An Educational Experience

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*DISCLAIMER: I know of no private schools as the one I describe below… if there is such a school by the same name, it is purely coincidental. I apologize 🙂 *


It happened innocently enough. I had just sat down in my philosophy class on a sunny Thursday, with only the sparest of views to the sparkly, sunny campus lawns about me. At the posh private college I attended, I was expected to be studious and proficient in all of my subjects.

Sometimes, I just wasn’t into it.

Today, I was looking forward to bursting out of the double doors and reveling in the sunshine… book in hand, of course. I was just settling into a rather uncomfortable vinyl covered seat. It felt sticky, the seat pulling at my bare thighs. At this overpriced school, I also had to dress the part of wealthy, scholarly lady befitting my family’s image in a traditional white blouse that felt masculine and over starched, as well as a tie emblazoned with the school’s emblem. A modest, knee-length plaid skirt and knee-high white socks completed the look. I always felt as though I looked one of those irritating porcelain doll that dear old grandmother bought for you rather than the hottest new Nintendo game featuring gun play, monkeys in suits, and villainous men in white coats. Or whatever… I never *had* a Nintendo. Despite the length of my skirt, however, it always managed to ride up nearly mid-thigh when I sat down, not covering my long legs in a modest enough fashion. So I suffered the sticky vinyl and the leers of the young men I had class with. It was disgusting.

This particular class was set up into a semicircle, and the professor usually orated from a podium at the center. There were the traditional blackboards, the overabundance of polished mahogany, and, of course, the dust motes that you’d expect from somewhere like Penbrook Unversity. Formerly Penbrook College for Scholarly Royalty. Or something like that. It was absolutely stuffy. So, as I said, I was just trying to find a comfortable position in the impossibly wrought chair and desk set… and then my professor, Jason Newirth, strolled in. Dr. Newirth was American. He was from some liberal arts college in Virgina, U.S.A. For liberal, read huge party school. Prof was only in his late twenties, and fresh from the doctorate program. I really liked him and the way he talked about philosophy… and especially they way he bent the rules of the university. The first day of classes, he asked us to call him Jason. Or Jas. Or Hey You… anything but Dr. Newirth. Today… well, today he outright broke the rules.

He was wearing a shirt and tie under a navy blazer. He was also wearing a pair of blue jeans, with his shirt untucked. The bottom of his shirt was wrinkled as though he’d had it tucked… and then in a hurry, pulled it out. Or changed his pants. Why one would change out of the suit pants that would match his jacket mid-day, I had no idea. Then a torrid thought colored my imagination. I felt my face heat and hoped it wasn’t apparent.

I then noticed that the rest of my classmates began whispering wildly as Jason entered. I knew that they all liked him as well as I. He was new and fun. He was a magnificent change from the stuffy, buttoned-up, white-haired professors we were all too used to. As usual, Jason either didn’t notice the stir or didn’t care, and just launched into the discussion. Immediately, everyone quieted and listened with rapt attention. Even I forgot my longing for the sunny lawns. But not for long.

“All right, guys. Today, we’re having class outside.” he stated, not bothering to set his attache down.

The uproar again rolled though class. And, just as before, Jason ignored it. With a nod of his head, we rose and followed him. Minutes later, the fresh air and sunshine hit me in the face and immediately, I felt happy and relaxed. A light breeze ruffled my skirt, cooling my exposed legs. The sensation felt wonderful, and for some reason, it made my gaze go to Jason. I caught his eye, and immediately flushed.

Soon, we were all seated, though somewhat awkwardly in the lush, cool grass. We were garnering odd stares left and right. Jason didn’t care. I smiled at the notion. We all had our respective texts open, and were ready for his next move.

“So, did you all think about what I asked last time?” he asked. There was a general murmur of assent. “Good. Okay, now we’re going to discuss Plato’s Five Constitutions using The Simpsons.”

A ripple of honest laughter rippled though us. Jason smiled broadly. “C’mon. I know you’ve all seen them. And this will make it easier to think about it.”

For the next half hour, the class talked and laughed, sharing an intimacy and excitement that no other class had ever brought me. I felt sure my classmates felt the same.

“So, which Simpson has the most aristocratic soul?”

A young man named David raised his hand, a broad devilish smile. I knew David was much like me, for he came from Escort Ankara a wealthy family, but hated his classes. I had never noticed him participating before. It made me smile. “Lisa,” he answered. As a class, we burst out with our approval and agreement. Jason also smiled and nodded.

“Though Lisa is flawed, I agree that she is most aristocratic. We would all be hard pressed to find a true aristocratic soul among us, or in any good literature because Plato’s ideal is nearly unattainable. Any questions before we leave?”

I raised my hand. I was almost surprised that I did. “Well, what would Plato say about Lisa? I mean, she has a lot of Homer-like desires. She might be ruled by reason, but I think she envies how everyone else is more democratic.”

Jason smiled at me and I felt myself flush again. This time I felt a deep seated pull low in my belly. “A brilliant question, Jessica,” came his husky, mature voice, “ I’ll ask you all to mull it over for a weekend, and we’ll discuss it Tuesday.”

As the class began to gather ourselves off of the lawn, brushing off grass and chatting pleasantly, I somehow felt removed. Why had I reacted to Jason’s look so, I wondered.

Just as I was moving to walk back to my dormitory, I heard that familiar voice catch up with me. “Jessica… if you wouldn’t mind… I was hoping to meet with you in my office concerning your paper on Mill.”

Slightly worried, I hesitated a moment. “Sure, what about?”

Jason smiled, “Don’t worry, I was just hoping to hear an extension of your argument for justice. If you could, is this afternoon around five okay?”

I nodded, still unsure. A professor has never asked to meet with me over a paper. But, this wasn’t any professor. “Yeah, it’s no problem. I’ll see you in your office then.”

Jason smiled at me and bid me goodbye until then.

I had a class at four, so at five to five, I was hurrying across campus to make it to the hall where the philosophy department was located. I skidded into his office just as the campus chapel was chiming five. Jason looked up at me, again with his winning smile cutting across his slightly stubbled face.

“You didn’t have to hurry. I’m not nearly that important.” he said, gesturing to a comfy looking couch placed under the window. His office was masculine, but sunny. There was a box in the corner, attesting to the fact that he just moved in. All ready though, there were a few personal touches, like a snapshot of what must have been his family framed on his desk. I liked it instantly.

“So, what’s wrong with my paper?” I asked as soon as Jason was seated across from me. His desk was mahogany. Go figure.

He chuckled. “Are you this worried all the time?”

He laughed again when I didn’t answer. My frustration must have been apparent, because he moved forward to rest his elbows on his desk, his face serious. “All right, nothing is wrong with your paper. It’s perfect. The only problem is that it’s the wrong paper. I asked for you to address the problem of how Mill’s idea of liberty would apply if a person’s ideals where only a consequence of birth. For example, if a man had been raised a Jew, only to find that there are many more religions to be had, would Judaism still be the right choice? Did he even have a choice?”

I must’ve colored, because I felt myself flush. I’d never been told I was completely wrong. “My paper addresses that very fact in a succinct way, Professor. I believe I began by stating the problem, then attacking it from Mill’s perspective that choice is the very basis for humanity.” I raised my paper and waved it about for emphasis.

“I understand that. But what about the problem? The man finds out that he has choices. I’m sure that doesn’t make him feel better that his upbringing into the Jewish faith were founded.” Jason pushed, smiling.

Again I flushed. This time I wasn’t sure if it was from anger or from the way he was edging me on. “I address that, too. Mill would say that the man would use the choices lain before him and make his religion whatever was best for him. He would make it dynamic and meaningful. It would end up the same for him no matter what religion he was born into.” I smiled, settling back into, my arms folded.

“I can see where Mill might have said that. But, what about this example. A girl is raise into a life of wealth and privilege. She shuns a social life to better her studies. Then, confronted with a choice to do something bad, what would she do? Would she be able to shake off her good girl image and take risks?”

I answered without hesitating. “Absolutely. Every individual is dynamic, not flat. No one is merely a consequence of the image they project. A good girl exterior doesn’t make for a saint at heart.”

“Even if that choice is taboo… something completely out of character? Something like being involved with a perceived superior?” he asked, his voice dropping to a rough level.

“Yes, of course. Like I said, ‘character’ isn’t Ankara Escort one-dimensional.” As soon as the words tumbled from my mouth, I blushed. The reality of Jason’s words sunk in and drug my back into my seat with a force that nearly knocked me free of breath.

Jason just smiled. “So, if a professor who has made his longing clear were to ask again in a more transparent fashion, would the wealthy good-girl say yes, like you think. Or is it true that a leopard can’t change her spots?”

I gulped. My throat went dry and my palms grew moist. The unfamiliar tug low in my belly made an appearance. I was torn between jumping on Jason’s desk and bolting out the door. I still managed to answer. “Leopards cannot change their spots… but good-girl types are only that. Types. A type is not absolute. The good-girl could say anything she pleases.”

Jason stood. His golden brown hair caught the setting sun. His shirt was open at the collar, showing a tiny bit of bronzed muscle. He moved around the side of the desk, his knees scant centimeters from mine. My heart caught and I forced myself to sit up straight in the manly leather chair. He spoke again, “And what does the good girl please?”

A smiled curved along my lips, almost surprising me. My body had a mind of it’s own and my logic had ceased to function. Before I could think too much, the word “Yes.” fell from my lips. Damn the only thinking parts of me were shutting down.

Jason smiled at me, a catlike, but still genuine smile. I felt like I was in danger. I wanted it. Wordlessly, he stepped away from me, opening a pocket of air that my lungs were searching for. I began to breath again, watching him all the while. He moved to the window and slid a dark wood shutter closed. The room became dark and a manly aroma I had not noticed before took over where sight failed me. It was a little spicy, like patchouli but dark and musky, as well. Before I had time to ruminate any longer, another thought dawned on me. Surely he didn’t mean to… to do this in this very office. I watched him settle on the couch. He did mean to.

“Come here Jessica.” he said, his voice masculine and assured. He patted the couch for emphasis. Again my body betrayed me and I stood a moved to him. I sat, and my skirt rose up. This leather was cool and supple on the back of my heated legs and the soft denim of his jeans brushed the side of my thigh. I shuddered.

He ran the backs of his fingers across my jaw. I felt their callused roughness as well as the soft hair on his knuckles. When he came to my chin, he turned my face to him. I swallowed hard. He was studying me intently. As he gently stroked the nape of my neck and ran his fingers through my long chestnut hair, he spoke. I noticed how his mouth was formed. It was wide, his lips supple a pink. They had a bitten look to them, like they belong to someone deep in concentration. “I noticed you the first day of the semester. I was new and excited to teach… and I even wanted to follow the rules. But the second I saw your face, I knew I had to have you. You’re face is so much like Audrey Hepburn’s… and you’re mind is as nimble and fiery as her daughter. You’re perfect, Jessica. I had to have you.”

I smiled again at his overzealous praise, neither thanking him or shying away from it. Rather, I wanted to hear more. I could barely breath. He ran his big hand down my arm, pulling me slightly closer. Our knees were touching. He settled on my hand, lightly tickling my fingers with his, playing with the palm of my hand. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his. They were hazel, flecked heavily with gold. They reminded me of lion’s eyes, prideful and fierce, but so beautiful you want to know they mystery behind them.

His hand traveled back up my arm and settled again on my jaw. I knew it was coming before I could process it. He angled my head up and settled his lush mouth over mine. I moaned instinctually. I had never felt anything so warm or so sure in my life. He caressed my neck and my back as his lips played over mine, neither demanding nor pliant. When he licked along my lower lip, I never thought to protest. When his hot tongue entered my waiting mouth, my heart started to race frantically. With that slight intrusion, I wanted everything from him. I slid my hands up to his face and pulled myself closer to him, deepening and intensifying our kiss. Emboldened by my response, he pulled my up into his lap. My skirt was pulled up to a most unladylike height, but the feeling of his hard thighs on my soft ones made me forget modesty. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled it lightly and brushed my nails across his neck. I’d never felt so brazen, and Jason took notice.

He dropped one hand to my bare thigh and began to stroke it ever higher. With each pass of his deft fingers, he came closer to the hem. Finally, he pushed under it, cupping the roundness of my bare bottom. He groaned against my mouth and I struggled to be closer to Ankara Escort Bayan him. My breasts began to feel heavy, my nipples straining against the lace of my bra which felt two sizes to small. Suddenly my skin felt too small as well. I felt as though I could just burst right through it.

Sensing my need, Jason slid his other hand up along my back beneath my shirt, sending chills in every direction. He deftly unfastened the cumbersome bra. My breasts tumbled free, the hard crests brushing the hard fabric of my shirt. Before giving me the pleasure of palming one of my swollen peaks, he moved me away from him. He studied my face for what seemed like forever before he smiled. His mouth was pinker, his cheeks rosy. I noticed that the deep, sensual aroma was coming from him. I sighed aloud, my lips parting for him. My need was transparent. Like an expert, he removed my tie and unbuttoned my blouse. He peeled it along with my bra down my arms, his gaze focused on my face. I felt my breasts swell again at the shock of the air on them. He smiled the catlike smile again, then laid me down on the soft couch. Goose pimples popped up on all over me.

Jason divested himself of his shirt. His chest was bronzed, scarcely covered my fine golden hairs. His flat belly showed faint definition and a clear line of fur led into the worn waistband of his jeans. I reached from the buttons, but he intercepted my hands with a chuckle. He smiled at me, his cat eyes twinkling. He knelt between my splayed legs and dipped his head low over me. He began by kissing lightly along my neck and collarbone. His ruffled hair played along my neck and cheeks, sending more chills along my arms and causing the feeling in my belly to surge. I was already near my breaking point, and I still had my panties on. I moaned. This acted as encouragement and Jason dipped his head lower. He hovered just over my left breast. His hand began to caress the right one pulling and rubbing my aching peak until I writhed beneath him. His delicious torture was taking its toll, but he soon relieved me and dropped his wet mouth to my hard nipple. I cried out and grabbed his hair, forcing him to me. He nibbled and bit with abandon as my hands explored all I could touch. I felt my panties moisten and knew I needed him inside me.

He began to move further down along my belly with kisses. I stopped him at the waist of my skirt. “Please, Jason.” He looked at me, concerned.

“Are you okay? Don’t you want me…” he began.

“No… I need you. I need every bit of you inside me now.”

Jason smiled his superior smile and moved for his pants. I grabbed his hands and moved out from under me. We stood and he eyed me curiously. I just smiled. I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my itchy plaid skirt. I peeled it down my legs along with my damp panties, exposing a closely cropped thatch of dark curls. I heard Jason groan. I then moved behind him and rubbed up against his back. My fingers moved to his fly and undid it quickly. I pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs pulling and playing along his thighs and the backs of his knees. Once he stepped out of his puddled pants, I moved in front of him and knelt. I looked up at him, his face was a mask of shock. “Jessica… you don’t have to…” he started, words not coming as easily as before.

I smiled, glad to have the upper hand, “Oh, but this is what I choose.” With that, I took his rigid member into my mouth, savoring every hard centimeter of him. He groaned and dropped his hand to my hair. He pulled and stroked it as I licked and sucked his cock with the expertise he’d proven on my nipples. I ran my fingers up the inside of his legs, gently caressing his testicles, and tugging them lightly until I heard him groan approval.

