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A young man in jeans and a TransFlyte golf shirt watched the last piece of luggage get picked up from the baggage claim carousel by a middle-aged businessman. He saw the single remaining girl’s exasperated expression, even from a distance. When the carousel stopped, she stared at it as if trying to make it move again.

Finally, she turned and glanced around the nearly empty baggage claim area. It was late evening. Few, if any more, flights would be arriving that night. When it looked like she might leave, the young man walked out of the shadows.

She looked at him once. Then twice. She saw the logo on his shirt and turned to face him. He was close now.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“Are there any more bags from flight 346?”

He had been told she was cute. The guys in Orlando had lied to him. She was gorgeous: light brown hair with even lighter streaks through it; a perfect tan; full breasts under a tight top; tiny waist; body-hugging jeans; and, long legs.

He found himself staring into her incredible eyes, saying, “No. That’s it, I’m afraid. Missing one?”

“Two, actually,” she said with disgust.

“Maybe they came on an earlier flight.”

Her face seemed to physically brighten at the words.

“Really? Where would they be?” she asked.

“Upstairs. Behind the ticket counter. We have an office where we store them,” he said nonchalantly.

“Can we check?”

She was nearly walking before she finished asking.

“Sure. I’ll take you,” the young man volunteered.

His leisurely pace didn’t suit her, but if he took her to her ‘lost’ luggage, it would be worth it, she supposed.

“Been on vacation?” the man asked.

“Yeah. A cruise,” she answered.

“Wow. That would be nice. It’s turning so cold up here.”

The got on an escalator.

“I’ll need to give them your name,” he said, looking back over his shoulder at her.

“Amanda Peters.”

“OK, Amanda. I’m Joel.”

“Hi.”

At the top of the escalator, they turned left and made their way to the TransFlyte ticket counter. The near total absence of customers made the normally bustling scene seem almost eerie to Amanda. Joel led her beyond the TSA scanners and to the side of the ticket counter.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back,” Joel told her.

He closed the office door behind him and looked at the man behind the desk.

“Holy shit, Tom. This one is flat out gorgeous,” Joel said. “My cock’s throbbing already.”

“Relax,” Tom said with a smile. “We’ve got all evening. Did you see how dead it is out there?”

Joel nodded, fully realizing the consequences of the statement.

Before he could respond, a tall girl in her early twenties, about Amanda’s age, came through the office’s back door.

“Well?” she asked.

“Hey, Angie. She’s here. She’s beautiful and she’s VERY anxious to get her luggage,” Joel told her.

Angie sat on a couch and grinned. “How anxious?”

“I’m pretty sure she’d do almost anything to get those bags,” Joel said.

“OK,” Tom interrupted. “You guys know the routine. If it looks like she’s going to panic, back off. Let’s do it.”

Joel turned, opened the office door, and called for Amanda to come in.

Tom was a thirty year old supervisor for TransFlyte and had worked with Joel and Angie for nearly a year. The trio hit it off immediately and found themselves killing time during slow periods with open discussions about their sexual fantasies. Angie, being the youngest as well as an attractive blonde, was often the target of the men’s pestering; but, she took it in stride.

Tom initiated the ‘baggage diversion program’ six months earlier. It took some cooperation from his friends at the airlines in other cities, but the compensation he paid them in the form of confiscated liquor and cigarettes was well worth it.

When he saw Amanda enter the office, he knew the price would be very high. He stared at her model-like figure and stunning face while Joel closed the door behind her. Angie was equally transfixed on the couch, restlessly crossing her legs as she watched.

“Hello, Miss…um, Peters. Correct?” Tom said, staring at a piece of paper on his desk.

“Yes,” she replied.

“It seems there was a mix up with your luggage,” Tom said in a monotone voice.

“Do you have them?”

Tom looked at her intently. Without fail, this was the point where he could begin to tell if the ‘victim’ was going to cooperate. More than once, luggage was turned over to women who appeared ready to get combative.

“We do.”

“May I have them?” Amanda asked.

“It seems, Amanda, that there was a problem with some of the contents of your baggage,” Tom said.

“A problem? Like what?”

Tom nodded at Joel, who vanished into the area Angie had come from. A few seconds later, he returned with Amanda’s bags in tow. He placed them beside Tom’s desk.

The supervisor rose from his chair and stood by the bags.

“You realize, of course, that bags are randomly checked for drugs, explosives, and so forth,” Tom izmit rus escort said, beginning to unzip the largest of the bags. “This bag was one of those.”

Amanda’s stomach turned from anger as she watched the bag being opened.

“You know damn well there’s nothing like that in there,” she said.

“But we didn’t at the time,” Tom said, laying the bag completely open.

All eyes were on the contents. A layer of neatly folded clothes did not, on the surface, seem very unlawful. Tom dug his hands deep along the side of the bag.

“Ah ha,” he declared.

When he pulled his hand out, he was holding a large box containing a bottle of rum.

“I’m allowed to have that,” Amanda said loudly.

Tom dug on the other side of the suitcase and pulled out a second, identical box.

“You declared all this, of course,” Tom said.

Amanda scowled at him.

Tom stared back at her. “Well, maybe that’s irrelevant. The fact is, we all know about it. And it seems to me that you should reward our finding your bags by allowing us to sample it.”

“You didn’t ‘find’ my bags. You stole them,” Amanda stated, as if she was a lawyer trying to convince a jury.

“Are you really in a position to be making accusations, Amanda?”

Tom was already opening one of the boxes and letting the large bottle slide out into his hand. Joel and Angie looked on with anticipation, knowing where Tom was probably going with this one.

“Angie, would you go get us some Coke, please?” Tom said.

Amanda was resigned to the fact some, if not all, of her expensive rum was about to be dispersed among the staff members. She chose to remain calm, if not content.

Tom opened the bottle and whiffed the contents. Soon, Angie was back with three large glasses of soda. She placed them on Tom’s desk and returned to her couch.

Amanda expected him to pour her rum into the glasses. Instead, he put the bottle down and revisited the luggage.

“It’s been a long day, Amanda. I think me and the staff would like to be served,” Tom said, turning over several pieces of clothing in the suitcase. “You can act as the cocktail waitress. But we need something for you to wear. Something appropriate.”

Amanda’s throat began to tighten at the tone of his voice and the fact he was rummaging through her stuff.

“Listen,” she said. “Take the rum. Both of them if you want. Just let me go home.”

Tom pushed aside several articles of Amanda’s clothing before seeming to find what he was after. Everybody watched him pull out a single, tiny item. It was light blue and nearly fit in the palm of his hand.

Only when he held it up did it become apparent what he had: a silk thong.

“Perfect,” Tom exclaimed.

Joel smiled from ear to ear. In all the previous ‘detentions’ they had pulled off, they had never found a sexier item to be worn by a sexier girl. He saw the glee in Angie’s eyes.

“If you don’t mind…,” Amanda started to say.

“Oh, c’mon,” Tom said harshly. “Don’t act like your so modest, Amanda. The only reason you’d pack something like this is to be seen in it. So we’ll give you that opportunity.”

His meaning was obvious and Amanda considered her options. She was ready to turn and leave.

“Put this on and serve us, or never see the bags again—or any of their contents.”

Like the money-conscious girl she was, Amanda did some quick math in her head to try to calculate how much she’d lose. It was substantial. Twenty seconds passed in silence.

“You can walk out of her tonight, Amanda, with both bags and both bottles of rum. Well, what’s left of them anyway,” Tom said calmly. “Just do as I say.”

