Ay: Eylül 2023

The Peeper and the Bitch Ch. 12

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This is the last chapter of this series. Honestly, I didn’t expect it to get this long. But I’m proud it did. I feel like I did a better job with the characters and the scenarios they found themselves in than my first Literotica story-Xi High School’s Dangerous Darling.

This series was also much more heartwarming, intense.

And yes, all my stories on this account share the same universe. Wei first appeared in Xi High School’s Dangerous Darling. Obviously, he appeared as an evil person in this series too, but I was able to show his more humane side.

So, time for me to finish this.

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On his knees, his mental hospital patient pants touching green grass blades, Reo trembled while saying, in Mongolian, “I’m going to kill all of you. I’ll take your skin off. I’ll do it slowly. You’ll suffer.”

The white-haired Chinese gangster slammed his palm against Reo’s cheek. He said, in Japanese, “Wei was my best employee. He was like a son to me. A mourning man is always dangerous. Whatever language you keep spouting from your Jap mouth, I suggest you shut up. Be a Jap for once, speak Japanese.”

Wei’s boss slapped Reo again.

Biming and the Chinese gangster Reo never seen not wearing sunglasses both laughed.

The Chinese gangster holding a sniper rifle didn’t laugh, didn’t, didn’t smirk, didn’t smile.

He trained his eyes on the vast meadow, the flowing stream, the sun-bathed flowers, the advancing bear.

“That bear is going to kill you, unless you give me a solution to my problem.” Wei’s boss said as him and the other Chinese gangsters put distance between themselves and the kneeling Reo. “I need a girl who will sell at a high price. Please, let me know if you know a girl who would sell for a high price on the market.”

The bear crushed grass, smashed flowers underneath its clawed paws, intent on making a kill.

A gust rippled Reo’s black hair.

The Chinese gang were ready to let a bear eat Reo alive on the meadow in Hokkaido.

The eighteen-year old Reo’s heart pounded.

He took quick breaths as he trembled.

The bear continued charging, appearing as furious as a priest who became aware his wife became an atheist.

“My shooter can solve your current plight, Jap.” Wei’s boss said before chuckling. “A girl in exchange for you not becoming bear food. Pick the smart choice. There’s always more pussy out there.”

Reo’s teeth chattered.

The warm sunlight didn’t prevent a chill from running along Reo’s spine.

Goosebumps spread across the boy’s skin.

He kept his eyes trained on the charging bear, who would have zero remorse if it sunk its jagged teeth into Reo’s flesh, his bones.

Altantsetseg entered Reo’s mind.

She died when she was eighteen-years old, a bullet fired by an American named Milo having had brought the Mongolian girl death.

Reo longed to have his heart stop.

If Altantsetseg was dead, Reo had no reason to live.

He wasn’t aware who his parents were.

At the mental hospital, Erino had tried chopping off Reo’s penis.

A girl named Saya seemed to have had the longing to kill Erino.

It was possible Erino had stolen a love letter Reo wrote for Saya.

If that was true, Reo might be able to trust Saya, share secrets with her, give her love.

He longed to become aware how Saya was alert to the fact he existed.

Tears blurring his vision, Reo said, in Japanese, “How does Saya know me? Who is she?”

“What?” Biming said in Japanese, the bear two-hundred feet away from Reo.

“How does Saya know me?” Reo said in a trembling tone.

He blinked, let the tears descend his face.

The tears were warm.

“You obviously don’t remember him, but my best friend-Wei-told me you had sex with Saya after she caught you peeping in the female locker room at school.” Biming said as the bear stopped.

The Chinese gangster holding the sniper rifle laughed. He said, “What the fuck?! Seriously?”

Biming chuckled, focus on the bear.

The savage creature emitted a loud roar.

It advanced towards Reo.

More tears left Reo’s eyes.

His body shook.

Reo opened his mouth after his mind filled with the moment Saya rode him in the girls’ locker room a their school.

His mind filled with the moment Saya thrust a strap-on into his ass.

His mind filled with all the memories he lost while being Altantsetseg’s captive.

At the mental hospital, Saya had saved Reo from losing his cock.

The eighteen-year old girl had left Reo, went with Erino.

Reo had made no attempt to speak to Saya.

He had disappointed the girl he had written a love letter for.

“She saved me.” Reo said as the bear ran towards him at an quick pace. “Saya saved me. And I love her.”

Wei’s boss scoffed. He said, “Enough with the Jap love realization. I still need a solution for my problem. The bear will eat you alive if you don’t give me a solution.”

Reo took a shaking breath. When the bear was fifteen feet away from him, he said, “Kashi Erino!”

The sniper took aim, fired.

A bullet met the bear’s fur, skin, flesh, Travesti skull, launched through the back of its head.

The bear dropped, squirmed for six seconds, died.

The gunshot sounded throughout the meadow, the area.

Birds left the trees, formed a massive flock as they fleed, the winged animals terrified.

“Who is Kashi Erino.” Wei’s boss said.

Reo turned to the ancient Chinese man. He said, “She’s eighteen. Her breasts are huge. And if you can’t take her, Wei’s girlfriend Hana will be another great choice. She’s got a nice butt. Eighteen too. Both girls should sell for a high price.”

Wei’s boss nodded, seeming as satisfied as a man who shot his cum into a beautiful, twenty-year old virgin woman.

The Chinese man who Reo never seen not wearing sunglasses sneezed.

“Can we get out of here? I’ve been aching for some Jap pussy,” he said.

After returning to Tokyo, Reo accompanied the Chinese gangsters to the outside of Saya’s mansion.

The gangsters hid, trained their eyes on Reo, who wore normal clothes over his mental hospital patient uniform.

Saya’s red sports car remained parked in the home’s driveway.

Reo longed to sit in the car’s passenger seat while Saya drove. If that happened, he would cherish laughing at a joke with Saya, giving her a kiss.

But Erino had Saya as her lover.

Reo intended on making Erino single.

Without Erino, Saya would have to become Reo’s love.

“Aspiring Mongol, what can I do for you?” Erino said after opening the mansion’s door, the eighteen-year old girl dressed in a white robe. “I just finished licking Saya-chan. After she licked me, of course.”

Reo shoved Erino back, entered the home, closed the front door.

Scowling, Reo said, “I’m Japanese. I’m as much of a Jap as you are. And I’m tough now, bitch. Leave. Never come back here again. Saya-chan doesn’t love you.”

Erino smiled, gave three light slaps to Reo’s cheek.

Reo was muscular now.

He had killed wolves in Mongolia.

To him, Erino was as terrifying as a newborn turtle.

Erino moved onto the sofa. She scoffed before saying, “You abandoned Saya-chan. I didn’t. I was always here for her. Where were you? You were losing your mind in Mongolia. And before that, you let me steal the love letter, let me give it to Saya-chan. You’re always going to be a pathetic loser.”

“Like your dead Chinese boyfriend?” Reo said, taking a step towards Erino.

Erino bared her teeth, as if she was a dog planning to kill.

“Mention him again and I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you like I killed the gang who killed him.” Erino said, clenching her fists. She stood. “Get the fuck out of here.”

Saya stepped into view, on the stairs, donning a red dress, appearing more beautiful than the previous times Reo seen her.

Saya covered her mouth in shock.

Erino didn’t see Saya.

“Didn’t you kill all those gang members? Even months after they kidnapped you? They weren’t a threat then. Instead of going to the police, you illegally acted out justice. Being a vigilante is illegal.” Reo said. “I’m sure the detectives in America would love to see you.”

“I’m going to kill you too.” Erino said.

Erino tackled Reo to the floor.

While slamming her fist into his face, she said, in a loud tone, “I’m going to beat you to death right fucking now!”

Pain shrouded Reo’s face.

Erino didn’t stop hurting him with her fists.

A rage-filled scream came from Erino.

Erino moved.

Saya, pulling Erino back, had stopped Erino from beating Reo to death.

On the floor, Reo laughed with joy, pulled his cellphone from his pocket.

The phone’s voice recorder was on.

Reo stopped voice recording.

Erino screamed in rage, but she did not become aware Reo had been voice recording.

Saya kept Erino restrained. She flashed a smile at Reo, turned her head to Erino, kissed the evil girl’s head. She said, “I love you, Erino-chan.”

Outside, Reo assembled with Biming and the other Chinese gangsters. He said, “We’ll take Wei’s girlfriend.”

“Why?” Biming said, clenching his fists.

“Because Kashi’s going to prison.” Reo said.

When the moon glowed against them as stars remained spread throughout the night sky, outside Wei’s uncle’s warehouse, Biming trained his eyes on Reo, who placed the restrained and gagged Hana into Wei’s boss’s car’s trunk.

Biming scoffed, closed the trunk as tears left Hana’s eyes.

The Chinese gangster clapped Reo’s shoulder. He said, “You might be a weird Jap, but you’re a truly useful one. Bye, Tanaka.”

Biming pulled rolled yen from his pocket, handed it to Reo, moved towards the car’s passenger seat.

“Bye.” Reo said before turning.

Inside the car, Wei’s boss listened as Hana struggled in the trunk.

He smiled.

“Yeah. That Jap turned out more useful than we both expected.” Wei’s boss said when Biming entered the car. Biming closed the door. Wei’s boss moved the car forward. “Let’s get back to China.”

On a Monday, Erino Kashi sat at her desk in Masato High School, eating alone.

Other Ankara Travesti teenagers had their desks arranged in groups. They talked, laughed, ate.

Unlike Erino, they had classmates who cared.

Two men stepped into the classroom, donning brown suits while holding open wallets displaying Tokyo Metropolitan Police Detective badges.

They turned their heads to Erino. In unison, they said, “Kashi Erino. You’re under arrest.”

Saya stopped walking in the school hall when she seen two detectives escorting Erino.

“Erino-chan!” Saya said before moving to the spot near her.

“Go away. Police business,” one of the detectives said, gripping Erino’s arm.

Saya took a trembling breath. She hugged Erino, making the three walking people stop walking.

The two detectives scoffed.

“Stay strong.” Saya said before separating from Erino. She kissed her. “Bye, Erino-chan.”

Erino, tears leaking from her eyes, gave Saya a nod.

“That’s enough gay shit,” said the detective who spoke earlier.

The detectives left with Erino, gripping her arms.

Saya wiped at her tears.

Erino was a girl who killed an entire Chinese gang, had tried chopping off Reo’s penis, had pretended Reo’s love letter was one she wrote, but Erino was a girl who loved Saya.

Reo descended stairs, stepped into the hall, holding a paper sheet.

“Reo.” Saya said after smiling.

Reo turned to her, waved. He said, “Saya.”

Saya approached Reo. She took the paper from him.

“You’re going to school in America?” Saya said in shock.

Reo nodded, ran a hand through his hair. He said, “I need to escape. After everything that’s happened, I feel like Tokyo is too painful to keep living in. Well, Japan as a whole.”

They were the sole people in the hall.

They never kissed each other.

Reo intended on attending school in America, but Saya would move to America with him if she had the urge to.

Reo could be ten thousand miles away from Saya, but the girl would still cherish him, love him.

Saya gave the paper sheet to Reo.

“I understand. I can’t blame you. This year was insane.” Saya said as a male teacher descended the steps Reo had moved on.

The male teacher would grin when he assigned homework the average student would take three days to complete.

He had spent time in Argentina in an attempt to be like the Nazis who fled there after Hitler died.

On April 20th, 2015, he smoked marijuana in Jamaica while drowning stray dogs in a lake.

He belonged in a prison cell.

Saya pulled an envelope from her pocket, handed it to Reo.

The envelope had an heart drawn on it.

“Open that whenever you’re in a private space.” Saya said as the sadistic male teacher scoffed in spite. “And come to my place tonight. My parents aren’t home.”

The male teacher crossed his arms. He said, “That’s a lot of night studying you two will be doing.”

He scoffed, left the hall.

Two hours after school ended for the day, a taxi driver had a heart attack, crashed his taxi into the male teacher.

The sadistic teacher died in the ambulance.

“That was a nice love letter you wrote me, Saya.” Reo said five hours later while sitting on Saya’s bed.

Saya stripped until she had no clothes on. As Reo’s cock grew hard, the wealthy girl said, “You wrote me an even better one. You deserve the letter, like you deserve me.”

Reo nodded.

He took off his clothes, tossed them onto the floor. He said, “I remember how we met. I was a pathetic peeper.”

Still standing, Saya moved two fingers into her wet pussy.

While rubbing her clit, she emitted a soft moan.

“And I beat you up, fucked you. Then you fell in love with me after I fucked your ass a few days later.” Saya said, fingering herself. “I love you now. And we’re together.”

Reo left the bed.

He took Saya’s hand, shut his eyes.

The two exchanged a long, passionate kiss.

Warm joy filled their bodies.

Wei was dead.

The law would decide Erino’s fate.

Hana was gone.

The Chinese gangsters had stopped being a problem for Reo.

Reo and Saya were a couple.

For them, life was as joyful as choosing not to kill yourself and having a great time the next day.

Reo stopped kissing Saya.

He wrapped his arms around her.

She hugged him back.

On the bed, Reo planted kisses against Saya’s stomach as the wealthy girl lied on her back.

When Reo licked her clit, Saya moaned, moved her hands to Reo’s head.

Reo shoved his fingers into Saya’s pussy.

Warmth shrouded the fingers he had moved into his girlfriend’s pussy.

Pussy juice soaked Reo’s fingers.

He pulled his fingers out. They dripped with wetness.

Reo moved his fingers into Saya at a quick pace.

Saya released long moans.

While Reo licked her clit and fingered her, Saya squirted onto his face.

His face warm, wet, Reo grinned. He said, “That’s my girl.”

Reo was no longer a Japanese peeper.

He was a Japanese pleaser.

The Japanese pleaser let Saya’s İstanbul Travesti own pussy juice drip onto her face after bringing his face close to hers.

Reo kissed her, wetting her lips.

He flipped Saya onto her stomach, tapped her ass with his nine-inch long cock, forced Saya onto her hands and knees.

“Just put it in.” Saya said in a trembling voice, sounding more aroused than Reo.

Reo slid his hands along Saya’s warm back.

He eased his huge cock into her wet pussy.

The warmth from Reo’s cock mingled with the warmth from Saya’s pussy.

Saya emitted a soft moan. She gripped her bed’s comforter. She said, “Do whatever you want to me.”

“I will.” Reo said before pulling his cock from Saya’s pussy.

He rammed his cock into her.

Saya jerked forward while yelping.

Reo smiled.

He slammed in and out Saya’s pussy.

Pussy juice dripped onto the comforter, formed a wet spot.

Reo, gripping Saya’s hips, let his balls swing as he cherished the warmth from Saya pussy.

As the bed shook, Saya’s breasts shook.

As Saya’s legs shook, Reo shook.

Reo’s teeth chattered.

Warmth flooding his body, he was aware he would have an intense orgasm.

Saya was his.

He was Saya’s.

“Fuck me!” Saya said a minute later, tears leaking from her eyes. “Keep fucking me like that!”

Saya released short breaths, panting, filled with lust.

Reo panted, slammed his cock into Saya harder.

“You want me to keep fucking you like this?!” Reo said in a shout, his fingernails digging into Saya’s skin.

“I love your cock!” Saya said.

Reo gritted his teeth. He forced Saya onto her stomach. He said, “And like this too?!”

Her body pressing against the bed as the Japanese pleasure rammed into her, Saya said, “Yes! I’m your slut!”

Reo slammed his palm against Saya’s ass.

The sound of Reo spanking Saya’s ass filled the room.

“That’s for beating me when I first met you, slut.” Reo said.

Saya giggled, as if having her ass slapped was as enjoyable as a card game with friends on a beach in Hawaii.

He yanked Saya’s long black hair.

“Say you’re just a cum dumpster.” Reo said while gritting his teeth.

He slapped Saya’s ass with the hand not gripping Saya’s hair.

“Now, slut!” Reo said.

Pussy juice sprayed from Saya, making Reo pull his cock out.

Screaming, filled with bliss, Saya moved her ass into the air, letting her warm cum splash against more areas on the bed, letting her warm cum splash against Reo.

“Fuck.” Saya said in a weak tone.

His legs wet, his cock wet, Reo forced Saya’s face against her pillow, forced himself on the girl, making her stomach press against the wetness on the bed.

“Take this cock again, so I’ll prove you’re just a cum dumpster.” Reo said, thrusting his huge cock into Saya’s wet pussy. The Japanese pleasure moved his thumb into Saya’s ass. “Take my thumb too, cum dumpster.”

Saya’s brown asshole squeezed Reo’s thumb.