He moved my head away just then. “Okay, we’ve both had our bits of torture. I’m going to take you up on your original offer.” He helped me to my feet and then laid me back against the leather cushions. I nearly purred with anticipation and delight. He stroked my curls lightly for a moment before guiding his long thickness into me. I moaned and tossed my head back as he pushed all the way into me. He grunted with pleasure, then stroked my cheek again. “Are you okay, Jessica?”

I nodded and smiled up at him. He smiled back, before pulling out and pushing back into me. I felt my wet heat wrap around him like a glove. He began to thrust in an out of my molten center with increasing crescendo while his thumb found my hidden button through my damp curls. He leaned down close to me, using his body and hands to build me up. Soon, he was pounding into me and my legs were wrapped around him. A few strokes later, I felt my heat come to a head and a blinding warm feeling engulfed my body. As soon as my body began to convulse around his engorged cock, I heard him groan. He held me tight to him and thrusted harder and faster until I felt his release fill me. His heat triggered another wave of ripples fr me and I ground my hips into his, taking him for all he was worth. After what seemed like hours of laying there, still connected, he moved off of me. He stroked my hair and smiled down at me. I smiled blearily up at him. He rested his head on my shoulder and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch onto us.

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Amy Enjoys Ryan

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Standing in front of the large brick apartment building Amy could feel the butterfly’s grow in her stomach. Taking a deep breath she rechecked the number on the building. Arriving at the door she found the apartment number that Ryan had sent her. As she pushed the button and waited she realized she was grinning. Calm down, she told herself. The door clicked. One last deep breath before she headed inside.

Making her way up the stairs she started to wonder what was actually going to happen. They hadn’t seen each other in years. There had always been chemistry between them but they never seemed to be single at the same time. At least they had never tried and failed at a relationship. She hoped this wouldn’t end badly and end their friendship.

Reaching the door, Ryan opened it before she knocked. There he was looking just like he did when they were in high school. His apartment looked much like she thought it would. It was a bachelor pad of sorts. Amy made herself comfortable on the couch as Ryan shuffled some of the mess around.

“I didn’t get a chance to take a shower yet.” Ryan playfully told her. “Would you like to get in there with me?” He asked her with a smile.

“I’m good, I actually took one earlier today.” Amy told him, not really knowing how she should have responded. Did he want her to join him? Had she missed the opportunity and now it was gone forever?

Amy could hear the shower turn on. Her mind was racing, Escort Eryaman she couldn’t decide if she should go join him or not. “You can come in here and talk to me!” Ryan yelled from the shower. Amy sat on the couch frozen, was he inviting her into the shower again?

Slowly Amy made her way to the bathroom. She leaned against the counter. “How’s it going in there?” She asked, not knowing what else to say. They made small talk about people from high school and where they were now while Ryan finished his shower.

Much to Amy’s surprise Ryan pulled back the shower curtain, exposing his wet naked body in all its glory. Ryan was no longer the boy she knew in high school he had transformed in to a man, his years in the Army had been good to him. Amy shyly looked away, she wanted to look but thought it inappropriate. As he reached to the towel Amy couldn’t help but look, she was not disappointed. Feeling very uncomfortable she walked out of the bathroom to let him dry off in private, not that he seemed to want or need the privacy.

Ryan came back into the living room, he was wearing a tee shirt and basketball shorts. Amy smiled, even though so much time had passed since high school things felt very relaxed between them. Ryan walked over to the couch, standing next to Amy he took her by the hand and pulled her up. They stood there inches apart, neither one doing anything.

After a very long moment Ryan Eryaman Escort leaned down and kissed Amy. He tasted like an odd mixture of smoke and toothpaste. Amy had quit smoking years ago and loved the taste of him. Raising her hand to the back of his head she pushed him harder into her. He felt so good pressed against her, she didn’t care if they just stood there and kissed. Ryan’s hands began exploring Amy’s body.

Sliding his hands under the tee shirt that she was wearing, he lifted it up over her head. Ryan gave her a smile as he undid her bra and slid it off of her, exposing her breast. Amy suddenly felt very exposed and ashamed standing there in his living room in just her jeans kissing this guy she hardly knew. Sure they had been close in high school but that was twenty years ago. They were both completely different people than who they were back when their biggest worry was making it their locker and their next class in the four minutes between classes.

Leading her to the bed room Ryan undressed as they went. Wishing she was more comfortable with her body Amy undressed the rest of the way. Ryan laid down on the bed, not sure what to do Amy did the one thing she was pretty sure she was good at and that every guy seemed to enjoy. Leaning over him she licked the tip of his penis slowly taking the tip in her mouth.

“Yes, all of the way down and all the way back up. That’s how I like it.” Ryan whispered Eryaman Escort Bayan to her.

Amy enjoyed having him tell her exactly what he wanted. Ryan gathered her hair and held it on top of her head so it was out of her way. Gently encouraging her to go further down but never forcing her.

“Stop, you are too good. Don’t make me cum yet.” Ryan told her as he started to get up “I’m not done enjoying you. Lay down.” He instructed.

Amy did as she was told, as she always did. Laying there she felt very self conscious as Ryan looked at her. He didn’t seem to see any of the flaws that she saw every time she looked into the mirror. In fact he seemed to be enjoying the look of her in his bed very much.

He slid a finger into her wet pussy. “You are so wet, you must have really been enjoying sucking my cock.” Ryan said with a smile. Amy just moaned. While she enjoyed it when the guy she was with talked during sex there was something about it that she just couldn’t get past to do it herself. He felt great inside her, wanting more Amy grabbed his arm and encouraged him to do more.

Ryan placed his free hand on her neck and held her down to the bed. With out warning Amy could feel her pussy throbbing with an orgasm. Ryan kept on working her pussy with his fingers. She wanted to tell him to stop but he felt so good she didn’t want him to ever stop.

“Flip over, I want to fuck you.” Ryan whispered to her. Amy got on her knees, Ryan slowly slid his cock into Amy’s waiting pussy. He felt so good Amy immediately starting coming. Moaning she pushed back against him has he fucked her harder and faster. Ryan slammed into her one final time as he finished. Exhausted and shaking Amy fell to the bed.

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Alice , Joel: The First Meeting

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She arrived in the city that afternoon, able to check into her hotel as soon as she got there. Staying at such a nice place was going to be a hit to her wallet, but she wanted this – needed this to happen the way she had always dreamed it would.

She knew he worked at a restaurant close by, and it had been months since they had spoken. But he would want to see her, after 8 years of on and off communication over the phone, they were star crossed lovers who had never had the opportunity to be together. She was going to change that this week.

After checking in, she went to her room and took a long luxurious bath, shaving every inch of her legs and pussy – knowing he would touch every inch of her.

She spent an hour fixing her thick, long brown hair into soft curls and pulling it back to one side. She put on just enough makeup to enhance her eyes and smooth her skin, but not so much to be considered “painted.” A touch of dark pink lip gloss.

She agonized over what clothes to pack, and settled on a form fitting royal blue sheath dress. Business casual so she would fit in with the rest of the dinner crowd, but sexy. She hated to have to wear the shape wear underneath, but even that was sexy on its own and she wanted her silhouette to please him when he saw her walking. She also settled on a plain, nude heel.

The hard part would be walking into the restaurant and sitting down at the bar she was hoping, praying, that he would be tending.

He was. She saw him as soon as she walked in the door, he was helping an older couple at the opposite end of where she sat down. She was watching him, waiting to see his face when he Escort Çankaya finally looked up and saw her. He didn’t disappoint. Every thought he had showed across his face – shock, anger, confusion, but then it settled into a grin.

He walked over casually, saying, “hey, I’m Joel. I’ll be taking care of you tonight, what can I get for you?”

She said, “hi Joel, I’m…thirsty. Looking for something to take the edge off. What do you recommend?”

He gave her a few options and when she settled on one, he said, “I’ll need to see your ID.”

She cocked an eyebrow, and flirtatiously responded, “you don’t think I’m older than 21?”

He leaned in close, and said, “I need to make sure of your name, Alice.”

Her face flushed – but she reached into her handbag and handed over her license. He looked at it, satisfied that she was who he thought and returned it. She watched him fix some sort of mixed drink that she would have never ordered on her own – but it was tasty and she sipped at it while she watched him work.

He was fucking with her, not acknowledging her beyond calling her by name before reading it on her license. He knew who she was, why wasn’t he interacting with her more?

He was trying not to panic. He had to have her, as soon as humanly possible, but he was at work and had to stay focused. Damn she made it difficult, sitting at the end of his bar, putting his job in jeopardy.

He’d be lying if he didn’t look for her every day, knowing this was one of her biggest fantasies. She had talked about it often, and now here she was, looking so pretty it hurt his chest. He’d have to tell Çankaya Escort her that later, but for now…

A few minutes later he came over and asked if she would like to order anything for supper.

She said, “no, the edge is gone. I think I’m ready for my check.”

She was furious. What a fucking waste…until, he glanced around, checking to see if anyone was around.

He said, “go to the ladies restroom and leave the door unlocked. I’ll be there in 1 minute.”

She was standing there, her heart racing, leaning her bottom against the sink counter. Waiting for him. The door handle turned and she felt sick – and then, there he was, close enough to touch. She didn’t trust herself to move.

He came to her, pushed both hands through her hair, gripping the side of her face…he leaned in, forehead to forehead, looking into each other’s eyes and breathing so hard. He kissed her lips – barely touching her mouth with his.

He buried his face in her neck, while his hands reached down to the hem of her dress, pulling it up around her waist. He roughly grabbed one thigh, spreading her legs, then he worked furiously to release himself from his trousers.

She reached down and took him in her soft hand, gently rubbing the tip…she knew she didn’t want this to be the first time he was inside of her. She wanted a bed for that, so she rubbed his hard cock along the slit of her dripping wet pussy.

She was so wet. He was covered in her juices without even being inside of her – he wanted to see it on her tongue, so he slid his hands through her hair again, then roughly pushed her to her knees, Çankaya Escort Bayan they’d talked about this so many times before, she knew exactly what to do.

He watched as she slid the flat of her tongue along his throbbing cock, watching her tongue glisten with her spit and her pussy juice. She wrapped her lips around him at the base and slid up, cleaning al the juice off of him.

She looked up at him as she opened her mouth into an O and he could see it spread across the opening. She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of herself. He gripped her hair tight again, and said to her, “finish me, quickly.”

She went at it, using her hands and spit, working his cock like she had always dreamed about. She slid her tongue along the slit in the tip, loving him with her mouth.

It didn’t take long, he didn’t saying anything to her, refocused and stared at her face, looking in her eyes as he started cumming in her mouth. He adored how eager she was to swallow every drop, and she did – she cleaned his cock with her mouth before he released her hair and she stood up.

She was a little shaky as she wiped her mouth. She didn’t know what to say, and neither did he. He watched her in the mirror as he washed his hands, then he walked out.

She leaned against the sink, her mind reeling at what just happened. She washed her hands and waited a few moments before also walking out. She went back to her place at the bar, and he came over to her.

He handed her the check for her drink. “Where are you staying?” he asked. She shrugged. Before he could respond, he was called away by a coworker. She put a $20 bill and her room key in the card slot, got up and walked out. He saw her as she was opening the door, he didn’t know what to think.

He retrieved the folder and saw a ritz Carlton room key, and the numbers “810” written in sharpie at the bottom. She would be expecting him…

…to be continued.

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Alone Time

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It had been such a long week in work. I was up to my eyes every day, but Friday was the worst day by far. Everything that could go wrong did. So by the time I got home I was wrecked, all I wanted to do was sit down and watch a good film and have a few drinks with my husband. I had gotten us a Chinese takeaway and a few bottles of wine on my way home. When I got in I left the bags on the table and ran upstairs to change into my pj’s . I called out to my husband to put the food out but there was no answer. When I came back down stairs I found a note on the table. It was from Tom, it said that he had to go out with clients for the night and that I wasn’t to wait up.

I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it, I’d just have to drink all the wine by myself. So I put some of the food onto a plate and opened the wine. I poured myself a big glass of it and went into the sitting room to watch a nice chick flick and enjoy my meal.

Two hours later, I was on my second bottle and starting another movie. The stress of the week had completely left me. I was quite tipsy and very relaxed. The second movie was more of a girly romance, there was quite a lot of sex scenes in it. I wouldn’t go as far as to say it was porn, more like mommy porn!

Half way through the movie I found myself getting quite aroused. I’m not sure if it was because of the nearly empty second bottle of wine or the fact that I was completely alone, but I found myself gently stroking my breasts. It was outside my clothes but still I was enjoying the feeling. Etimesgut Escort

I had never done anything like this before, all my friends had vibrators, but I just never felt the urge to do anything like that before. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude or anything. In fact me and Tom had a very good sex life. We had done lots of kinky and freaky things, in the bedroom and out of it. I loved a bit of alfresco sex on a summer evening. Maybe it was down to our healthy sex life that I had never felt the need to masturbate, Tom was always more than able to fulfill my every sexual desire.

Never the less I continued to play with myself. Soon just rubbing outside my top was not enough so I unbuttoned my top and slipped my hand into my bra. My nipples were standing erect already so just a small tug had my pussy pulsing in a familiar way.

In the movie the couple were slowly undressing each other as they kissed passionately. I was imagining me and Tom doing that to each other as I licked my fingers to add a little moisture to my hard nipples, by this time I had pulled the cup of my bra back so my tits were fully exposed to allow me better access.

As the couple in the movie were getting more into it so was I. I was beginning to enjoy myself a lot, I was starting to understand the attraction my friends had with vibrators and for the first time in my life I slipped my hand under the waist band of my pants and into my knickers. I was surprised to feel that I was very wet down there.

As the couple I was Escort Etimesgut watching began to explore each other’s bodies I was exploring my own. I must say I was surprised how nice it felt to touch my own pussy. As l lay back on the couch the man in the film had gone down on his partner and she was moaning loudly as his tongue licked at her juices. I began to imagine Tom was here with me and that he was the one licking my pussy. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fantasy.

I was very close to the end when I opened my eyes and got the fright of my life when I saw Tom standing over me. I hadn’t heard him come home. I quickly pulled my hands away and started to fix my clothes, but Tom caught my wrists and stopped me. He kissed me and asked me to continue what I was doing.

At first I was hesitant, but he assured me it was a turn on. So, slowly I put my hand back down my pants. I was still quite wet and it didn’t take me long to get horny again. Tom sat down on the chair opposite me and watched as I played with my pussy and my now fully exposed tits. I kept my eyes on him the whole time and I could see his erection straining to be released.

I put the first two fingers of the hand that was playing with my nipples in my mouth and sucked them to create some moisture for my hard nipple. Toms eyes nearly fell out of his head when he saw me do this. He shifted in his seat to try adjust his erection, but this obviously didn’t help and he had to open his zip instead.

I let out a gasp when I saw his cock, it Etimesgut Escort Bayan looked bigger than I ever saw it. Obviously my little show was really turning him on. Seeing that he was enjoying it turned me on even more, so I quickened my pace and pinched hard on my nipple. His hand slowly slid down towards his cock and then he wrapped his fingers around it. Slowly he began pumping it. He kept looking at my face for reassurance that what we were doing was ok with me. I nodded slightly and moaned his name to signify I was enjoying myself as much as he was. With my unspoken permission he began rubbing his cock faster, my fingers quickened too.