Amanda glared at him. Tom tossed her the thong.

“Put it on.”

One last thought of escape preceded Amanda unbuttoning her jeans. She pulled down the zipper and kicked off her shoes. She saw all three TransFlyte employees following the movement of her hands as she pushed down on the top of her pants.

A pair of white bikini panties emerged from under the jeans as they slid down her legs. Amanda pulled her foot out of one pant leg, and then the other. The anger inside her showed as she flung the jeans on the floor.

She reached for her panties.

“Uh huh!” Tom shouted. “Not yet. I want everything off.”

“You fucking pervert,” Amanda barked. “Is this the only way you can get your kicks?”

“No. It’s the only way you can get your luggage, and clothes, and liquor.”

Amanda gripped the bottom of her shirt and angrily yanked it over her head. A bra that matched her tiny panties clung closely to her ample breasts. The nipples were prominent through the thin material and even the darker ovals of her areolas were evident. The erection that began for Joel in the baggage claim area grew quickly inside his pants.

Amanda delayed the next move until looking at Tom and receiving his command to continue—a gentle nod of his head. She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. She held it in place for a couple seconds before allowing it to drop off.

Each izmit escort of the employees did a silent inspection of Amanda’s faultless tits. They envisioned themselves taking Amanda in their mouth, licking and sucking on the erect nipples. The men thought of the feel of the tits wrapped around their aching cocks.

All in due time.

The show was about to reach the final act. With youthful grace, Amanda pulled off her panties, reached for the thong, and slid it up her silky thighs. She pulled on the straps to put everything in its place. She hoped that the quick glance everybody got of her neatly shaven pussy would be the last.

“Turn around,” Tom said.

Amanda turned half way, hesitated for an instant to allow a view of her round, firm cheeks, and then faced the supervisor again.

“Well done. I think we’ll get along just fine,” Tom said. “Now, lets party. If you would please do the honors, Amanda.”

He held up the bottle of rum and Amanda walked over to the desk. She poured a generous amount of rum into each glass of Coke before setting the bottle back down. Joel took a seat in the only empty chair remaining, never taking his eyes off the nearly naked girl.

“Women first,” Tom said. “That one’s Angie’s.”

Amanda picked up a glass and went to the couch. Her eyes met Angie’s for a brief instant before Angie got her first close look at Amanda’s body. Even when Amanda turned to get another glass, Angie followed the swaying ass.

Both men were served with the same scrutiny provided. Amanda did not sense any lessening of her self-conscious feelings.

“Don’t you think Angie’s just the cutest little thing?” Tom asked Amanda.

She answered with a timid grin and a nod.

“She’d prefer that the luggage belonged to a man, but guess what? Ends up she likes beautiful women, too.”

The lust in Angie’s eyes was unmistakable. When she had Amanda’s full attention, she said, “Especially young ones in thongs. Come here, Amanda.”

Amanda’s heart pounded as she made her way across the office. She stopped a few feet in front of Angie.

“Closer,” Angie said.

Amanda stepped forward.

“Kiss me.”

The words were barely audible. They stunned Amanda into stillness. And then she bent over.

Angie leaned forward at the same time. Amanda stopped short of touching Angie’s lips, so the girl on the couch put her hand behind Amanda’s head and pulled her closer. Their lips finally came together in a soft kiss.

Standing in front of the men in a thong bothered Amanda. Bending over as she did to kiss Angie bothered her. But the kiss itself, to her surprise, was not an unpleasant experience. Certainly it was a first for Amanda, but not as dreadful as she might have expected.

Angie let the kiss continue for a few seconds before sliding her tongue across Amanda’s lips. Before she realized it, Amanda was returning the favor. Then the women’s mouths were open and the kiss was turning sensual.

Tom and Joel drank quietly as the scene on the couch unfolded. Joel was the first to stroke his cock through his pants. Tom’s hand was hidden by the desk, but was clearly doing the same.

It seemed like an eternity to Amanda before the kiss ended. When she leaned back up, her head was spinning. Angie winked at her and ran her tongue across the top of her glass. Amanda felt her pussy respond with a quiver.

“Wow,” Tom sighed. “You girls were made for each other, I think. But it was Joel that brought you to us, Amanda. How about thanking him in person.”

Joel put his glass on a nearby table and watched Amanda approach him. His eyes had trouble leaving her full breasts. And when they did, they traveled down to the tiny piece of material covering her pussy. The indentation of the fabric outlined the hole his cock craved.

Amanda started to lean over as she did for Angie.

“No,” Joel stopped her. “Sit on my lap.”

He held his legs together to form a seat and waited for Amanda to comply with his order. She eventually straddled his legs and took her place on top of his knees.

“Closer,” he said, reaching out his hands and grabbing her by the waist.

He pulled her as she scooted forward. By the time she stopped, her breasts were just inches from his face and her pussy rested against his cock. Joel didn’t say a word as he tilted his head and put his lips on her right nipple. He licked her twice before putting the nipple between his lips. Soon, the entire end of her tit was in his mouth and he was sucking on it.

Joel put his hands on the back of her ass and pulled her even closer, forcing her to rub his cock with her pussy. She could feel him through his pants. And then she felt his teeth around her nipple and she groaned out loud.

Tom laughed quietly.

“She wants it, Joel. Try the other one,” he said.

Joel lightly bit on the other nipple and Amanda fought back a response. But her body couldn’t resist. Waves of pleasure flowed through her.

She gladly stood up when he was finished. It was Tom’s turn and she was prepared for the kocaeli escort worst.

Tom rose from the chair and met Amanda at the side of his desk.

“That was a fine introduction to everybody,” he said. “I think everybody really likes you. I know I do.”

He moved behind Amanda and wrapped his arms around her. The palms of his hands lie flat on her breasts. Then he let his fingers take a firmer grip.

“Can you feel how hard I am, Amanda?”

Even before he pressed harder against her ass she had felt his erection.

“Joel was over there playing with himself when you and Angie were kissing. Imagine how excited he’d be if you and Angie, say, made out. Watching two women have sex is about as good as it gets,” Tom said, squeezing Amanda’s nipples and feeling her body stiffen.

“Would you do that for us?” Tom asked.

“No,” Amanda said defiantly.

Tom slid a hand inside the front of her thong and found her clit.

“I think if you got horny enough you’d do it.”

He rubbed her harder and faster. Amanda tried to pull her pussy away, but it only caused her ass to push against his cock.

“Maybe you don’t need your luggage after all,” he said, moving his hand down until he could insert a finger inside her dripping cunt.

Amanda moaned. “OK. OK. Stop.”

“You’ll do it?”

“Yes,” Amanda whimpered.

As soon as the word left her mouth, Angie was unbuttoning her blouse. Tom continued to play with Amanda while everybody in the room watched Angie strip. She had the blouse and bra off quickly, followed by her jeans. She stood to remove her panties and sat back down on the couch once she was naked.

Even Amanda had to marvel at the blonde’s scrumptious body. The tits were firm if not overly large. But everything was proportioned to perfection and the pussy, with it thin strip of hair above the clit, was very inviting.

By the time Tom let her go, Amanda could have been talked into almost anything—including sex with a girl she’d never met before.

Angie spread her legs as an invitation, and Amanda accepted; but, with reservation.

“I never…I mean…I never did this…,” Amanda stammered.

Angie smiled. “It’s OK. Do what you’d want somebody to do to you. It’s easier than you think.”