After slamming his cock into the screaming Saya three times, Reo launched cum from his soaking wet cock.

The warm cum jets collided with Saya’s pussy, splashed against it.

“Cum dumpster.” Reo said before slamming the back of his hand against Saya’s ass.

Saya shut her eyes. Her face wet with cum and tears, she said, “Your cum dumpster.”

After Reo left Saya’s home, he went to the spot outside an apartment he spent months away from.

Sora Tanaka opened the apartment’s front door, opened his mouth in shock after training his eyes on Reo.

“Son, you’re back.” Reo’s dad said before giving him a tight hug.

Reo’s mom arrived, hugged Reo and Sora.

Reo smiled.

In Yokohama, Milo slammed his fist into a Mexican-hating White man’s face at a park.

The next day, in Beijing, China, Biming stood outside on Xi High School’s grounds, dressed in an outfit worth one thousand American dollars.

He appeared as suave as a person who shot a moving target from three hundred feet away with utter confidence.

He held an envelope in his hand.

It was the envelope Wei had ordered him to give to Ling.

The eighteen-year old Ling walked away from the school, holding another eighteen-year old girl’s hand.

Both girls were dressed in the female version of Xi High School uniforms.

The girls’ white-and-pink plaid skirts moved as their owners’ hips swayed.

The wind rippled the girls’ vests, their pink bows, their white dress shirts underneath the vests.

A gust rippled Ling’s long black hair, moved against her alluring face.

Biming was aware why Wei had chosen Ling to be his girlfriend.

“She’s still beautiful, Wei.” Biming said before moving towards Ling.

When Biming was close to her, Ling stopped walking, released the hand belonging to her friend, who stopped walking too.

Without speaking to each other, Biming and Ling hugged.

“Hey, Ling. Who’s your friend?” Ling’s friend said, gripping her backpack’s straps, staring at Biming with lust.

“Be quiet, Fan.” Ling said. Her and Biming stopped hugging. She grasped Biming’s wrists. “Biming was Wei’s best friend. He’s also my friend.”

Biming turned to Fan. He nodded at her.

“I’m from Guangzhou, moved to Beijing when I was twelve.” Biming said. “Your friend’s boyfriend was like a brother to me.”

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The Reserve

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“Just go!!”

“Rebecca, if you would just . .”

“Damn it, Jonathan, I said to go. I need to think”

“Fine. Call me when you are done thinking.”

When the door slammed shut and I heard his footsteps go down the hallway, I slid down the wall and laid my arms across my knees and allowed myself to release the sobs building up inside. Why me? Why now?

Thing had been boiling to a head really quickly between Jonathan and I. He didn’t understand my obsession with the reserve, and he wouldn’t accept the time I spent protesting the demolition. That it was my job was one thing, but that he didn’t grasp that I had to keep it open?

My father opened the reserve in ’86. He had slaved against people left and right who had wanted to develop the land instead of leaving it natural. I couldn’t let his dream just die. Regardless of the weeks I had spent traveling and trying to get funding, I just couldn’t quit now

The thing was, I didn’t so much care about the cheating. It was more the lying that did it for me, and the way he placed the blame for his actions on me. I didn’t treat him right. If I were home more he would be able to love me. I loved the reserve more than him. He just didn’t understand.

The reserve, called simply Refuge, is a rehabilitation park for animals native to Montana. Doctors from around the world come here to learn and to help rehabilitate and reintroduce the animals to nature after they have been wounded. Most of our animals are ones who have been injured in traps or by ranchers trying to protect their herds. We have also had the occasional litter of babies whose mothers had gone missing.

My job was to get donations for our research, as we were funded purely by donations from philanthropic societies and research grants from both the state and federal environmentalist groups.

Jonathan didn’t grasp the time commitment that required. All he could think about was his time, his life, and his cock, primarily the last. When I’d get home at night, usually after a thirteen-hour day, he’d expect me to come running into his arms and fuck him like an over eager nympho. I wasn’t capable of doing that every night of the week.

When I walked in the door Jonathan jumped off the couch and followed me into the bedroom. I kicked my shoes into the closet and slid my skirt off. Then, I sat down on the bed took off my stocking and started unbuttoning my shirt. Seeing this as an offer, he came over and started trying to feel me up through my shirt.

“Jonathan, I just got home.”

“I know, baby, I just want you so bad.”

I pushed his hands away and stood up, “Jonathan, I don’t want this right now.”

“When do you want it? Do you ever?” He almost yelled at me. “You hardly even realize I am here anymore.”

“Jonathan, I know you’re here and I know you have needs, but I do too. Right now I need you to be supportive. I am working so hard to get funding so they don’t close the reserve. I’ve been flying from here to Great Falls, to Helena, to Bozeman; I’m tired. Maybe, instead of jumping on me the minute I walk through the door, you could just talk to me.”

“Bec, I love you, but I need you here. You need to quit Refuge, get a normal job, and let it go.”

“I can’t just let it go! My dad ran the reserve almost his whole adult life. He rehabilitated hundreds of animals that would have otherwise died. I can’t lose his legacy. I just can’t. Why can’t you understand that?”

“I understand, I do. I just don’t understand why you don’t look at the bigger picture.”

“Bigger picture? What bigger picture? Oh, the picture where the state closes the reserve, plows all that natural forest down, ruins the habitat for God knows how many animals, and then what? Oh, yeah, they build a highway and a few outlet malls. Gotta ‘raise the economy.’ What about Montana being one of the few beautiful wild places left?”

“Bec, calm down. It’s not as bad as you make it. You’re making it out to sound like they are going to plow down the mountains. They just want to extend the highway system to include a few of the smaller towns, and to open up some jobs. This state isn’t exactly the center of world commerce.”

“Jay, why does it need to be the ‘center of world commerce’? The biggest industry we have here is tourism. Why do we have tourism? Because of all the forests, mountains, and beautiful places. That is what Montana is about, not big business.”

“I can’t talk to you anymore, you just don’t care about us. Nina gave me what I need, you didn’t. I can always see her, she always wants me.”

“I don’t care if you see her, Jay, we’re over. I want you out.”

That was how my day had gone. That morning I had also been turned down by three committees I was pressing for funds. It hadn’t been that great a day. I needed a long hot bath and a glass of wine.

Twenty minute later, all the lights were turned off, and four vanilla candles were lit around the bathroom. While the tub filled I sprinkled vanilla bath crystals in the water and watched them foam up.

Slipping into the warm water was heaven. I sank in up to my neck, reveling in the heat of the water on my tired muscles. I felt like I had climbed Travesti twenty flights of stairs today.

Just once I would like Jonathan to think about me. Even when we did have sex, it wasn’t that great. I hadn’t had a real orgasm in months. Usually I was so tired that I would fake one just to get it over with. Not that Jonathan cared anyway. Once he came it was rollover and snore, never a thought that maybe I needed a release too.

I felt lost in this relationship. I wasn’t a person to him. He didn’t even know me, didn’t know my dreams or desires. He didn’t even realize that I had desires. I could have been a hole in a restroom wall for all he cared. I needed to feel sexy again. I needed.

I hadn’t even made myself cum in longer than I could remember. I was usually too tired. Well, no time like the present, I was sick of hiding myself. I deserved a little relaxation. Slipping my hand into the water I slid my hand down my stomach to my warm mound. Despite the heat of the water a sensual shiver ran up my spine when my finger traced the outer contour of my lips. I slid my finger between them, and ran it the length of my pussy. I was slick and ready for pleasure.

With my other hand I caressed my breasts, twisting first one nipple and then the other. The feeling sent waves of warmth through me and I started sliding my hand over my clit in slow circular movements. On each downward stroke, I dipped a finger into my hot pussy. My cunt was tight and my fingers submerged in the slickness causing courses of heat through out my body.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the edge of the tub, enjoying the feeling of my rising arousal. God, it felt good. My hips were thrusting involuntarily in time with the motion of my hand, and I felt a soft hiss of a moan escape my lips. It had been too long. I was sick of getting told no. I was sick of having to be everybody’s whipping girl. Things were going to change, starting now. I was going to take control.

I started circling my clit a little faster and brought my other hand to take over fingering my cunt. I pressed two fingers into my clenching pussy and circled my clit faster and faster while fucking myself roughly with my other hand. I wanted and needed to have this, to feel this fire.

Heat was searing through my body as I crashed closer and closer to release. My heart was racing and I was slick with my desire. I cried out as my cunt clenched down hard on my fingers. Wave after wave of passion flooded through me. I kept pinching and teasing my clit until it got too sensitive, making little tremors of electricity shudder through me. I’d been needing that.

Thoroughly relaxed, I took a sip of my wine.

Thursday dawned grim and rainy. I had a charted flight to Helena scheduled to appeal to governor Reynolds for a grant. I doubted he’d approve it, but I had to try.

I dressed carefully, knowing that Reynolds was extremely sexist about women in positions of power. I had decided after my fun in the tub that I was going to tempt, tease, torture, and seduce the money out of Reynolds. I was going to use every weapon in my arsenal to get what I needed, including my body.

I pulled on black thigh high stocking and clipped them to an elegant lace garter. Over that I wore a sleek a-line skirt cut a little shorter than most women’s but that was the idea. I wore a sheer, low-cut white camisole with no bra and over that I pulled on a tight fitting suit jacket that pushed my breasts up so the tops were almost completely visible. I slid on the four-inch heels that I had purchased for the previous Halloween, to finish the look.

I took extra care with my cosmetics also. I shaded my eyes with a dark green that perfectly accented my yellow-hazel eyes and ivory complexion. I used a darker than normal rouge, and a deep brown red shade of lipstick that was so glossy my lips looked moist and fuller than usual.

My hair I pulled up in a bun and then loosened a few strands so they would fall around my face in messy ringlets. I finished the look with my rectangular, tortoise shell glasses. Looking in the mirror, I saw a totally different me, one I had almost forgotten existed. I knew that if Jonathan could see me now his little fling would be a distant memory.

While waiting for the cab, my thoughts were so hectic, that I hardly noticed a man had come up behind me, until he whispered near my ear, “How much?”

“What?” I spun around.

“How much would it cost me to see that pretty little mouth wrapped around this?” He grabbed his crotch in a suggestive way.

“Excuse me? ” I was a little turned on by it, but also slightly shocked that someone was asking me this question. I’d never been openly propositioned before. Recovering from my shock, I realized that if I was going to be able to do what I needed to do with Reynolds, this might be a nice little warm up. If I could suck the cock of a perfect stranger, I could do anything. If nothing else, it would get me in the right frame of mind for later.

He was actually quite attractive, definitely not the type I would have imagined to be shopping for sex on the street. I could feel my heart speed up a little Antalya Travesti just looking at his face. It was very square, his nose was a little wide and his eyes were slightly slanted, but over all he was nice looking and clean.

He wiped a stray wisp of blackish hair out of his eyes and nervously ran his tongue over his bottom lip. ” I’ve got a fifty, if you want to go into the alley and blow me?” He put his hand into his left pocket, and my eyes followed. He was already showing signs of excitement.

I never would have guessed that an offer like this would get me so turned on. He was just a little bit taller than me, and his eyes seemed to be begging me to say yes. I said, “Why not?” It felt good to be a sexual object. I had always been so focused on school and then my career that my looks got set on the sideline. Having a perfect stranger ask me to get him off was incredibly exhilarating.

I followed him into the alley behind the bin of cardboard boxes waiting to be recycled. He leaned back against the wall of my building and unzipped his pants. He was ready and he wanted me now.

I had a few second thoughts. They were fleeting though. I didn’t have time to think and I really wanted to do this.

His cock wasn’t the biggest I had seen, but it was very hard. I couldn’t help comparing it with Jonathan’s. His dick was very large but when he fucked me it was like he expected me to worship it and him. Like he thought I was lucky to get to have a cock like his.

Having this guy ask me on the street to blow him made me feel so turned on. I wanted to make him feel good. I felt a delicious shudder run up my spine when I just thought about having this cock in my mouth. I am sexy, and I have power over this man! I felt my nipples get hard under my jacket. The stiffness against the silky camisole was completely sensual. Could he tell how turned on I was?

Shaking a little, I got down on my knees and took his cock in my hands. It was so smooth. Slowly, I ran my nails up the length of him and then tasted the tip as I dragged them back down, and cupped his testicles. I nestled my face into him and took a deep breath of his scent. He smelled of soap and clean sweat. I was getting extremely horny. I ran my tongue along his cock, and gently took his balls in my mouth, sucking lightly while I gripped his cock in my hand and pumped it. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and moaned. The power I felt over him made me tremble.

Putting the whole head in my mouth, I sucked it deep. I ran my tongue all over the head and then eased it back out and sucked it deep again. It was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in at first. I wanted to swallow it all, but it had been awhile and I needed to work up to it.

I got his shaft wet by fucking it in and out of my mouth, running my tongue up him before sucking him in again. I wrapped my hand around the base and sucked him in and out moving my hand in time with my mouth. His hips were rocking forward pushing him deeper in my throat each time I sucked him in. God, I felt so sexy. My hips were rotating slightly, trying to find something to rub against. I heard myself moan when I tasted the first drop of pre-cum. I had forgotten how good it tasted: salty yet sweet. I was hungry for more and I intended to get it.

He put his hands on top of my head and started fucking his cock into me faster and faster. I could tell he was getting close, because his cock was swelling in my mouth. Moaning and biting back groans of pleasure, he pushed my head up and down on his rod.

With one final thrust of his hips, he started filling my mouth with his cum. He jerked and cried out uncaring that we might be caught, “oh fuck, yeah, oh fuck, take all my cum, oh yeah slut, lick it off, take it all!”

It felt awesome having his jizz in my throat. I swallowed three times trying to get it all but there was so much that some trickled out the corner of my mouth. I looked up at him, swiped it up with a finger, and licked it off hungrily.

He tucked his softening cock back into his slacks and threw the fifty on the ground. Then he turned and walked away. I staggered to my feet, noticing, for the first time, that I had been kneeling in an alley and there could have been broken glass. Still turned on by the strange encounter, I checked my stockings for runs. Then I picked up the fifty, straightened my skirt, and stepped out of the alley. My cab pulled up a few minutes later.

“Airport, please.” I told the driver. Then, I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes, still feeling his cock in my mouth and savoring the bittersweet aftertaste of his cum.

I wondered if I looked like someone who had just sucked a stranger’s cock. Could the driver tell? I felt different, empowered. It had never occurred to me before last night that I might be able to use my body to get what I want. The stranger only proved it. I was going to get my funding and I was going to enjoy every second.

I landed in Helena fifteen minutes after my estimated arrival time, leaving me thirty minutes until my meeting with the governor. I got to the meeting room, set up my display, and started mentally preparing myself Bursa Travesti for the meeting.

Reynolds is a fifty-eight year old republican who is used to being the big fish in the small pond. His main platform while campaigning for governor was “Bringing Industry Home.” I knew he was all for the highway extension and the money it was expected to bring in, which also meant he wasn’t for Refuge. I had a large task on my hands and I needed to be properly prepared for dealing with him.

I started slightly when the door opened and he stepped in. He took off his jacket and hung it on a highly polished mahogany coat rack, then sat down behind his equally shiny desk. Reaching across, he said “Ms. Paulson, I’m Governor Reynolds.” I shook his hand and couldn’t help but notice his brown eyes taking in my low cut jacket and my breasts almost falling out of it.

Not wanting to waste time with idle chit-chat, I took a deep breath and plunged right into my presentation. “Governor, I am here to convince you to redirect funds from the highway extension back into Refuge. My father opened Refuge in 1986. He has rehabilitated hundreds if not thousands of injured animals and educated many more people on the importance of preservation and respect for our environment and the natural habitats of Montana’s native animals. ” I took a deep breath but before I could go on he interjected.

“Ms. Paulson, let me cut in here before you get too into your debate. I am going to fund the extension. Unfortunately, this means that your little animal park will have to be closed. I promised the voters that I would bring jobs and industry to the state and I mean to do it.”

He said this whole spiel directly to my breasts. Thinking this might be the only angle that would work, I rested my palms on his desk and leaned forward, causing my breasts to almost spill out of the camisole. “Governor Reynolds, I appreciate that you intend to keep your promises to the voters, I truly do; however, Refuge is not a ‘little animal park’. It is one of the largest rehab and research reserves in the country.”

I took off my glasses, sat down in one of the plush office chairs and crossed my legs slowly, hoping that his eyes caught a peek of my pantiless lips. Then I pulled my skirt a little higher exposing the tops of the stockings and leaned back.

I had his undivided attention now.

