, Jim, and wait here until I get back.”

When Helga returned, she was naked and carrying a small bowl of warm soapy water and washcloth. “Jesus,” I whispered as my eyes traveled over her beautiful body.

Helga knelt in front of me and gently washed my genitals. She started with my balls, then my cock, and even my anus. I felt a shiver journey from my ass, through my balls to my cock.

“Oh my God,” I groaned as I felt every drop of blood in my body rush to my groin, while the evidence of my arousal grew thicker. I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Helga set the bowl on the coffee table and then grasped my cook in her right hand and took me deep into her mouth while caressing my balls with the left hand. I was still so excited she washed my genitals; I couldn’t hold any longer and blasted massive spurts of cum into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “Oh God, Helga, Yesssss!”

Helga swallowed it all without losing a drop. She licked her lips and seemed proud of herself.

Helga then sprawled on her back on the sofa with her legs spread, offering herself to me. I wasted little time leaping between her legs and prepared to shove my still erect cock into her pussy, but was stopped by her.

“No! No, no, no, Jim”, she shouted as she pushed my hard cock away from her pussy. “It’s time for you to get me ready!”

“What do you mean, get you ready,” I asked? “I thought you WERE ready.”

Okay, keep in mind that I was just a rookie at the time. I still had a lot to learn. Not only about being a police officer, but about how to please a woman like Helga. I guess I should have mentioned at the beginning of this story that I grew up in a small town. I was anything but sophisticated.

“You need to use your tongue, Sugar,” Helga replied in her sexy Nordic accent. “and make me cum at least one time before we can begin our lovemaking,”

I gazed at Helga’s neatly trimmed blond pubic hair that looked and felt like golden silk and hesitantly replied, “I’ve never done anything like that to a woman before.”

“What?” Helga shouted! She was astounded.

Helga then sat up with a stunned look on her face. She groused, “Teenagers in Iceland engage in orally pleasuring each other long before they ever attempt intercourse. It continues to be a part of the foreplay when they do move on to intercourse.”

Helga appeared to be so frustrated with me, I thought she might call the whole thing off.

“I don’t mind doing it,” I quickly apologized, “but as I said, I’ve never done it before and truthfully don’t know how to do it,”

“That okay, Honey.” Helga’s sexy Nordic accent sounded softer and more understanding when she said, “just crawl between my legs and let Mommy show you how it’s done.”

She patted the space between her legs and motion for me to move closer. I paused a moment and then said, “Okay, I’m eager to learn how to pleasure you with my tongue, but please don’t refer to yourself as ‘Mommy’ when you are with me.”

Helga smiled, nodded her head, yes. I slowly made my approach to her moist pussy. Once I was positioned properly, she said, “Now take your thumbs and spread the lips of my vagina and lightly blow your hot breath over it.”

I did as Helga instructed and, at the same time, inhaled the aroma of her feminine arousal. I found Helga’s scent almost intoxicating. I felt I could lay there all night, just smelling her sexual fragrances. Her scent made my cock harder than ever.”

Helga stroked my hair, and the moment my lips touched her pussy, she reflexively squeezed my head between her thighs. Helga held me there a minute then relaxed the pressure on my head.

“Does it feel alright,” I inquired? “Am I doing it right?”

“Go slow,” she whispered, “I love it.”

I tongue fucked her for a few minutes and licked her wet labia. I was doing everything but trying to crawl inside. It was all I knew to do. She patted me on the head and interrupted me.

“Okay, sweetie, you are doing just fine,” she praised me. “Do you see the little hard knob protruding from a little hood at the top of my slit?”

I nodded, yes. Helga’s accent was still driving me crazy. I thought I was going to cum just listening to her talk.

“Okay, Precious, I want you to lightly kiss that little knob and then gently stroke it with the tip of your tongue.”

Helga moaned when I did it and urged me to continue until told otherwise. I could feel her thighs trembling against my face as I repeatedly swabbed that little knob with the rough surface of my tongue. I felt her fingers entwined in my hair, pulling me harder against her pussy. Helga began undulating against my face and squeezed her thighs tightly against the sides of my head. A minute later, she was shuddering and stiffening her whole body. I wasn’t sure about Ataşehir Travesti what was happening until her juices flooded my face.