Somewhat more confident, Amanda got on her knees between Angie’s long legs. She was so concerned with Angie that Amanda didn’t hear the sounds behind her of Tom’s pants coming off. As Amanda moved forward, so did Tom—with his hard cock emerging from under his shorts.

Amanda wasn’t secure enough to head straight for Angie’s pussy, so she kissed all around the area, amazed by the delightfully soft, smooth skin of the girl’s body. Amanda worked her way up the inside of Angie’s thighs until it was inevitable that she had to contact the warm pussy.

Tom waited patiently for Amanda’s tongue and lips to settle into their place between Angie’s legs. Once he saw that Amanda was working feverishly on Angie’s clit, he moved.

His hands skimmed across Amanda’s ass, who gave the impression of being oblivious to his actions. Tom pulled aside the thin strip of thong to reveal her moist cunt. He let his cock slide up and down the crack of her ass before sliding it between her legs.

Whether resigned to her fate or too engrossed in eating Angie, Amanda did not challenge the fact Tom’s cock was sitting at the entrance to her cunt. She felt the large head enter her as she bit harder on Angie’s clit. Both girls let out muffled moans.

Tom drove his cock in until his balls smacked up against Amanda’s tight ass. He held her by the hips and started to fuck her slowly. Amanda, meanwhile, moved her mouth down to Angie’s hole and used her tongue in place of a cock. Then the pace picked up and the moans grew louder.

Amanda put her hands under Angie’s ass and lifted her from the couch to get a better angle into the juicy cunt. She was truly guessing as to what to do, but took Angie’s advice and probed every corner of the hole with her tongue. A short while later, she was back licking the clit while Tom fucked her from behind.

Angie closed her eyes and played with her own tits. She felt an orgasm quickly building. When she opened her eyes, she saw Joel pulling on his stiff cock. Angie always loved being watched and both men were getting great views.

Amanda put the clit between her lips and bit down.

“Oh God, Amanda. Yes! Just like that!” Angie cried.

Tom was playing with Amanda’s tits and driving the young woman wild with desire. His thick cock more than filled her cunt and, like Angie, she was nearing a climax. But Angie’s squeals signaled she might cum first.

“Ohhhh, yes! Harder! Please, lick me harder!”

Amanda complied. She could feel Angie’s body ready to explode. She knew what Angie was feeling and it wouldn’t be long. Amanda put the clit inside her mouth.

“Fuck. Now! Now! I’m cumming,” Angie screamed.

Amanda tried to keep licking as Angie squirmed on the couch. She wrapped her arms under Angie’s thighs and held on. The sound and sight of Angie cumming must have excited Tom, because Amanda felt the force of his thrusts increase.

Angie continued to moan even as her orgasm was subsiding. Tom waited until the girl was done, pulled out of Amanda, and said, “Turn around.”

My first, memorable threesome was in that fancy gym in Bangkok where I had recently met who I called my Egyptian magician, who had seduced and initiated me. And the threesome was orchestrated by that Egyptian diplomat as well. He had been eyeing a military attaché from the Israeli embassy on the exercise floor—a man pushing his forties, built close to the ground but with long arms, almost simian in appearance but not unattractive; ropy muscles, swarthy, quite hirsute, particularly strong-looking legs, arms, and pecs, some interesting battle scars that made him distinctive in a dangerous, mysterious sort of way. He practiced a lot on the rings, and the way his muscles bulged during these exercises was very attracting.

The Egyptian propositioned the Israeli late one evening, who in turn said the one he really had his eye on at the gym was me. The Egyptian said I held myself aloof, but that he had had me, and if the Israeli arranged with the management for the three of us to stay past closing (which was a common occurrence at that gym—it was a male-male pickup joint), the Egyptian thought he could loosen me up for an approach by the Israeli, if the Israeli would accept a threesome. The Egyptian didn’t really tell me any of this until after the fact.

The Egyptian and I were in the sauna, and he was kissing me and playing with my nipples with his hands, in preparation, I thought, for another massage izmit rus escort treatment at his house later to end in a fuck. He was quite lithe and limber—not to mention inventive—that Egyptian, and I’d already become addicted to what his long, rather thin cock could do to me. The Israeli entered the sauna and sat on the bench across, but not too far away from us. I thought the Egyptian would break away from me then, as he usually did when another man entered the sauna. But he kept on kissing me and his hand went to rubbing my cock through the towel I had around my waist.

The Israeli was watching us intently, and when the Egyptian’s lips left mine and moved down to my nipples and I arched my chest back for him, I saw the Israeli rubbing his own cock through his towel as well. Off came my towel, and the Egyptian was stroking my cock with his hand. Off came the Israeli’s towel also, and I could see he had a hard on. The Egyptian stroked me and the Israeli stroked himself. His cock was a normal size, but it was heavily veined and had a nice big mushroom head on it. He was running his free hand around on his hairy chest, pinching at his nipples, and his eyes held mine and I could see how badly he wanted me.

It wasn’t long until he was sitting beside us. I had the Egyptian on one side and the Israeli on the other. The Israeli was kissing me now and had a hand wrapped around my izmit escort cock, and the Egyptian was running a hand between my chest and the chest and lap of the Israeli. It wasn’t long before I had an engorged cock in each hand. The Israeli kissed his way down my torso and into my lap, while the Egyptian was kissing me on the mouth. I felt the Israeli’s lips on the head of my cock, but the Egyptian spoke then, suggesting that we needed to get out of the hot sauna and that we could continue under the water in the shower.

Shortly thereafter, we were under a light shower of water, the Israeli kneeling in front of me, working my cock with his mouth, and the Egyptian kneeling behind me, working my ass with his tongue. This went on until I had cum for the Israeli, Meanwhile, the Egyptian had my asshole opened wide and wet. The Egyptian stood and moved away from us, watching, as the Israeli also stood and turned me toward the tiled wall, moist and slippery from the water running down it from the shower. His pelvis was planted in mine, with his hard cock pushing at the small of my back. His arms were wrapped around my torso, with his fingers digging into my nipples. He was kissing my neck and whispering to me how beautiful my body was. He was polite enough to ask me if he could fuck me. And I was aroused enough to tell him he could.

He got his powerful thighs between mine and practically lifted my legs off kocaeli escort the floor. One hand left my chest to help guide his cock. And I felt him at the hole the Egyptian had prepared from him. I turned my head and his lips possessed mine. I could see the Egyptian go down on his knees behind the Israeli. The Israeli was rimming my asshole with that mushroom head of his and then, with a long intake of breath, he started entering me. His tongue went wild in my mouth, as his cock forced its way up my ass canal. I stood on my tip toes and widened my access as much as I could for him. His cock wasn’t as long as the Egyptian’s was, but it was a little thicker. I was able to manage him in to the hilt, though, with little pain. His hands glided up my arms then, which he forced over my head, and he held my wrists against the wet tiles and pumped his dick up into me in long strokes. All the time he was telling me how nice my body—particularly my ass—was, which was just what I wanted to hear. He got so carried away that the Hebrew started fighting with the English for attention, but I thought it was nice to be having my body praised in another language.

He gave a little grunt and a cry out and his cock lurched inside me. I looked around and realized that the Egyptian was standing behind and hunched over the Israeli and fucking him now. The Israeli shot off inside me almost immediately then, but held me there, close to the tiled wall, with his body covering mine until the Egyptian was finished fucking him.

We all kissed and showered off and the Egyptian did take me home then to give me a good massage—and fuck me again in the leisure of his bedroom.