“John, I can call you John?” He licked his lips and nodded. “I know none of my numbers or pleas are going to get me funding for my reserve, and quite frankly it pisses me off. I am willing, however, to do anything to keep it open and operational. It’s important to me, extremely important.” As I was speaking I slowly unbuttoned my jacket, revealing the camisole and my unfettered breasts. I was turning myself on. My nipples were so hard the movement of the fabric caused goose bumps to break out on my arms. I was loving this new bold Rebecca. I could see that he liked what was happening, and I enjoyed the control it gave me. I had already won.

“I would be willing, for example, to let you stick your cock anywhere on or in my body, if you will sign the papers to give funding to me.” To punctuate my offer I uncrossed my legs and propped my feet up on his desk causing my pussy lips to open up and offer a peek of my wet cunt. His eyes were riveted to it.

“So, how about it? My pussy, your cock, my funding?”

” Well, I would say, ” he licked his lips again, never taking his eyes off my spread legs, “that your offer sounds good. . . I agree.”

I quickly pulled out the paperwork I had filled out the night before, asking for the funding, and laid them on his desk. “You sign here,” I pointed to the line for his signature, “while I get ready.”

He hurriedly signed the papers and then glued his eyes to me as I slid the skirt down my legs and stepped out of it. My heart was going a mile a minute. “What am I doing, ” I questioned myself. “I’m keeping refuge open, and it feels damned good.”

I lifted the camisole over my head and let my breasts fall free, the nipples tightening even more when the cold air hit them. I set the camisole aside and reached a hand up to let my hair down. Shaking my hair out of its confines, I then sat to remove the stockings and the heels but he stopped me. “Leave them on.” He groaned it out like he couldn’t breathe. ” Come here.” I walked around his desk, trying not to show how nervous I was. He reached out to touch my waist and drew me closer to him.

Quite unexpectedly he picked me up and sat me on the desk in front of him. He spread my legs and gazed with ill-concealed longing at the wetness between my thighs. Leaning forward, he buried his face in my pussy and lapped at it. I wasn’t expecting him to go down on me. Jonathan never did that. I lost myself in the feeling of his tongue flicking over my clit and teasing my cunt. I had no idea it could feel this good. I could feel myself get close and he would back off and then when the sensations had ebbed a bit he’d suck at my clit and bring me right back to the edge. The constant flow of pleasure made me forget what I was doing, I just needed this. I threaded my hands into his hair and pulled his face down on me harder. All inhibitions lost, I ground my cunt into his face, smearing its wetness all over him. He licked and sucked at my clit like a starving man, causing my hips to rock involuntarily. It felt so good. Jonathan had never gotten me so hot.

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The Night Nurse

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Nancy Knopping was shocked when she discovered her husband’s infidelity. Married just two years she assumed her husband Rick was just “Busy” all those times he didn’t come home right after work. The pretty brunette found out the hard way when she discovered incriminating photos of Rick and a coworker engaged in all kinds of lewd behavior. Rick really had no excuse. Nancy had to assume he didn’t love her anymore if he ever did in the first place.

Now, two years later, Nancy was starting a new career as a nurse at a suburban Los Angeles hospital. It was something she’d always wanted to do: Help other people. The work was rewarding. Well, it would be rewarding some day. As a new employee Nancy ended up doing a lot of the jobs the more experienced nurses preferred not to do. Like emptying bedpans and giving sponge baths! Ugh!

But Nancy was glad to be working in her chosen field and knew that complaining would get her very little in her first few weeks at the job. She had to earn her way up the ladder at West Hills Hospital and, if bedpans and sponge baths were necessary then she’d deal with them.

One morning a young man, only a few years younger than Nancy’s 24 years was admitted. He’d been injured in an industrial accident and both of his hands were badly banged up. He’d broken two ribs as well and was pretty sore all over. Bill or “Billy” as he was called by coworkers and family, was a good natured boy and was somewhat chagrined by his accident.

“Aw it was my own damn fault!” He’d sheepishly admitted. “Shoulda been looking where I was goin'” He was a big strong guy and Nancy could tell he was going to have a tough time laying out in a hospital for what promised to be a fairly long stay. Nancy got to know the lad as she was required to empty his bedpan every day. At the end of Billy’s first week, Nancy’s superior, Wilma, told her it was time to learn how to give a sponge bath.

“Now you have to just accept that he’s just a man like any other and he needs to be cleaned up so he won’t smell and be embarrassed here. Most men are actually shy about being bathed by a woman but if you do it in a matter of fact way, they get used to it pretty quick.” Wilma instructed. “Just wash him down, stem to stern, and then dry him off real nice with a clean towel. Nothing more to it than that.”

Nancy assumed that Wilma would wash Billy herself to demonstrate how it was done but she quickly found herself with a sponge and a pail of soapy water in her hands! The pretty young divorcee began to wet the sponge when Wilma reminded her to remove Billy’s hospital gown. “Can’t bathe a man with his clothes on now can we?” She calmly remarked.

Nancy quickly complied and then Billy’s solid young frame was exposed to her. There were bandages covering both of his hands and his midsection was black and blue from the blow he’d suffered.

“Careful right there,” Wilma instructed, pointing to the bruises.

“And don’t get the bandages wet.”

Nancy began to wash the young man somewhat self consciously. She hadn’t seen a naked man since her divorce and, honestly, Rick wasn’t exactly a stud muffin to begin with. Billy, on the other hand, looked like he worked out every day…which he probably did at his construction job. She washed his legs, underarms and, gently, his chest.

“Now, don’t forget ‘The Rest’ of him honey.” Wilma joked. Knowing what she was expected to do, Nancy moved the sponge to Billy’s large but flaccid penis. “Work him good there now honey!” Wilma smiled. “That’ll remind him of why he wants to get better! Heh heh!”

Both Billy and Nancy were now beginning to blush at Wilma’s earthy comment. Nancy rubbed the sponge all over Billy’s penis and, uh oh! It began to swell right before her eyes! The bed ridden young man was getting a hard on!

“Hah! I thought you’d like that Bill!” Wilma cracked. “Never met a red blooded youngster that didn’t!”

Billy was mortified! There wasn’t much he could do about it, however. His penis seemed to have a mind of it’s own. The beautiful young nurse that had captured his imagination the first time he’d seen her that confusing day when he’d ended up here was now massaging his cock! Even when she moved the sponge up onto his belly his penis continued to grow. He watched Nancy’s face as she began to towel him off wondering “Where has she been all my life?”

“OK now ‘Mr. Stiffy!’ Wilma finally said, “You calm down now and maybe getcha forty winks ‘fore dinner.”

“I’m…I’m certainly learning new things here.” Nancy admitted to herself. “That wasn’t so bad I guess.”

“I was just funnin’ with you in there sugar.” Wilma said quietly as they walked down the hall afterwards. “Sometimes you have to go a bit beyond the call of duty so to speak to help these people. That young feller, I guarantee you, never spent a day of his life in a hospital and now here he is: All banged up and dependin’ on us to make him well. A little thrill like that will keep his spirits up you know? Give him somethin’ Travesti to look forward to.”

Nancy had to admit, nursing was turning out to be a lot different than she expected. The patients, for the most part, were crabby and whiny and the visiting families were demanding and difficult. She’d been insulted, degraded, spoken down to and, quite honestly, infuriated in her short tenure at the hospital. The sense of fulfillment she had been expecting was elusive somehow.

But, it was a steady, good paying job and she knew she had to stick with it. The doctors seemed to like her anyway and Wilma, with her home spun manners and sometimes corse demeanor was, after all, a professional doing her best to show Nancy the ropes.

The following day she was serving dinner to old Mr. Hargrove who was having eye surgery the following morning. He was more than “Concerned.” Bob Hargrove was scared shitless!

Looking up at Nancy, Bob blurted out the truth: He hated to have anything touch his eyes. He’d never had contact lenses for fear of sticking them on his eyes. He hated eye drops. Never even opened his eyes in the shower! Now he was going to have a “Minor Incision” in his right eye after which a new lens was going to be “Gently” installed. “Young lady I don’t want nobody sawing a hole in my eyeball! They’re saying I’m gonna be awake for this procedure. What’s that going to feel like?”

“Oh you’ll be fine Mr. Hargrove!” Nancy replied. It was easy for 24 year old Nancy Knopping to say. Her eyes were perfect and glasses, contacts, cataracts and eye surgery were all in the future for her. “People have that operation all the time and it’s over in only about ten minutes.” She smiled.

Bob wasn’t buying it. Why, he was actually trembling as he attempted to eat his dinner. Just then Wilma ambled into the room. “Now how we doin’ tonight Mr. Hargrove? Better eat up ’cause tomorrow you’re gonna be able to see this slop we’re feedin’ you! Ha Ha!”

Bob looked up at Wilma and it was clear he didn’t appreciate the humor. “Now C’mon sugar, you cain’t eat nothin’ tomorrow morning before your surgery so you got to get some nourishment tonight. It ain’t so bad, honest!” Wilma watched the grey haired businessman and seemed to sense his fear. “OK now honey, I think I got just the thing to settle you down a bit.”

With that said she disappeared from the room only to return a few moments later. The aging head nurse emptied most of Bob’s water glass and then pulled a half pint bottle of Jim Beam Bourbon from her smock. She poured a good sized shot into the remaining water and quietly said “Now don’t go tellin’ nobody ’bout this y’hear?

Bob’s face brightened. “Gee…Gee thanks! He took the glass and downed it with a couple of big gulps. “Yeah. Thanks a lot.”

Nancy and Wilma watched as Bob finished his dinner and then settled back against his pillows. He took a deep breath and…he seemed to accept his fate. He’d get through this thing tomorrow one way or another. At least he could relax now and sleep.

Nancy found herself gaining admiration for her country born and bred superior. Somewhere along the line, she’d learned a thing or two about getting people well. “Sometimes the line gets…blurry.” she came to understand.

The next time she went into Billy’s room to bathe him Nancy was over her shyness about the procedure. She joked with the improving but still banged up 19 year old and set about sponging him down. She saved his penis for last and they were both eagerly anticipating it when the time came for his “Bath” there.

“Can’t forget ‘Mr. S tiffy’ now can we?” Nancy smiled as she said it. She was now expecting Billy’s cock to enlarge as she washed it and she wasn’t disappointed! She rubbed the sponge up and down his healthy young penis and Billy moaned in appreciation. He tried to lift his butt to meet her manipulations but his ribs hurt too much for that. So the young man just laid there as Nancy expertly cleaned up his now almost fully erect cock. It had been two weeks now in this hospital. Two full weeks. Bill Crandell had learned to masturbate when he was just 13 years old and hadn’t missed more than one day ever since.

Oh sure he liked a good piece of ass but that wasn’t easy to come by. So he did the best he could with the ladies but he was used to ejaculating every day! Two weeks now it had been! Two weeks! And here was this…this adorable doll massaging his naked body and he’s too fucked up to do anything but lay there!

Nancy dried off Billy the best she could and covered him up. She had to stop herself from giving the strapping young lad a kiss on the cheek as he smiled up at her in gratitude. “Who am I kidding?” She said to herself. “I could go for a good looking guy like him. I wish he was a bit older.”

That Friday she was called in to nurse Wilma’s office and informed that she was being promoted to full time employee! It was more than a formality since lots of women tried out for nursing and couldn’t Konya Travesti make it. Now, she would be getting full health coverage and a modest raise. The only downside was she would have to work nights. It would be an adjustment to come in at four in the afternoon and work until midnight. But it also meant not much in the way of dealing with the family visitors who could be a pain. Nancy gratefully accepted her new position.

It was only the second night of her new assignment when she heard moaning coming from Bill Crandell’s room. Billy was supposed to be well on his way to recovery and she wondered what would be causing him to moan in pain. She crept into the darkened room and, at first, couldn’t figure out what was happening. Then her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she saw Billy’s bandaged hands pressing onto his groin. It took a bit longer for the young nurse to realize exactly why he was doing it.

“Oh my goodness!” She realized. “He’s a healthy growing boy and he’s been locked up in this hospital with his hands bandaged up for almost 3 weeks now! He must need release!”

Nancy considered going into Billy’s room and attempting to comfort him. But she quickly realized that someone telling him “It’ll be OK son!” won’t help his immediate problem. “Sometimes the line gets blurry.” She finally said to herself. The pretty young night nurse walked quietly into the room. She pulled the curtain for more privacy even though Bill had no room mate.

When Billy Crandell saw Nancy hovering over him at first he thought he was dreaming. His sexual frustration was getting the better of him now and to find the gorgeous dark eyed beauty who occupied his thoughts right there beside him was almost too good to be true. But it was true. And then she was removing his hospital gown leaving him nude before him.

“Not feeling well tonight are we?” Nancy started in her best imitation of Wilma’s homespun way of putting things. “Well let’s see if we can do something about that.” She probably should’ve called a doctor and arranged for a sedative. But the line was already too blurry for that. No. Twenty four year old Nancy Knopping was eager for some sexual release herself. She and Rick hadn’t exactly had a wild sex life but it was better than what she’d enjoyed since he’d left: Nothing! The handsome young construction worker was looking up at her hopefully knowing it wasn’t time for his bath!

Nancy unbuttoned the first few buttons of her starched white Nurse’s blouse so Billy could see her bra encased tits. Not gigantic. In fact Rick had teased her about her “Little mosquito bites” more than a time or two. But Billy didn’t seem to mind. She leaned down with the pretense of raising the bed a bit but she actually wanted to get her breasts right up in Billy’s face…where he could get a sniff of her feminine scent. “Now Billy you’ll have to be quiet OK? No moaning or anything OK?”

Billy nodded eagerly and then watched as Nancy backed away momentarily and reached up beneath her white skirt. With the lad looking on intently, she pulled down her white panties and then stepped out of them. Nancy held her panties up for Billy to see and then leaned over and placed them right on the pillow next to his face. Billy thought He’d died and gone to heaven!

Nancy then took a tube of KY jelly off the cabinet next to the bed and coated her hand with it. The pretty divorcee found herself thinking “I should probably be wearing surgical gloves for this operation!” The thought faded into oblivion as she approached Billy’s supine form and took hold of his thick young penis! Billy couldn’t help but groan when she did it but Nancy brought her index finger to her lips as if to say “Shhhh!”

Nancy then began to lightly stroke Billy’s penis with her right hand while cradling his balls with her left. Billy nodded his head up and down as if to say “Yes” while his pleasure increased. For her part Nancy found herself becoming increasingly aroused. She’d never given her husband a hand job and they usually made love under the covers in the dark. To feel this solid young guy obviously responding to her digital manipulations was extremely exciting to her. His cock was still growing. How big would it get? she wondered. There was only one way to find out!

So Nancy redoubled her efforts, sliding her hand quickly up and down Billy’s cock as she squeezed him a bit harder. She figured after three weeks of abstinence it wouldn’t take long to get him

off. And she was right. Nineteen year old Billy Crandell had had his fair share of girls but never one as fine as Nurse Nancy. He wished he could fuck her but his injuries still wouldn’t allow that. No. He had to “Settle” for this truly thrilling sexual encounter. His dream girl, Nurse Nancy, her soft warm panties right next to him on the pillow, her tits just barely covered and nearly visible. Oh this would do alright!

Nancy’s neglected young pussy was wet now as she continued to rub Young Billy’s İzmir Travesti completely erect cock. What a mammoth hunk of flesh he had! She lad little to compare him to but he certainly put Rick to shame. Why, she could hardly get her little fist around it’s girth! “He’s going to please a lot of women with that thing.” She thought.

Nancy began to use both hands to please young Billy’s come striving penis. He had promised not to make any sound but it couldn’t have been easy. The room was now filled with the lewd sounds of her two small, lubricated hands sliding repeatedly up and down Billy’s frustrated young cock. It wouldn’t be long now.

Unseen by the illicit lovers, 48 year old Miles Procter was listening in from the doorway. The burly janitor was wondering why the curtain was closed in Billy’s room. “No reason for that at night.” He thought. When he approached the curtained off bed he heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from within. Unable to contain his curiosity, Miles peeked around the curtain and saw that young Miss Knopping doing a thing on Little Billy. He’d thought the two young people had been kind of flirting and here was the proof. Damn! She was fine! Miles had been eyeing her since she arrived at the hospital. Never got beyond “Hi, how ya doin’?” but she was never unfriendly to him.

Oblivious to the unseen janitor, Nancy continued to work Billy’s cock towards it’s inevitable conclusion. His impossibly hard cock was beginning to secrete drops of liquid out of the little slit at the top of the head. Knowing she shouldn’t, Nancy touched the tip of her finger to the clear flowing liquid and then brought it to her lips, tasting it briefly before returning to the task at hand.