“Yesssss! Oh fuckin’, Yesssss,” she wailed! “Oh, fuck… I can’t stop cumming, Baby! Oh my God, that felt good.”

She released my head from her gripping thighs and dropped her hands to her sides. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. I watch as her beautiful breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her pale nipples were erect, and I had the urge to suck one into my mouth, but I waited for Helga to tell me what she wanted next. I liked this older woman teaching me how to be a better lover.

Helga asked me to lie on my back. I did as she instructed, and Helga straddling my waist and rubbed her wet pussy against my belly. With a wicked expression on her beautiful face, Helga leaned forward, finding my mouth and kissed me hard, driving her tongue deep inside my mouth. Helga shifted so that she was lying on me, with my hard cock sandwiched between our stomachs. She let out a soft moan, then wiggled a bit lower. I could feel the moisture from her pussy dripping on my swollen cock. She began to grind her wet pussy along the span of my entire cock, soaking my shaft and my balls.

Helga continued to slide her wet folds along the length of my cock. She spread her natural lubrication along my shaft from the tip of my mushroom-shaped crown down to my pulsating balls and back up. That felt good. So good, I was afraid that I may have premature ejaculation. I don’t think I would have been able to stand the embarrassment if that had happened. I began recalling some gruesome scenes I had witnessed on the job to keep from cumming too soon. That somewhat helped, but it was stealing part of the pleasure Helga was delivering.

I gave up and shifted my attention back to Helga’s marvelous performance, and my pleasures returned. I needed more, so did Helga. She lifted her lips from my mouth and stuck her wet tongue in my ear. I almost shot my wad again at that point. I don’t understand why I didn’t. My balls were tingling, and I could tell an orgasm was close.

“I need you inside me,” Helga whispered in my ear after she broke from tonguing my ear. She pushed her hand between our bodies. Helga seized my shaft and squeezed it, making me moan. I wasn’t sure if I could last long enough even to put my cock into Helga. The thoughts going through mind were how embarrassing it would be if I didn’t last.

With a naughty smile, she moved her legs up, so she was hovering just above me. My cock was inches from her pussy. I tried to thrust my cock up into her warmth, but Helga was resolved to maintain control. We were both desperate for the same thing, but Helga was going to decide when it would happen. Helga slowly lowered herself down. She masterfully guided my rigid cock toward her wet entrance. I thought Helga was going to tease me, but she didn’t even try to taunt me. As soon as my cock was in a position to enter her wet pussy, she sank down along my shaft, exhaling a soft sigh as her body welcomed me inside.

“Oh, yes!… Fuck, yes!” Helga gasped.

The tip of my cock pushed past her wet lips. I couldn’t believe how great my cock felt inside her. It felt so fucking natural as her smooth walls enveloped and shrouded my swollen cock. Helga let me know that she liked my thick cock invading her cunt to its depth. She said my cock was on the verge of making her cum again. She wasn’t shy about making it clear that another orgasm was what she needed.

Helga’s velvet pussy felt fantastic, squeezing, and massaging my cock. Still, I decided it was time for me to take control. I flipped Helga on her back while making sure my cock didn’t disengage from her cunt. I surprised her, but she didn’t protest. She wrapped her long legs around my waist as I drove deep, and she met each of my thrusts with one of her own.

“Oh, my God, Jim, your cock feels so fucking good inside me,” Helga gasped! “I like a man who knows how to take command.”

Her fingernails were running up and down my back, leaving little goosebumps and chills that ran down my spine. Those chills caused a slight electrical tingling inside my ass. The tingles moved to my balls, and I could feel the start of my orgasm. I could hear Helga whimpering and moaning again. Suddenly her pussy tightened. I could feel the tension in the muscles of my cock and knew that I was very close to cumming. I glanced at her face, and her eyes were shut, and her face glowed with a look of pure bliss.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I think I’m gonna cum, Helga. Your goddamn cunt… feels so fucking… unbelievable!” I moaned. I eagerly kissed one breast then the other after each word. Helga giggled when I clamped down onto a swollen nipple, and sucked vigorously, causing Helga to squeal.