Blondie Beds Her Needy Brother Pt.1

Caring Cajun cutie services sibling’s special needs

My thirty-something hotwife, Blondie, and I had invited a young man over to our home one Saturday for an afternoon and evening of casual sexual fun that proved to be much more of an erotic adventure than we ever could have anticipated. Not only did Blondie also have sex with that fellow…but she bedded his virginal, eighteen-year-old, high school-senior nephew as well…during an eventful day which triggered subsequent actions that led to my eventual discovery of her extensive incestual escapades beginning at that same age. Those events are recounted in the two-part Blondie Bags a Black Cherry.

Likely the proximate cause of her life-long promiscuity as an adult, those incestual adventures were assuredly a factor in her later, eager acceptance of the hotwife, cuckolding lifestyle when I’d suggested it a few years into our marriage. She had taken to her hotwife role enthusiastically, sexually entertaining dozens upon dozens of men, as well as the two of us, in countless liaisons. I look back now and wonder if we don’t owe all that pleasure and excitement to her brother for his role in making her the highly sexual creature she came to be.

What led to my eventual discovery was the fact that Jeff, the young man who’d shown up for the afternoon tryst with Blondie, had a condition called strabismus, commonly referred to as lazy or wandering eye by the general public although that is medically incorrect. I would have thought that his overall physical appearance, which I would characterize as a bit lounge-lizard seedy, was apparently more of a turnoff for my gorgeous blonde wife than his ocular abnormality…except that I knew my naughty bayou babe had a pronounced weakness for bad boys.

Whatever her reasons, she had initially balked at having sex with him until I took her aside and reminded her of another young man…a transient Wyoming cowboy she’d once picked up in a downtown Mobile bar. He had also been a bit honkytonk sleazy and…quite coincidentally…had the same sort of eye condition and she had been extremely responsive to him.

That pointed but accurate reminder had overcome Blondie’s objection and she had responded sexually with Jeff just as she’d done with the cowboy…although she’d tried to conceal it from me initially…requesting that I let her fuck him in private their first time. When I’d cracked the bedroom door and looked in on them, her behavior was identical to what I’d witnessed with the cowboy…my little Cajun slut fully consumed with feverish desire and unbridled passion…avidly fucking this fellow. And just as she had with the cowboy, she continued doing so, along with his young nephew, much of the night and again the following morning.

I asked myself, “Is it this, her out-of-control lust, that she doesn’t want me to see? And if so, why not? Why would she not want me to see it, knowing that the more passionately she responds to other men the more entertaining it is for me? What the hell was going on?”

Closing the bedroom door, I had returned to my temporary banishment in the living area where I fired up a joint and sat there halfway listening to the music, in deep thought, contemplating what I’d just seen and wondering just what it was about physical impairment that could inspire such a passionate response from my comely Southern belle.

It was then that a suspicion began nagging at me: Blondie had a physically handicapped brother a couple of years older than her whose problems were due to a nearly deadly bout of childhood meningitis, leaving him with some reduced physical movement and some speech impairment… affecting both his mobility and his ability to easily communicate. His family and a few male, school and/or neighborhood friends who’d grown up in routine contact with him had minimal difficulty understanding him, but for most people…unwilling to make the extra effort…it was problematic. As a result, he’d been woefully ineffective in his interactions with girls, as a student and young man, remaining single until finally marrying a similarly disabled woman when almost thirty.

I wondered if there could be some connection there to explain my wife’s strangely heightened, erotic attraction to two young men with ocular deformities. Generally there was nothing wrong with her brother’s eyes, but it did occur to me that on a few occasions when I had seen him really angry or extremely excited…such as during bitter family arguments or while watching LSU and Saints’ football games…that his eyes could, now and then, go out of sync and fail to track in parallel, quite similarly to this guy Jeff and the Wyoming cowboy. Could sexual excitement also incite such optical misalignment? My budding suspicions began to grow.

Blondie had finally admitted to me a few months after her weekend tryst with Jeff…on a night when she was stoned and deep into sentimental reminiscences…that her sexually frustrated brother escort izmit had indeed taken advantage of her during her senior year at Baton Rouge High…but the way she made it sound, she wasn’t exactly an innocent. She’d refused to provide many details other than that it had gone well beyond mere voyeurism or copping feels…the more usual sibling sexual transgressions.

She hinted that at some point they’d ultimately engaged in intercourse and that it had been made emotionally complicated for her because of her sympathy for his unfulfilled sexual needs. She initially made it sound like it was recurring…taking place over a lengthy period…but then at another time, flatly denied that, claiming it was just a few infrequent occurrences. No matter what the truth, she was obviously guilt-ridden and conflicted about what they’d done.

However, not long after her partial admission I made a startling discovery while we were at her parents’ home in Baton Rouge over Thanksgiving. Her clever but unmotivated brother had recently lost his job and separated from his constantly miserable and complaining wife, then moved back in with his parents. While we were there, he’d asked me to check out his bedroom computer for a recurring problem he had been unable to resolve. I did so while he was napping in front of the TV, watching football, following a huge holiday dinner.

I confess to snooping around in his computer and rather easily finding his porn stash, which included dozens of links to sibling incest videos, with each that I clicked into featuring teenage blonde females; there were also some encrypted Word files. Bert used the same password for everything, so I was swiftly into them, quickly finding a lengthy document chronicling sexual events much differently from my wife’s wistful version. What I had before me was Bert’s very well-reconstructed account of at least part of their incestual activities, an account employing a sizable amount of recreated dialogue, and unlike Blondie’s melancholic version, this was lively stuff, reading more like a porn novel…most assuredly not your usual sibling sex games.

Apparently, Bert, or within the extended family, Bertie…short for Bertrand…had taken some creative writing courses both in high school and during a semester away at a special-needs college in New England. Sometime after dropping out and returning home, he had decided to apply them to writing his version of his incestuous adventures with his sexy sister beginning the summer she turned eighteen, after his nerdy little sibling had begun blossoming into an enticing little sex kitten.

As for those passages where Bert wrote as the omniscient author, seemingly recounting his sister’s thoughts, emotions and sexual feelings, he explained in his introduction that after he and his sibling had become somewhat comfortable in their illicit relationship, they’d had numerous frank discussions about it…exploring their motives and attempting to justify to themselves their unquenchable sibling lust. He had recorded many details of those conversations in a makeshift diary that became the basis for his journal, thus he felt qualified to sufficiently relate his sister’s words and viewpoint. To enhance the cultural verisimilitude of their dialogue, he also included many of the French terms with which their real-life conversations are peppered.

According to Bert, he had first hit on Blondie the very first weekend after she’d turned eighteen, at the end of her junior year. A few of her friend’s had thrown a party for her and after downing a few beers there, she’d gone parking with her new boyfriend, who…plying her with a half pint of cheap whiskey in the course of some heavy necking…had managed to get under her bra before pushing up her skirt and getting a finger in her for the very first time in their nascent romance. She had surprised herself by assisting him…eagerly hiking her own skirt up past her hips…then spreading her legs for his digital explorations the better part of an hour before going home feeling semi-drunk and still far too aroused to even consider sleep.

As I had learned in my subsequent years with Blondie, excess alcohol makes her noticeably more self-confident while simultaneously lowering her sexual inhibitions. Bert was aware that alcohol could alter his sister’s behavior and that night used that information in opening his campaign of sibling seduction.