After about a minute of watching him play with himself and my furious fingering my dripping pussy I was bucking my hips in anticipation of my orgsam. I moaned his name and told him I was super close. He continued pumping as he walked over to my side. His cock was so close to my mouth I could taste it if I moved my head a fraction. I tried to lick the tip but he pulled back and told me I was to make myself cum so he could watch me pleasure myself. At these words I fell apart as my orgsam rippled through me. I was bucking and moaning loudly, so loudly in fact I didn’t hear as Tom began to cum.

I heard him call out my name at the same time as I felt wet on my tits. I looked up and saw Tom wanking ferociously over me as his cum shot all over my tits. I rubbed some of it into my nipples and tugged on them as I waited for him to be done.

When he had finished he collapsed onto the couch next to me. He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and cleaned off the mess he had made. As we lay spooning on the couch we both agreed that that was one of the hottest things we had ever done and that we were definitely going to do it again. Only next time we would have a vibrator too!!

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Author’s Note: This story is not only a follow-up to “None of this is Real,” but also set in the same college, one year after the events of “We Rule the School.” You don’t have to read either to get the idea, but a little context might help. 😉


Before the party, Cindy Park was anxious. Her first two months of college had been an exhilarating blur of new experiences, liberally soaked in alcohol, of course. She had gotten in to Kappa Delta Alpha, the most sought after sorority on campus. Little did she know that the cost of getting in had been a bukkake show for the boys of Alpha Delta. Her own chapter president, Charlotte Baldwin, had sold her to the ADs to get plastered with cum, and even planned to reject her. Only the command of Alpha Delta’s puppet master, Simon Chalfont, had gotten her admitted. All along, Cindy had believed it was just a prank: some artificial “cum” squirted from a squirt gun to trick her. To her, none of it was real.

As the party began, Cindy was excited. She was dressed to kill: a lavender sequined spaghetti strap top with designer skinny jeans and black strappy heels from Calvin Klein. None of the guys would notice her impeccable taste, though: most of them would be staring at her tits. While she wished she had longer legs, bigger boobs, rounder eyes, and a firmer tummy, Cindy nevertheless knew she looked hot. A lot of the girls were turning heads, but she thought she could detect a little more attention from the boys on her than on anyone else. A few even turned and whispered to each other when she walked by. Cindy assumed they were just commenting on how good she looked.

Once the drinks started to flow, she was in the mood. Her wavy hair, dyed caramel brown to make her stand out from other Asian girls, bounced up and down as she danced to the sounds of Daft Punk and Robin Thicke. Her body was tingling from the alcohol, and a sheen of sweat shone on her cleavage. Her smoky eyes surveyed the room during her brief respites from dancing, looking for the guy she was crazy over.

When her crush, Will, came over to talk to her, she was giddy. She felt so nervous talking to him, but the alcohol loosened her up and gave her confidence. Will was so handsome and strong–way better looking than most of his brothers–and ever since he had helped her through her hazing, Cindy had fantasized about him. Now he was there, talking to her, offering her a bottle of water, so she wouldn’t get too drunk in a room full of horny frat boys. What a gentleman.

After Will led her up to his room, she was overwhelmed. On the one hand, she was thrilled that he had picked her out of all the girls at the party. She wanted him badly and hoped that tonight might be the start of a passionate fling–maybe even more. On the other hand, her sisters had filled her in on how to snag a boyfriend and not end up as a “pump and dump.” The rules were simple: Sex only after dates. Handjobs were fine, but no blowjobs for first time hook-ups. Never more than one guy at a time.

As soon as she took her clothes off, she felt self-conscious. Most guys acted like they were over the moon for her. Will played it cool, unimpressed. She knew he had seen her before, of course, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling like he wasn’t totally into her. She gave him a shy smile that seemed to get his attention.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said.

“I can,” was his reply.

When Cindy took Will’s cock into her mouth, she felt conflicted. She was breaking a rule: this wasn’t a date, they had never gone out before, and yet she was blowing him. She wanted Will so bad, though, that she couldn’t get hung up on the rules. Will lay back contentedly as she slid her lips up and down his engorged member. Her small hands pumped at the base of his shaft, until he pushed them away and used his hand on the back of her head to gag her on his thick pole. She started to choke, and pulled back with heavy ropes of thick saliva attached to Will’s cock. She smiled weakly at him and took a few shallow breaths before he forced her beautiful face back into his crotch.

The moment Will thrust his meaty cock into her tight Asian pussy, Cindy felt panic. She hadn’t intended to go this far, but it was hard to say “no” to a guy like Will. Now here she was, bent over into a triangle, her ass in the hair and her head buried into a pillow. In a flash, Will was above her, ruthlessly pounding her pussy, not giving her a chance to slowly adjust. Though he might not have known (or cared), his powerful body was causing her as much pain as pleasure. When he slapped her ass, it made her whole body shake. When he pressed her face with one hand into the pillow and called her his “little yellow cum bucket,” she felt humiliated and embarrassed. Didn’t he like her?

Only after she swallowed Will’s cum, without any show of resistance or complaint, though, did Cindy understand. He looked down at her and told her she had a tight pussy, but that she’d need to do a better job blowing him if she wanted to see Escort Kızılay him again. He even told her he was disappointed, since most chink bitches were desperate to suck white cock and were natural pole smokers. For guys like Will, she was a collection of holes for his dick, a semen receptacle, a piece of Asian ass he could laugh about with his friends before boning some new slut. She saw herself in that moment as he saw her.

Most of all, she recognized the taste of semen, a taste now so familiar to her. As she walked home that night, she spotted Charlotte coming out of the back entrance of the frat house, looking upset and disheveled. Everything clicked in her mind: that whole night, at the end of rush, had been real, all too real. Those guys had really jerked off onto her face. She really had swallowed their disgusting cum, though it hadn’t seemed that bad at the time. Worst of all, everyone had lied to her: Will, Charlotte, probably even her “big sister” Mindy. Charlotte! She had to be the one behind this. She was in charge of rush. Cindy didn’t know what to do with this kind of knowledge.

At home, she lay on her bed, angry, humiliated, and on the verge of tears. She almost couldn’t bear to look at the text she received as she lay there curled up, but she wanted to see who sent it. It was from Will.

“great time fucking u 2nite. sullys turn next time–stretch ur asshole 1st”

Cindy felt her whole body grow hot. Would he tell everyone? What would her sisters say? Hell, had this happened to all of them? She suddenly felt like joining Kappa Delta Alpha was the biggest mistake of her life. Will’s message seemed more like a threat than a joke, too.

Cindy sunk her head into her hands. How was she going to get out of this?


Charlotte Baldwin was terrified as she approached the Alpha Delta house. She was walking in, voluntarily, knowing that a house full of frat guys were about to cum on her face. She felt like she was going to throw up. Every cell of her body wanted to turn and run away, and only a greater fear of what that would mean kept her on the path to her own degrading fate.

Greed, addiction, and a callous indifference to others had all contributed to bring her here. But most of all, Charlotte was delivering herself into the belly of the beast because of stubborn pride, a terror of being exposed to the sorority for what she had done and an even greater fear of facing punishment for it. She had sold Cindy to the Alpha Deltas, and they used deception about the hazing process to use her face for ejaculation target practice. Though Cindy never found out what happened, Charlotte still had to contend with Simon, who demanded she get the same treatment Cindy had, only this time without the blindfold.

Charlotte thought about what would happen that night, even though she would have preferred not to. If she was lucky, the fraternity brothers would be the only ones there: they could’ve sold tickets for the right to jizz on the ice queen to half the guys on campus. If she was lucky, that was all they would do: once she got there, who was to say they would not all try to fuck her too? If she was lucky, it would all be over tonight: nothing stopped them from filming the whole thing and using it to extract more and more from her.

She half-expected to find all the guys crowded around the door when she entered, but the entryway was empty, except for a Mexican guy she didn’t recognize. She felt a sudden, knee-jerk fear: a minority was there! This night couldn’t get much worse.

“You the bitch for the blowbang?” he asked.

Charlotte felt furious, to be talked down to by someone she saw as so inferior. What was he doing there anyway? She knew that, whatever horrors the Alpha Deltas were capable of, they would not go so far as to admit “the help” to their ranks.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” she snapped. “Where’s Simon?”

“Hey, slow your roll, bitch. You don’t want me pissed at you too,” he said with a smirk.

The man eyed her up and down. Charlotte was tall, almost 6’0″, with a lean, toned body. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a French twist, and she had the refined look of a classic WASP: slightly pinched nose, pronounced cheekbones highlighted by the faintest of blush, a graceful, delicate jaw line. She also had flawless C-cup tits, enhanced by the best plastic surgeon in Westport.

Charlotte glared at him, unsure of whether he was even supposed to be there.

“Well, c’mon then, I’ll take you down to him.”

She followed the brute down two stories, still without seeing a single AD brother. She entered an antechamber, where a pretty blonde girl was waiting on a sofa.

“That her, baby?” she asked.

Charlotte thought the girl looked faintly ridiculous. She was dressed like a cheap slut: one of those skimpy, sequined halter tops you’d find in a crappy mall store, in a hot pink color that only men would find attractive. Charlotte’s tasteful couture and Kızılay Escort classic jewelry set her apart from street trash like this girl. The girl’s skirt was too short, her heels too high, her hair too blonde, her tits too big, her lips too red: everything about the girl screamed to Charlotte that she was just another whore, for some Mexican no less.

“Yeah, she’s here for them fuckers to bukkake,” he said, running his fingers through the slut’s silky blonde hair.

“She’s pretty,” the girl responded, “but she looks mean. Why’s she going along with it?”

Charlotte was sick of being treated like she wasn’t even there. Who was this bitch to talk about her like that?

“None of your business, bitch,” she responded. “Why don’t you go back to the whorehouse you came from and go fuck this ugly thing?”

The blonde slut didn’t flinch.

“Oh, I will go home and fuck my boyfriend tonight. Meanwhile, you’ll be glued to the floor with cum,” she responded with cruel glee. “That’s right–I know what ‘bukkake’ means.”

The blood drained from Charlotte’s face. Everyone knew.

“Still,” the slut continued, her tone changing a bit, “you might want to go ahead and take those clothes off. If they see you in them, they’re going to ruin them. They’ve seen plenty of tits–now they like making you go home in your clothes all covered in sperm. You’re a bitch, but still, I’m only human.”

The tacky, unpleasant couple didn’t wait for her to respond; the girl stood up, holding onto the guy’s hand, and they left the room. Charlotte never once caught their names, though that wasn’t much of a concern.

No one came into the room for five minutes. Time passed slowly for Charlotte. She began to panic, again desperate to leave the house and never return. She knew what would await her: disgrace at Kappa Delt, probable arrest on drug charges, and then whatever other retribution that Simon would dream up.

Just then, the wall-mounted television started playing something. At first it was just four black and white squares, each with the letter C, in the opposite color of the box inside. Then the sound started to kick in, dull and low at first, but increasingly audible. It was the sound of sex, at first like one girl, but intensifying to a cacophony of guttural moans, high pitched screams, and what sounded like the laughter of a roomful of men. The squares exploded, one at a time, the “c” becoming a word:

College Coed Cumslut Compilation

Then the year, 2014-2015 appeared, the previous academic year. The screen exploded into a burst of white and when the picture returned, a pretty, busty brunette was splattered with a thick, creamy load, right in her left eye. She barely had time to adjust before another blast of sticky cum coated her lips and chin. The video cut to another girl, a petite Asian beauty, grimacing in pain as a guy thrust into her from behind. He slapped her ass hard, and she immediately spun around to take a load of cum right into her mouth.

The video continued like that, and Charlotte even started to recognize some of the girls. A couple of them were Kappa Delts. Some looked beyond wasted, others frightened, but they were all in the same position in the end: covered in semen. The worst for Charlotte was the laughter. As each girl was doused in slimy goo, laughter erupted. It was like seeing the same joke told over and over, the punchline always the same, and it killing every time. It never got old for these guys, humiliating girls by draining their balls into mouths and onto faces.

Some of the girls were wearing clothes, too. Charlotte started to turn over the irritating slut’s words. She had come to the house, after all, knowing that she’d probably be covered in cum. Taking off her clothes seemed like a good idea. At the same time, volunteering to undress, in an empty room no less, seemed too horrible to contemplate. The fear of cum ruining her $600 Kate Spade top, though, got the better of her. She was down to a sexy, but exquisitely tasteful matching set of bra and panties when the door finally swung open. Charlotte felt a sudden rush of embarrassment, as she’d almost gotten used to being alone.

“I was beginning to think you’d back out,” Simon said. “I’m glad to see you listened to Chastity. She’s much smarter than you are.”

Charlotte was too afraid to let the comment make her too angry. She instinctively reached her arms up to cover her bra-clad breasts.

“I’ve…I’ve changed my mind,” she blurted out, without even thinking through the consequences. “I can’t do this–it’s too awful!”

“I thought you might say that,” Simon replied, not surprised in the least by her abrupt reversal. “It takes a certain kind of gutless whore to pimp out a pledge for coke money when you’re already rich. I mean, do you see any of the guys around?”

Charlotte was wounded by his words and readied her acid tongue for a stinging reply. She choked those words down, though, hoping to get out of Simon’s little lair with her Kızılay Escort Bayan dignity intact.

“So…could you just let this go?” she responded tentatively.

Simon’s eyes pierced her intensely. Charlotte knew it wouldn’t be that easy. She uncrossed her arms from her chest and placed them on her hips, hoping to project a little confidence, maybe even defiance.

“Well, I told myself that if you came here prepared to pay what you owe me, then I’d go easy on you. But, of course, you didn’t. Now, I think you just don’t respect me, do you?”

Charlotte shook her head vigorously, unknowingly causing her tits to jiggle enticingly. Though not as bouncy as natural breasts, they still move better than most implants.

“I do. It’s just–I’m not like these other sluts. I just can’t do that kind of thing. It’s just so…disgusting,” she said pleadingly.

Simon ran his hand through his hair and for the first time really smiled.

“I get it. These guys too low rent for you? Well, I want to hear your offers. What could you give me that I don’t already have? I’ll listen to whatever you’ve got to offer.”

Charlotte racked her brain, desperate for something to give Simon to keep him from humiliating her or destroying her future. She knew that without that, her life as she knew it was over: either she’d be booted from KDA and branded a skanky, backstabbing drug addict bitch, or she’d be the cheap cum slut punchline at every frat party. Anything was better than that.

“I can get you more girls…I can get them to do whatever you want,” she promised.

“Right now, ten billion little Alpha Deltas are swimming around in some Kappa Delt slut’s stomach. You saw the damn video–we can fuck any of you whores, anytime we want. What else?”

“I can…pay you?”

Simon rolled his eyes.

“You’ve got to be joking. I paid you, dumbass. You think I just wanted interest? Is that all?”

Charlotte thought hard. Everything depended on this. She was going to have to swallow her pride, and maybe more than that.

“We could keep this between us. I mean, if I didn’t have to…you know…with those other guys, then you could…I mean I would–“

“–make all my wildest dreams come true? bring me to heights of sexual ecstasy? I doubt it,” Simon replied wryly. “Still, it’s better than what you’ve offered so far. I don’t believe a word of it, but it’s a start. Let me see what I’m buying.”