Billy moved his head from side to side, eagerly drawing air through his nose each time he touched Nancy’s panties. She was so pretty. So nice to him. She was like an angel in the night, here to somehow save him from his three weeks of agony.

Then…Nancy actually felt Billy’s seed beginning to jet from his balls! His sizable manhood jerked in her hands and then she felt a jumping sensation from the bottom of his prick. Then…then it poured out! Gob after gob of Billy’s fresh young sperm splashed out onto his belly as he came. “Ooooo!” Nancy couldn’t help but utter as she saw the proof of his climax squirting out again and again. She watched his face as Billy finally began to finish and then, at last, he was done. Nancy had never seen that much sperm at one time in her life! What a stud! The few times she’d actually seen Rick ejaculate it had barely dribbled out. Not Billy! Why, his chest was covered with streams of bleachy smelling jism.

Not thinking clearly right then, Nancy grabbed her panties and used them to wipe up Billy’s sizable emission. Billy was now feeling a warm glow all over his body as he felt Nurse Nancy wiping up his come. Had this really happened? He wondered. The subtle but persistent pain he’d been feeling from his injuries seemed to disappear in the aftermath of his overpowering orgasm. “I love that girl.” He admitted to himself.

Nancy now realized that she needed to get rid of the evidence of what she’d just done. Yes the line sometimes gets blurry but it’s one thing to give a worried old guy a shot of booze to calm his nerves. It quite another to jerk off some lonely young boy who you are supposed to be nursing back to health! Her unsatisfying sex life with her husband and subsequent lack of sex had obviously caused an unnatural reaction in Nancy’s mind. She’d just lost control!

Nancy decided to stuff her panties in the trash bin down the hall so she lightly caressed Billy’s cheek in a genuine display of affection and then replaced his hospital gown and stepped outside the curtain. Looking back, she took a long last look at Bill Crandell, lying there in mellow satisfaction.

“Good night Billy!” She said softly. “Sleep tight!”

Shock wouldn’t begin to describe the sensation Nancy felt when she turned and saw Miles standing right outside the open door to Billy’s room. “My God! He saw the whole thing!”

“Eve’nin’ Miss Nancy.” Miles offered with a smile.

“Why…Miles! What are you doing here…now…uh…”

“Well, actually I work here ma’am. And I s’pose you know that too. Is the youngster feelin’ better?”

Nancy was shaking with fear now. She’d been caught! Caught masturbating a patient. Grounds for immediate dismissal if not worse consequences. She had to figure out a way to keep Miles quiet about this.

“Yes…Yes he is Miles. I…I had to…to counsel him a bit. He was feeling…some pain and…uh…”

Miles just smiled at the pretty young nurse. There was just no way to explain her way out of this mess but it sure was cute watching her try! “He needed some counseling then? Well, could I get some of that counseling? Cause you see I been feeling some pain too. Here…hand me those. You won’t be needin’ them any more tonight.”

Knowing she had nowhere to turn, Nancy handed her come soaked panties to the big black janitor. He wadded them up in his meaty hands and then led the shaking young night nurse down the hall to the store room. Miles hid Nancy’s panties in his back pocket, then used his keys to open the room.

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The Private Show

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It was both embarrassing and exhilarating at the same time, and she was having a hard time deciding which feeling she was experiencing more of.

Watching the girl on the stage as she slowly removed her tiny g-string thong Candace found herself mesmerized as she drank in the naked beauty performing in front of her. Not that the twenty one year old had any interest in women, and before tonight was repulsed by the idea of women taking their clothes off for money, but watching the various females throughout the night perform in the nude in front of complete strangers turned out to be an exciting prospect for the young woman watching them, which was a very unexpected outcome to be sure.

Having been dragged to the strip club by her friends for a birthday party the third year college student had only gone begrudgingly as it was a holiday break and there wasn’t much else to do in the small town she had grown up in – not to mention these were good friends from high school that she didn’t get to see very often. Walking into the club with it’s overly loud music throbbing in her eardrums and promptly finding herself looking at a fully nude girl strutting around under the neon lights pulsing throughout the rather expansive room had made Candace feel sick to her stomach. She had never understood why women would degrade themselves so, lowering themselves to such a sad level. How anyone would find enjoyment in that was beyond her.

Sitting there watching the women dance however made the young woman begin to see them in a new light as the strippers around her slowly transformed from slutty ditzes to passionate performers. As the strippers removed their clothes it seemed like such a liberating feeling to Candace, watching the joy on their faces as the crowd lit up around them while what little clothes they had on made their way to the ground. Having never thought of it as anything but crude before the college student suddenly found it quite fascinating, a whole new side of her she had no idea she possessed suddenly opening up inside of her – a side she would have violently denied ever having prior to setting foot inside the club.

Not that she would ever do anything like stripping herself, she reminded herself as she snapped out of her reverie; she was much too self conscious, not to mention a goody goody for anything even remotely related to what she was witnessing going on around her – a strip dance in front of a boyfriend in the privacy of her room would be too much for the shy twenty one year old. Glancing down at her slim body the young woman matched herself up with the various workers in the room and decided she could fit right in, however, if she had wanted to. Hell, her figure might even be better than half the girls taking their clothes off all around her.

‘I think the patrons here would enjoy this show,’ she thought with a small shudder of excitement as she envisioned herself up on the stage taking her clothes off, the pleasurable feeling the exhibitionist thought gave her causing the female to almost gasp with shock from the absurdity of even thinking it.

In her rapidly becoming more explicit mind of course she had a much sexier outfit on than the jeans and hoodie she was currently sporting when she was up on stage, an outfit that you wouldn’t currently find anything even close to in her wardrobe back at home or school. The outfit hardly mattered though as it was slowly peeled off her body while Candace became fully absorbed in her fantasy, her hands nearly reaching up to fondle her breasts in real life as she blended her imagination with the scene going on around her.

Snapping out of her sexual daydream the young female inhaled sharply as she watched the current dancer on the main stage gyrate on the pole, coming to a conclusion that while she wouldn’t go out and buy a corset anytime soon she may have to give her wardrobe a little lift after the experience she was currently feeling from being immersed at the strip club. At least start wearing something that will make her appear . . . more feminine and sexy, something her current mainly loose-fitting wardrobe failed to do. After tonight she couldn’t help but feel sexier clothes would only boost her morale and confidence based on what the thoughts alone were doing. All she would have to do now was muster up the courage to wear them in the real world.

As the dancer in front of her began to massage her breasts with her back pressed up against the pole Candace’s eyes roamed to the other girls working the room, seeing what moves all the various strippers were trying to pull off both on and off the stage.

‘All things I would never had the guts to attempt,’ she realized with slight disappointment as she took a pull from the mandatory drink she had to purchase upon entering the club, ‘but God would I love to try- at least just once to see what it felt like. What a thrill that would be.’

Thinking such dirty thoughts startled her once more, making her question if there wasn’t something the club was pumping into the air to make her feel this Travesti way as she had never knew this side to her existed before.

Turning back to her table of friends the college student pretended to become involved in their conversation while continuing to sneak glances at all the confident naked females around her, not wanting her friends to find out about her new fantasy of wishing she could join them and get in on the rush they must be experiencing.

Catching up on all their lives as the group of girls were all high school friends and no two of them ended up in the same school or profession Candace was actively engaged in getting all caught up on their going ons when suddenly the free flowing talk was interrupted as one of the girls sat up in her seat, pointing excitedly across the room.

“Holy shit – isn’t that Mr Peterson?”

All the heads at the table simultaneously whipped around to follow the outstretched hand, and as Candace’s eyes settled across the room she could indeed make out her old math teacher sitting hunched-over along a bench at the back of the club, his partially hidden face in the shadows still leaving no doubt as to his identity.

“Oh my god, no way that is him! What a perv,” one of the other girls said as they all turned back to their table so as to not get caught staring.

“I heard his wife recently left him for some guy half her age,” another one chimed in.

“Yeah I heard that too; no wonder he’s here, he’s got nowhere else to be.”

Turning in her chair again Candace shot her old teacher another glance, eyes lingering on him for a long moment as she tried to get a read on her former educator’s outward profile. Even in the dim light she could easily see the sadness that shrouded the man, his shoulders hunched and his expression grim. Seeing him this way made her cringe, feeling bad for the poor guy and the hard times he was clearly going through.

“Stop checking him out Candace – we all know you had a huge crush on him in High School.”

“I did not!” Candace blurted out as her face grew red hot from embarrassment while she quickly swiveled back in her chair, although in all honestly she had found the older man rather attractive a few years back when she was just blooming into womanhood, and even though he was on the other side of the room it looked like through the strobing lights that he had still kept himself in good shape over the last few years.

“That is really sad about his wife, I did think he was a really nice guy,” she muttered into her glass, but the other girls had already moved on to another conversation. already purging the high school educator from their minds.

As she sat there listening to her friends drivel on about some new fashion piece Candace became more and more curious about Mr. Peterson and why he was in this club against the back wall; old memories of him flowed through her mind, interspersing and mixing in with the current atmosphere around her to make for confusing thoughts jumbling around in her head.

Mind unable to get off the man the former student decided to get a better look, quickly finishing her drink while announcing to the table she needed a refill. As the drinks here were outrageously priced nobody chimed in to go with or even paid her any mind as the young female stood up from the table and headed towards the bar. Once at the bar Candace leaned against the counter in a way that enabled her to check out her old teacher without looking like that’s what she was doing to her friends. Watching him from her new vantage point the college student found him glumly sitting at the table staring into his drink, not even bothering to look up at the naked women all around him.

‘Poor guy, his wife leaving him must be hitting him pretty hard,” Candace decided as she completed her investigation, having seen enough of the disgruntled man to get a good read on the situation and satisfy her curiosity.

Ordering a drink so as to not arouse suspicions the college student waited for it to be made, casting several more glances at the somber man all alone on the bench while alternatively checking out the strippers mixed throughout the club. She remembered the man to be so full of energy, so . . . passionate about his studies and making sure his students were learning. It was the same kind of energy and passion Candace currently felt while daydreaming about being one of the strippers here; a burning inside of you that truly made you feel alive. A sudden fantasy sprang to life in the young woman’s mind as she linked the two passion levels between her and her old instructor: an image of her flashing her pert, youthful breasts in front of her former teacher while dancing in front of him seductively in a nearly invisible thong as the older man’s eyes hungrily drank in her naked form as both their passion levels were reignited to the highest form once more. A shiver of pleasure to coursed through her body as the scene vividly played itself out.

The clink of glass in front of her caused Candace to nearly jump, shaking Antalya Travesti her head with bewilderment as the nervous female quickly grabbed the drink set in front of her and took a long pull, trying to wipe the powerful images in her head clear.

‘What the hell is wrong with me? There seriously has to be something in the air here – I’ve never even come close to dreaming of doing something so vulgar before – and especially not with a former teacher!’

Scampering back to her table the college student tried to force the image away, yet try as she might to focus on the conversation going on around her Candace kept thinking about the vision of her being naked in front of Mr. Peterson and how good that had felt to her.

‘My mind is only filling out my newly found need for sexual adventure mixed with a desire to help my old teacher,’ she told herself while taking another long pull from her drink, trying to rationalize why the thoughts made her feel the way they did – nothing she came up with made sense, however, as there was nothing rational about the situation.

Watching the women dance around her didn’t help either, only building that urge up inside of her to do the same provocative dances in front of the familiar lonely man in the back of the room. Deciding to give in and enjoy the fantasy for the pure dream that it was the scene was played out over and over again in her mind until suddenly a small voice sprang out to freeze all other thoughts.

‘What if you actually just went and did it.’

Knot immediately forming in her stomach as soon as the words rang out in her mind Candace nearly spit her drink out that she hadn’t realized she was still pulling from, but the more the young woman tried to calm her fears the more she realized the sensation building inside of her wasn’t fear at such an idea; no, it was a yearning to fulfill it.

‘Holy shit, I can’t be serious right now,’ the college student thought as her cheeks grew flushed with excitement with it dawning on her that she actually wanted nothing more than to show her athletic toned body in all its glory off to the depressed man slumped against the wall in order to bring them both up to new highs.

The hotter the desire burned inside of her the more the now extremely horny and anxious girl thought about how she would fulfill her fantasy – which at this point based on the moisture forming between her legs was quickly needing to become a reality.

. . .

Surreptitiously looking behind her in order to steal another peek at the object of her dirty thoughts Candice’s eyes caught the neon sign illuminated above the doors leading outside of the room to another part of the club. Looking back down at the table the young woman nonchalantly swirled her straw around in her drink as a formula for achieving her new-found desire formulated in her head, continuously reminding herself it was all still just a fantasy and that it would all come to an end inside her brain. Entering the club patrons have to pass through a small store before stepping inside the main room, and thinking back Candace remembered seeing several “stripper” outfits for sale adorning one of those walls on the other side of the neon sign.

‘All I would have to do is put one of those on, and everyone would think I worked here,’ she thought deviously to herself as her loins became almost uncomfortably hot with desire, a slickness starting to form between her legs forcing her to shift positions in an attempt to quell the feeling. Her friends paid the motion no mind as they driveled on about who knew what at this point. ‘Then all I would have to do is go up to Mr. Peterson – should probably think of him as Chad at this point- and perform a dance for him. A super goddamn sexy dance where I remove my clothes and throw my youthful tight body at him.’

Squirming in her seat as she hatched her fantasy the college girl amped herself up past a point of no reserve, her body aching to be touched and given the satisfaction her mind was feeding it. Startled out of her dreams Candace looked up from her drink to see her friends all standing up.

“Earth to Candace- you just going to stay here all night or what? Maybe you should have just stuck with one drink girl – clearly you don’t party it up enough at school.”

That little voice inside of her head suddenly became much louder as it took over her decisions right then and there, deciding that tonight would be the night that she went completely opposite of what she would normally do.

‘Yes, you are staying here – you’re fulfilling your fantasy. This. Is. Happening.’

Choking on her drink she hadn’t realized she’d taken a pull from a shaky Candace stood up from the table, her nerves past being just frayed now that she had made up her mind.

“Actually I don’t feel all that great so you guys go on without me, I’ll just cab it home from here.”

Getting no argument from her friends the college student followed them outside, pulling out her phone as she pretended to look up a cab number. Standing Bursa Travesti outside with her phone against her ear she waved as the car that brought her there backed out of it’s spot and drove away, her safety net as well as last obstacle to fulfilling her new found passion driving out of view as it turned the corner and sped off, leaving her standing there all alone to do as she wished.

Heart pounding in her chest Candace stepped back inside, walking to the wall of the store that contained various skimpy outfits. With visibly shaky hands the young woman perused the items, her passion clashing with her modesty as she thought about actually wearing each outfit on the wall out in the club. Fantasizing about getting naked in front of one man was one thing, but showing off your goods to a whole room was something else entirely and a cause for reflection; hearing the beat of the music reverberating through the room however she was reminded of the strong willed women inside stripping off their garments without a care, so steeling her reserve she picked out a way too short plaid skirt and a matching vest that unbuttoned in the front, topping it off with a pair of bright red platform heels. Feeling extremely naughty yet liberated at the same time a still very nervous Candace approached the counter and paid for her items, getting a surprised look out of the man behind the register as he rang up each item.

Smiling warmly to the man she darted back into the club and located the bathrooms, locking herself in a stall as she stared at the tiny garments in her hand.

‘This is the point of no return,’ she thought as she visualized how she would look in such a skimpy outfit, but really that point of not going back had been reached back when she had bailed on her friends, as her hormones weren’t going to let her back out by this point. Shrugging her hoodie off her t-shirt and jeans quickly followed, leaving the slender female in just her bra and panties. Stepping into the skirt Candace sucked her breath in as way too much bare leg and thigh was visible. Bending over she felt behind her and flushed a bright red when she could easily feel her panty line where her skirt should have been.

‘If I bend over at all I’ll show my underwear to the whole club.’ Putting the vest on she found it to be tight across her body, the garment designed to shove her breasts out and up to show ample cleavage. Looking down her plain white bra was visibly poking out in various places. The dirty side that had awakened in her this night decided on a new course of action as she looked herself over.

‘No real stripper would wear such plain underwear under her clothes, and since I didn’t buy any undergarments back there, I guess I will just have to go without . . .’

A new rush coursed through her youthful body as Candace unhooked her bra and added it to the pile at her feet. Slipping her hands under her skirt and grabbing the elastic hem, her panties were pulled off and soon followed suit. Feeling the open air brush her crotch the college student was reminded of how wet her pussy had become from all the excitement building up inside her.