Their pipeline engineer father bought Crown Royal by the case and when his parents hosted parties, Bert always spirited a partial bottle or two from the kitchen to refill a pair of silver flasks he kept hidden on the top shelf of his closet. Blondie had acquired a taste for her parents’ expensive whisky by sharing the occasional late-night, post-date nightcap with her still-awake brother, so when she came in from her date that Friday evening, Bert quietly filled a small ice bucket and took it to his room after first checking to ensure maman was asleep—papa was of no concern as he was overseas on a new pipeline project.

Slipping izmit escort down the dark hallway, Bert pushed the door to their shared bathroom open a crack, peeked in and saw Blondie sitting on the toilet, tight skirt hiked up over her hips and panties around her ankles, attempting to read a teen magazine. Looking up she snarled,

“Bertie, get the hell outta here—you gotta quit bargin’ in on me like this—we’re not kids anymore, you know?”

Fixing him with a glare, she asked, “You already forgotten that I turned eighteen this past week an’ I’m not a kid anymore?”

Stepping into the room he closed the door and replied, “Nope, haven’t forgotten…” and proffering one of two drinks, said, “Here’s a little toast, birthday girl.”

Sniffing her glass, her frown softened to a sly smile as she clinked his and took a sip.

“Beats the dickens outta that merde (crap) my boyfriend was feedin’ me, so merci beaucoup mon frère (thank you very much my brother) but you still need to get your butt out of here.”

Bert took a seat on the side of the tub facing her, noting that she’d neither pulled down her skirt nor pulled up her panties, indicating she might be drunker than he’d anticipated. He grinned,

“You’re starting to get a fuzzy little bush down there petite sœur (little sister).”

Making no attempt to cover herself, she glanced down and retorted, “Yeah? Well you’re not supposed to be lookin’ at your sister’s bush, diggie vous (you dig), bubba?”

But she didn’t close her legs…in fact he noted, she’d reflexively spread them slightly wider when she’d looked down… then still didn’t close them. As she took another pull of the Crown, he wondered just how much she’d had to drink—perhaps he’d picked a very propitious time to make his proposition. She tried to refocus on the magazine then pushed her cat-eye glasses to the top of her head, muttering, “I’m not readin’ so well—can’t focus.”

He said, “Forget the magazine—I want to run something by you—something important.”

Saying, “So? Go ahead—I’m listenin,” she still made no move to close her legs, and when he looked up she was eyeing him strangely, just the hint of a smile at the corner of her pretty mouth. Was she letting him look? She surely had finished peeing by now…he’d heard no telltale tinkling sounds since coming in…but she made no move to get up. Was she teasing him? God, he hoped so. That tight, cryptic smile seemed even more noticeable now. Bert would later learn that in addition to a very strong sex drive, his little sister was very much a tease and an exhibitionist. In fact, it was my discovery of those traits after we married that first set me to thinking about the possibility of making her into a hotwife, by appealing to her possible willingness to dance and do stripteases for other men. Her brother just learned of them a few years before I did, it seemed.

Deciding to just go for it, Bert began in his slow, measured manner of speaking, “Blondie, I’m twenty years old and I’ve never been with a woman—and we both know I’m probably not going to unless I find some girl just like me—and that’s not going to be easy around here, specially one that’s halfway attractive.”

Her smile faded—replaced by a look of concern. “Oh, Bertie, I know, sugar, I know…an’ if there’s somethin’ I could maybe do to help…” pausing mid-sentence when she noticed the intense way he was looking into her eyes and nodding his agreement.

“Now you wait just a minute here, Bertrand! I meant like maybe talkin’ to one of the girls I know who are already screwin’ boys…seein’ if maybe they’d be willin’ to…” but her voice trailed off and she just sat there looking at him in the charged silence…aware somehow that she had always known this moment would come…that someday her brother would bring his sexual problems to her…her being the most readily available solution. She had long suspected he was highly sexual, aware that he kept girly magazines and such, and was suspicious that he masturbated a lot as well, having heard suspect sounds from his room when she was in the bathroom. Until now, she hadn’t been sure of what role she played in her brother’s sexual fantasies, but now he needed what all young men need, physically handicapped or not…real sex…with a woman…and the female most accessible to him had just become a legally accessible woman…a woman who also just happened to share the intimacy of a bathroom with him.

Sighing into the silence, Blondie took a long pull from the glass she’d momentarily forgotten she was holding. Noting that she’d already consumed more than half of it, Bert pulled his flask from his robe pocket and held it up inquiringly. When she nodded, again with that crafty smile, he took the glass to the sink and topped it off, a bit stronger mix over the remaining ice this time. Handing it back, he was heartened by her willingness to continue drinking as well as her seeming nonchalance as to her semi-nudity, hoping the latter was something more than mere izmit kendi evi olan escort alcohol inspired inattention.

As he later related—it was more—quite a bit more. Holding the glass to her mouth, she watched him over the rim, not swallowing, just measuring his reaction as she angled her pale, milky thighs almost imperceptibly. Almost…but not so subtly that her brother failed to notice. When they later were discussing how their relationship had begun, Blondie had admitted to him that while she’d been shocked by what he wanted her to do, she’d also found herself getting aroused…her lust fueled in part by the evening’s accumulation of alcohol in her small system… but even more so by her randy recollection of how powerfully pleasurable her date’s digital endeavors had felt for the hour or so she had willingly let him fingerfuck her while they necked.

She’d almost come on those magical fingers—and had returned home with her libido still dancing on the tantalizing edge of that temptation. Now here she was, exposing herself to her brother instead of pleasing herself in her bed as she’d been planning…having her first pensées coquines (naughty thoughts) of how deliciously exciting it might be to let Bertie watch her do that…let her big brother watch her make herself come. He would love it…she was sure…but even more importantly, she was sure that so would she.

Bert thought his heart would explode when Blondie began slowly and seductively wagging her knees in a sort of sexual semaphoring…continuing to fix him with an appraising gaze…her lovely hazel eyes crinkling at the corners…and he realized she was grinning behind the glass. Her gaze never wavered but the grin morphed into a taunting smile as she lowered the drink and continued the inviting motions of her shapely young legs.

Saying, “Here…hold this…” she handed him her drink. With her eyes still locked on his face, she reeled off several squares of toilet paper and carefully folded them, watching her big brother’s reaction when she slipped one foot from the panties at her ankles and spread her legs even wider to wipe herself. Seeing that his eyes were now fully focused on her girl parts, she smirked to herself as she held the tissue to her vulva, pressing upward to absorb any excess moisture, intentionally turning an ordinary act of ablution into one of sexual intimacy…confirming her own willing complicity in at least letting him have a good long look between her legs.

When she dropped the tissue into the toilet, a swift downward glance confirmed that her vaginal lips and the pink pearl of her clitoris were protruding from her pubic hairs, providing her brother an unhindered view of her sex. Looking directly into his eyes, she let her hand remain between her legs, the first three fingers beginning a slow rotation on the pink folds of skin covering her clitoris. She sighed as if in surrender,

“Okay, Bertie, here’s the deal: I’m not gonna screw you, but I am willin’ to help you get your nuts off ’cause I know all you boys need to do that or you get all messed up.”

“So, I’ll let you look…” She paused, thinking about the magical fingers of her new boyfriend, “An’ maybe even touch a little…but that’s as far as it goes. I’m still a virgin ’cause I don’t wanna risk gettin’ pregnant an’ mama’s not about to let me go on the pill ’til I graduate…so I sure as hell don’t wanna get knocked up, specially by my brother, tu sais (you know), cher?”

“I totally understand you’ve got a problem an’ I promise I’m gonna try to help—I’ll see if I can’t find one of the girls who’re already puttin’ out to give you a break—an’ I’ll help you get off, but I am not goin’ to screw you, comprenez vous (do you understand)?”