Helga sighed softly against my ear. She shuddered, and I could feel a surge of pleasure dashing through her body. She ground against me, instinctively as the intimacy of the moment brought our bodies together. Helga’s arms were around my neck, and I embraced her to me, tenderly kissing her as we rhythmically moved in sync uniting in a common goal. I wanted her to cum again before I did, but that looked doubtful. I continued to hammer away at her wet pussy, frantically fucking her harder and harder. Helga dropped her hand to her clit and rubbed it vigorously. She was desperate to cum at the same time as me.

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The Reverend and his Lamb

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‘Now, after what I just told you concerning this little tale of the young couple, who can tell me exactly what Jesus says about premarital sex?’ Reverend Martin posed in his light Southern drawl to his congregation seated in front of him, all eyes held upon his lips and their minds dutifully soaking in every word. His sturdy baritone voice reverberated across the wooden interior of the chapel with only the faintest help from his collar microphone. ‘I’ll give y’all a hint, the answer lies somewhere in 1 Thessalonians and don’t be afraid, I’m not asking for a dissertation from anyone this morning.’

The eyes belonging to the young woman on the right side of the aisle in the fifth row from the front broke away from the pastor’s place at the raised podium and scanned the church. The turnout was the usual; just about all of the aged oak pews were occupied with pious members of the community ranging from mostly well-behaved young children stuffed in a mother’s definition of Sunday best to the elderly, faithful adherents to the Lord’s teachings ever since they were themselves the former’s age.

She saw Martin’s gaze panning across the people as he looked for an assistant to answer his question. She easily picked out various prominent figures among them as they both scanned the group. Miss Dougherty from the community outreach center sat near the front in a wide yellow hat adorned with daffodils to match her dress, and across from her on the other side of the aisle a few rows back the local pediatrician Dr. Arnold sat straight in a light charcoal suit cinched by a bright green bolo tie. Other pillars of the town filled out the rest of the room, yet the two’s distinctive outfits focused the woman’s attention. The reverend himself was dressed in a dark suit with black undershirt and only a mote of blue on his tie and a dove on his lapel. The thirty-something man was a focal point of solemnness contrasted with the beige wall behind him with stained-glass windows depicting Christ in various Biblical scenes. His deep voice carried a weight beyond his age and the posture and demeanor with which he preached enraptured his audience.

‘Miss Daisy Graham, perhaps you could enlighten us on this fine morning.’ Martin’s attention fell on the woman and his characteristic smile beamed upon speaking her name as it did upon addressing all members of his flock.

Daisy was a shy woman when called upon. While she was most definitely a willing participant every Sunday morning, she felt apprehensive and nervous upon being selected by the reverend despite having the upmost respect and admiration for him. His questions including this one tended to be softballs, yet she always remained afraid of embarrassing herself in front of him despite her frequent dives into Scripture. Martin’s voice felt to her ears like gentle music, yet as deep, strong and supportive as a bundle of lumber. She wanted to lose herself in it.

‘Reverend, God says that we should abstain from sexual immorality and to control themselves in holiness, unlike the Gentiles in their passion of lust,’ she stood up and answered. The twenty-year-old roughly paraphrased the verse in Thessalonians; not a bad attempt for only once witnessing the verse on the projector twenty or so minutes prior. Her own accented voice did not match the pastor’s in tone, yet complimented with femininity befitting a Southern woman her age.

‘Very good, Daisy.’ Martin applauded with the same grin. ‘God teaches us that sex is a holy thing to be shared by a man and woman united in holy matrimony, and that laying with one another before that time is a sin.’

She returned to her seat as he continued onwards with his sermon, speaking not from the Bible but from his own teachings. Warm with his approval, her pale cheeks flushed and her legs shivered under her dress. Any discussion relating to sex made her hot. She was only twenty; she couldn’t help it.

Daisy stared at the ceiling briefly, watching two circular fans lazily blow around hot air circulating throughout the chapel. She felt a few drops of sweat carry themselves down her lower back and down her tits beneath her sundress as she became acutely aware of the heat from the bodies contained within in addition to her internal temperature.

As Reverend Martin continued to speak, she returned her attention to him. She was able to clearly see his hands clasp the edges of the podium with sincerity and grit as he carried on with his message. His fingers revealed traces of roughness and a hint of a scar; she was told once that he grew up working in a logging yard before he turned to preaching. The long sleeves of his suit coat exposed a few inches of a toned forearm wrapped in dark hair as his hands moved to the top. Martin’s speech devolved from discernable words to a gentle rhythm in her mind as Daisy’s eyes began to trace their way from his fingers up to his arm and back down again.