‘And this is before I even begin my adventure,’ she thought with a wicked grin as she bundled up her clothes and headed out of the bathroom stall, not even giving her state of undress a second thought as she strutted out the door on her pheromone high. Leaving the restroom behind the once proud of her decision girl instantly felt extremely exposed and on display as she entered the main lounge; forcing her head high however the scantily-clad woman marched into the expansive room, her unbound breasts bouncing wildly with every step she took as they threatened to break free from what little was being held in by the vest.

Finding an empty table the illegitimate stripper placed her former clothes in a chair and shoved it under the table, hoping no one would take her stuff yet already too lost in a passionate haze to care by this point. Careful not to bend over as she would show her bare ass to everyone behind her Candace stood up, looking around to lock eyes with several men ogling her body. Emboldened by their obvious appreciation of what she had to offer the young female shrugged off the last of her nerves, straightening her body and thrusting her chest out as she embraced the spirit of a stripper and showed off her slender body for all to see, loving what little attention had already been bestowed upon her purely from walking in. Enjoying the power she had over the men in the room she walked amongst the tables for a moment, smiling seductively at anyone whose attention she caught, completely lost in the moment now as her modesty had all but disappeared – the Candace she had known had left the building with her friends, and what remained was an emboldened stripper determine to have a wild night.

Riding this new found high she decided now was the time to engage her ultimate plan as she strutted her way up to her former teacher, her movement causing her skirt to sway dangerously back and forth to reveal nearly all of her toned legs. Finding her past educator still lost in his drink she stepped right up to the table, her voice catching as some of her earlier nerves managed to catch back up with her and clashed with her stripper-persona boldness.

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The Pictures

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It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, and I was just plain bored. My boyfriend was out of town, wasting a perfectly good day of mindless sex, which is how we usually spent our Saturdays together. Nothing good was on TV, and my mom had borrowed my car to go visit her boyfriend deep in the bowels of West Texas.

I called some of my girl friends, but they were probably out having mindless sex, too, because no one was home. Finally, I called my friend John, thinking he’d probably be out with his girlfriend.

“Hey John, what’s up, biatch?” I asked.

“Not a damn thing.. Crystal is out looking for colleges today. I guess that’s what I get for dating a chick 5 years younger than me.” I giggled. Crystal was only 17 to John’s 22, a fact that I teased him about unrelentlessly.

John and I met in high school, and we tried a few unsuccessful times to date. He was a dork, not that it really mattered, but nothing really sizzled between us. Since then we’ve become best friends, confiding in each other what our significant others will never know or understand. Sometimes, after a bad day, I like to think that this intimacy is better than physical, and the mental part of it is almost erotic. Then I get over it.

“I’m bored. Let’s go do something,” John said.

“Okay. Hey! Bring your camera, I want some new pictures.” John was an aspiring photographer.

“Cool.” He said.

To prepare, I tried my best to prepare for the pictures. I’m not skinny by any means, but I do have a nice body. I unbuttoned three buttons on my black shirt to show off my fiery red bra. My breasts, at 38D, hardly needed anything to draw attention to them, but this did them justice. My long hair came down to my breasts, giving them even more attention than was necessary. I put on my jeans that showed off my not small but not huge ass and waited anxiously for John to show up.

When I answered the door, he looked me up and down and smiled to himself.

“Damn, Hillary, you look good.” I was a little surprised, since he never usually comments on how I looked, but flattered nonetheless.

“Thanks babe.” I led him into my bedroom, and we sat on my king size bed. I tried not to notice John staring at my breasts, and became a little uncomfortable with the situation. I got it over it once he started taking pictures. I was always able to make myself comfortable around the camera, and felt like in another life, maybe I could have been Travesti a model.

“Okay, Hill, smile for me. There ya go, looking good. Why don’t you wink for me? Good, good!” He barked out more commands and I did them, mindlessly. This was something we did alot, since I was helping him with his photography. I started thinking about how he was staring at me, and wondered why today was better than any other day. I always looked like this and he never stared at me before.

In spite of myself, I became turned on. I was never attracted to John, but the chemistry with the camera and the constant stares from him were driving me insane. I unbuttoned another button, almost opening my shirt completely. John stopped taking pictures for a second to nod his approval.

“That’s great Hill.. damn, you have some awesome tits.” I gasped. He had never said anything like that before. I began to notice a tingling between my legs. I started fantasizing about throwing the camera out of his hands just ravaging him, but I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation. I knew he was entirely devoted to his girlfriend.

I started touching my body for the pictures; I ran my hands over my hips, my stomach, my breasts. When I got to my breasts, I finally noticed that John had a raging hard on. This made me giggle.

“Good, good, keep it light.. Damn Hill.. these look good.” I smiled and kept up with my seductive poses.

“Okay.. okay.. why don’t you unbutton your jeans a little.. you know.. that would be really sexy.” After getting over the initial shock of such a request, I unzipped my jeans for him, and he started for a full minute before he started taking pictures again. Like I said, I was shocked at the request but it just turned me on more. I unbuttoned the last button on my shirt, as an experiment to see what John would do.

“Hill.. that’s great.. why don’t you take your jeans off, too? These pictures will make Ryan a very happy man!” Ryan was boyfriend, almost completely forgotten by then. Well, it was his fault. He always had a problem with commitment. Now I had one too.

I slowly took off my pants, feeling electricity that I never thought I’d feel for John. I looked at his hard on and wondered about how big his penis was. He’d always joked that it was huge, and I suddenly had an urge to find this out for myself. All sorts of impure thoughts were running through my head, thoughts that would make anyone Ankara Travesti blush. I had known John for what seems like forever, but I had never felt these feelings for him.. hell, for anyone.

John, who was a couple of feet away until then, came closer to me to take these pictures. He was having trouble with the camera, fumbling a little bit, and I couldn’t help but smile. He wanted me. I knew it and he knew it, but I didn’t think anything could possibly happen.

“Hill.. I never knew how beautiful you are!”

“Thanks, John.. don’t you think we’re getting a little too naughty here, though? This can’t be good.”

John finally put his camera down and sat down on the bed next to me. He silently looked me over, choosing his next words carefully.

“Hill.. I have to tell you this.. I had a dream about you the other day that just completely blew me away. You and Iris were sitting on my bed, staring at me, and Iris starts to kiss you, right? You push her away and she runs away crying.” I thought that was strange, right off. I always had the hots for Iris. She was one hot chick!

“So anyway.. you start taking all your clothes off and you stare at me like you want something from me. We start kissing, passionately, and that’s when the dream ended. I couldn’t let the dream go on, it was just too intense.” I let that sink in, and finally nodded. I understood.

John and me had been friends for almost 5 years, and we successfully avoided being truly physically intimate. But our closeness had finally caught up with us. It was time to take it further.

I knew I was going to have to make the first move, because he just sat there, looking like a lost puppy. I took his hand in mine, and I kissed him, softly and passionately. I could barely contain myself.

John jumped up.

“What are we doing! I can’t do this! I love Iris, everything about her!!” I sat still on the bed, wondering how I’d ever explain this to Ryan, and how I would apologize to Iris for kissing her boyfriend.

I was close to tears when John grabbed me and threw me down on the bed. I was surprised, and even more so when he kissed me hard. I kissed him back, and wrestled with him until I could get on top of him. I grabbed his arms., pinning him on the bed, and I kissed him until we could both barely breath. I held his arms like that while I fought to take his pants off. After coming close to ripping them off, İstanbul Travesti I got back on top of him, feel his hard on up close and personal. He fought me until he was loose from me pinning him.

There was so much electricity in the air I thought I would be electrocuted, but both of us felt it, and we both wanted to hold on to that feeling. John hurriedly took off my bra, and as soon as it was off, had my nipple in his mouth like it was his lifeblood. I shuddered, coming close to orgasming just from feeling this sensation. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had incredible sex before, but that couldn’t hold a candle to this kind of feeling. I lay still while he caressed me in my most erotic places.. my stomach, my thighs, my arms. He kissed my stomach, slowly licking it, taking the time to make me feel like I was the only one in the world. He licked my thighs, biting them a little, making me shudder again. In a move that almost seemed surreal, he ripped off my underwear and buried his tongue in my vagina all in one move. He couldn’t wait to be inside me, it seemed.

I moaned, and moved around as he brought me to orgasm again and again with his tongue, moving it in circles on my clit like he was born to know how to do it. He buried his tongue inside of me, making me scream with pleasure that I’d never known before and knew I’d never know again. After I was numb with pleasure, I got on my knees and took his underwear off without speaking. Before my eyes was the biggest cock I had ever seen. It must have been close to 9 inches! I thanked God that John was my best friend, and then proceeded to take his entire penis into my mouth. He moaned, and came almost instantly. I smiled.

We rolled around on the bed a little more, and within minutes he was hard again. I didn’t have to think about what to do next.

I got on top of him anxiously, having a deep desire to have him inside me. What I felt when he entered me was something I can’t describe. All the times we had confided in each other, all the times I’ve spent in tears with him telling me it would be okay, all the times we’d stay up all night talking about life, they all because this one moment. I felt more pleasure than one should almost be allowed to feel. We moved together, as one, perfectly in synch, and we came together, screaming in ecstasy. I was close to tears again, because I knew that wasn’t something that was going to happen again.

We held each other all day, never saying a word. No words were needed, because we knew that we would never talk about it again. Incidents incredible as these could not be repeated, or they wouldn’t be as special. Well, at least I have the pictures to remind me of that day.

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The Recipe

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My hair is a beast. Taming her is never easy, but over the years I’ve perfected a regimen that suits my style from business meetings to soccer games. With her out-of-control-curly-nature I experimented with every look in the book. She was asymmetric with a bob. She was even long and straight to below my shoulders. And for a good while she was shorter than my eyebrows and blonde.

That’s the look we had when we met Kaz.

He fell in love with ‘Annie Lennox’ before he transformed into ‘Tracy Ellis Ross’. But that didn’t bother him one bit. He was simply happy that I didn’t complain about getting my hair wet when we went to the beach.

We have always been a simply happy couple. And now a simply happy family.

Until the beast began to get out of hand. When I last straightened her, she fell to the center of my back. But maintaining her look when she was straight was more work than I wanted to put in, so I let her go curly and wild.

And that’s how Kaz preferred her.

Oddly enough, aside from my hair, we were the least interest couple in the neighborhood. Three kids and one dog. A minivan and sensible sedan. Between his khakis and my button up blouses we could have been mannequins at the Gap on weekends.

And you could definitely tell our book by our cover. Church on Sunday. Homework and dinner with the kids before bedtime. A little television. A little missionary and cowgirl three nights per week. Soccer & gymnastics on Saturday morning. Date night at the movies on Saturday. Back to church on Sunday.

We are boring and we love it.

But my hair was getting out of control. Most people think that she wakes up bouncy and perfect but taking care of her Travesti was beginning to take up my entire morning. So I began to seek treatment for the devil atop my head – an exorcism to tame the beast, not drive her away. I loved her, but I didn’t like her controlling me.

My regimen began with a few natural oils from the beauty supply store, but over time that simple recipe evolved into a voodoo regimen of cococut oil and burning incense. Every Sunday night after the kids snuggled into their beds, I would apply my recipe and do 20 minutes of yoga before a warm shower to wash it all out. Then Kaz and I would watch a little TV while the beast quietly dried. Then the three of us would fall asleep after the 11 o’clock news.

Perfectly boring. The beast may have looked wild, but she was no longer a problem.

But one summer day our perfect little world developed a tiny wrinkle. That Sunday Kaz went to get the laundry from the basement while I was getting our twins out of the bath. I had almost gotten them to sleep when our older son yiped from the bathroom. “Cold water!” he shouted. Kaz checked on him and quickly realized he must have accidentally shut off the water heater when he was in the basement doing laundry.

Unfortunately, my brain was on autopilot after all of the kids were asleep, because I immediately rubbed my concoction through my hair and into my scalp before knocking out some much deserved yoga. It was a hot day outside, but not terribly humid enough to run our air conditioning, so I was excited to get my sweaty body into the shower.

I didn’t remember about the hot water until I was naked and hopping under the cold stream. I would have yiped Konya Travesti as loud as our son if not for fear of waking the kids. I didn’t want to ruin their sleep routine.

With just my robe on I tiptoed down the hallway and into the kitchen to ask Kaz how long it would take for the water to heat up. He looked up from folding the laundry with a smile and said, “About another hour.”

The back of our house faced west so the bedrooms were a little warmer than the rest of the house. I wasn’t going to put my clothes back on my sweaty body, so I laid my towel across the bed and stretched out onto my stomach. I grabbed my tablet and started reading articles from the Sunday paper that I’d saved to read during the week.

Three articles in I heard the door close when Kaz entered our bedroom. I was turned toward our back curtains so I couldn’t tell what he was doing. I was just about to start an article on the benefits of lemon water when Kaz straddled my bare naked back.

With his bare naked ass.

Gulp.

Kaz began to run his fingers through my treated hair. I kept my focus on the article as he massaged my scalp for at least 15 minutes. I thought this was heaven.

But that was just the gate.

As I tried to move on to another article, Kaz pulled his right hand from my head and reached behind him, slowly walking his fingers down the crack of my ass until he found my moist pussy. I gave up on reading the article on real estate development in Austin and turned the selfie camera on so I could see behind me.

Though my freshly combed out hair blocked most of Kaz’s face, I could see that his eyes were closed and I could feel where his focus İzmir Travesti was – my swelling clitoris. I loved seeing the intense focus on his face as he easily moved me from 0 to 10 in two minutes. With the last bit of focus I had left, I hit the record button to film our faces as I felt his fingers play a rhythmic melody between my thighs.

I was about to cum and he knew it, so I was expecting him to slide back and fuck me from behind. I wanted to open my eyes but the trembling started and I lost all focus. I bucked his hand so hard I thought I might have broken one of his fingers. I slowly opened my eyes to see Kaz’s eyes in the tablet because I was still holding the device with a death grip. And that’s when it occurred to me that Kaz had only use one hand pleasing my pussy.

And before I realized where his left hand had gone, I felt a warm fluid puddling upon my scalp.

Kaz had cum in my hair.

“Sorry,” he quietly apologized as he dismounted my back and headed toward our bathroom.

I could feel his cum settling into my hair and scalp.

It felt amazing. I didn’t want to move.

“Water’s hot,” Kaz quietly shouted from our bathroom. I sauntered in to join him and washed my hair as though nothing different had happened. Kaz was truly embarrassed but obviously satisfied. We didn’t say a word.

The following Sunday after putting the kids to bed, I walked into the living room to see Kaz folding the laundry. He looked up with the beautiful smile that always makes me melt.

“After yoga, I’m going to read before I jump in the shower,” I explained as rested against the hallway wall. “I got so many unsolicited compliments on my hair this past week that I’d like to follow the same recipe.” Kaz put his head down and continued with the laundry.

As I spun around to head back down the hallway, Kaz cleared his throat and asked, “30 minutes?”

I smiled to myself and replied, “20, please.”

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The Punk and The Bride

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Travis stood on the corner, wishing that he didn’t give a crap about what he wore.

After all, if he didn’t give a crap about what he wore he wouldn’t have come out tonight in just jeans, a T-shirt and a thin leather jacket. The tee even had holes in it where the seams were wearing away after countless washes and being worn to innumerable gigs and shows. But it was vintage, as was the jacket, and the jeans and sneakers might not have been but they completed the outfit.

And he wanted to look good tonight, he wanted to look the part.

But Jesus Christ it was starting to snow! A nice thick winter coat wouldn’t have gone amiss.

Or, then again, he could just bite the bullet and go into the hotel.

He looked up at the blandly impressive cream and gold complex that he’d driven out to and fought to control his shivers. This wasn’t really a part of town where anyone he knew had ever lived. It was all upmarket urban apartments, miniature shopping malls with half a dozen boutique stores, and luxury conference complexes like this one.

He eased his cell phone out of the tight denim of his pocket and checked the time. Ok, well if he was going to do this, then…

– – –

Inside, the lobby was a fairly ugly combination of tasteful minimalism and gaudy flourishes. Everything was cream and gold. Travis was a dark smear – denim, leather, tattoos and hair gel. The man behind the counter glanced at his feet as he approached, as if he expected to see dirty black footprints tracking off behind the rockabilly spook. He didn’t look too snooty though, and even Travis himself had to admit that he looked a little out of place there.

“Hi,” Travis smiled, used to the raised eyebrows and slight pauses, “I’m here for the Thompson-Frost wedding… thing. What suite is that…?” He tailed off, hopefully leaving the tall, healthy looking guy something to work with.

“I should call up first,” the clerk smiled, in a kind of ‘no offence’ tone of voice, “What’s the name?”