Then with a mischievous grin she teased in an innocent voice, “Okay, frère cher (brother dear) I’m already showin’ you mine—you gonna show me yours?”

Without a word, Bert unbelted his robe, revealing his underlying nakedness and a large erection which his sister had been silently noting as it pushed against the concealing corduroy material…a telltale bulge that had factored into her decision…if she were to be honest about it…a truth she had later revealed to Bert in their subsequent conversations…she had most definitely wanted to see it…perhaps even touch it.

Blondie’s eyes widened a bit and she murmured with obvious interest and approval, “Well, my oh my oh my…will you just look at that,” as her hand began a more rapid and intense stimulation of her vulva.

Without even being asked, she sat up from her slumped-back position and quickly removed her blouse. Reaching back to unclasp her bra, she revealed her small breasts before reclining against the upright lid and resuming her self-pleasuring. There was, understandably, no mention of it in Bert’s writings, but when I questioned my wife about that first time, many years later, she in fact confirmed that as he began stroking his cock harder his left eye had begun to track slightly outward…a variance that had become more pronounced as he became more excited. It was a phenomenon she would later come to closely associate with their sibling sexplay as a sign of how heatedly she had him aroused, and particularly as an indicator that he was nearing climax.

This story is based on interracial lesbian seduction, reluctance and coercion (although there is a sprinkling of MF sex).

The thoughts of a white women being seduced by a black woman is a long held fantasy of mine, but if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on without feeling the need to leave a derogatory comment.

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A young reporter stumbles across an explosive story

Most of Claire Taylor’s journalistic assignments usually led down one cul-de-sac or another, which was why she was still a junior reporter. But there was something about THIS story that told her she could be onto something. This could be it … the story that could help make her mark in the newspaper profession.

She’d been following the details ever since they’d first emerged. And while other reporters told themselves it was an open and shut case, she wasn’t so sure. Yes, to all intents and purposes the girl was guilty. But there was more to this than met the eye.

Call it gut instinct, but she was sure of it.

That’s why she was here, at the Young Offenders Institute, about to interview the nineteen year old girl.

The teenager could easily have passed as a model with her stunning face and curvaceous body. She was happy enough to show it off with a black skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a tight white top that strained to hold her ample breasts in check. Didn’t these places have strict dress codes?

The girl’s gaze had found and held Claire’s as soon as she had entered the room. Despite her young age, it was clear she wasn’t short on confidence.

“Hi Laura,” she softly began, once they were alone. “I’m Claire, a reporter with the local newspaper. Thanks for meeting me—”

“We agreed a payment,” the girl interrupted, cutting her off mid-sentence. She had a sassy tone to her voice. “You have it?”

Claire kept her face straight but smiled inwardly. The only reason she was here was that she’d agreed a small ‘fee’. There wouldn’t have been any meeting without it.

“I have,” she answered, lowering her voice.

She had no reason to suspect they could be overheard, but payments to offenders were illegal. Newspapers did that sort of thing all the time, of course, but the recent high profile court cases had every one jittery. When she reached for her bag, a quick shake of Laura’s head stopped her mid-movement.

“Give it to Monika on your way out,” the girl quietly said. “I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same wavelength.”

Claire nodded. “We are.”

She would rather have avoided meeting Monika again. The way the butch guard’s eyes had been all over her on the way to the interview room had made her shiver. Still, she was here for a purpose and that was the only thing that mattered.

The teenager’s large tits moved seductively inside her white top as she sat back, confirming Claire’s suspicion that she wasn’t wearing a bra. This time her shiver was accompanied by a tingle between her thighs.

“Okay, what do you want to know?” Laura asked.

She twirled a few strands of her long blonde hair between her fingertips as she spoke, like a modern day Lolita.

“Your story,” Claire said, getting straight to the point. “In your own words. Why don’t you tell me your side of things?”

The girl shrugged her shoulders.

“I thought you were here to ask me questions,” she countered. “Why don’t you tell me what you know and I’ll fill in the blanks.”

Claire tried to disguise her impatience. She’d only been allocated half an hour. Okay, a quick summary would do and then they could get to the meat of the matter.

“You found employment working for a local Member of Parliament a short while ago,” she began. “Melissa Rhodes.”

She glanced down at her notes again.

“That was approximately a month ago. But she reported you to the police for stealing some jewellery from her and—”

“That’s pretty much it,” the teenager interrupted again. “So what else do you want from me?”

Claire leant forward and rested her hands on the small desk between them. If this girl thought she was going to take her for a ride, she could think again.

“I want you to justify the amount I’m paying for this interview,” she calmly said. “Otherwise the deal’s off. There’s much more to this than meets the eye and I want to know what that is.”

She raised a single eyebrow, as if to reinforce the point. She had nothing on the girl, of course, just her journalistic instinct. If Laura called her bluff, she’d have nowhere else to go.

“Well?” she asked, making her voice sound more confident than she felt. “If you want me to pay Monika, I need something in return. The truth.”

The look in the teenager’s eye told her she’d hit on something. It was just a flicker, but it was there all the same.

“We both know that Melissa Rhodes is a prominent business woman,” she continued, pressing home her advantage before the girl had too much time to think. “She was elected the first African woman MP in the local constituency. escort izmit And that means her word will have been accepted as sacrosanct, whereas yours would have been doubted from the start. So—”

“If you’re asking if I stole the jewellery,” Laura said, stopping her in her tracks. “I did. I wanted the bracelets, so I took them. Why should the rich have all the nice things?”

Claire felt her heart sink. Had she misread the situation? Here she was again, entering another cul-de-sac.

“What made you think you could get away with it?” she asked, trying to disguise the look of disappointment on her face.

A few strands of the girl’s long blonde hair fell over one eye as she cocked her head to the side. She sexily blew it away.

“I didn’t think she’d dare report it…”

Claire’s head jerked up from her notebook to meet the teenager’s challenging gaze again. Dare report it? There was definitely something here. But what?

“Why?” she softly prompted.

“She can’t afford for the truth to come out.”

The reporter’s heart began to beat faster. Her instincts had been right all along.

“The truth, Laura?” she asked, keeping her voice level. “And what exactly is that?

“I thought you’d worked it out,” the teenager said, in that clipped accent. “Did I expect too much?”

She casually pulled down on her top as if to straighten it. The action—deliberate?—drew Claire’s eyes to her tits and to the stiffened nipples on show through the fabric. Even through the material she could see they were long and thick.

When her gaze returned to the teenager’s face, she saw that Laura was grinning at her.

“Lots of women look at me that way,” she teased. “Wondering, just like you. Want to see?”

She used both hands to drag her top up and above her breasts before Claire could respond. The movement was so sudden, so unexpected, that at first all the reporter could do was stare. The girl’s tits were just magnificent. Full and firm, with dark nipples that grew long and hard out of her small areola.

She could easily pass as a Playboy centrefold.

“Please cover yourself,” Claire snapped, as a bead of perspiration began to form on her forehead.

Should her mouth be feeling this dry? She took another sip of water as Laura nonchalantly tugged her top back into place.

“You don’t need to wonder no more,” she said, with a wicked grin. “Now you know…”

Claire tried to stare at her impassively, to ignore the smirk on the girl’s face, but it wasn’t easy.

“This is getting us nowhere,” she said, keeping the emotion out of her voice.

But even as she kept her gaze fixed firmly on Laura’s eyes, it was the image of those thrusting breasts that remained imprinted in her mind.