Charlotte stood frozen. Simon’s face went from normal to beastly in a flash, though little changed about his flat, hard voice.

“I said take your fucking clothes off and let me see your tits and your fucking pussy, slut.”

Charlotte flinched and hastily removed her last shreds of clothing. She made no effort to cover herself, nor to resist when Simon came over to her and began running his hands across her body. His firm hands began at her shoulders, running down over her breasts. He let his hands move downwards, across her taut stomach to her snatch, beginning at the top of the clit and continuing, insistently but never roughly, until he buried his middle finger to the second knuckle into her box.

“Cunt’s a bit loose, but the tits make up for it some. How’s the O-ring?”

Charlotte’s head was swimming, and she didn’t know how to respond.

“I don’t…what?”

Simon spelled it out slowly, like he was talking to a child.

“I asked you how tight the muscle in your asshole is. Is is stretched out from taking dick or do you still have your anal cherry?”

Charlotte started to cry.

“Please don’t do that. I’ve never–“

Simon didn’t have time for her babbling.

“OK, so I’d be the first cock in your ass. I like that. I’m going to take a guess and say you’ve never eaten pussy…but maybe, just maybe, you’ve gotten a few impressionable pledges under your skirt to go muff diving, huh?”

Charlotte feared his reaction if she lied, but the embarrassment of admitting she’d gotten girls to pleasure her with their fingers and mouths was too much.

“No,” she swore, “never. I don’t do that.”

Simon cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re lying. No matter, this is supposed to be private, right? I couldn’t have you eating cunt all over campus, could I? No, I’d keep everything secret. That means no fraternity gangbangs, just daily anal poundings from me; no bukkake, but a daily dose of my cum. But you’ve also got to think, instead of getting it over with tonight, you’re signing up for whatever I dish out. I mean, it’s all just to keep your fucking reputation, right?”

Charlotte felt so humiliated and ashamed. She knew he was right. The sadistic, soulless monster was right. That was exactly what she was going to do.

“Yes, OK, yes!,” she cried out. “You win. You’re going to turn me into your slave and treat me like shit, and it’s all so that people don’t find out about me.”

Charlotte was bawling hysterically. From a haughty and arrogant bitch, she had broken down into a hopeless, submissive whore to Simon’s will. Naked, in tears, pledging to allow Simon to violate her body as often and in whatever way he liked, though, she held on to the shred of pride that his pledge of secrecy promised. She could still be herself, be the powerful woman she had once been, in front of everyone else.

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It was a nice sunny day, not too warm but comfortable. I had been working all morning on a computer that just wasn’t doing what it should when I received a phone call from a lady. Her computer was playing up and could I look at it. I told her sure and took her address down, not too far from me. I told her I would be over in an hour.

When I arrived at her house I was surprised, it was very large with well laid out lawns with shrubs and trees. Nice flowers in the front and down the drive. I went up and rang the doorbell. A lady answered, she was about 25 and had brown eyes, but that was all I could tell as she was wearing a scarf, she was Arabic. Aisha smiled when she saw me and said I must be the computer man. I entered the house and left my shoes at the front door with the others. She guided me inside and showed me where her computer was. It was a fairly new one and had a burner and surprisingly a webcam and scanner.

It didn’t take me long to work out what the problem was, and while I was working Aisha brought me a coffee and a cake and left me to finish. After I had it done I checked the hard drive to see how much space she had left on it, she had lots left, then browsed through the directories being a nosy stickybeak. I just couldn’t help it the webcam had me intrigued. Before I found anything Aisha came back and asked how it was going. I closed explorer and ran scandisk telling her it was all fixed and that I was just running a disk checking program to make sure that was fine.

That was when I got my biggest shock,

“Have you seen the pictures on my computer?” she asked.

“No” I answered honestly ” I hadn’t got that far”.

“Ah, at least your honest” She said laughing.

Just then the scan disk program finished and I told her all was fine.

“Good now if you go to the “my pictures” directory while I am doing something I am sure you will like it” She said looking deeply at me.

I was puzzled, why would a Moslem woman, who are normally very shy, be directing me to her directory of pictures. I would have expected her husband or mother to be here when I came and certainly not expect to be shown any pictures.

Full of curiosity I browsed to the directory and sat stunned. Here she was in pictures that showed her slowly stripping for the camera, then naked, then masturbating, using toys. Under all those clothes she had the body of a goddess. Not a single hair on any part of her body, beautiful breasts with hard brown nipples and big lips that just begged to be sucked. I was mesmerised by it all. There was a movie there so I clicked on it. The music started first, the belly dancing music and then Aisha came into view, slowly dancing Escort Eryaman rotating her stomach. Then as she smiled at the camera she removed items of clothing till she was completely naked, dancing faster and faster as the music sped up.

I heard a noise behind me and looked around to see Aisha standing behind me smiling.

“You like?” she said.

“Yes I do, but why have you shown me? I would not normally expect any woman to show me this let alone…”

“An Arabic women?” she asked. “I hope your not one of these prejudiced pigs” she said

“No, but I know about your religion” I replied.

“My husband and I are separated so he is no longer of any consequence” she replied ” but if your not interested or don’t like me then don’t worry”

“You are magnificent,” I said ” But …”

“Why?” she enquired, ” your honest and trustworthy, you said you hadn’t looked in my hard drive at my pictures yet, which means you were going to and didn’t lie about it. I have had one lover, my husband, he was older than me but very selfish. He only thought of himself. I have been well taught to look after the man but I want a man to look after me. He was also, um how shall I put it, not built to please a woman..” she laughed a bit.

“Dance for me like in the movie please then I will show you how I can please you”.

She told me to wait and went out, after 5 minutes she came back in the same harem costume and put some music on. She slowly started to belly dance. She rotated her stomach and danced over to me leaning over me and pushing her breasts in my face. She smelt like heaven and had me aroused as soon as she started. Slowly she started to remove her clothes. When she just had some material around her waist she danced over and motioned for me to hold the end, I did that and she moved away and started to turn, as she did the material unravelled exposing her legs and arse. I could not wait to lie her back and eat her, I wondered if she would let me play with her beautiful arse, if she would enjoy me eating her, if she sucked cock, if she had even been fucked in the arse, but most of all I was hard in anticipation.

Once she was naked she danced over swinging her hips and smiling, I put my hands on her hips and she danced while I rubbed her then I leant forward and kissed her stomach and ran my tongue around her navel. I held her arse, which was flawless, and slowly licked my way up to her breasts. Her nipples were pointy and hard and her breasts were taught. I licked all around them and took one nipple in my mouth and gently sucked, she stopped dancing and stood there with her fingers running through my hair and sighed. I ran my teeth Eryaman Escort over her nipple and felt it harden even more then I moved my hand around from her arse to her pussy and gently ran my fingers over her smooth mound. Her hips moved with my fingers, gently back and forth showing me how aroused she was. I opened her lips and slid my fingers gently inside her, feeling how wet she was for the first time. I felt her clit poking well out from its hood asking to be licked.

“Come” she beckoned.

I followed her upstairs into a large bedroom with a king sized bed. She turned and kissed me, her mouth open and her tongue in my mouth, we duelled tongues and I sucked on hers rubbing her back and arse gently. She stepped back and undid my shirt and threw it down then she knelt and undid my trousers, pulled my socks off and then my pants and under pants down and away. My dick didn’t hit her in the face only because I was so hard and when she looked at it she smiled. She took me in her soft hand and started to stroke me, licking the pre cum from the tip, then she slowly worked my cock into her mouth, sucking and licking me as I held her head in my hands and enjoyed the sensation. I pulled her head off and told her I was supposed to be pleasing her, at which she smiled.

I moved her over to the bed and we lay down together, wrapped in each other’s arms tongues in each other mouths. I broke the kiss and started to kiss and lick her neck and throat while I teased her nipples, pulling then gently and rolling then in my fingers. I slowly licked down to her breasts, then ran my tongue all around then slowly working in to the centre, and the nipples. When I got to the nipple I flicked it with my tongue and felt Aisha jerk, she was very excited and her hips were moving on their own and groans were issuing from her lips. I moved my hands down and started to rub her thighs gently and softly and she spread her legs wide open for me. Sucked and licked her nipples while I worked into her pussy. I opened her up and run my fingers straight down the centre of her pussy feeling her wetness gush out. I teased her and rubbed her clit and lips. Then I slowly started to lick down to her pussy, over her stomach as she flinched. When she realised what I was doing she told me no.

“Trust me Aisha, you will love this,” I told her.

She lay back and closed her eyes, saying nothing. I licked down to her and ran my tongue over her engorged lips and clit. I sucked her lips into my mouth and flicked her clit with my tongue. I slid two fingers into her tight opening and she moaned and humped on my fingers. I sucked her lips and then ran my tongue straight up and down her them Eryaman Escort Bayan finally circling her clit. All of a sudden she yelled and her hips started to pump and thrust, her first orgasm. It lasted for a minute then subsided, then she started again and came once more. After three I moved back up and looked her in the eyes and she smiled.

“Now what can I do for you my lover?” She said laughingly.

She kissed me and licked her juices off my face, her hand was on my hard cock gently pumping me. She sat up and moved her head down to my cock and took it in her mouth, working it right in till I was down her throat, she was just amazing as she didn’t gag at all as most women do when they try to take me right in. She worked me in and out of her mouth while she was on her knees her arse in the air. I reached over and played with her pussy, her lips hanging open and her juice dripping. I took some juice and rubbed it over her arse working it around her hole. She kept sucking my cock then looked up at me and smiled.

“I said anything for you and if you want me there you can have me” she said’ but I want to feel this big thing inside my other place first.”

“Did you mean anything?” I asked.

“Of course” she replied.

“Then that’s a dick you have in your hand or a cock,” I told her “and I am going to fuck your cunt and your arse, now repeat that.”

“You are going to fuck my cunt and my arse with your big huge cock,” she said laughing

She moved around and knelt over me guiding my cock into her as she kissed me. Her cunt was tight and wet and warm and felt wonderful. She groaned as she slid down on me, “Oh fuck me,” she said. Slowly working her hips she worked herself up to another orgasm as I sucked her nipples. I was so close to coming so many times but I was lucky to hold off. She then got off me and knelt down offering her arse to me. I knelt behind her and worked my finger into her arse with her juices, she was rubbing herself as I got her well lubed ready for me cock. I moved in and rubbed my cock all over her cunt, getting it wet then I slid it into her cunt surprising her, I stroked her a few times then slid out and slowly started to work my cock into her arse. She just opened for me and I slid in deep, then she pushed back to take more of me.

“Oh yes fuck my arse with your big cock please” she panted out.

I grabbed her hips and started to pump in and out, working with her rhythm harder and deeper. I could feel my cum boiling up and she was reaching a peak. I buried myself deep just as she came again and I felt my cock spurt into her as I pumped and pumped and pumped, so much cum. I was out of breath and panting as my load emptied into her.

We lay there regaining our senses, in each other’s arms.

She sat up on one arm and smiled at me saying, “so can I book you again next week for my next computer lesson, I think I will need a lot. I think next week I will concentrate on oral lessons.”

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Against the Door

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“Hannah!” I turn to see Elliot rushing towards me. I smile as he reaches me and pulls me into a massive bear hug. I hug him back, holding him tightly for a moment. I wait for his hug to loosen before loosening mine. “Long time no see, how are you?” He asks as he releases me from the hug.

“I’m good, all the better after that hug!” I say with a smile. “How are you?”

He grins before replying, “much better now. You smell amazing by the way!” He puts his arm around me as we walk over to a table, his hand lingering longer than it should. “So what are you having?” He asks as I sit down.

“Just a Pepsi for me, I don’t drink anymore” I reply.

“Okay, back in a few” he says as he makes his way to the bar. While he’s gone I sit and think about how we met all those years ago. Who knew that meeting someone in a chat room ten years ago would lead to a friendship like ours. We’ve met up once before years ago at London Comic-Con, being the total geeks that we are.

“Here you go” he says as he places my drink in front of me. He puts his drink down and takes a seat. I notice that he has a Pepsi as well, at least if things do happen it will happen with us both sober. I wasn’t single the last time we met up and neither was he, things are different this time. We’ve gone from just fellow geeks to sexting buddies over the past six months. I don’t remember how it happened exactly but the thought of taking this friendship further excites me.

“So… how is work?” I ask, unsure how to start a conversation that isn’t sex related.

He laughs before answering me. “Work is tiring and boring compared to sitting here with you.” I blush.

We continue talking for over an hour, the excitement building the longer our conversation goes on.

“So… do you have to rush off? I’m only in London for the night and I’d love to hang out more.” He asks.

“Nope, I’m off work tomorrow so I have no plans for the rest of the evening.” I reply with a shy grin.

“Good.” He says before taking my hand and getting up from the table. He walks me outside, putting his arm around me again to keep me warm as the cold wind picks up. He hails a cab and we get in, he gives the address of the hotel where he’s staying and the taxi turns in the needed direction. He pulls me close and we sit together, I snuggle into him and hear him sigh.

The journey to the hotel takes around ten minutes, when we arrive he pays the driver and we walk together up to the entrance. Butterflies dancing in my stomach in anticipation for what is to come.

He takes my hand and leads me in the direction of his room, his speed increased slightly from earlier. We get to his room and he uses his keycard to open the door, he lets me in first and steps in behind me. He switches on the light and closes the door behind himself. I shrug out of my jacket and place it on the hook on the wall beside the door, walking further into the room.

He grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. “I’ve been waiting six months to do this” he says as he spins me around and pushes me against the door, pinning my hands above my head. His mouth crashing down on mine as he kisses me hard. He lets my hands go momentarily as he takes off his jacket, before grabbing them again and deepening the kiss. Our tongues lapping furiously together as the passion heightens. He breaks the kiss, “Don’t fucking move!” He commands as he bends and unzips my boots, removing them and tossing them across the room. He then grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, exposing full breasts in my red bra. He groans before pulling his shirt off too, throwing it aside, then grabs my chin with one hand. His other takes ahold of my hands again as he kisses me with even more passion and hunger than before.

He grabs my left breast in his hand roughly, making me moan into his mouth. Before the hand makes its way down my body, rubbing my pussy over my leggings. I moan again making his touch even more urgent. He reaches inside my leggings and panties to find my pussy, wet and waiting. He growls as he parts my folds and touches my clit, I groan as he rubs circles around my clit. It hardens at his touch.

He drops to his knees and grabs the top of my leggings and panties pulling them down and removing them. He parts my legs before grinning up at me and places his whole mouth over my mound. I grind my hips instinctively, my breath quickens.

His tongue flicks over my clit making me gasp before parting my lips with his fingers and taking my clit between his lips and sucking gently.

My hands that had stayed above my head fall down and my palms push against the door. My hips still grinding into his mouth. My breathing becoming heavy, I put my hands on his head and pull him closer to me, his mouth and tongue exploring my pussy that’s getting wetter by the second.

“Ugh! You’re gonna make me cum… Elliot… I’m gonna cum!” I scream, he grabs ahold of my ass so I can’t pull away, his licking and sucking getting Escort Sincan faster. My orgasm hits me hard, I writhe and moan. His sucking gets harder as he tries to take in all my juices, he moans, the vibration running through my pussy making the orgasm last longer. I eventually come down from that massive high. He kisses my sensitive pussy gently, sending mini shockwaves through me.