“Travis Hart, just… Travis. They’ll know who it is.” He turned back to look again at the lobby and the people passing through it. It was weird how things like this made him so nervous when he’d done so many stupid, crazy things risking life and limb that hadn’t made him bat an eyelid. Actually no, that wasn’t so crazy was it? That was just who he was and, in a way, why he was here.

He didn’t see anyone he knew – no members of Ali’s family that was. The wedding itself wasn’t until tomorrow though, they’d probably all be arriving then. He wasn’t invited to the wedding of course, and he was still kind of fuzzy as to why he’d been invited (maybe ‘summoned’ would have been better) tonight. Tonight he guessed they were going over the finishing touches, and then there’d be hen night and the stag night. This was fucking depressing.

“Sir?” Mister Healthy-Complexion broke into his reveries with a light cough, “That’s fine, sorry to keep you. They’re in the Plumtree Suite on the second floor. You can go right up. Turn left after you come out of the elevator.” Travis nodded his appreciation and headed towards the row of gleaming gold elevator doors.

It came as no surprise to Travis that there was a handsome, formidable, middle-aged woman waiting for him when the doors opened on the second floor. She regarded him warily – as if he might try to make a break for it and dash past her at any moment.

“Hello Travis,” she greeted him with a smile – tight but not without some warmth.

“Hello Elaine, how’s things?” Travis felt like he had been dropped unknowingly into some kind of game of wits, and that possibly he had to defeat this boss before he could advance to the next level.

“Wonderful. My daughter’s getting married tomorrow.” Elaine was a little too much sometimes – too shrewd or too intense – but she was clearly a good person and a great mother. Travis had no intention of trying to put anything over on her. Actually, he strongly doubted that he could. He smiled to see the unlit cigarette she was clutching in her hand. Same as always.

“I think that’s why I’m here,” Travis shrugged, “I got her message.”

“I like you Travis, but don’t get stupid.” Elaine stepped forward, and Travis almost stepped back instinctively. He managed to stand his ground against the slight woman though, which was some small victory at least. She was almost a good foot shorter than him. “I think she wants to clear the air with you before she moves on to the next – happy,” this she stressed excessively, “phase of her life. Don’t mess things up for her.”

“Elaine come on,” Travis appealed, “I’m not going to do anything to make her unhappy… y’know, anymore.” The quip fell flat, and Travis himself winced at the terribly pitched attempt at humour, physically apologising for it to the tense mother in front of him. “I mean, I almost didn’t come but I figured – if it would make her happy…”

“Well, good.” Elaine never seemed to take any notice of his appearance, and he liked that. Even when she had first met him she had only been interested in the kind of man he Travesti was, not the kind of clothes he wore. “I have to pick up Charlotte from the house, apparently she decided to start the hen night drinking without the hen and she’s too drunk to make it out here alone. I’ll be back as soon as I can with her…”

“I see…”

“So, you’ll probably want to be gone before then,” Elaine looked at him significantly as she stepped past him to call the elevator. She might still have some respect for him, but Ali’s sister Charlotte hated his guts. Running into her would be a real mood killer for everyone.

“To be honest, I’d like to get this over as quickly as possible,” he answered, a little ruefully as Elaine stepped into the elevator’s cream interior.

“Good luck in the future Travis, don’t say anything stupid tonight.” The doors slid shut and Travis couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped his lips – first level complete.

He found the Plumtree Suite and, still feeling hideously out of place and scuffing his dirty sneakers nervously against the deep shag of the carpet, he knocked three times.

“Come in.” Ali’s voice, clear and relaxed. He couldn’t help but smile as he opened the door.

“Hi, it’s me,” was his stadium-worthy opening gambit, though it almost died on his lips when he saw her. She was a vision, a Hollywood wedding-movie dream in a dress so pure white that it made the cream walls look a dirty tan brown. Her blonde hair wasn’t fixed properly he guessed, it was just pinned up behind her head, but still she was beyond radiant. The dress itself was gorgeous, off her shoulders and curving over her bust beautifully, managing to be both simple and spectacular at the same time. The bustier was elegant and minimal but the dress exploded out at the waist into a gravity defying cascade of silk and lace that bloomed out for what looked like several feet in every direction.

She was truly beautiful – and of course it hurt.

“Trav!” The warmth of her smile stung too. They had broken up so long ago now that it didn’t hurt bady, it didn’t make him want to break things and people like it used to, but he couldn’t see her without being stabbed by knives of regret. “I didn’t think you’d come!”

“You look amazing Ali,” he said as he walked into the room. Only now did he notice the other girl – someone from the hotel or the dress shop that was making last minute alterations to the work of art she was wearing. The girl did a slight double take at his appearance, but smiled at him, and quickly continued her work. The room itself took a few seconds to come into focus too – it was something like a big meeting room, with a long table stretching away to his right that was covered in myriad boxes and wedding ephemera, and a large clear area near the door where they were standing.

Travis had wondered what he would do when he saw her; whether he should give her a casual hug or a quick kiss on the cheek, but it looked like he wouldn’t really get a chance to do either. Her dress was so big it looked pretty difficult to navigate around. It was a shame, he’d been greedily looking forward to that moment. He wondered how her fiancee was going to handle it at the altar.

Fiancee? Husband by then. Lucky bastard.

“You look really good too,” she grinned, “I’m glad you haven’t changed.”

“You’ve changed enough for both of us I think,” he cracked with a wicked grin, taking a walk around her to look at the dress. “That’s quite a construction.”

“I know! Isn’t it? How’s it looking Claire?”

“I’m done I think!” the previously silent assistant piped up, “You want to slip it off now?” Ali looked pensive, the same thoughtful expression Travis had seen a million times before.

“I think I’ll keep it on until my mother gets back, until Charlotte can take a look,” she decided, “Why don’t you go have a break or something Claire?”

“God that sounds good! I need a coffee like you don’t know!” the bubbly girl laughed, “See you later.” She slipped out with a wave, and a nod to Travis, leaving them alone in the long, brightly lit room.

They stood in silence for a moment, each regarding the other with a faint smile, as if psychically trying to ascertain what the situation was between them. They’d met briefly several times in the years since they’d split up, and each time they’d been a little more civil to each other. But each time one of them had said something that had killed the civility, and a few months ago a mutual friend had let slip to Travis that Ali had known her current fiancee before she and him had broken up. A savagely bitter email from him and they were back to square one.

That, he figured, was why she had asked him here. And sure, it had hurt then, it had torn open old wounds, but seeing her now… he just didn’t care about that any more. If she wanted to make sure all was forgiven then she was in luck.

“So, how do I really look?” she asked with a wary smile.

“Absolutely beautiful. An absolutely beautiful model bride,” he grinned.

“Model huh?”

“Straight out Ankara Travesti of a magazine.”

“To straight for you?” She knew what he was thinking, and he threw back his head and laughed. It felt good to let the tension out.

“You were a sexy-ass punk chick, Ali.”

“I’m a sexy-ass ‘square’ now.”

“I guess you are.” He leaned against the edge of the table and looked her up and down again. “Can you sit down in that thing?”

“Ah… sure. With difficulty. There’re no actual wires under here,” she patted the huge meringue of her skirts, “just a zillion, zillion petticoats. Look, it’s pretty easy to move…” She did a quick spin across the floor to demonstrate. “It’s a marvel of modern fashion.”

“It is fantastic,” Travis nodded, more seriously, more genuinely, “You’ll look beautiful tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” Ali smiled, appreciating his honesty now. “Listen, last time we… were in contact…”

“Forget about it,” Travis waved his hand, “Water, bridge, all that. I’m pretty sure it was Stan accidentally being an asshole and making something out of nothing.”

“It was!” Ali leaned forwards, excitingly jumping on this take on their final argument, “I didn’t even know I’d met Tom before when we got together. Which was a long time after…”

“It’s cool, it’s cool,” Travis wasn’t sure that he really wanted to spend much time talking about Tom Thompson. In any case, what he knew of the guy he didn’t like much, so he was worried that he might upset Ali by accidentally insulting him.

“Yeah, I met Gretch the other week. She’s coming tomorrow. I heard about her breaking up with Stan!”

“Which was long overdue,” Travis smirked, a little sourly. Their friends had been ill matched from the start, and their five-year relationship had only made sense after it fell apart.

“And now she’s with Raf? Was that difficult for… everyone?”

“Well… I guess. I don’t hang out much with Stan anymore considering he hates Raf’s guts, but that isn’t exactly breaking my heart.”

“Oh,” Ali sighed and let a sad smile slip out, “I miss you guys.” She really had been part of their group of friends, only to completely drop out when she and Travis had broken up.

“Well…” Travis shrugged. What the hell was he supposed to say? Miss you too? He did. Deep down in his guts, in the very core of himself, he wanted her back. But his brain was working better these days, and he couldn’t say for certain that they would ever be right for each other. It was just hard to let go of the best thing that ever happened to him.

“Sorry, sorry,” Ali looked away, as if suddenly aware of what she had said, “thanks for being… ok with this.”

“Well,” he couldn’t help himself, “not ok, but y’know… if you’re happy.”

“I am,” she looked up at him, a little strangely he thought, “happy with Tom.”

“How is he? How is Tom?” Travis stretched his hands out either side of him on the table, and this time he couldn’t help the snide cynicism from breaking into his voice. Thankfully Ali seemed to take it with grace.

“He’s great. Busy at work, but he’s… Everything’s great.”

“What…” Travis’s voice started to rise, and he fought to keep the sarcasm in check, “What kind of music does Tom listen to?” Ali narrowed her eyes at him, but she was still smiling. Travis had grown up so much since he and Ali had been an item, but there was still a creature inside him that couldn’t help pushing things. Pushing them as far as they could go. That was why Elaine had warned him not to be stupid, and he hoped that the creature wouldn’t push too hard today. He really didn’t want to make her upset, but her fiancee was an idiot and he couldn’t help himself.

“I don’t listen to punk music anymore y’know,” she shot back, “I grew out of it.”

“Oh, nice. But avoiding the question! What kind of music does Tom like?”

“He works a lot, so he listens to… stuff to chill out. I listen to everything you know that, so it’s cool.”

“Yeah I know, you’ve got great taste in music. That’s why I…” Travis wisely tailed off before things got too personal, “Anyway, how about Tom’s taste in music?” Ali pursed her lips and he knew he had her.

“OK! Jesus you win! Tom likes fucking awful music!” she blurted. Travis burst into laughter and his heart soared when he realised that Ali was laughing with him. “He listens to nothing but the most derivative indie and the most MOR cock rock. It’s painful! I’m trying to cultivate a taste in classical music to stop him from putting that shit on when he’s cooking, because god forbid he’d listen to anything with keyboards or a drum machine.” Ali was really alive now, her old fiery, spiky self, and she jabbed a finger at him as she spotted a line of attack. “That’s right! He cooks, which is more than I can say for you. Worked out how to make an omelette yet?”

“I memorised the number of the new pizza shop down the street,” Travis shrugged, “Does that count?”

“Pathetic!” Ali stepped towards him, bringing the penumbra of her dress to inches from his sneakers. Her hands were on İstanbul Travesti her hips, and for a split second her saw her in tight, ripped jeans and an even tighter t-shirt, her hair a gender-bending pompadour, her eyebrow pierced. “Remember that time you tried to make dinner.”

“Yes I…”

“And I came home and Raf had you out on the steps because he was worried you had ‘smoke inhalation poisoning’ or something?”

“Remember when you almost lost a fingernail trying to restring a guitar.” Travis hopped to his feet, hips set like a gunslinger, grinning from ear to ear to be back in a tussle like this. “And for that matter – remember your band?”

“Don’t even…” Ali put her hands over her ears, “La-la-laaaa! I was never in a rock and roll band!”

“Oh I’m sure I can dig up the evidence. That song that went… how was it? ‘I wasn’t loooo-o-ost… but now…'” Travis brayed out the chorus of one of the few songs Ali had penned. He was no singer, and he tailed off as they both gave in to the laughter that bubbled up from their chests. “Seriously though,” he said, risking the small movement it took to touch her arm, “He’s a good guy?”

“He’s a good guy,” Ali caught her breath, her face still bearing the traces of a smile, a little sad perhaps, “I’m very lucky and I’m going to be very happy with him.”

“That sounds really… well thought out,” Travis frowned, interested in the careful way she had phrased her answer.

“Some people think things through, Trav,” she teased.

“Yeah, I heard about it, I’ll give it a try when I’m fifty I think.” He kept his eyes on her and for some reason she couldn’t hold his gaze this time. She looked away sharply. “It’s just a shame to have to calculate everything.”

“I’m not calculating!” Ali protested, and there was less humour in her voice now. Travis knew he was pushing it – he was risking the wrath of Elaine. “But we… you and me…”

“No, I’m sorry,” he raised his hands, admitting his guilt, “you and me would probably never have lasted, we’re… terrible for each other.” Ali nodded, relaxing. “It just sounds like we were a lot more fun than this.” His smile was evil, he knew it, he just couldn’t help it.

“Fun?” he was happy to see that she seemed to be rising to it as a challenge, not as the snide attack that she might have seen. He hadn’t meant it like that but… things were always charged between them. All it took was one misunderstanding, “Didn’t I throw a fucking TV at you once?”

“Glad to see you still remember how to swear.” He saw her smile and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

“And didn’t I throw your car keys in the river?”

“I still think my car’s gonna be stolen by a frogman one day.”

“And didn’t I…”

“Didn’t we go to Albania just because neither of us had ever even thought about the country before?” The memory of that insane, unhinged vacation was such a good one that Travis knew it would bring a flush of happiness to Ali’s cheeks, and it did. Could Tom Thompson do that? Had he ever? He wanted to ask, but he was reining the creature in, he was fighting not to push things too far. Ali sighed.

“I think if I was still doing stuff like that, I’d go crazy Trav. I was worried about your… mental health for a while.”

“Eh… you should probably still worry,” he laughed. “I mean… that’s what’s important to me.” He watched very closely as, her cheeks still blushing Ali’s eyes came up his body. She was biting her lip, seeming to wrestle with something. “Y’know, random vacations, Halloween parties on New Years Eve… organizing your own gig even though you can’t play and your only half-decent song goes… ‘I wasn’t loooo-o-ost… but now…”

With another burst of laughter Ali reached out, and tried to cover his mouth with her perfectly manicured fingers, but what happened after that was so quick that neither of them could react until it was well underway. Ali’s fingers touched his lips and Travis’s hand moved on its own (later he would claim it was muscle-memory) snaking around her waist and pulling her tight to him. Ali’s hand moved too (again, muscle-memory – not her fault) slipping off his lips and around to the back of his head so that – with him pulling her by the waist and her pulling him by the head – their lips had no choice but to meet.

The kiss was hard, hot and brief. The huge, stiff skirts of Ali’s dress bunched and bloomed around Travis’s thin, denim clad legs as he pulled her hard to him, until their whole bodies were pressed together. Seconds later they broke apart, almost leaping away from each other.

“Christ! I’m sorry I…” Travis started, regaining the creature’s leash, but not really regretting what had happened.

“What am I doing?!” Ali gasped, incredulously, bending over, busying herself fluffing up her petticoats and her dress again. “What the fuck am I doing?”

“You’re doing something you’ve missed…” Travis bit his tongue three seconds too late to stop that slipping out. “Not me, just… doing something unpredictable. Tell me you haven’t missed that,” he challenged. She straightened up and turned to face him, her face blank, unreadable. She was silent for a long time, so long that he felt forced to break the silence. “I’ll go,” he nodded and turned to the door. Her voice, as it stopped him, hit him like a fist in the back.

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The Pool Shark

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Rose crouched down to look at the pool table on an even level. She was up by a few shots, but she didn’t have any confidence that she was going to win. She lined up her shot and smacked her stick against the cue ball. It went skidding across the green felt and slammed into the red ball forcing it into the corner pocket. She stood up and smiled devilishly at him, and blew the chalk of the end of her pool stick.

Alex shook his head at her as she lined up her next shot. She leaned far across the table exposing the tops of her golden to him. Rose aimed the white orb at the eight ball, but her aim was off and she missed the shot. He chuckled at her and took his shot. The white ball skidded down the table without coming into contact with anything. She laughed back at him. Luckily, the cue ball was perfectly lined up with the black ball. She swiftly struck the cue with her stick and sent it careening into the eight ball, successfully lodging it into the corner pocket.