‘And that, my lovely sheep, is where we will leave off for today. God be with you all and may He bless each and every one of Antalya Travesti you as you brave the challenges of life.’ After an uncertain amount of time passed, Daisy’s mind returned to the present as Reverend Martin ended his sermon with his signature farewell and closed his Bible.

The congregation slowly began to stand up all according to their individual ability and file out of the church as a pre-recorded Gospel hymn played out over two large speakers mounted in the ceiling over the pews. Her mother and father seated on her right stood up and beckoned for her to follow suit.

Daisy’s eyes followed the minister as he began to put away his speaking aids and turned to a church administrator discussing matters she couldn’t divine. It was only when her father addressed her that she was able to break away.

‘You did well answering this morning, Daisy.’ He spoke with a clipped tone that left no room for nonsense and was straight to the point. ‘You should be proud of yourself for your devotion to the Lord.’

‘He’s right, honey,’ her mother added. ‘You’ve had an answer every time he’s called on you, and I can hear you every night in your room saying your prayers.’

Daisy nodded in affirmation, and while it was true she appreciated how far she had come in the eyes of religion, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of neglect. Both of them were always quick to praise her in anything relating to religious matters, yet in almost everything else from when she was in school, playing sports or even her current job at the local grocery store, silence was far more common. She had since graduated high school over two years ago

She and her family exited the large double doors into the bright morning sunlight. Daisy brought her hand to her face and shielded her eyes, brushing aside her blonde hair. The air outside was notably cooler than the chapel and she experienced the heat leave her body as the sweat evaporated from her bosom and ass.

Daisy wouldn’t exactly describe herself as overdeveloped, but a consistent regime of running and playing tennis had gifted her with an athletic body and a figure that would catch the eye of any young man around. Although the teachings of the church lay foremost in her mind concerning dating, she smiled contentedly to herself whenever she caught a sidelong glance from one of them.

‘Daisy, may I please see you for a second?’ The familiar voice of the reverend called out to her from within the church and lifted her spirits.

‘Sure thing!’ Her parents kept walking to the parking lot as she half-ran back inside. ‘What do you need, Reverend?’

‘I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have an issue with helping me out with getting set up for the youth group tonight.’ Martin greeted her with his smile once again and she could see his gleaming brown eyes. Daisy experienced the familiar feeling of her cheeks reddening, although this time not from the lacking performance of the church’s ventilation system.

‘Oh, that’s tonight at 7:30, correct?’ She made a final check in her head that it wouldn’t conflict with her grocery store scheduling and was relieved to find that it did not.

‘That would be it Daisy; you are correct.’ He pulled back on his sleeve to check his watch. ‘It shouldn’t last more than an hour or so, maybe a bit longer.’

‘No, I’m perfectly fine for tonight, and my parents are completely fine with it.’ They readily accepted any chance for her to embed herself further within the church and rarely questioned any meeting between her and the reverend.

‘Sounds fantastic, I will see you here then.’ With a wave, he bid her farewell and she joined her parents in the car.

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The abrupt sound of the hot water released from the shower head immediately filled the small bathroom, and the steam arrived a short time later.

Daisy started at the top; she poured lavender shampoo and ran her slender hands through her shoulder-length straw-colored hair and angled her face towards the torrent. Her sky blue eyes closed as she felt the calming heat pass over and around her naked body.

Why do they only care about the damn church? She would never utter the word in public, but as she figured, there was no harm residing in her thoughts. Is that it? Their only measure for a good person is how much of the Bible they can read?

The familiar scent of her hair product filled her nostrils and caused her to sigh in brief respite. It had been this way for a while. Her parents had always been pious (as well as anyone else, really), and earlier in her life they had taken an interest in other aspects of her life, but for the past few years, their interest had only lingered on religion.

You attended Bible study this week, right? Make sure you read your Bible every night. Have you been a good little Christian?

As the thoughts stampeded through her brain and the water cascaded over her, she looked down at herself, and she thanked the Lord her parents had never Konya Travesti instilled any shame concerning it (although she wouldn’t put it past them had they been possessed by the idea, she mused).