He stands up, my breathing still jagged as he kisses me. He whispers my name before kissing me again. I push him back giving myself room to get down on my knees and open the belt and zipper of his jeans, pulling them down. His erection bouncing as it is exposed. He steps out of the jeans and looks down at me. He growls and grabs me by the throat, pulling me to my feet.

“Let’s see if you really do like it” he growls as he drags me over to the table. Bending me face down over it. My hands splayed out on the table either side of my face, anticipating what is coming.


The sound of the spank echoing around the room, followed by my gasp and moan.


He slaps the other cheek, causing a similar echo followed by a louder moan from me. He looks down and sees my pussy dripping with lust, another growl escapes his lips.


The sound of both cheeks being spanked at the same time eludes me as I concentrate on the ecstasy of the feeling. He drops to his knees again and kisses up my thighs, skipping over my dripping pussy to kiss away the sting of the spanks. Before burying his face in my pussy once again. I groan loudly as his mouth clamps over me, sucking hard, his tongue flicking up and down. He stiffens his tongue and slides it inside my wet cunt, my eyes widen and I let out a gasp.

He groans again before standing and placing his cock at my soaking wet entrance, “Bare?” my mouth opens as I feel him rub the head up and down. Covering himself in my wetness before sinking inside me.

“I don’t want anything between us… Oh fuck!” I gasp again as he reaches the deepest part of me. “Hannah…” he groans out as he backs up, then sinks inside me again. His hands on my hips as he moves in and out of me. I grunt every time he hits that sweet spot deep inside me. I smirk to myself then use my inner muscles to squeeze his cock.

He lets out a loud growl and he pounds me harder. He begins moving more urgent, more frantic. Chasing the orgasm he craves.

“Hannah… fuck… yes!!” He groans between thrusts. I reach up and put my hand on the wall, raising myself a little. Hoping to catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. He senses what I’m trying to do so he grabs a handful of my hair, pulling on it so my head is high enough to see in the mirror. I catch his eye and we make eye contact, he curls his lips in a snarl bad fucks me harder. My eyes roll back in my head as I let the lust fill me, my orgasm building.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, you hear me?” He growls. I nod. “I can’t hear you!” He grunts.

“Yes. Cum in me. Please!” I beg. He lets out a roar as he orgasms, unloading inside me. His grip on my hair tightening, as he yanks me back into him.

My climax hits hard, I jerk violently and scream loud. He continues to fuck me hard as he rides his orgasm out inside me. My legs growing weak as he finally collapses onto my back, breathing heavily as he kisses my shoulder. He stands and pulls out of me, our mixed cum dripping out of me and onto the beige carpet.

He reaches for me and pulls me to him, my legs are shaking so he sweeps me into his arms and heads for the bed. Laying me down gently and climbing onto the bed beside me. Pulling me close, holding me as my breathing returns to normal.

“That was worth the ten years wait!” He says with a grin.

“I thought it was six months?” I question, confusion on my face.

“Nah I lied, I’ve wanted to do that as long as I’ve known you.” I blush and bury my face in his chest. He rolls me over so he’s on top of me.

“And we’re gonna do that again, just as soon as I can.” He says as he kisses me. I moan into his mouth as he kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck as I kiss him back. I feel movement down near my legs. “Looks like it’s not going to be a long wait”.

My arms around his neck as he continues to kiss me, I’m kissing him back like he’s my oxygen. He breaks the kiss to lift me so I’m sitting up, he reaches around me to undo my bra, my breasts freed in seconds. He pushes me back down and lowers his head to take my left nipple between his lips. I moan as his tongue circles the tight bud, he takes his time alternating between sucking and licking before moving on to my right breast and repeating the licking and sucking.

My back arches slightly as my breathing grows slightly heavier. His hand gently runs down my body, circling my navel before reaching down to where I’m still soaking wet. I gasp as his fingers once again part my folds and he touches my hard clit. He rubs circles around it before exploring lower. Sincan Escort His fingers at my opening, teasing ever so gently. My hips buck up to his hand, trying to impale myself on his fingers.

“Patience baby” he says as he kisses me again. I writhe on the bed, needing his fingers inside me. He moves them back up to my clit again, making me whimper in frustration and then moan in pleasure as he rubs my clit again. “Fuck you’re still soaked, I fucking love it!” He groans out before his fingers move lower again.

His mouth covers mine again in another passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He pushes two fingers inside me and I moan against his mouth. His fingers move in and out of me slowly, savouring every clench of my pussy around them.

He turns his hand palm up and continues to fuck me with his fingers but also using his thumb to stroke my clit. My breath catches in my throat and he lets out a whispered growl before his lips move down to my neck. He kisses my neck, making me shudder as his fingers slide in and out of me.

He chuckles a little and curls his fingers as he bites my neck. The sensation of his fingers curling and him biting my neck send me into a frenzy. “Ohhhh Elliot…” I moan out as he curls and uncurls his fingers, hitting my g-spot every time he does.

I feel an orgasm begin to build, making my pussy clench around his fingers. He feels it and groans as his teeth sink into my neck again. The bite isn’t painful, pleasure is all I feel, I’m overwhelmed by it. I grind my hips against his hand, desperately chasing my orgasm.

“You’re gonna make me cum again…” a gasp escapes my mouth as I approach the crest of my climax. His fingers get faster and he breathes heavily against my neck. I close my eyes and prepare for what could be the best orgasm of my life.

“Cum for me Hannah” he breathes out. A bright light flashes before my eyes as my orgasm hits like a freight train. I grab ahold of the sheets as I scream and jerk violently on the bed, he holds me as I ride wave after wave of pleasure as my climax takes over my entire body. He moans against my neck as I convulse over and over, I’ve never cum this hard in my life. As the spasms begin to slow and dissipate my grip on the sheets loosen but his hold on me tightens. “Good girl” he says as he nuzzles into my neck.

He releases me from his grip and moves off the bed, walking into the bathroom. I put my hands on my head as I try to catch my breath. He comes back a minute later, takes my hands and pulls me off the bed. Leading me to the bathroom. The tub is filling up and there’s a smell of vanilla in the air, I glance at the bubble bath on the side of the tub and smoke.

“You ran me a bath?” I say with a smile, he nods and helps me into the tub. “Told you that you are a sweetheart.” He grins and walks over to the shower, switching on the water and stepping inside. I lay in the hot water and bubbles, watching his every move. The way his soapy hands run over his body, the way he looks at me as he washes our sin away. I begin to wash myself also.

“Hannah…” he whispers as my hand reaches lower to clean my pussy. I look up at him, directly in the eye and smile. He growls and turns off the shower, stepping out and wrapping a towel around himself. I continue looking at him as I rub myself his eyes widening in shock as I begin to moan. “You’re insatiable!” He says as he grins. “Do not cum… you hear me? You do not cum!”

“Yes sir” I whisper. He lets out another growl and turns to leave the bathroom. “Where are you…?” He’s gone before I finish my sentence. My hand stops running and I frown, pouting slightly. He’s gone for a few minutes, I wonder if he’s left.

“I didn’t say stop” he says reentering the bathroom, a mischievous grin on his face. I open my mouth to speak, he holds his hand up. “Nope. No words. Get out the bath now” I stand and exit the tub. He wraps a bath sheet around me and leads me back into the bedroom.

He’s still wearing his towel so I can only assume that he’s not leaving me. He sits me on the couch and pours me a drink, handing it to me before he sits beside me. He looks uncomfortable for a moment, like he wants to say something but he can’t.

“Is something wrong?” I ask, concerned.

“No baby, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with what I want to do next. I’m scared to ask.”

“You just ate my pussy, fucked me over the table and fingered me to the most intense orgasm of my life. How can you possibly be scared?” He grins.

“I want to tie you up!” He says, “I want to show you how much I want you.” He pulls me close. “I want to fuck you like I mean it” I get up and walk over to the bed, dropping my towel and laying on my back. He growls and walks over to me, the towel tented over his erection.

“Such a good girl” he whispers as he leans over me to strap my hands to the under mattress restraints he had put in when he left the bathroom. He moves Sincan Escort Bayan around to strap my feet, my legs spread wide. He walks back to my where my head is and his towel falls off, I lick my lips and move my head to take his cock in my mouth. “Ugh Hannah, you’re a very good girl.” I suck hard, making his hips thrust towards me.

“Mmmmm” I moan as I flick my tongue over his hard cock.

He roars and thrusts three more times before pulling out of my mouth and jumping on top of me. “Time for you to be fucked like you have never been fucked before!”

My hands and legs are restrained, Elliot is kneeling on the bed between my spread legs staring at me.

“I want to fuck you so bad but first…” he trails off as he puts his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me. He growls and places his whole mouth over my pussy.

“Elliot!” I gasp and then moan as be begins to suck on me, the sensation driving me insane. He pulls me as close as possible as his lips open me up for his tongue. It flicks over my clit making me shudder, the first tingles of my impending orgasm making themselves known.

I moan loudly, Elliot’s moan following seconds after, sending vibrations through my already sensitive pussy. His mouth and tongue not letting up and his licks and sucks me closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Fuck!” I scream as the first wave hits me, my entire body vibrating. “Elliot!” I undulated my hips, almost riding his face as my climax rolls through me. His hands squeezing my ass cheeks.

As it dies down his licks and sucks get gentler and softer, my pussy now super sensitive. He lowers me down into his lap, his erection pressing against me. He wipes his hand across his face, removing my wetness from his beard. He smiles and grabs both hips in his hands. He adjusts his position slightly, his cock pushed against my opening.

“It’s time!” He growls as his cock enters me, my wetness making him slide into me easily. My eyes roll back into my head and my mouth opens in a gasp as he pulls me to him, burying his entire length inside me in one agonisingly slow movement. He pants out “it’s like you were made for me!” as he withdraws and slides back inside me.

He withdraws again and slams back into me over and over making me squeal, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing around the room. He grunts my name as he continues to pound me, the angle of my body making my breasts bounce up into my face but I’m too caught up in the moment to even notice. I moan with every thrust, my lust dripping out of me and covering his lap.

He stops pounding for a moment to lean over and unstrap my wrists, lifting me onto his lap. I wrap my arms around him and he begins to move again. “Hold on tight!” He grunts and begins thrusting upward into me. My hips crashing down to meet his, our eyes lock and he takes my mouth with his. Kissing me deeply, our tongues meeting with urgency as we fuck.

He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls, my head tilting back so he has access to my throat. He kisses and licks my neck with the same passion as our kissing, his thrusts never letting up as his mouth moves. I feel that familiar tingle, knowing that my orgasm is approaching. This could be the most intense one of the night, I feel it building and building.

He bites my neck, making me scream out in ecstasy as he continues his relentless pounding. “Elliot!!” I squeal, my grip on him tightening as my pussy clenches around his cock. “I’m gonna…” I trail off as my climax hits and a strangled sound escapes my lips. My nails dig into him as I jerk, shudder and vibrate in his arms. They hold on to me as wave after wave of pleasure flows through me. I’ve always heard about an intense orgasm making you see fireworks in front of your eyes but I’d always assumed it was a myth, until this moment.

Colours flash in front of my eyes, blinding me with complete ecstasy. His hips continuing to thrust up into me, faster as his orgasm hits. He growls and pants as he empties his balls inside me.

His thrusts slow as his orgasm dies down, I go complete limp in his arms, completely spent. He lays me down and falls down on the bed beside me, his breathing heavy. I feel as if I can’t move, my entire body paralysed. He moves over to pull me into his arms and just holds me. My heart rate finally slowing down as I lay in his arms.

We lay together for five minutes, catching our breath as we both come down from the most amazing high. Once I’m finally able to move I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly. Never wanting this moment to end.

Another few minutes pass before there’s a knock on the door, he groans and gets off the bed. Unstrapping my ankles as he rounds the bed and walks towards the door, grabbing a robe off of the hangar and wrapping himself in it. He throws one at me and I hastily put it on. He opens the door, there is a security officer standing outside.

“Good evening sir, we’ve had complaints from guests on this floor about noise coming from this room. They were concerned about a woman’s screams.” I get off the bed and join him at the door. He takes the sight of my flushed face and the state of my hair. “Oh… I’m so sorry madam.” I grin.

“It’s okay sir, you’re just doing your job.”

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Afternoon Delight

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Kymberley had grown up too fast her parents had always said. Having developed at such a young age, she knew could use her looks to get ahead. Looking at her, one couldn’t help but gaze into her sapphire blue eyes that seem to sparkle in the sunlight, mesmerized by her gaze. She had long flowing blonde curls. The curls accentuated some of her best facial features. The contrast from the golden curls brought attention to her sensual pouting pink lips. A man would look at those soft full lips and want to taste them, to nibble on them tenderly, to press his lips against hers in one of those kisses you feel for a lifetime. Her soft, strong cheekbones that seem to peak out from underneath the curls would leave you wanting to gently stroke the back of your hands across them. The curls perfectly outlined her slender neck.

Despite all that, Kymberley wanted to succeed with her talent and brains being what propelled her through life. She worked hard for what she wanted and would do what it took to get there. Sometimes, she took advantage of the beauty and charm to get her foot in the door. Then all she had to do from there was to tell them what she could do for their company and she had them every time.

That morning as she looked through her closet trying to decide what to wear, she kept thinking of what she would do to celebrate her new contract. She was so confident she was going to get it. Rifling through the skirts that hung in front of her, she picked out the black leather mini. Kymberley laughed as she thought about what the looks on those men’s faces would be when she walked into the meeting dressed to kill in this outfit.

When she slid that black leather mini skirt over her slender thighs, she felt as though she was unstoppable in it. Selecting the red silk sleeveless blouse to compliment her skirt was the right choice. As she slid it over her and then slid her sleek arms into the blouse, she wondered if showing this much cleavage was a good idea. Reaching for her red leather heels and slipping her bare feet into them, she reconsidered wearing the stockings. Glancing at her silky tanned legs, she knew she could pull of this outfit without any stockings to hide their glow. She slid her hands over the leather skirt and lifted it just a little higher on her creamy smooth thighs.

Standing in front of the mirror taking one last look, Kymberley twirled slowly around. Her eyes moved up her trim waist running her hands over her full hips, and stopped at her firm breasts. Yes this blouse definitely showed off just the right amount of cleavage, and allowed anyone interested, to see how the soft curves of her voluptuous breasts were. She loved the way the men would stare at her wanting to be the lucky one that would get to touch them and the way their women would glare at her because theirs began sagging after the kids were born.

Kymberley grabbed her purse as she left her bedroom, stopping into her office that was an addition of the side of her house; she smiled as she went over in her mind, what her plan of attack would be. Stepping up into her truck, she thought of how many heads she would turn when she pulled up to the office and stepped out the truck. She laughed when she pictured the scene from Basic Instinct, where Sharon had uncrossed and re-crossed her legs while being questioned by the police. Picturing herself flashing just a little bit of her blonde mound of thick curls as she stepped out, she wondered for a brief instance, should she have worn that thong after all. No, she did not want any panty lines ruining her look; the choice to go natural was the right one.