“You owe me,” she said to him. Alex walked along the opposite side of the table rolling all the remaining balls into the nearest pocket. He walked around the short side of the table and went to her. She was leaning against the pool table. The neck of her black shirt scooped low to present the swell of her breasts. Alex longed to lick the valley between her perky breasts. Rose had been tantalizing Travesti him all night and she knew it. Her red Capri pants hugged her ass cheeks perfectly. A pair of three- inch black heels adorned her tiny feet. His pants grew tight and he pulled her towards him.

Alex bent his head and captured Rose in a wondrous kiss that almost made her forget her name. His lips were soft and his tongue flicked in and out of her mouth. As they were lip locked he picked her up and set her on the top of the pool table. She let her legs fall open and he occupied the space between them. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he sucked on her neck.

Rose tossed her head from side to side in anticipation of the lust filled sex they were about to have. His hungry mouth kissed her neck and sucked on her collarbone. She murmured in delight and Alex pushed his hand up her shirt. He cupped her breast and kissed her ferociously. He pulled her black shirt up over her golden breasts. Alex kissed and licked them. His saliva seeped through the thin fabric of her black lace bra. He placed his mouth over her breast and sucked her nipple. Rose’s nipples became erect with desire and she moaned for him to continue.

He removed her shirt and pulled the straps of her bra off of her shoulders almost exposing her entire breast. Antalya Travesti He licked the sensitive undersides of her breasts and she sighed with delight. He made a trail of scorching kisses from her nipple down to her navel. He pushed his tongue into the shallow indentation and swirled it around. They both desired him to repeat the same maneuver on her clitoris. Alex slipped Rose’s shoes off and let them fall to the floor. His swift hands unbuttoned her red pants to reveal a lack of panties.

Alex’s erection surged against his pants. He slid her pants down her tanned temptress legs and she shot a menacing look in his directions. Alex parted her legs and gazed upon her landscaped pubic hair. Rose had removed all but a tiny strip of silky curls. He bent his head and inhaled her womanly scent. He placed a solitary kiss on her aching clitoris.

Alex pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the pool table beside them. Rose sat up and kissed the blonde curls that adorned Alex’s muscled chest. He was a modern day Adonis. Ales pushed Rose’s shoulders and she was forced to recline on the pool table. Alex unbuttoned his khaki’s and let them fall to his ankles. He pushed his boxers down. He kicked away the puddle of clothes around his feet and prostrated himself on Rose’s golden body.

He eased his throbbing member into her inviting vagina. Bursa Travesti His rhythm was smooth and consistent. Rose raised and lowered her hips to meet his every thrust. He kissed her passionately and she felt herself growing closer to orgasm. She grabbed Alex’s strong arms and flipped them over. She was sitting on his muscular thighs sliding up and down on his erect penis.

Alex grabbed her firm ass as she squeezed her vaginal muscles and pumped his penis while wetly slipping along the length of him. Rose supported herself on her outstretched arms and gripped the edge of the pool table. She slammed her hips against him and each time her clitoris rubbed against the bas of his penis.

He grabbed her breasts and brought them to his mouth. He peeled the black lace back to reveal her hardened nipple. Rose moaned with pleasure. She was getting hot from the feel of Alex’s wet mouth on her breast. Alex’s arousal became heightened with Rose’s moans and his body tightened with the impending explosion. He grabbed rose’s ass and pumped her faster on his penis. Rose welcomed the helping hand and the release of pressure to continue the movements allowed her to enjoy the feel of his engorged member filling up her vagina. Rose’s muscles unintentionally contracted and the added sensations cause Alex to orgasm.

“OH, ROSE! Oh, God. Ahhhhh, YES! YES! YES! Alex’s sperm shot deep inside of Rose. The warmth and the wetness satisfied her. Alex’s face was expressionless and his eyes fluttered close. The room fell silent as Alex pushed into her one last time and Rose collapsed on top of him, exhausted with pleasure.

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The Phone Call

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Writer’s Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today.

*****

During the late sixties and early seventies central Florida was growing by leaps and bounds; women of all ages were available whether young and single, middle-aged and married or divorced or mature and widowed. Men with a little finesse could score easily; a chance meeting at the grocery store or the laundromat could lead to afternoon or evening tryst with nothing more than a pleasant “hello” or a friendly smile.

That’s the way it was one evening while I was sitting home alone grading papers and minding my own business when I received a phone call:

“Hello,” I answered.

“How are you this evening?”

I responded to the sexy sounding female voice on the other end as I racked my brain to recall the voice as quickly as possible. I stalled as long as I could trying to recall where I had heard the voice before.

“I’m doing just fine; I’m glad you called,” Obviously she expected me to recognize her voice.

I played along hoping I could remember her voice or that she would say something that would ring a bell as to her identity.

“And how are you?” I asked her.

She gave a soft laugh then responded, “I’m doing well except I’m a bit sore.”

“My goodness what happened?”

“I told you last night that was my first-time having anal sex.” was her response.

I knew then it was a wrong number because I had been at an open house at school the previous evening. But, I wasn’t about to hang up on a sexy sounding woman who had experienced her first anal sex.

“Are you going to let that discourage you from trying it again?” I asked.

“Of course not; I enjoyed it but, I will make sure I have some lubricant the next time. What do you think I should use?”

“I’ve used everything from salad oil to butter in a pinch, but I guess the best thing is K-Y Jelly; its water based and is supposed to be gentler on those more sensitive areas. The problem is that men do not carry lubricant with them so unless you plan to stay close to the kitchen you have to carry it with you; of course pre-lubed rubbers can work just as good.”

“Is doggy-style the best way to have anal sex?” She asked.

“Not necessarily, but it does give the male a beautiful view of the woman spread open; the sight of seeing your cock sliding in and out of a woman’s ass is a powerful sight. Men like being able to see their work; it’s a shame it can’t be shared.”

“What other ways have you tried anal sex?”

I had to come up with a way to separate whoever the man was with whom she had had anal sex with from me. I knew if I told her I was a wrong number and we had never seen each other that she may just hang up.

“Oh, I’ve tried every way imaginable from sitting to standing and every way in between; any way you can have vaginal sex you can have anal sex. Of course if you are with two men you can experience both anal and vaginal sex at the same time.”

She laughed out loud, “Are you serious? I cannot believe that; two men at the same time?”

“Well, you asked me what ways I have tried anal sex. Are you telling me you have never thought about two men penetrating you at the same time?”

She giggled, “Well I’m not saying that I have never thought about it; it certainly makes for a nice fantasy. I have thought about sitting on my husband’s cock and giving a friend of ours oral sex I just haven’t been in a situation where it was even a remote possibility; until last night I had never thought about having a cock in my ass.”

“So if you were in a situation with two willing guys you might try it?”

She replied, “I might; especially if my husband was one of the two men.”

She quickly changed the subject, “Speaking of my husband I need to get off the phone because he is out of town working and usually calls me about this time each night. Are we still going to meet tomorrow?”

I had to make a quick decision. This may be why the guy gave her a bogus phone number; he didn’t want to see her again. Why didn’t he want to see her again? Maybe because she was ugly as sin, maybe because she was a bad fuck; of course it could be because he was married and he did not want to get tangled up.

I made a quick decision, “Sure, I would love to see you again. Do you know the Causeway Motel just before you cross over the bay?”

“Sure.”

“How about if we meet there?”

“Okay.”

“My friend, Will, keep’s a room there and he usually goes home on the weekends so he lets me use his room. Just go around to the back that way your car won’t be seen; it’s Room 152. I’ll be there by three o’clock; if Will is still there just introduce yourself.”

“Okay baby, I’ll see you then. Good night.” Her line went dead.

I punched star, sixty-nine Travesti and an operator gave me the number where the call originated.

The Causeway Motel was a small family owned motel with about thirty rooms. Years earlier I did some emergency plumbing work for the owner and we developed a friendship. He would call me when he had leaking faucets or stopped up toilets and I would take care of them for a minimal charge; in return I got to use one of his rooms if I needed too. It was a good deal for both of us since the room I used was beside the boiler and laundry room and was difficult to rent due to the noise.

I ran some errands that morning then after lunch headed to the motel. I stopped along the way and picked up some wine and some snacks; I remembered to pick up some personal lubricant too.

It was only two-thirty when I heard a soft knock at the door; I thought maybe she was coming early just to meet Will and not wait for her anal buddy. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out before opening the door.

“Hi I’m Nan, you must be Harold’s friend Will.” said the rather attractive blonde lady standing at the door.

I held out my hand, “Yes, come on in out of the hot sun.”

While she would not have won any beauty contest I was not at all disappointed; she was maybe in her early thirties, a few years younger than me, with short blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. The fitted dress she wore displayed a very nice figure and her big smile added up to a very nice, tall female package; I was sure the blonde drapes would match the carpet too.

“Have a seat.” I pointed at the king sized bed. “Would you like some wine?”

“Sure, that sounds great.”

I handed her a glass of wine. I decided to come clean and tell her about her phone call and how I came to be sitting there with her. She listened intently as I explained everything.

She smiled and replied, “Geez, the drama a girl has to go through to get laid these days.”

I had to laugh, “So I hope you want to stay; I’ve been thinking about our conversation from last night. I even picked up some personal lubricant to ease your soreness.”

Nan stood up, set her wine glass down, and reached behind her to unzip her dress. I moved behind her and took over the unzipping job then held the dress for her to step out of. One would never suspect the creamy white skin belonged to a Florida girl.

As I hung up the dress Nan removed her bra and tossed it on the bed,

“How do you like my pair of thirty-eights?” She asked proudly displaying a pair of grapefruit sized melons in her hands.

“They look delicious.” I moved close to take them into my hands to kiss their silver dollar-sized, light pink areoles with short stubby nipples.

“You can even bite them a bit if you want; my husband even likes to spank them,” She said.

Her hands moved to my shorts and unfastened them; as usual I did not wear any underwear. Before my shorts hit the floor her hands reached for my swelling cock; I pulled my shirt up and over my head. My hands moved over her body clad in only a silky pair of pink, bikini panties. Our lips opened, our tongues searched each other’s mouths. Nan pushed her panty clad pubic mound against me trapping my cock against her smooth thigh and the silky fabric of her panties.

“I’m glad I got the wrong number last night. I tried to go to sleep thinking about a nice hard cock pushing into my ass. Then I started thinking about two men at the same time; I thought I would go crazy. I’m ready for you to fuck my ass now,” Nan said softly then added a delicious kiss.

I moved behind her and slipped my hands into the waistband of her panties. I moved to my knees as I slid her panties down her long shapely legs; as she stepped out of them I leaned forward and began showering her very sweet ass with kisses; I then lifted the panties to my nose for a whiff of her aroused cunt. Call me a pervert or kinky, but I love the aroma of an aroused woman.

“Lean forward and place your hands on the dresser.” It was one of those low dressers where travelers usually put their suitcases.

Nan did as she was told; I opened the cheeks of her ass and began to kiss her puffy vulva covered with corn silk like pubic hair. She took turns looking into the mirror over the dresser then peeking between her legs to see what I was doing behind her. I moved my face higher to kiss her tightly puckered asshole; it was still a bit red from the first fucking it had received two nights earlier from a man too inconsiderate to use a lubricant.

She cooed and wiggled her ass as my wet tongue danced around the soft petals surrounding the tight hole; I rolled my tongue to make it firm enough to push open her tight sphincters muscles.

“Oh goodness, how delightful; I’ve never experienced a tongue back there before.” She said.

After several minutes of anal play with my tongue I decided it was time to get down to some serious ass fucking. I stood up and applied a dollop of lubricant Konya Travesti to my finger and rimmed the inside and outside of Nan’s still tight rear opening before applying it to the head and shaft of my hard cock.

“Try to relax,” I told her as my finger gently probed her opening.

We looked at each other in the mirror and smiled; Nan braced her arms and pushed back as I aligned the engorged, purple head of my cock with the center of her orifice and pushed forward.

“Ooh!” she cried out as the head of my cock pushed into her opening.”

“Are you okay?” I asked pausing just inside her ass then I felt her relax her muscles.

“Oh yes, I’m more than okay. Go ahead, all the way.”

I held on to her hips and pushed the full length of my cock deep; when I hit the bottom my cod sack smacked against her soft vulva, her tits jiggled beneath her torso.

“Yes, that’s it,” she responded.

I began a steady rhythm of full strokes; Nan’s tits went from jiggling to fully swaying and bouncing with each thrust. There was a loud smacking sound as my body made contact with her rear flanks; her eyes closed, her head moved from side to side, and moans escaped her throat.

After several minutes I pulled Nan’s body into a standing position, her fingers fell to her crotch and disappeared into the folds of her cunt. She could easily watch in the mirror as my cock appeared and disappeared beneath her fingers. I filled my hands with her pair of thirty-eights; my fingers pulled and pinched her nipples firmly as she began rolling her hips to test the sensations of being ass fucked in the standing position.

“Ooh, I like being able to watch myself getting fucked; I wish I could make a movie of this; I could show it to my husband.” She laughed.

“Do you think your husband would like to watch you get fucked in the ass by a complete stranger?”

“I don’t know; we have talked about watching each other fuck someone else, but we have never talked about anal sex until two nights ago. I would really like for him too.”

After testing the standing position, I pulled her backward several steps without withdrawing and carefully eased down on the bed while opening her legs with mine. She smiled in the mirror and we switched hands; Nan cupped her full round tits and began pinching her nipples while I captured her clit between the lips of her vulva and began rolling it between my fingers.

“I’m absolutely loving this ass fucking it has so many possibilities. Thank god Harold was such a jerk otherwise I might not be fucking you now,” Nan said gasping for breath.

I chimed in, “If I ever find out who he is I’m going to thank him for being such a dumb ass.”

Nan laughed.

I leaned backward bracing myself with my arms. “Lean back against me then lift your feet up and place them on my knees.”

Once she had changed her position her legs were splayed open and her cunt was completely displayed in the mirror; her labia vibrated with each thrust of my cock in her ass.

“This allows you to ride my cock by using your feet against my knees for leverage.” She tested it and found it worked. “It also allows for another guy to stand between our legs and fuck your pussy while I’m fucking your ass.”

I chuckled and added another possibility, “Or it will also allow a woman on her knees to eat your pussy.”

That brought laughter from both of us and we came apart and rolled on the bed.

“You come up with the most outlandish ideas; don’t tell me you have done that too.”

I moved my fingers, still wet with her juices, to her mouth; she immediately opened up and took my fingers in while swirling her tongue around them.

“Well, you just tasted a juicy pussy so why is that so outlandish? And, yes I have done that too. My ex-wife was very bi-sexual and loved eating pussy as much as I do.”

Nan replied, “I might let another woman eat my pussy, but I don’t think I could kiss and lick another woman’s pussy. I can’t imagine that. My husband wants to see me with another woman.”

We decided to relax and have some more wine. We continued to talk about our sexual proclivities.

Nan asked, “Were you serious about inviting my husband to join us sometime?”

“Sure, I was thinking about inviting another lady to join us, we could make it a foursome.”

“My husband and I have talked about getting together with another couple, but we didn’t know where to start.”

“So your husband knows about your sexual liaisons?” I thought that sounded better than saying, “you fucking around.”

“Yes, we spend so much time away from each other that we decided some years ago that we can take care of our sexual needs if we are discrete and do not get into any emotional entanglements. We also like to tell each other about our sex-capades; we find it very arousing.”

I chuckled, “That sounds just like my ex-wife and I when we were married.”

“Is that what caused you to get a divorce?”

“No, she decided she wanted İzmir Travesti children. We still hook up now and then; ex-sex is great sex,” I laughed.

“So she is married now?”

“Yes, and she has two kids.”

I rolled on my back, “Come up here and let me get a taste of your sweet pussy.”

Nan straddled my face and left enough space for me to explore her beautiful cunt. Her puffy vulva was covered fine, soft, blonde pubic hair; the pink, almost butterfly shaped, lips of her labia fell through the crevasse of her vulva and formed a trumpet shape around the glistening pink membranes of her vagina. Her clit was hidden in an inch long, pink sheath with dark blue veins visible along its length; its beauty begged to be kissed.

I began the task of kissing Nan’s beautiful cunt from side to side and front to back; I allowed my tongue to linger in those areas that were slick with creamy nectar. My lips tugged at the hanging, pink labia; they stretched as if they were elastic. I slipped several fingers into Nan’s just fucked ass and my thumb into her hot, wet channel and began eating her sweet morsels.

Nan began to buck her hips and moan as my stiff tongue danced and swirled around her clit; her moans quickly became the primal grunts of a rutting animal. Her sweet juices covered my face; with each breath I inhaled her musky aroma. She moved slightly forward and began to ride the bridge of my nose; more of her sweet juices flowed over my face. After several minutes, she stretched her arms out against the wall and waited until she regained her breath. She slid down my body toward my engorged cock; with a little wiggle of her hips her juicy cunt was in perfect alignment with the head of my cock, another small movement and she was completely impaled.