“It isn’t?” the girl drawled confidently. “Then let me spell it out. The truth is that I didn’t work for Melissa. She was paying me for sex.”

Claire stifled a gasp. Paying for sex? She couldn’t be serious, could she? Melissa Rhodes was a well-respected Member of Parliament. If there was even a semblance of truth in the revelation then she, her career, would be ruined.

She reached for the glass of water on the table in front of her, playing for time as she thought it through. Had she’d stumbled onto the story of a lifetime, one that would give her the chance to establish herself as a serious journalist? Or was this girl just playing games with her?

“If what you say is true,” she slowly probed, unwilling to take the admission at face value. “Then why did she report the theft? Why take a chance of this coming into the open? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Because she was pissed,” Laura chuckled, as if it was that simple. “She’ll drop the charges when she thinks it through. She’ll have to. When she does, you’ll have your proof that I’m telling the truth.”

Claire nodded slowly. That was true. If there was any credence in this girl’s story, the last thing Melissa Rhodes would want was a reporter asking questions about their relationship.

“Have you told anyone else?” she suddenly asked.

If it was true, she wanted this story for herself. Any journalist breaking this as an exclusive would make their name for ever.

“No way,” Laura said. “I’m not stupid. Olivia is angry with me. She told me to stay quiet and it’ll all work out.”

“Olivia?”

“I work for Olivia. She said she’ll talk to Melissa, help her understand she’s been a little hasty.”

She laughed out loud, running a hand through her long hair and shaking it out.

“Olivia told me to keep my mouth shut and I’ll soon be out of here.”

“But you haven’t kept your mouth shut,” Claire queried, thinking it through. “You’ve told me. Why do that?”

“You’re paying me,” Laura said defiantly. “You’re paying me for my story, so now you have it. You have to pay. But we both know you can’t use it.”

“I can’t?”

Laura laughed again.

“Of course not. For one thing, I’ll deny everything. For another, we both know you can’t write about anything as sensitive izmit escort as this. Not without proof. No-one would believe you and Melissa would sue your ass off.”

Claire fought back the pinpricks of frustration. Laura was giving her the story with one hand and taking it away with the other. But losing her cool would get her nowhere.

“So what’s the point of me paying you?” she asked, setting her notebook down on the desk between them for emphasis. “You’re giving me something that may or may not be true, but that I can’t use. You’re giving me nothing.”

Laura smiled quietly as she cocked her head to one side again in that sexy way of hers. This time she used her hand to flick away the hair that fell over her right eye.

“Ever heard of Jessie Palmer?”

The sudden question took Claire by surprise. She thought for a few seconds, running through high-profile court cases, trying to place the name. It wasn’t one she was familiar with.

“No. Who is she?”

“Look her up,” Laura said. “She’s an actress.”

“An actress? How is she relevant to our conversation?”

Laura’s smile broadened.

“You could be her double. You have the same innocent look, hot little body, milky-white skin. Melissa would love you. She adores white girls like us.”

Claire’s breath caught in her throat. Was Laura trying to deflect her from the question she’d asked, or was she simply trying to get under her skin? That wasn’t going to happen, despite the unexpected lick heat that had found its way down between her thighs.

“I don’t think that’s the point, do you?” she asked, trying to keep her expression neutral. “I said that—”

“You don’t?” Laura interrupted, curling some blonde hair around her index finger. “I thought you’d want to hear about Melissa. She’s the real reason you’re here, after all.”

Claire sat quietly, knowing she was on the back foot and that her allocated time was almost up. But there was a point to this, wasn’t there? There had to be…

“What about Melissa?” she reluctantly asked, making it obvious that she was glancing at her watch.

The teenager ignored the lame gesture and instead her smile widened at the question.

“She likes me to play with myself in front of her. She always finds that hot. How about you?”

It took a few moments before Claire realised she’d fallen into a well constructed trap. Laura’s body was slouched a little lower on her seat than before and her thick nipples were straining through the white blouse again. But it was the hand beneath the table that drew her attention. It was barely noticeable, but she could see that Laura’s arm was flexing.

The girl was touching herself…

She watched the movement, enthralled, knowing should have said something to take control of the situation, something to restore order, but instead she just sat there unable to respond. The unexpected sexual tension was definitely getting to her.

“You said I was giving me something that may or may not be true, but that you can’t use,” Laura continued, her fingers moving in a gentle rhythm now. “You’re the reporter. You work out how to take things forward. But I’ll help you…”

“How?”

The word came out as a croaky growl. This was absurd. The girl was openly masturbating as they talked. It even felt as if she could smell her aroma. And yet she was allowing her to get away with it. Becoming entangled in the sexual spell…

“Nothing gets traced back to me,” Laura continued. “You don’t use my name. Understand?”

Claire nodded. She’d finished her glass of water and wished she had more.

“Okay. Write this down.”

She picked up her notebook and scribbled down the number the teenager gave her.

“That’s Leroy’s number,” she said. “He looks after Olivia’s girls. Go see him.”

“What will he—” Claire began, but Laura was suddenly pushing up from her seat.

It seemed the meeting was over.

“He knows everything,” the girl softly said. “It’s up to you to get him to talk but whatever you do, don’t tell him you’re a reporter. Tell him you’re interested in getting in the business. He’ll like that. He has a thing for white women, too, so my advice is to wear something sexy when you meet.”

With that, Laura reached across the table between them as if to shake her hand.

Claire leaned towards her, but at the last moment Laura brought her fingers upwards and touched them to the reporter’s lips. She reflexively drew back, but not before the girl had traced her fingertips across her mouth.

When she unwittingly licked at her lips, the unmistakable taste sent a whirlpool of emotions down to Claire’s loins.

“Make sure you pay Monika on your way out,” the teenager said, grinning over her shoulder as she headed towards the door. “That was the deal.”

She was so confident about her sexuality that she didn’t need to look back to know that Claire’s gaze was fixed on her tight ass.

———-

Claire waited a moment before hurrying along the corridor towards the ladies izmit kendi evi olan escort room. She licked her lips a second time as soon as she pushed through the door. The intoxicating taste was circling around her senses, as if she’d been fed an aphrodisiac.

She knew that she had to face Monika again, to pay her, but if she didn’t take the edge off her arousal right now she felt as if she might go mad!

Hurrying over to the sink, she watched her reflection in the small mirror as she eased her hand under the hem of her skirt. The woman staring back looked like her and yet she didn’t. The face was the same, but her eyes were clouded with desire and her mouth was half open with need.

This was wrong on so many levels, but the intense feelings in her supercharged body were impossible to resist. When she worked her right hand down inside her thong and touched herself, she let out an involuntary whimper. The immediate sexual charge that ran through her slender frame was overwhelming.

Did Laura know how much she’d affected her? It was as if she’d lit a flame inside her…

She planted her feet firmly on the floor and widened her stance, glaring back at her heated reflection in the mirror. The very thought of watching herself masturbate increased her arousal. When the warmth of her hand took her me towards a rapid climax, she wondered how she could be this close, this quickly.

Lifting up onto her tiptoes to give herself better leverage, she worked a single finger inside her wetness, then a second. Laura had said that Melissa Rhodes liked to watch her masturbate. What would the Member of Parliament think if she could see Claire now?

That wicked thought sent a shiver through her. Her orgasm began to swirl. When her thumb brushed her clit, it exploded.

———-

Once the intensity of her climax had subsided, Claire left the ladies room and headed back along the corridor. The sexual need burning inside her was still strong, but at least she’d be able to cope with it until she got home.