Kymberley walked out of the meeting that morning with the property Management Company knowing that the contract was as good as signed, sealed, and delivered. The men who worked in this business couldn’t seem to resist her charms she thought to herself. Or maybe they just could not think straight to tell her no when she walked into the office. She was strong willed and went after what she wanted with the intention of winning always. Kymberley knew that when it came to business, any female in a man’s world had to play hard ball. She had learned that from watching her father all those years she spent working for him at his construction company. She remembered how when she wanted something done by one of the foremen, it was as simple as turning on her southern charm and knocking them off guard.

Feeling so good about how it all went, she stopped on the way back home to pick up a bottle of wine. The kids were gone for the weekend and with only having a few things to work on back at the office, she would call it a week and take sometime to enjoy the peace and quiet of home. As she pulled into her driveway, her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID as she was answering it. It was about the contract.

“Hello, Kymberley Christian,” she answered.

The voice on the other end was not one she recognized. He told her he had just received the copies Escort Keçiören of the contracts and would have them sent over this evening for her to look over. When she hung up, she really did have a reason to celebrate now. Sliding out of her candy apple red pickup, she walked to the door of the office. Remembering she needed a glass for the wine, she went in the house first, grabbed a crystal wineglass, and headed back out to her office door.

Kymberley walked in and kicked off her red heels watching as they flopped onto the plush silver carpet under the table that she kept in there for the kids to do their homework on. She smiled again. Not as cheerful as she thought she would that they would be gone for the weekend, but so looking forward to the break from all the plans they seem to make every weekend for her.

She walked over to her desk and sat down at her computer. She loved this DSL connection; just click and you are online. She went to check her email, hoping to find something worth reading and not the mindless dribble that seemed to fill her account everyday. While reading over some jokes and looking at a few pictures sent to her by some friends, she felt a little hungry. She went through the back door of the office and to the kitchen and made herself a sandwich.

When Kymberley walked back into her office, she was surprised to see that Steven was there. He asked how her meeting went. She told him how she won the bid on the contract. He was so pleased for her. Then he chuckled something about how it must have been that outfit she was wearing. Kymberley smiled. “Do you think it was the black leather mini skirt or the low cut red sleeveless silk blouse that did the trick?”

Steven laughed again, “Well Kym, I definitely think it was the total package as well as the presentation.”

Steven was quite a treat to the eyes as well. He had statuesque build, standing 6’3″and towering over most men. Looking at his chest, so big and strong, would intimidate most people who crossed him. With his perfectly trimmed waist, he reminded you of a Greek God. His light brown hair would turn a pale shade of blonde in the summer, the highlights streaking through the straight no nonsense style that he wore it. Women would swoon when gazing into his blue eyes. Exceptionally bright blue, like that of the clear afternoon sky on a lazy spring day. Sparkling and twinkling as he gazed at her, igniting such burning desires deep in Kymberley’s soul.

The small talk continued for a little while and as always, Steven would throw in a tease every once in a while. Kymberley loved his teasing her; it always made her so excited. She could feel the creamy fluids building every time they were together. He would nibble at her slender neck and kiss her softly, once in awhile telling her how he would push her away from her desk while she was working, and tease her for hours before he would allow her to reach that climax that would eventually leave her sated.

“So Kymberley,” Steven asked, “Tell me, do we have the place all to ourselves, and will I have your full attention?”

Laughing and smiling, hoping that he was finally about to make some time for her, “The kids will be gone the entire weekend. Looks like mom gets to finally play without worrying about them catching her.” Kymberley answered him.

Without another word, Steven twirled her around in her chair and gently took her glowing cheeks into his hands. Softly kissing her luscious lips as he brushed away the blonde wisps of hair from her forehead. As Steven knelt in front of her, he ran his strong hands over her silken legs. He parted them slowly and tenderly as he slipped in between them, pressing his hips to the inside of her thighs.

Kymberley’s lust for him urged her to seek his tongue, savoring his sweet kiss hungry for his passion and silently needing to feel his touch. Her body ached for his warmth and his tender caress. She yearned for the feelings she gave up so long ago when she knew that she had to put her kids first and her passions last. She knew that Steven sensed her desires and that he would fulfill them more than she had even dreamed possible.

As Steven slowly broke the kiss, pulling his lips just a whisper away from hers, she felt his heated breath floating over her throat bathing her neck as she looked into his brilliant blue eyes. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the fragrant scent of her lust, the hunger for him betraying her. She needed Steven to show her what she missed so much now, needing him to completely take control over her desires and release the passion that she locked away.

Kymberley pulled him back to her lips, sucking on them tenderly while his hands pulled her blouse from within the waistband of her miniskirt. Sliding his strong hands over her belly, he lifted her blouse to expose her red laced bra. He moved his lips over her chin, kissing her neck, blowing softly on it then his mouth trailed Keçiören Escort Bayan over her blouse to the nipples protruding through the lace. His breath heated her flesh, teasing her as he nibbled on the pink tender nipple. The wetness from his mouth leaving spots on the lace, he moved his mouth to her other nipple, swollen and aching to be touched by him.

Steven moved his hands and lightly grazed her skin with his nails as he reached behind her to find the hooks on her bra. One at a time he released the hooks. Kymberley lifted the blouse over her head and tossed it aside. She stared into his blue eyes as she watched his eyes sparkle. As he unfastened the last hook, he slid his hands to her shoulders and eased the straps off. Sliding them down her arms until he removed it from her hands, he then let it fall to the floor as he stared at her voluptuous breasts.

When his hand took her breasts and lifted them to his mouth, Kymberley let a soft moan escape her lips. His tongue teased her nipples, swirling around them as his lips kissed and nibbled at them. She ran her fingers through his hair trying to bring his mouth harder against her aching nipples. She needed to feel the heat from his mouth enveloping them with his lips.

Steven pulled away from her breasts. He did love to tease her so. This time it was his game and he was calling all the shots. Though Kymberley would feign a protest to his teasing her once again, it truly was this game of his that he had mastered so well that kept her coming back to him almost always having to hold herself back from begging for more. She loved how he made the desire for his time grow and how it turned her on with each word he spoke.

He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt as he stared into her sapphire blue eyes. Even his looking at her was a tease to her, allowing her a glimpse into his mind. Steven tugged the bottom of her skirt as she sat in the chair. He pulled it over her hips and past her firm ass. Pulling it over her thighs, he allowed his fingers to tease her skin. He watched as the goose bumps ripple over her body from his sensual touches. He threw the skirt over his shoulders and Kymberley watched it as it landed on the floor.

Without another word, Steven bent his neck forward and licked her belly softly. His hands parted her thighs as he lifted her legs up and placed them on his shoulders. Pulling her ass down the seat until she was on the edge of the cushion, Steven placed his lips against her wetness and kissed her tenderly where that fragrant aroma he had been inhaling for the last half-hour was coming from. His tongue tasted for the first time the creamy sweet juices that Kymberley had felt flowing from within her so many times, from his teasing.

Kymberley laid her head back and closed her eyes as he showed her why he was such a master at this art of cunnilingus. He had always bragged to her how the women loved his tongue and how he never failed to please them. Although she would feel a twinge of jealousy each time he said that, she knew he was not lying. Her body started to heat up more as his knowing mouth took control.

Steven ran his tongue over her lips, parting them as he licked the nectar glistening from them. His tongue swirling over the sensitive skin that was shaved so smoothly, as she pushed against his shoulders with her legs. Lifting her sweet pussy to his mouth as he continued to trace the outlines of each lip. Nibbling on one lip then other on and pausing for just a quick moment to blow his hot breath across her swollen clit.

Kymberley writhed beneath his fiery breath. Steven took such delight in his slow teasing of her. Swirling his tongue in small circles around her clitoris, as he would leave little butterfly kisses on the wetness surrounding it. He would nibble hungrily on the soft folds of skin that covered her rosebud while his fingers would gently rub across her nipples. He ran his tongue over every delicious inch of her pussy, slowly across from one side to the other. Starting on the v shaped opening of her lips and not stopping until his tongue had followed the delicate flesh around her tight ass.

Pausing for a moment whenever he felt she was too close to losing her control and sending her mind racing once more before he would again lavish her with his tongue. Steven ran the flat of his tongue across her clit one more time, then lifting her cheeks firmly gripped in the palm of his hands, he thrust his tongue deep inside her. Lapping at her juices that his teasing had cause to flow from deep within her, he licked at sucked them eagerly.

Kymberley wiggled her hips as she moved her pussy against his mouth. Grabbing her breasts and fondling her nipples, she whispered her soft lusty moans. As she felt his tongue plunging in and out of her, she ground her clit against his nose, rubbing it in small circles as she tweaked her nipples. Pinching them and rolling them, and finally Kym lifted one Keçiören Escort breast to her mouth and ran her tongue over the aching nipple. She sucked her nipple into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it slowly.

Steven continued to feast himself on her sweetness. His mouth knowing how to drive her wildest desires into high gear until she begged him to let her feel the orgasms he kept stopping her from having. Steven laughed slightly and lifted her one more time. Pulling her pussy to his mouth as he bit at her flesh another few strokes of his tongue over each lip before grabbing at her clit with his teeth and grazing it gently with the tip of his tongue as he held it.

Without any hint of what Steven had in his mind, Kymberley laid back in her chair completely at his mercy. He slid his hands underneath her cheeks and moved them up her back. Lifting his shoulders and causing her legs to shift onto his arms, he moved them down her thighs and then let her legs fall slowly to the floor. He held her hips as his tongue explored the mound of hair that glistened with her juices then lifted her off the chair and slid her onto his thick shaft.

Kymberley felt his cock penetrating her slowly and deeply as he again controlled her movements. Not allowing her to take control, he placed her arms on his shoulders as he lifted her by her ass up and down onto his cock. Thrusting his hips forward as he buried its thickness deep inside her heated lust, he felt her nails digging into his shoulders as he looked into her eyes. He lifted his lips to her mouth and let her taste the pleasures he had enjoyed from her juices.

She sucked at his lips as the moistness from her body still clung to the whiskers around them. She was surprised at how she enjoyed the flavor of her own nectar and did not know if it was his kiss that made it taste so much sweeter than she had imagined or whether she just loved the way she tasted on his tongue. As Kymberley nibbled his lips, he was plunging his cock deeply inside her fiery pussy. The lips squeezing tightly around his shaft as his thrusts became harder and faster.

Kymberley moaned and whispered against his lips to please let her cum. Steven smiled sweetly and then shook his head no. He lifted her up with his hands holding firmly to her cheeks. She was waiting for and hoping for that to be followed by another thrusting blow against her swollen clit as he plunged his back into her pussy and his pelvic bones pressed against her.

Steven pulled his cock out from under her and shifted back onto his heels. He set her on her knees then grabbed her face and pulled it to his lips as he kissed her deeply and passionately. The hunger and passion to feel his cock buried between her thighs was unbearable. Kymberley begged him softly to please allow her to feel him sliding back inside her. He never answered her pleas.

He pulled her onto her kneels and spun the chair around behind her. Steven lifted her up and turned her towards the chair pressing her stomach against it as he pulled her up and kneeled behind her. Kymberley turned her face to look at him; he smiled and kissed his way from her shoulders to the small of her back. He moved his hand around in front of her and slid it between the quivering petals that covered her swollen bud and covered his fingers with the wetness. Running his finger around her clit then slipping it once more inside her, he gently bit at her flesh.

Steven ran his tongue over her the cheeks of her ass, licking them as his mouth moved closer to her tight little hole. He parted her cheeks with his fingers from one hand and lowered his tongue to swirl around the opening he was going to explore next. Flicking his tongue back and forth, then the tip teasing her asshole as she puckered it tightly then tried to relax. Kymberley knew that Steven had always sensed that her wild side was what drove her desires and made her the woman she was. He was determined now to test how wild she would let him be.

Steven’s tongue entered her ass just enough to see her reaction to being probed in such a way. When Kym did not pull away, he knew it was going to happen. He slipped the finger that he was fucking her pussy with out and ran it up the crease to her little hole. Steven gently placed it against her, letting her know that he was about to enter her. She lay against the cushion as she lifted her cheeks just enough for him to see her eagerness for him to continue.

As Steven used the moisture from his fingers to lubricate her, he kissed her back gently. Then he pulled her hips back to him as he rested the tip of his cock against her hole. When he knew that she was ready as he listened to her take that deep almost panicked breath, he eased it slowly inside her. He felt her ass pucker around the head of his cock as he held it in place to allow her to adjust to the first few moments of pain.

Kymberley gasped for a brief second and tensed her body tightly. She exhaled slowly as the pain shot through her then eased away. He moved his cock in a little more, slowly inching deeper as she held her breath with each small push. Finally as the base of his shaft rested against the cheeks of her ass, he moved his hand around to her pussy and slid two fingers inside her.

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After the Office Party

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Julie ushered the four inebriated, simpering, sluts from Accounts out the front door and closed it after them, snapping the deadlock lock over and turning to grin wolfishly at us. There were just the three of us left now. She maintained her sexy smile as she walked back past us, knowing that both myself and Marcus’s gaze would be glued to the sight of her tight ass in that tiny black miniskirt she was wearing. She knew it and was clearly pleased for it to be proved so as she stopped, looked over her shoulder and instructed us.

“Back in here boys I want to see if you were being serious?”

We both started after her at the same time and collided. I shot Marcus a filthy look at the same time he did likewise. I snarled.

“I’ve got seniority here boy.”

Bit of background for you. I’m David, Sales Manager for Rashford Electric, a big power supplier in the city. Julie is my best sales person and Marcus a relatively new recruit that I have not been getting along with since he started. Why didn’t I like Marcus? Well he was young and cock sure and arrogant. Always so full of himself. He did have a problem with my authority but always showed it in ways I couldn’t really do anything about. At 22 he was half my age, he was popular with the ladies in the company and yes, I guess I should admit he was black. Those last three reasons were probably my main issues with him. So I’m an older, insecure subtle racist.

So I forced myself into the office (my office!) first behind Julie, once again displaying my authority. I would have to watch what I said though, Julie had been priming everyone with drink at the Office Christmas party all night (especially Marcus and myself as it happened) and my tongue was definitely too loose. As we got back in Julie had another couple of vodka and cokes poured for us and we each took them gratefully.

“Now boys, like I was saying were you serious about my challenge or are you both all mouth and no trousers?”

We both treated her to a glazed, blank, confused look. We had both probably drunken too much to remember everything that had been said that evening.

Julie smirked and nudged Marcus with her elbow.

“You remember Marcus? About how you though David was such an asshole because he probably had a tiny white dick?”

Marcus coughed a mouthful of coke out his mouth and nose but couldn’t stop himself from laughing. I just stood there listening.

“And you surely remember David? When I came over to you, whispered in your ear what Marcus had said and you told me that you were ‘bigger’ than him and you would show me later tonight?”

I looked at her and thought that I probably would say that to Julie Adams. Julie was in her mid-thirties and just the sexiest woman I had ever come across. Not the best looking though she was quite pretty but the mixture of voice, body and mostly attitude just made her seem so fucking hot. And she knew it. And she played on it, hence why she was such a good sales person, either on the phone or in person. She worked her assets and she could sell ice to the Eskimo’s. She was five foot five, with shoulder length blonde hair I always had her in my wet dreams and fantasies as a younger, sexier, dirtier Jennifer Aniston. And I had a lot of dreams and fantasies about Julie. Which is probably why (well that and the drink) that I didn’t put a stop to this now.