We kissed and licked each other’s faces; each time my cock pulsed in her hot, wet cunt Nan squeezed it with her muscles. We rolled onto our sides and continued to play with each other’s sex organs while we continued kissing and licking. We eventually rolled onto Nan’s back; she lifted her long, shapely legs and wrapped them around my hips. I began to thrust my hips against her pubic mound and grind my pelvis against her clit.

“Oh, that feels so good. Keep fucking me just like that. I hope you won’t mind it if I get loud; I’m a screamer at times,” she told me.

I pushed up on my arms to give me more leverage; her legs were locked around my hips pulling me into her as we both thrust against each other. We were wet with sweat and juices from Nan’s cunt; squishing sounds from my hard cock plowing into her creamy cunt were added to the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other and rutting sounds from our throats. We could have created a symphony with our sounds of fucking, but Nan added screams that were out of sync with our other sounds.

A burning fuse started somewhere in my lower extremities traveled quickly through my body and exploded in my nuts; spurt after spurt of hot semen surged through my shaft and tore through the small hole at the tip of my cock. Our bodies went limp and we rolled away from each other trying to catch our breath; we looked at each other and smiled, the gooey semen covering my shrunken cock began to cool. I moved between Nan’s legs to watch my semen ooze from the glistening pink membranes of her cunt.

“Push it out and I’ll catch it,” I told her.

She smiled a lazy smile and contracted her muscles and a large cream pie rushed onto my tongue. I lapped up as much as possible then moved up her body to her lips; a long droplet of creamy semen fell from my tongue into her mouth. We kissed and shared the salty liquid with each other.

“Mmmm, that was nice. I love that taste,” Nan said with a smile.

A few minutes later she asked, “Do you think I’m a slut?”

“I think you are a very sexy lady with a healthy libido. Do you want to be thought of as a slut?”

“Sometimes I want to be a prim and proper lady, but other times I want to be a slut. Today I want to be a slut.”

“Then get dressed and let’s go out for something to eat and see what kind of trouble we can get into.”

We walked a block up the street to a bayside seafood restaurant. Once we ordered and the waitress brought our drinks, I told Nan to go to the restroom, take off her panties, and bring them back to me. When she returned to the table she didn’t hand them to me discretely like I thought she would but rather she dropped them on the table; several men and at least two couples sitting nearby saw the silky, pink garment as I picked them off the table held them close to my nose before stuffing them into my shirt pocket.

During our meal, I encouraged Nan to open her legs to give people sitting close to us a peek up her dress. She not only complied but made direct eye contact with people and gave them a smile; one woman and several men returned her smile. When the woman’s companion excused himself to go to the men’s room the woman leaned close and handed Nan her business card.

“I’ll be in my office for another hour if you would like to call.” The woman picked up her check and walked away.

Nan grinned from ear to ear, “Can you believe that? She looked at both of us so I guess she may want to join us, wow!”

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John was 21 and worked alone most of the time. He worked in a village, on the outskirts of Bournemouth for a business ‘troubleshooter’ who spent most of his time at companies around the country. The office was spacious, and well positioned in the village. It was the top floor of an old baker’s shop; an architect took up the bottom floor. John wasn’t the best looking man to grace god’s earth, but he still managed to find women on the odd occasion, though probably not as often as he would want.

John was about 5’8, with shaved black hair and a goatee beard. This made John quite menacing looking, though he never got in to fights (usually because people were too scared to start on him because he looked ‘hard’). To add to this John was slightly overweight, not much, just a stone, but this added to his menacing look. John was a clever man; he had just completed a financial services degree, and was hoping to become a professional accountant.

There was always plenty of work for John to do, and it came to the point where he had too much on his plate, and wasn’t coping with it all. He spoke to his boss, Mike, a middle aged man, who had a strange sense of humour, but whom John liked very much. They decided that it would be a good idea to bring in somebody to do the vast amount of filing that would materialise over the week, which would take John a good few hours to do. John’s boss had a daughter, who went to sixth form at the local school. Jane was petite, with mouse coloured hair, and with small but pert breasts.

Jane was a pretty girl, but she lacked confidence, she was very shy, and whenever John saw here she would always avoid eye contact. Mike wanted Jane to do a few hours a week at the office to help John out, but being so shy and nervous Jane refused. However she said that she would ask around at college to see if any of her friends would be interested. On hearing this, John thought that he might end up with a sad, unattractive girl, as he couldn’t imagine Jane having too many friends. On the Monday, Mike told John that a girl, called Holly, would come in Wednesday afternoon to help out around the office. John didn’t know what to expect, but when it came to Wednesday afternoon, John had shock, a shock that pleased and excited him.

“Hello” a voice came from down the stairs.

“Hello, is John up there, it’s Holly.” She continued.

Holly walked up the stairs in to the large office, and looked around, but couldn’t see anyone.

“Sorry, I’m just sorting out some papers.” John said from his boss’s room.

John got up from his boss’s chair and walked through to the other room. He walked in the room and was immediately taken aback by Holly, she was looking out of a window and had her back to John. From the back she was stunning, about 5’7 with a slim figure, lovely legs, leading to an ass to die for. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a vest top. She had long black hair, down to her lower back, which was tied in a ponytail. Her figure had John mesmerised, her jeans were tight and her ass was small, round and pert.

“Hi, you must be Holly,” John said.

“Oh Hi, you’re John right?” she replied.

Holly turned around to greet John; she smiled and offered her hand out. John was in total shock; she was even more gorgeous from the front than she was from the rear. Her face was a picture of innocence, absolutely beautiful, not a blemish in sight. She had a great set of breasts, ample and pert, about a 32C. Her top was tight and accentuated her tits. She had a flat stomach, which was shown by her short top. Her skin looked smooth, and was slightly tanned. John shook her hand gently, she had lovely soft skin, and he got a tingle of excitement when their hands touched.

“Yeah I’m John, pleased to meet you Holly.” John’s voice crackled with nerves.

John couldn’t take his eyes of her, the way she stood there, so innocent, so sexy. They engaged in the usual small talk that people who have just meet did. John was transfixed, he could not stop looking at her, he would occasionally get a waft of her perfume, a smell that since he was interested in girls, had always got him very excited. John started to explain to Holly what she was required to do, show where to file what etc.

John left her to it, and sat at his Avcılar Escort desk. The filing cabinets were in the same room as his desk, and every so often he would glance up, just to catch a glimpse of Holly. He felt himself getting hotter; she was bending down in front of him, giving him a good view of her ass. John started to horny, and could feel his cock pushing its way through his trousers. He tried not to look at Holly, but found her irresistible, the more he looked at her, the harder he got. Holly dropped a file on the floor, she turned round to face John and bent over to pick up the paper, this gave John a perfect view of her cleavage, as her tits fell forward and pushed against her top. He stared intently at her tits, getting hotter and harder by the second, he moved his hand under his desk and touched his hard cock, as he did he felt his legs tingle with pleasure. As Holly stood up she caught John staring at her.

“Sorry, I was eh… just seeing if everything was OK down there.” John stumbled over his words embarrassingly.

“Well” Holly answered “is everything here to your satisfaction?”

“Yes… there, I mean its fine, everything perfect.” John turned away, growing redder by the second.

“Well I’m glad you like them, most blokes do.”

John turned back round “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look, but I couldn’t help it.”

“That’s OK, I don’t mind.”

John turned back, and faced his computer; he felt all hot and sweaty from nerves. He started to type on his PC, when a hand tugged on his chair and swiveled it around. He moved around to see Holly there, standing about a foot in front of him. He got a smell of her perfume, and looked straight into her eyes.

“Did you like what you saw then?” she asked.

“Very much so!” John replied.

“Well what you gonna do about it then?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Anything!”

At that point John reached out and touched her thigh; he could feel how hard he was, just with the anticipation of touching Holly. As he was in a chair and Holly was standing, his face was in line with her navel. He put both hands on her hips and pulled her close to him. He gently kissed her stomach and navel, running his tongue around her navel, and over her soft skin. Her hands moved on top of his head, and rubbed the back of his neck. John slid his hands around Holly’s ass, gently caressing it.

John was so horny now, he thought his cock was going to tear his trousers apart. Holly took her hands of John head, and crossed them around her top; John looked up as she slipped her top of. This revealed a pair of tits even nicer than John had imagined they would be. He moved his right hand from her ass, and slid it up her side, and cupped her breast, she was wearing a white lace bra, which felt so good in his hands. He started to rub his hand all over her breast, rubbing his thumb over her gradually hardening nipple. As he did this, she began to moan ever so slightly, she rubbed her hands over his short hair, which always turned him on.

John moved his other hand from her ass up her back, and undid her bra. She took it off slowly, revealing her soft tits and her hard nipples. John slide his tongue up her stomach, and slowly slid it around the underneath of her tits, while both hands worked rhythmically on her hard nipples. Holly knelt down and sat on John’s left knee. John moved his tongue around her nipples, slowly licking around them, purposely not touching them, Holly was groaning louder, and her breath was becoming uneven and heavy. She started to rub her groin up and down John’s knee, moaning as she did.

John could feel the heat from her pussy on his leg; this in itself was turning him on amazingly. He moved his tongue between both nipples, while his hand caressed her tits, slowly kneading them. He flicked one of her hard buds with the tip of his tongue, this sent a wave of please through Holly, and she let out a sharp gasp. He did this on both nipples, gradually applying more pressure each time, until he finally took one in his mouth and sucked it hard. At soon as he took a nipple in his mouth, Holly jolted and let out a long moan; she rubbed her pussy up his leg, in time with his sucking.

Holly was getting hotter and horny by Beylikdüzü Escort the minute; she reached down and pressed John’s cock through his trousers. By this time John had been hard for seemed like a lifetime, just a simple press of her hand on his cock sent shivers through his whole body. Holly unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it, revealing a tattoo on his shoulder; she kissed his neck and his shoulder, gently biting him. John picked up Holly and placed her over both his legs, as she straddled him, he moved his hands down and started to rub her pussy through her jeans. She was really wet, her juices had soaked through to her jeans, and it felt like an oven was on in her crotch.

As he rubbed her, she bit him, and scrapped her hands around his back. She brought a hand round and placed it on his chin, pulled his face up and looked deep in to his eyes, a look of lust had filled her eyes, she slowly moved her head towards his, and they gently brushed lips, then they kissed, for the first time. It was an intensely passionate kiss; their tongues danced around with each other’s, her breathing was erratic, as he was still rubbing her pussy through her jeans. They broke away from each other’s lips, and looked intently at each other.

“Fuck me John!” she whispered. “Fuck me hard!”

At this point John moved his hands up and undid her jeans. Holly stood up and took them off, revealing a small white thong. She straddled him again, and they kissed once more, her hands slide down and began to rub his hard, pulsating cock. John started to flinch at every press, and let out moans of pleasure. He moved his hands back down to her pussy, while the other was playing with her nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. As he moved his hand over her panties, he was shocked to feel how wet Holly actually was, her panties were dripping. He rubbed her pussy again, running his finger over the line of her pussy lips.

She was moaning louder now occasionally arching her back, pushing her pussy further onto his hand. John pushed her panties aside and slowly slide his finger up and down the line of her pussy, gently pressing in to her. With this he could feel that Holly was close to cumming, so he ran his finger up and gently flicked her hard clit, then pressing every so slightly, Holly was now bucking her hips and groaning hard. John finally slipped a finger up Holly’s hole and continued to rub her clit with his thumb, as he did this she climaxed. She let out a large shrill, and jolted all over her body, juices ran all over John’s hand and dripped on the floor. He removed his hand and started to lick her juices of it.

“Mmmm…. You taste so sweet, I want to eat your pussy.” John murmured.

At this Holly got up and turned around, she slipped off her dripping panties, and bent down. This showed John her pussy, glistening with her juices and smelling so sweet, and it showed her lovely little tight ass hole. She reached her hands around and pulled her lips apart, revealing her love hole and her hard clit. John reached forward, put his hand on her hips and pushed his face into her pussy, licking her all over, from the top of her ass crack, over her tender ass hole, and up the full length of her pussy slit. Holly started shiver again, he licked her clitoris flicking it with his tongue, he sucked on her hard bud. He inserted two fingers into her wet hole, fucking her slowly with his finger while sucking her clit.

With this Holly was near ecstasy again, moaning, breathing heavily, twitching all over body. John got his other hand and placed another finger in her wet hole, he then removed his wet finger, and ran it around her asshole, then gently pushed it into her tight hole, with this Holly pushed her hips back, pushing the fingers further into her pussy and asshole. Then she climaxed again, her body shaking dramatically, juices gushing all over John’s face, her pussy clenched his fingers tightly as he continued to finger fuck her. She eventually finished cumming, and John removed his fingers, and licked and sucked her pussy, trying to get every last drop of her sweet juices. When he finished, she stood up turned round and kissed John passionately and intensely, tasting her own juices on his tongue.

“Its time Bahçeşehir Escort that you got taken care of!” Holly said with a sly smile.

Holly got down on her knees, ran her hands up John’s thighs and rubbed his hard cock, as she did, it twitched with pleasure. She unbuttoned his trousers, and started to slide them off, John pushed himself up and they slid of easily, then she slid of his boxers. John’s cock was as hard as it could get, lying flat against his stomach, with his head sticking up swollen and proud. It was about 6.5 inches and two inches thick, Holly wrapped her hands around it and slowly stroked it up and down, her hands were tight, and John was twitching and jolting with pleasure. Holly pulled his foreskin back fully, and ran her tongue over his hole, and around his bell end.

This was greeted with low moans from John. She then took the whole of his head in her mouth; sucking and licking it like an ice cream. John was in ecstasy, thinking how fucking good Holly was at this. Holly then started to take more into her mouth, until she eventually swallowed it all; he started to buck his hips as she sucked the full length of his rock hard cock. Then she did something John had never experienced and something he would never forget, as she took his full length in to her mouth, she slid her tongue out and licked his balls, she did this with great expertise, and she was sending John over the edge.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” he shouted “I’m gonna cum any minute!”

At this Holly pulled his cock out of her mouth. John looked down with amazement and disappointment.

“I want you to cum in my pussy, I wanna feel you cock shoot hot cum into me!” she said.

At that, she got up from her knees, and turned her back of John. She moved back and straddled John, and started to gently lower herself down. He held his hard cock, and guided her onto him, as he entered, she started to moan, she was so wet but it was still a snug fit, as she lowered herself fully onto John, he pushed his hips up and went as deep as he could. She then started to slowly bounce up and down the full length of his cock. John got a great view of his cock slipping in and out of her wet pussy, which made the feeling even more intense. He moved his hand around and rubbed her tits, pinching her nipples. Holly greeted this with even more enthusiasm, and she started quickening her pace, moaning with every thrust.

John moved his hand down, through her thick pubic hair, and started to softly rub her clit, he did this in time with her thrusts, the harder he rubbed the faster she went. With his other hand he placed a finger up Holly’s wet love hole, getting it coated in juices. He then took his wet finger and rubbed it around her asshole. He slowed her down to a near halt, then pushed his finger in her hole. With that she started to thrust wildly against his cock, his finger and while he rubbed her clit. John had his eyes closed, thrusting his hips up to meet her, groaning loudly, the head of his cock near to bursting. Holly reached down and started to rub his balls, tickling them and playing with them. It did not take too long of this for John to be close to cumming, he started to groan loudly, Holly could sense it and she bounced harder and faster.

“Oh my godddddd, I’m nearly there!” John shouted

“Oh yes, yes ohhhhhhh!” He screamed

Then all of a sudden, Holly felt his balls tense and rise up in his sack. John let out a large moan, his body shook, and he started to fill her with his cum. At that point Holly pushed deep onto his cock, she could feel his hot cum flood into her cunt, at which point, with a finger on her clit and one up her asshole, she climaxed too. John and Holly both flinched erratically, and then they both collapsed in pleasure. A mixture of John’s cum and Holly’s juices started to pour from her pussy, she rubbed her hands in it and licked her finger alternately with John.

“I wanna lick you clean!” John whispered.

Holly got up and bent over for him, as she did before. John sucked her juices and his cum from her pussy, sticking a finger up her so as to let as much as he could flow out. When he finished Holly turned around and took John’s cock in his mouth and licked it clean, sucking off all the sexual fluids she could find. At that point the door opened to the office. Both looked around quickly, only to see Jane standing at the door. Her face was initially one of shock, but it then turned to intrigue.

“Hello mate,” said Holly “Wanna have some fun?”

But that is another story altogether.

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