She was a Southern belle in every sense of the word. Her youthful body was slim, fit and attractive. Her boobs were round and perky, yet their lines still suggested speed and lean strength in line with her frame. The suggestion of abs was visible though her stomach, honed through constant exercise and a modest diet. Her ass was round and firm, exhibiting muscles well-practiced on the running track, the tennis court and in the squat rack.

Daisy grabbed it with her hand and felt the rigidity in her palm. My body is a temple for the Lord. She squeezed gently. But any guy I know would love to get a crack at this. Daisy may have been a devout Christian, but the girl wasn’t stupid. She saw the stares. She indulged in self-satisfaction and validation from the sexual attention in the unassailable privacy of her mind. The compact walls of the shower only amplified her dissident thoughts.

Her hand moved towards her front, around her taut thigh and in between her legs. Her fingers slipped in the tuft of hair above her vag and the tips only hinted at touching the soft pink folds beneath.

Pretty ironic the only person to ever really ask about my actual life is the damn reverend. She twirled her short hairs while rubbing body wash over herself with the other. Every time I see him, he asks me how the job’s going, how I actually am, not just how well I know a book. He actually gives half a shit.

She gasped as her middle finger dipped down and brushed against her clit. She rarely played with herself (of course a good little Christian girl shouldn’t), but occasionally she allowed herself to fall prey to her desires.

Today would not be one of those days, unfortunately despite her urges.

She pulled her fingers back and traced them up her stomach, applying a dab of body wash with a final sigh and resumed cleaning herself. At least I’ll be seeing him in a bit, and it’ll get me out of the house.

Daisy rinsed off after she had made sure every inch of her body was as clean as possible and hopped out of the shower.

‘Daisy, don’t take too long in there, our water bill was looking pretty high last month!’ came a cry from her mother in the kitchen. ‘And remember your prayers tonight!’

‘I’m already out!’ Daisy out of ingrained defensiveness turned her towards the mirror before she rolled her eyes. Case in point. I can’t wait until I get out of here.

She threw on a modest T-shirt and jeans once in her bedroom without bothering with a bra. It was small, with a full-size bed taking up about half the room. A large wooden crucifix hanging over the headboard was the only overt Christian imagery present, with various sports trophies and other memorabilia lining the shelves and dresser top. Her Bible was kept in her nightstand drawer.

‘You’re going to be late!’ her mother called out to her again from down the hall.

Trust me, I’m not. Daisy buttoned her jeans and zipped them around her hips.

‘I’m hurrying up!’ She responded, mediating the tone of her voice to not invoke her or her father’s ire. Her latest trophy—a first place award from her local intramural tennis league last season sat front and center on her dresser. She tried telling her parents about it, and all she received in response was the typical prodding into religious studies. None of it mattered to them if God wasn’t tacked onto the end of it. Is that really all they see me as or want me to be, a good little Christian girl?

Her ensemble concluded with a pair of blue and white running shoes. She liked how they shaped her legs and figured that a few miles down to the church, especially while driving really wouldn’t cause any harm.

Daisy tied her shoelaces and almost raced out her door through the kitchen. Dinner was concluded early tonight; she had scarfed down a plate of mashed potatoes, peas and a pork chop before she hopped in the shower. Her mother had just finished putting away the dishes and her father sat contentedly on the couch engrossed in the evening news’ stock reports. Neither made any kind of motion indicating her presence.

‘I’m heading out; I’ll be back sometime later!’ She grabbed her car keys from the kitchen table.

‘Say hi to Reverend Martin for me, please.’ Her mother remained at work scrubbing plates and silverware in the sink without turning.

Daisy gave one glance back at her mother and father and exited her home.

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The chapel seemed to reflect the coming dark of the evening. The solar-powered lights outside the building illuminated the wide-sided exterior yet cast shadows that grew as the sun dipped down on the horizon. The asphalt of the empty parking lot reflected the darkness of the siding and the closed front doors that escaped the beams of light.

Daisy pulled into the İzmir Travesti lot and saw only one vehicle: the distinctive red pickup belonging to the reverend. Her watch read 6:45.

‘Guess 15 minutes early is standard where he’s from,’ she muttered to herself as the vehicle rolled to a stop. It dwarfed her tiny Prius, yet scratches near the wheel wells and tire wear betrayed the life of work the truck had led compared to many of the pristine vehicles driven around by some of the town’s male population. They seemed to be particularly prominent this week. Daisy felt a surge of warmth in seeing that the pastor had not yet abandoned a life of physicality.