No way was I going to look weak in front of them for different reasons.

“No chance is that lanky idiot better hung than me! No chance!”

Julie grinned that wolfish way again and licked her red lips suggestively.

“Well why don’t we prove it boys .I’ll be the judge. You each drop trou and I go get my ruler and decide who’s bigger. Or are you too scared?”

Neither of us backed down. Marcus stared at me with ill-disguised contempt, I glared back at him equally so.

“But let’s make it a little interesting shall we? Again unless you are scared? The loser, the smaller dicked loser, needs to drop to their knees afterwards and blow the winner. And I get to watch. Ok?”

This was really dumb but I was drunk and felt there was no way I could stop this without losing face massively to Marcus and Julie (who I had designs on fucking later tonight).

“Fine by me,” my voice said from somewhere.

“OK then Dave, you start us off. Let’s see what you are packing.”

In any other circumstance that was what I wanted to hear but as I fiddled with my belt nervously and pushed my linen trousers to my ankles then timidly pulled my boxers down after I knew this was a mistake. Marcus gave a big, white toothed grin and I couldn’t look at him further. Julie tried not to laugh and came over to me and gave my balls a little grope, pulled at my foreskin so I got harder before she turned and picked up a ruler from my own desk. She squatted, her face just inches from my stiffening dick and laid the ruler along the length of my cock .She took her time then announced.

“Three and a half inches. Right Marcus let’s see yours.”

He was too eager. Too fast to haul down his pants for me not to know I was the loser here. His black cock sprang out and even though he was nowhere Escort Etlik near full stiffness it was visually obvious he was much bigger than me. Still Julie treated him the same, fondled his big, hairy balls for a moment, stroked his shiny black length then squatted and measured him.

“Seven and three quarter inches. And I think it could grow some yet.”

I stood in a drunken daze. This little shit, this black bastard who was so cocky and cock sure was more than twice as big as me. I looked down at my small cock and contemplated it a moment. Then Marcus stepped forward until our respective dicks were just inches apart and I heard a click as Julie took a picture on her mobile phone. It would be a glaring size comparison. I felt sick. Julie walked behind me and whispered in my ear.

“Gotta pay up boss man, unless you’re some kind of welcher.”

She placed her hands on my shoulders and slowly pressed. I didn’t resist I just sunk submissively to my knees until I was at eye level with Marcus’s large, long, hard dick. He swayed forward and I tasted his slick penis on my lips for the first time. Despite everything that had happened (or perhaps because of it) I felt aroused myself and had to fight the urge to reach down and play with myself. Instead I reluctantly parted my lips and opened my mouth and allowed my young colleague to press on and force his stiff cock into my mouth until it prodded the back of my throat.

I wanted to gag and get clear, to get that thing out of my mouth. But Julie’s hands were firmly on the back of my head, Marcus had a handful of my hair, I could do little but just kneel there and allow this young man to roughly fuck my mouth. He slammed in and out rapidly, his balls slapping hard on my chin. I made pathetic, mewling, gargling noises and could feel a mixture of my drool and his pre-cum seep from the stretched corners of my mouth. I sensed movement to my side and rolled my eyes, Julie was no longer behind but now stood to the side and had her camera out again and was no doubt recording my humiliating denouement. She was still grinning. I rolled my eyes upwards towards Marcus and saw hate and derision there and obviously the sight of me looking up at him was too much for him, he plucked his huge cock from my gasping mouth and held it, pointing it at me like a fire hose as he sprayed shot after shot of warm, thick, creamy cum all over my face. In my hair, into my eyes, onto my nose and on my lips he painted me before finally finishing my squeezing the last onto what I knew was a developing bald spot.

Everything seemed to go into slow motion then. Marcus staggered back away from me until his back hit the wall. I stayed where I was, on my knees, cum slowly dripping from my features. Slowly I turned to look at Julie to see she had put her phone down to sit on my side desk, her mini skirt was around her waist and (no surprise) she had no knickers on and she was rubbing herself, playing with herself, no doubt aroused at what she had just witnessed. Finally, she got herself together enough to address us.

“God that was hot boys! Marcus, think you can get hard again? I got a hole of my own I want you to try out. Tiny dick! Yes, you David, why don’t you crawl over there and help get Marcus up again! Marcus turn around your ‘boss’ is going to do some brown nosing of his own!”

Immediately I knew what she wanted me to do. Despite my understanding and subsequent repulsion I still found myself kicking my trousers and pants off my ankles and moving on hands and knees towards my young staffer. For his part he was down with this and had similarly discarded his clothes, turned around and was holding his firm, taut, black ass cheeks apart for me. Julie giggled and picked up her camera again to capture this moment as I guided my face into his slick buttocks and pushed out my tongue and began to rim him.

Mentally I was gone by now, I was being guided only by my body and it was betraying me. I could feel my own cock straining harder than I had felt it before, desperate for attention but instead I lifted my hands onto Marcus’s buttocks to support me as my tongue got hard to work. I probed and prodded, finding his anus and flicking it, running my tongue lower, between his ass and his balls, tickling his balls before drawing it back to play at his prostrate again. From what I could feel it was working, I felt Marcus straining and dared to raise my hand forward to feel his shaft and yes he was stiffening again. So soon! The ebullience of youth I suppose. I could only be envious.

I was even more jealous seconds later as Julie called a halt to my ministrations and beckoned Marcus over to her with her curled finger. She had discarded her sparkly top and her skirt and she was naked bar her sexy stockings, her legs spread wide on my table, her pussy a glistening shaved heaven. It was quickly invaded by Marcus’s long, hard shaft and I knelt there agog as he fucked my dream girl on my own desk.

Julie squealed in pleasure and wrapped her firm legs around her younger lover’s waist to pull her further on to his jack hammering dick. I could see from the look of unadulterated pleasure on her face Etlik Escort that she was loving this, riding him like a cowboy on a stallion. She bucked while he thrust and all the detritus on my desk was sent flying. He pounded her hard and fast and again it seemed he had little control because before too long he was calling out wildly and she was clearly squeezing him hard and with a grunt he came inside her. Julie flopped back on my desk as Marcus staggered away from his second (though not final) orgasm of the night. Again there was a pause, I maintained my position on my knees watching as Julie slowly recovered and keeping her thighs apart she beckoned me this time with her curling finger.

“Over here small cock, clean me up!”

I crawled across my floor once more and poised my mouth just below Julie’s gaping pussy and savoured the aroma of sex that came over me. A glob of Marcus’s cum was slowly spilling from her slit and I stretched my face forward to suck it from her cooze. Lapping at her flaps as I did so. It brought a shiver from her. She had not cum and she used her hand to push my face deeper into her pussy and ordered me to “get licking bitch”. I didn’t need telling twice. Within a minute I had got her off, she squirted her juices (mixed with Marcus’s) all over my already sticky face but I kept on licking until she pushed my head physically away from her red hot crotch.

So there the three of us were. Julie panting sitting on my desk, Marcus exhausted and naked and leaning on my wall and me on my knees and still sporting my (tiny) erection. I pleaded to Julie.

“Please let me cum! I need to! Please!”

She regarded me from her perch and slowly regained her faculties.

“OK bitch, you can cum. Stand up, go over to your computer and hold that tiny worm in your hand, but do not cum yet, understand?”

I nodded and gratefully got off my aching knees. Julie slid off my side desk and plugged her phone into my computer, in mere moments I was watching myself from earlier sucking Marcus off.

“You can cum watching that. And make sure that when you do cum, you spill all that seed over your keyboard. We are going to leave it like that over the Christmas holidays’ and next year when your keyboard is all sticky and gummed up you can call that cunt Hayley from IT to investigate. I’ve no doubt she’ll recognise the smell and know you wanked over your own keyboard but what is she going to do, eh?”

It was a wicked plan and I had to admit I did like the idea of Hayley investigating my dried up cum, supercilious bitch that she was. And I did look hot as a porn star sucking off Marcus on screen. I wrapped my hand around the length of my cock and got to jerking off finally able to get that release. Julie went over to Marcus and whispered to him, started to play with his balls, getting him hard again somehow as I tugged away. It took me longer but I got there by the time the film had got around to me tonguing Marcus’s asshole. With a grunt I came and sprayed copious amount of my own, creamy, salty semen all over the shiny surface of my black keyboard. I stood over it and watched the cum seep down the sides of the letters and wondered at the state it would be in by the time the holidays were over.

As I wondered that Julie was at my ear again as she unplugged the phone.

“Enjoy that did you? You might wish you were still aroused in a second though!”

With that warning Julie stepped aside and began recording again as Marcus came up behind me and forced my body to be bent over my desk. He kicked my ankles apart and before I could say or do anything he plunged his hard again dick straight into my ass!

Marcus buggered me like he hated me. He was hard and rough and took no notice of me or my body just rammed his cock back and forth in my ass as I gasped and gurgled and just lay over my desk taking it like the bitch I had become. His balls slapped against my thighs noisily and I looked up as Julie got a close up of me on her phone. Again he was quick, this time firing his seed deep in my bowels and I just lay there and took it, hoping that it would all be over soon.

In fact I lay across my desk like that as Marcus got dressed and Julie saw him out too. I could hear the two of them chatting in the corridor before the door opened and closed. When she finally returned I just about managed to lift my head off the desk and ask in a weak, faltering voice.


“Oh babe you were magnificent!”

You see Julie and I had ‘hooked up’ several month earlier. It had been mutual lust, neither of us had encountered someone else as filthy, dirty and nasty minded as each other and we had recognised a kindred spirit immediately. We had hidden the coupling from the office, for one thing the upper management frowned on these types of relationships and for another we enjoyed the secrecy and thrill of a quick, risky encounter in my office or the toilets with the remote possibility of being discovered. And of course because there were kinky opportunities like tonight that could be engineered if our relationship was not public. So if you feel lied to in the previous recanting of that night, Etlik Escort Bayan good, but take solace in the fact you were not the only one.

In the four months or so we had been together we had done so much together. Tonight was not the first time we had involved a third party, just last month at a grotty little flat in the poor end of the city we had visited a cheap whore’s flat and spent an hour and a hundred pounds on a nasty three way session that we had both loved. And now this, tonight. It had been carefully planned and perfectly executed by Julie and it had allowed us to live one of our (many) kinky, perverted fantasies.

Julie opened my bottom desk drawer and produced a brown paper parcel with a striking pink, glitter covered ribbon and bow.

“An early Christmas present for your trip home. Something to wear under your coat.”

I eagerly tore the present open and smiled as it revealed a pair of matching frilly red bra and panties and stockings. I looked up at my smiling partner quizzically.

“Your size darling. You slip into them then put your trench coat on and we’ll go home shall we?”

“And you? What are you wearing under your coat?”

I could have guessed the answer.

“I’ll go as is.”

She was standing there stark naked, cum stains on her thigh and cheeks and looking utterly fuckable.


With our party outfits stuffed in a duffel bag we ran into the cold, dark, Winter night and laughing almost hysterically we hailed a taxi. I think both of us were turned on at what we had on (or not) under out matching long, beige trench coats. The first driver to pull over was a Pakistani with little English but Julie leaned forward, gifting him a long view down her front as she gave an address a couple of streets from her flat. I could only guess why she didn’t want to give her home address. In the back seat we giggled and played with each other, our hands diving under each other’s jackets. I could see the driver spending as much time glancing in his rear view mirror (and adjusting it to give a better view of us) as watching the deserted road in front of him. Julie could too and I knew she loved the attention.

Before we knew it the car drew into the side. We were at the top of a fairly deserted street of industrial units. We got out and Julie pushed me to one side and clearly indicated to let her deal with the fare. I stepped back into the shadows and watched as she leaned in the window and bartered, then when the driver’s door opened she dropped to her knees on the cold, hard pavement and leaned her head forward into his lap and slowly started to bob up and down as she clearly sucked him off to pay our fare.

The driver leaned back in his seat and lit a cigarette and took a long draw on it and waved it at where I stood. He really was quite the horrible looking man. In his fifties, with greasy, unkempt hair and when he smiled as Julie went deep he flashed a mostly toothless grin before taking another draw on his smoke. I remembered the overpowering smell of body odour and curry about him as swell and couldn’t believe Julie was sucking him off as she was. And I was standing there, the belt loosened on my coat and my hand stuck down the front of the panties I was sporting and playing with myself as I watched, engrossed.

Julie’s movements speeded up and her head was coming higher up then lower down, on one of her descents the taxi driver firmly placed his hand on the back of her head and held her there. I could imagine her gurgling and gagging and then the bastard grunted and bucked in his seat and clearly came in her mouth. As soon as he was done he shoved her head out of his lap and even as she was still kneeling there he flicked his cigarette butt at her and slammed his door and sped away, shouting something in Urdu that neither of us understood. But could imagine what he was saying about us.

I stumbled over to help Julie up, her coat was unbelted too now and we embraced then she leaned up and gave me a long, energetic French kiss and at the perfect moment spat the load of the taxi drivers cum from her mouth into mine!

It was disgusting but the heady mixture of the humiliation of it and her lithe body wrapped around mine and kissing me so passionately overrode that and I took the foul glob into my mouth and swallowed it as I knew she wanted. But I was fit to bust and was not going to wait until we had reached her flat. I spun her around and forcefully bent her over a rubbish bin with a scattering of cigarette butts stubbed out on the ashtray atop it. Ignoring her complaints as to that I reached down and flipped the ends of her coat up her back and simultaneously pulled down my new panties, I balled them up and reached forward to stuff them in Julie’s mouth and stabbed my straining dick between her ass cheeks and rammed it into her asshole. The one thing about having a smaller cock is that it makes anal so much easier and as I began a hard and fast rhythm of ploughing into Julie’s ass there on the street I knew I would not last long, but I tried my hardest not to cum too quickly as I knew she would be loving this. Even so it was mere minutes later that I fired my spunk into her asshole, gasping at last and leaning forward atop her back. We lay like that for a moment before she slipped out from under me and once more dropped to her knees and greedily took my cock, fresh from her ass, into her mouth and cleaned and drained it.

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Chasing Waterfalls Ch. 02

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After they laid there under the waterfall fast asleep for quite a while, Steve awoke and looked over at Kim. “Wow,” he thought, “that was amazing,” almost not believing what had just happened. The wild fucking under the waterfall — simply incredible. Thoughts of Kim kneeling down and sucking his cock there in the water entered his mind, making Steve’s cock very hard again. The way she took his cock deep into his throat as she held his balls, massaging them — and then alternating between licking his balls and thrusting his cock down in her throat, over and over again. And the way he had draped her over the rock as his hard stiff cock penetrated her hot pussy, and he thrust his throbbing cock deep inside her — in and out, in and out, in and out — and it felt so good.

While Steve sat there thinking about all this, he had begun playing with his cock, stroking it wildly, and very soon his cock exploded, sending cum out the tip of his cock and all over his hand. As he continued to stroke it, he just kept thinking of Kim and the erotic scene in which he had just participated out there among the lush greenness.