One of the chapel doors remained locked; she swung the opposing side inward. She was surprised to see the inside fully lit and both ceiling fans rotating at a noticeably increased pace than before. The pews in the front of the sanctuary that previously held loyal churchgoers now served to hold several large-sized cardboard boxes filled with Easter ornamentation long since stored in a back room. In the ring of several such boxes directly in front of the altar stood Reverend Martin himself. Instead of his deep black robes the man wore a simple shirt not unlike Daisy’s own and a pair of straw-colored chinos, with black and white sneakers poking out from underneath.

‘Reverend!’ Daisy called out in an excited yet moderately-hushed tone in fear of startling any poor souls stuck on box-hauling duty in storage. Luckily, the man was the only form of life she could detect in the empty house of worship.

Her face tingled and breath tightened as she approached him. The relaxed wardrobe gave the woman a better view of his burly arms, biceps and triceps as tight as his forearms the morning prior.

‘Daisy, glad you could join me tonight.’ Martin squatted down to set aside a particularly heavy load; the fabric of his pants almost perfectly mirrored the thighs beneath.

She threw her arms and took him in a deep embrace. As Daisy buried her face into his shoulder, Martin focused his view behind her to ensure both of the church doors were closed before returning.

‘I couldn’t wait to just get out of that house,’ she squeaked out as she pulled herself closer for a few brief moments. ‘At least dinner was good.’

‘Oh, I definitely remember your mother’s roast beef at the potluck a few weeks ago, it’s to die for.’ Martin’s hand clasped gently around the back of her head and lightly coursed through the thin strands. He felt her body’s warmth through his fabric of his T-shirt.

‘What’re you working on?’ Daisy pulled herself away to get a better look at the waiting decorations. ‘Getting ready for Easter?’

‘Same time every year.’ Martin took a pastel-colored streamer and started to hang it up several feet up from the pews on the wall, balancing on a stepstool. As he reached on his toes to fasten the decoration Daisy took note of his shirt exposing a few inches of midriff and the beginning of a trail of hair leading down beneath his pants, observing the contrast of black hair on tanned skin.

Daisy’s heartbeat steadily increased. Her hands slowly reached up to him and her palms delicately brushed his sides underneath his shirt.

‘I don’t suppose at the very least waiting until I hang this up is an option,’ Martin quipped as her hands found purchase on his bare skin.

‘Nope.’

It wasn’t every week that Reverend Martin and Daisy Graham met after Sunday morning worship together, but every time it did, it always started off with her unbuckling his pants and guiding him inside her mouth and down her throat.

His soft moans dampened the young woman’s panties as she caressed the pastor’s cock with her tongue. Hearing the man preach and guide the throng of people in spiritual adulation was enrapturing to her, and as she worked, she imagined one of her perverse fantasies with him; particularly her being tucked away under the podium, serving him with her mouth as he conducted service with her mother and father none the wiser. Her underwear couldn’t be more drenched at the thought.

‘My beautiful little lamb,’ Martin breathed as he stroked her. A muffled moan emerged from her throat as he called Daisy by her favorite name.

‘All yours, Reverend.’ Daisy replied. Martin’s cock twitched as her tongue flicked his nutsack.

The pet name emerged on their second meeting after a particularly interesting sermon illustrating the metaphor of Jesus and his flock. Afterwards she had come to see him and requested the reverend’s guidance concerning a few Biblical passages she was having trouble divining a similar meaning. After the pastor flipped open his own Bible and pored over the meaning of the dense text with her, he offered to provide her an object lesson to cement home the meaning of how to properly please a man. She was more than willing to follow along.

Reverend Martin removed himself from the stepstool and exhaled loudly. He looked down to see Daisy returning his gaze with her own persistent grin; her hand remaining on him and working up and down his shaft. She had taken to his guidance rapidly; there was no church or Scripture passage in the world that could quell the fires of lust and excitement in a twenty-year-old woman once secure, comfortable and free of judgment.

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The Secret Sessions Ch. 02

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Several days passed with conversation, drinks and the odd meal but no sex going on between us until that is Friday evening, just after 7pm I answered a knock at the door, to find Ria standing there in a tight pink mini dress covered on small white flowers, a ring of pearls around her neck and holding a matching pair of high heels. Ria’s make up was perfectly done to the point that it hardly showed and she looked stunning. She explained that she was going out to meet a couple of friends for dinner who were passing through town, but her shoes were new and she was having difficulty getting the pin through the buckle on the strap and could I help?

I motioned for her to come in and she went straight through and sat on the sofa, when I closed the door & walked in she had already put both shoes on, leaving the straps for me, I knelt in front of her left foot and began to fasten the shoe as required, the smell of her light perfume was gently catching my nose, I felt her watching me intently as I completed the first buckle, as I moved side ways to her right leg, Ria parted her legs enough for me to see all the way up her dress.

I could not help but be transfixed, at the junction of her thighs I could see her pussy, barely covered in what looked like sheer panties with small jewels decorating them, immediately a bulge appeared in my trousers in anticipation. After what seemed like an eternity she closed her legs snapping me back to the job in hand. I quickly completed the second shoe and just remained on my knees staring.

Ria stood up, my face was level with her crotch, I looked up to see her looking down,

“Get up,” she said

as I did so I brushed my nose along the front of her groin, signalling my intent to pick up where we had left off. Instead Ria said,

“My taxi is here, thank you,”and left.

I was in no doubt that I was being teased, like an expert angler Ria had thrown out the bait and I had bitten, I was hooked, I was desperate for more of her. Over the next couple of hours the image of her kept running through my mind I barely watched the game on TV that I has been eagerly awaiting all week. A few hours later I heard the unmistakeable sound of a car door, then a few seconds later a knock at my front door.

I flew off the sofa to the door and there was Ria, the object of my desire. Once inside she marched passed me towards the kitchen, Ria appeared to have had a few drinks but was far from drunk, in fact it was the most relaxed I had seen her, I asked if she would like a glass of wine, and then I got two glasses, I turned to open the wine and I heard Ria behind me put down her bag, I filled the two glasses Travesti and then turned to hand one to Ria, what greeted me was a sight that completely blew me away.

Ria had hitched up her dress over her waist, she was perched on the end of the table feet just over shoulder width apart, her right hand pulling her love cup open, gone was the Brazilian, replaced by a silk smooth hairless pussy and a clit clip with small pink jewels adoring it. Then it hit me like a sledgehammer, it wasn’t sheer panties with jewels I’d seen earlier, it was her pussy adorned by the clip.

I stood speechless for a full minute, taking in the view of those dark perfect inner lips and her brown clit swollen from where the clip was gripping it. Even from six feet I could see the sheen of moisture decorating her labia, the minx had been out all evening with a bare, smooth and decorated grotto, knowing full well that she had me on a string.

I dropped the wine glasses, in two strides I covered the distance between us, I reached out with my left hand grabbing her jaw in my hand, I forced my tongue into her month, kissing her roughly, in tandem I formed my index & middle finger into a pointer and with one swift movement shoved the two fingers right up inside her, my thumb pressing firmly on her clitoris. I hooked my fingers back inside her searching for her g-spot as I finger fucked her gently. Ria was grunting as she came, the pressure both inside her cunt and on her clitoris too much for her to take, I released her face and stopped working my fingers, in a hushed tone I whispered

“I’m going to give you the fucking of your life,” Ria’s face broke into a wicked smile and said

“Lets see you try.”

As I struggled to open my jeans to free my cock, Ria turned around and placed her hands on the table, pushing her hips backwards, inviting me to fill her from behind, as I placed my hands on her hips to position myself she rocked forwards placing her weight on her hands, she then lifted her legs onto the table at ninety degrees to her body, effectively doing the splits along the edge of the table, she leaned forward until her chest touched the table top, with both hands she reached back and spread her pussy wide open. I was so close to coming right there, but I knew that Ria wanted more, I knelt down to get a close up view of her vagina and could see the jewels gently resting on the table top, I extended my legs, grabbed her hips and drove my rod with huge force deep into her aching tunnel. Ria winced at the force with which she has been penetrated, but then let out a gasp of pleasure.