As Steve sat there with his cock in his hand, reveling in the orgasm he had just experienced, he looked over at Kim, still sleeping beside him there in the water. Thinking about how beautiful, sexy and sensual she was, his mind then turned to the first time he saw her in Central Park. He had felt so drawn to her, and that was the first time he realized just how incredibly attracted he was to her. He had almost talked to her then, but a man approached her asking for directions, and after talking with that man for a little bit, she had walked away with him. And after that, every time he saw her, she was either with Craig or running to meet him. And then, he didn’t see her again — until he was on the plane and saw her boarding for their trip to Maui.

Of course, Steve was thinking now that perhaps he should tell her the whole story. But he was somehow afraid to do so, not wanting her to think he was stalking her or something. After all, that man she had walked away with turned out to be a new guy in his office named Craig, and they worked at the same stock brokerage firm on Wall Street. So when Craig asked Kim to move in with him, Steve had heard talk of it around the office. And when Kim and Craig had gotten engaged, he had heard about that, too. And naturally, when Kim broke up with Craig, he had heard the scuttlebutt about that drama as well, including the fact that she had found Craig in bed with another woman. It was all so complicated, especially explaining the fact that he had found out that Kim was going to go on what was supposed to have been Craig and Kim’s honeymoon alone — and basically following her here to finally actually meet her. Steve knew the whole thing sounded weird, and he wasn’t ready to talk to Kim about it. Not yet.

As Steve sat there thinking about all that, Kim awoke and gazed over at him and then said, “Wow, Steve, that was incredible,” still not believing how hot and erotic their encounter had been.

“Yes, it was amazing,” Steve said, as he leaned over and kissed Kim again. “I can’t believe I’m out here in such an amazing place with such a beautiful and sexy woman,” he said, hoping Kim realized just how sincere he was being.

Kim looked over at him, smiled, and then said, “That’s very nice of you to say, but I think I’m the lucky one.”

Steve looked at Kim as she said this, very captivated by her beauty and the special aura she seemed to have around her. Pulling her closely, he kissed her — a very deep and passionate kiss that sent electrical charges throughout their bodies. And that’s all it took. Steve pulled her close, and as he did so, she climbed on top of him, positioning herself over his hard cock and pushing it hard deep inside her hot, wet vagina.

As Kim squeezed his cock tightly, she said, “Oh God, Steve, I can’t believe how hot you make me. Fuck me again, baby… fuck me again.”

As she said this, Steve began pushing his cock inside her, without saying a word. He just looked Kim in the eyes and took in the moment, so incredibly turned on by this amazing woman. Gasping, Kim leaned over and began kissing Steve, sticking her tongue inside his mouth as they continued to fuck. As their tongues danced in each other’s mouths, they continued to fuck wildly as Steve pushed his cock in and out of Kim’s hot pussy and Kim squeezed her pussy around Steve’s very hard cock.

Then pulling herself up, Kim squeezed the tip of his cock with her pussy, swiveling and gyrating her hips, and then dropping herself hard on top of his cock again, and again, and again.

Loving how sexy and sexual Kim was, Steve reached out and grabbed her tits, squeezing them tightly and then holding her nipples between his fingers as he rolled them, making them very hard and erect. Then he pulled her closer and began sucking on her nipples as she continued to pump his hard cock.

“Oh God, baby,” Kim said Escort Ankara breathlessly, “keeping sucking my nipples. That feels so good, and your cock feels amazing inside me.”

And as Steve continued to suck on Kim’s nipples, and as she moaned and gasped there on top of him, they both erupted into wild orgasms — gasping, yelling out simultaneously, saying how incredibly hot and wild it was to be fucking wildly out there in the dense brush in Maui. A dream come true, Kim thought.

As they both came wildly, gasping and moaning, Kim just keeping thinking how amazing being with Steve like this was, how hot and erotic the whole scene was, and how she had never imagined that this would happen today.

As their orgasms subsided, Kim pulled back a little, feeling as though she was in a daze. Finally, Kim said, “Wow, Steve, the way you fuck me is absolutely electrifying. I can’t believe all this is happening. I haven’t been fucked like this in a very long time.”

“Oh God, me too,” Steve said, “making love to you is amazing,” thinking that there was something very special developing between them.

And then Steve motioned to Kim to sit back down beside him, and as she did, he put his arm around her and they sat there for a little bit, taking in the beauty and the sensual feelings that were coursing through their bodies.

After a few minutes, Steve said, “Well, as much as I hate to break the spell, there’s lots more to see. Shall we continue our drive on the Road to Hana now?”

Looking at Steve with a glazed look on her face, she said, “OK, that sounds good.”

After getting dressed, Kim and Steve began walking hand-in-hand back to his rental car. When they reached his car, he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips, squeezed her hands, and then let her in the passenger side. As Steve walked to the driver’s side, Kim sat there in the car, still trying to process all that was happening, but feeling incredibly good. What a vacation, she thought to herself, never thinking that her first trip to Maui would become such a memorable experience.

As they drove down the road, Steve looked over at Kim and winked. She just smiled in return, still reveling in the moment and their incredibly hot encounters both under the waterfall and afterwards. With as hot as it all had been, Kim couldn’t stop thinking about it in minute detail — and now as she was sitting there in the car, she kept having flashback memories and felt as though she could have another orgasm at any moment. She also felt as though she was floating, and she didn’t want to break the spell by speaking. No, silence is best, she thought, as she continued to revel in the sensuality of it all.

After they had driven for a while, Steve said, “We’re being very quiet, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we are,” Kim said, “I haven’t recovered yet.”

“Recovered? That’s an interesting way to put it,” Steve said with a smirk.

“Yeah, you really wore me out back there,” Kim replied, smiling slightly.

Steve smiled back at Kim, and then said, “That was simply amazing, and you are a very hot, sexy lady.”

“Well, thank you, Steve,” Kim responded, “especially for saying I’m a lady.”

Steve took Kim’s hand and squeezed it, telling her that she was definitely a lady, and a very sexy one. And then he added that he felt so privileged to be able to spend time with her and to share such special intimate moments with her. Looking at him, Kim realized that he was being very honest and sincere with her, and she told him how much she appreciated his words and the time they were spending together.

As they drove down the road, Steve looked over at Kim and winked. She just smiled in return, still reeling in the moment and all that had happened at the waterfall. Then she said, “I’m sorry I’m being so quiet, but it’s so wonderful just taking in how beautiful and serene it is here. And of course, I can’t get what happened back there at the waterfall out of my mind.”

“Yes, it is beautiful, and so are you,” Steve responded, and then adding, “You are an amazing lady, Kim, and what happened back there was amazing as well.”

“Well, thank you, Steve,” Kim replied, “And I think you’re pretty amazing yourself.”

Just then, Steve looked ahead, saw that they would soon be approaching Honokalani Black Sand Beach, and asked Kim if she wanted to stop.

“It’s very striking and different,” Steve told Kim, then telling her that Honokalani Black Sand Beach is part of the Waianapanapa State Park. Then he went on to say that the black sand is actually lava pebbles that are very small and smooth, and that the beach itself is in a spectacular setting, surrounded by lava cliffs.

“Wow, that sounds amazing — I definitely want to see it,” Kim replied, thinking that Steve was a great tour guide, especially since he seemed to have a lot of interesting information about these places at his fingertips. “You’re quite the tour guide, Steve,” she added, and then Ankara Escort continued by saying, “I feel lucky to be here with you, and not just because you’re filled with all kinds of interesting information.”

Steve looked over at Kim, so happy to be hearing what she was saying. Then, with all the sincerity he could muster, he said, “No, Kim, I’m the lucky one.”

Kim looked over at him, and thought how great it was being there with Steve. She had just met him that morning, but she was already feeling very comfortable with him, and she really liked feeling that way. Of course, their wild escapade under the waterfall was foremost in her mind, but that wasn’t all. Kim had isolated herself so much since her break-up with Craig, and it felt good to just let loose again. And now, here in Maui, she was feeling ready to explore other possibilities, and she was intrigued by the possibility that Steve could become very important in her life.

Finally, Kim replied to his “lucky” comment by saying, “Well, luck is a relative term, isn’t it? And sometimes luck is just fate and opportunity presenting themselves.”

Steve laughed and then said, “Oh my, you’re getting very philosophical, aren’t you?”

Chuckling a little, Kim said, “Yes, I’ve become a little introspective lately — and I’ve realized that in life, we need to let go sometimes and follow our instincts.”

Looking over at Kim, and liking what he was hearing, Steve replied, “And what are your instincts telling you now?” obviously digging a little for her innermost thoughts.

Realizing that she had walked right into this probing question, Kim asked, “So you want to know what my instincts are telling me, huh?” stalling just a little while she gathered her thoughts.

Not wanting to make her feel trapped into saying something she didn’t want to divulge at this point, Steve responded, “Yes, you talked about following your instincts, and I’m wondering what instincts are saying to you right now.”

Feeling a little trapped by her own rambling and drivel, Kim finally said, “Well, my instincts are telling me that you’re a very nice man, and that although you are still pretty much a stranger to me, I’m very attracted to you. Of course, I can’t seem to get that scene under the waterfall out of my mind. It was so erotic and intense.”

“It was very erotic and very intense, wasn’t it?” Steve replied. “I’ve always wanted to make love to a beautiful woman under a waterfall, but I’ve never had the opportunity before.”

Kim laughed and then said, “Ah yes, opportunity — and maybe a little fate thrown in?”

Steve smiled, thinking that Kim was hitting very close to home right now. Fate. He had always been intrigued by that concept, and now he was starting to believe in it even more. Of course, he had also come to the conclusion that sometimes you have to nudge fate, as he was doing by coming to Maui to meet Kim.

Deciding not to go into the whole fate thing right now with Kim, especially considering the circumstances surrounding his trip to Maui, Steve responded by saying, “Ah, yes,” Steve replied, “the whole stranger thing. Funny, but I don’t feel like you’re a stranger to me at all.” Of course, since Steve knew a lot more about Kim than she realized, in actuality, she was not much of a stranger to him.

Looking at Steve, Kim smiled and then said, “That’s true, Steve, I don’t feel like you’re a stranger either.”

Just then, the signs to the black beach appeared and Steve said he was going to park so they could walk to the beach.

As Steve parked the car and turned off the engine, he sat there for a second, looking over at Kim. Feeling incredibly good to be there with her, Steve thought again not only about how beautiful she was, but also what great company she was. “Beautiful and a great personality,” he thought, “quite a combination.” And besides that, there seemed to be quite a bit of chemistry between them, something that was very apparent when they made love under the waterfall.

Kim looked over at Steve, and noticing his pensive mood, said, “You seem to be very deep in thought.”

Nudging Steve out of an almost trance-like state, Kim’s voice seemed almost like an illusion. And of course, Steve also thought that it was like a dream finally being here with her, and he was drinking in every moment of their day together, savoring and cherishing every second of his time with her.

Finally, Steve said, “I was just thinking how great this day has been so far — and how great it is being out here with you,” as he leaned in to kiss her.

As their lips met, they both immediately felt the chemistry and electricity between them again — and as the kiss intensified, Kim felt herself being lifted off the earth again and flung into orbit once more.

Pausing for a moment, Steve finally said, “Well, what do you say we go explore some more? You’re going to love the black beach.”

“Ok,” Kim replied, as Steve got out of the car Ankara Escort Bayan and opened Kim’s door for her. Then they began walking hand-in-hand toward the beach.

As they approached the beach, Kim was amazed by how striking the black sand looked against the scenery and ocean. It was almost like being on a different planet, and she was stunned by how unusual it all looked. The cliffs, the sand and the ocean all came together to form a unique picture — one like she had never seen before.

Walking slightly away from Steve, Kim knelt down and took some of the sand in her hand, noticing that it was slightly more coarse than white sand, but that it was not gravelly at all. Then she sat down in the sand, and stared at the scene before her for a few moments.

At that point, Steve walked over and sat down in the sand next to her, taking her hand in his as they both just stared at the scene before them. Finally, Kim said, “Wow, this is absolutely beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Smiling knowingly, Steve replied, “Yes, it is beautiful, isn’t it? So different from what people are used to seeing.”

Sitting there in the beach holding hands, Steve and Kim were both very happy and felt very comfortable together. Maui was turning out to be quite an adventure for both of them, and neither one of them could believe what was happening between them. The sparks and chemistry stirring between them were becoming very intense, and they were both enjoying that aspect of the day very much. Of course, they were also enjoying seeing the scenery together.

Looking over at Steve, Kim just smiled and squeezed his hand. Steve looked back at her, and then scooted a little closer to her and put his arm around her shoulder. In silence, they sat there on the beach for several minutes, just enjoying the beautiful scenery and being together.

Finally, Steve stood up, grabbed Kim by the hand, and started leading her closer toward the ocean. “Come on,” he said, “let’s go in the ocean.”

Kim hesitated, and then said, “But we’ll get our clothes wet.”

Steve looked over at her — and then, before he could say anything, Kim started running toward the water and threw herself into the ocean. Laughing, as she splashed playfully, Kim said, “Oh, well — I guess my clothes are wet.” Of course, that wasn’t the only thing that was wet.

Laughing, Steve stood there on the beach for a moment or two — and then he ran into the ocean as well. Throwing himself into the water, he came up laughing, telling Kim that she had surprised him. He thought she was going to be timid and not want to get her clothes wet, but she had fooled him.

As Kim bobbed up and down in the water, jumping to take a wave, she laughed and said, “Well, for a second there, I was trying to decide if I wanted to be a party-pooper or just throw caution to the wind. And then I decided, what the heck.”

Nodding, Steve laughed again, and then said, “Yes, I think that should be our motto while we’re in Maui — what the heck!!”

“Good plan,” Kim replied, laughing lightly as she continued to bob up and down in the ocean. “After all, you only live once, right?”

Steve smiled knowingly, and then said, “Yes, I agree — you only live once, so you should go for the gusto.” Of course, in his mind, he was also thinking that he was glad he had “gone for the gusto” when he planned this trip around Kim’s itinerary. Now, if he could only get up the nerve to tell her the whole story. Little did he know that Craig had already tried to tell her, but she hadn’t believed him.

Steve and Kim stayed out there in the ocean for quite a while, enjoying the fresh water and the scenery. As Kim looked toward the shore, she was still amazed at how strikingly different the scenery was here with the black sand and the lava cliffs. And then she realized just how happy and peaceful she felt — and also realized that she hadn’t thought about Craig for quite a while now. And that thought made her very happy, too.

At this point, it was getting later into the afternoon, and Steve wanted to take Kim to the Seven Sacred Pools still. But he was having so much fun out there in the ocean with Kim that he didn’t want to interrupt the moment. Thinking that they should stay there in the ocean for a while longer, he decided that being at the Seven Sacred Pools at sunset would be a beautiful experience, so he then became less worried about the time. Of course, he was on vacation in Maui with a beautiful woman, one who he had wanted to meet and spend time with for quite a while now, so the last thing he wanted to do was worry about time and being places.

With Steve very deep in thought, he was suddenly brought back to reality when he heard Kim gasp and exclaim, “Oh, Steve — look at the dolphins!!”

Steve looked over and saw three dolphins there in the ocean, swimming along, and then jumping in unison. It looked almost surreal, and Kim was obviously elated by the sight.

“Aren’t they incredible?” she exclaimed. “I just love dolphins — they are so beautiful,” thinking that this was an amazing addition to her trip to Maui, being there in the ocean with Steve and three dolphins — and that it couldn’t get much better than that.

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