I withdrew and then slammed into her again, this Ankara Travesti time forcing her juices to squeeze out over her clit and onto the table top, again I drove into her, a cry of pleasure, I began to pound away at her helpless pussy, she removed her hands in order to steady herself on the table, it seemed that any second I would split her in half with the force of the pounding she was getting, but the harder I fucked the more she came and the more she came the harder she wanted to be fucked.

By now Ria was giggling as I pummelled her pussy, I was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget, I withdrew my member and pressed the end at her starfish, immediately her head spun around in shock, I waited as smile spread across her face, and as she turned away I plunged my dick deep into her arse. This was virgin territory for Ria and her anus tried resist my thrust, Ria let out a yell as my 7 inches drilled deep, if I though her pussy was tight, her arse was even tighter, all that was about to change as for the second time I drove my cock deep into her.

Ria didn’t know what to do, implied on my member she began to rub her pussy as I thundered into her arse, time after time she came, the table top awash with juice, finally just as I was approaching peak I slipped out of her arse and drove once more into her pussy, as I hit the hilt of her tunnel my end exploded filling her with come. In my fervour I hadn’t noticed that Ria had become fully submissive, she was lying on the table, legs split wide having been fucked in both holes, oozing juice and helpless to prevent the waves of orgasm shuddering through her. After a few seconds I helped her from the table, scooping her up in my arms I carried the exhausted Ria upstairs and laid her on the bed.

I left Ria on the bed for a few minutes while a ran a hot deep bath filled with soothing oils and bubbles, I returned to the bedroom and told her what was waiting for her, Ria rose up and began to slip out of her dress and I undid her shoes, her face still flushed I led her to the bathroom and she slipped into the water. As she lay there every now and again I caught a glimpse of her breast as they floated free of the bubbles.

“Ria,” I said

“I’m sorry if I went too far”

“Oh no you did just fine, I’m ashamed to say it but what I needed was a fucking and I knew you would give me that if I made you.”

As she said it a smile spread across her face,

“Here.” she said

as she raised her arm our of the water towards me with her fist closed, as I reached forward she dropped a little pink set of jewels into the palm of my hand, her clit clip. İstanbul Travesti All I could do was say

“Wow that certainly worked.”

“I know.” she replied

with a very cheeky smile.

Ria went onto explain that she had been web shopping for the clip and had stayed away from sex with me for a few days in order for her waxing to be a surprise and that with the clip attached she hoped that I would stir me into giving her a good seeing to, it had worked, Ria it turned out had left the my house after our first encounter and immediately began planning this evening. As we spoke I laughing said,

“Is there anything else I should know about?”

“Of course there is.” came the reply

“Ok you want to fill me in?”

Ria thought for a moment and said,

“If I tell you one thing I would like to try, then you have to tell me one, deal?”

“Deal,you first.” I replied.

Ria was silent for a moment and then admitted that she had seen bondage gear while shopping on the web and that she liked the idea of being tied gently with nothing too extreme happening to her. This obviously appealed to me the thought of Ria being restrained was an image all too easily conjured up in my mind. When it came to my turn I thought for a moment and said that I would love to have a woman in her sexiest get up do a naked photo shoot with me as the photographer, access all areas. Ria giggled at my admission and asked which one was it to be, hers or mine? I reached up to the bathroom tidy and unscrewed the top of a toothpaste tube, hid my hands behind my back, switched the top between my hands a number of times and then held both my arms outstretched.

“If you pick the top, it’s your fantasy, if the hand is empty it’s mine”

Ria agreed, she touched my left hand which I opened to reveal an empty palm, the photo shoot it was to be.

“I need to shop.”Ria said

before slipping entirely into the bath, the words so do I came to mind.

After her bath Ria and I finalised our plans, she was to pick her outfit and tell me when she was ready and I would plan the shoot, but it looked like the following weekend would be a good bet. I mentioned at the start of re-telling of this story that I was lucky enough to be able to enjoy women full time, this is because 2 years ago I won a substantial amount of money on the lottery, millions in fact, and a fact that I had told no-one.

I already ran my own successful business making items for the aerospace industry, so the acquisition of a couple of other medium sized businesses only looked like expansion, for the three I employed managers which allowed me to stay away from the day to day running. I already had two homes and several cars of a nice but understated nature, but last year I had bought a house about 30 miles from the beach side house, this was my retreat, where I brought no-one, but this is where I would hold the photo shoot.

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