Once there, her favourite vibe would be waiting…

Monika was sitting at the desk when she returned to the observation room. Her short-cropped black hair and coloured tattoos on each lower arm cultivated a strong butch image, reinforced by the way her short-sleeved blouse displayed every ripple of her well muscled black body.

Her gaze covered Claire’s body again as soon as she entered the room, but it was the smile she gave her that was unnerving. It betrayed the faintest hint of amusement, as if she knew something Claire didn’t.

The thought gave the reporter goosebumps.

Claire glanced around, looking for clues, and found them in the two monitors that sat on the desk infront of the woman. One showed the empty interview room in which she and Laura had conducted their meeting. Was that the reason for the glint in her eyes? Had she watched the encounter between them?

“Ya have something for Monika,” she asked, tapping her fingers on the desk infront of her.

Claire nodded, pulling the envelope from her bag and handing it to her. Without checking that the agreed amount was inside, Monika opened the top drawer of her desk and slipped it inside.

“An audience with Laura is worth every penny, don’t ya think?”

Claire gave a non-committal nod. In all honesty, the woman scared her and she didn’t want to get into any sort of conversation. But Monika wasn’t going to leave it there

“Ya got what ya wanted?”

Claire nodded again. The woman’s eyes were all over her tits and she knew why. Her nipples were on display through her red blouse and they stiffened further under the intimidating gaze. The sooner she got out of there the better, but Monika’s next utterance stopped her in her tracks.

“I guess she got us both a little hot under the collar,” she grinned, and then gave a brief nod towards one of the monitors. “I watched ya. Quite a show ya put on.”

At first, Claire thought she was referring to her meeting with Laura. But when she glanced at the second monitor, the truth hit her in the face. The picture on screen was the empty ladies restroom she’d just vacated. The one she’d masturbated in…

“A lot of women get the same way thinkin’ about that gal,” she continued, pushing up from her chair.

Claire tried to regulate her breathing as she took a couple of steps backwards. It was coming as fast as her pitter-pattering heartbeat. This woman was taller and more powerful than her and the brooding look in her eyes suggested she was thinking of something more than casual conversation.

“Most don’t run straight to the bathroom, though…”

Perspiration instantly broke out on Claire’s brow. She’d been caught out in the most embarrassing of acts and there was no point in denying it. All she wanted to do was get back to her car. But Monika was standing between her and the door.

“Still feeling it?” the woman asked, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

Claire took another couple of backward steps but all of a sudden the wall was behind her. There was nowhere to go. She knew she should be frightened—she WAS frightened!—but she didn’t want to openly show how much she was intimidated.

“I have to go,” she said, with as much conviction as she could muster.

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

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My last story brought a comment from another writer; she cautioned me about “keeping it real” and “it must be believable.” I had to laugh because my stories are about real events that I have experienced over the last sixty years. At the time, I often couldn’t believe what was happening either. Neither the mother and daughter I met at the beach, nor the graduate student in the library stacks, seemed real at the time, but waking up between them the next morning was very real and watching the graduate student toss a semen filled rubber in the trash can was also real. I have been an extremely lucky man and amazing events and women seemed to find me frequently.

I was fresh out of college and ready to begin my career as a history teacher. In less than two weeks I had gone from being a student at a teachers college in the mountains of western North Carolina to being a teacher in a small agriculture and retirement town thirty miles north of my hometown of Tampa, Florida.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that my teacher salary and small Army Reserve check did not provide enough money for me to do more than just get by; having a night on the town was out of the question. Luckily I was able to slip down to Tampa on weekends to see some of the ladies who had been my lawn mowing customers during high school. Four years of college and two years of military active duty had certainly added the years to some of them, but others seemed to age better; my friend, Faye had turned seventy and was as lively and sexy as ever. (See: The Lawn Boy, Chapter 3)

I was admitted to graduate school at the university in Tampa and quickly found that my G.I. Bill just barely covered my tuition. There was nothing left for me to do; I made up some flyers for a lawn mowing service and began putting them up around town. I hired some of my students who needed money to do the mowing and I provided the equipment and kept the schedule.

I stopped by the shuffleboard court where most of the retirees hung out late on Friday afternoon. As I was pinning up my flyer on the bulletin board, I heard a woman’s voice over my shoulder.

“Lawn mowing, you are just in time. I’m so tired of my husband putting off mowing until our lawn looks terrible.”

I turned around to find a tall, attractive, brunette, possibly in her mid-forties, drying the sweat from her tan arms and neck with a small hand towel; she looked me over rather carefully.

I smiled, “Hi, I’m Will. I would be happy to help with your lawn care.”

“Hi Will, I’m Helen.” We shook hands then paused, but for some reason, we continued to hold hands for several minutes.

We chatted about the work she needed to be done as a number of people passed by and spoke to her. I looked over her slender, shapely body trying not too obvious about it.

Then, rather nervously, she asked, “Do you think you could stop by tomorrow morning and look over our lawn, maybe about nine o’clock?” Then to my surprise, she added, “My husband will be away playing golf.”

I readily agreed and jotted down her address and phone number. I wasn’t sure what to make of her comment about her husband being away; it could have had several perfectly innocent meanings. Of course, my mind went to the ones that a typical twenty-five years old guy would dream about after having been invited by a very attractive, married woman.

It was drizzling rain Saturday morning when I rang Helen’s door bell at nine o’clock on the dot. I immediately heard the sound of heels on stone tile floors inside as they approached the door.

The door opened, “Good morning, Will. You are very punctual; I like that in a man.” Helen said with a warm smile.

I decided to be bold, “I believe you should never keep a beautiful woman waiting.”

“Aww, that’s so nice of you. Please come in. Would you have a cup of coffee with me?”

I followed her into a nook just off the kitchen and took a seat at the end of the table while she poured the coffee. I nodded in agreement when she held up a bottle of Irish cream. She was wearing heels, stockings, and a bright yellow a-line dress that buttoned up the front and had a low cut neck that showed a hint of her very ample cleavage. She wore a single strand of pearls around her neck that hung almost to her cleavage and stood out against her very tan chest. I was certain she was dressed to go out after our discussing her lawn work.

After serving the Irish cream spiked coffee she took a seat. Even though there was plenty of room at the table she sat close to me. Our knees touched when she pulled her chair under the table. She seemed a bit distracted and fidgety as we talked about everything except her lawn; it was as if she was escort izmit forcing herself to talk about other things instead of what was really on her mind. Out of the blue she, again, mentioned that her husband was away playing golf with friends for the day.

I asked, “Even with it raining?”

“Oh yes, they play rain or shine; if it gets too bad, they go to the club bar,” she smiled.

She hooked her finger in the string of pearls and moved them from side to side as if to draw attention to her tanned chest. As we finished our first cup of coffee, I decided to see how she would respond to my being a bit forward.

“Those are beautiful pearls; they look especially stunning against your tan. They must be a family heirloom,” I said as I leaned closer to admire them and look down the top of her dress; I didn’t see a hint of a bra.

“Yes, they were my grandmother’s. She was quite a lady,” she said then smiled as she caught my eyes admiring more than her pearls.

“You are quite a lady too,” I said as I raised my eyes.

She blushed slightly then with a coy smile said, “Thank you. I love getting compliments; I get so few from my husband.”

Her breathing seemed to be faster than it should have been for someone having coffee and what I thought was a blush seemed more like she was flushed. I thought, maybe she is not dressed to go out; I decided to push a bit further.

I leaned closer and looked down the top of her dress, “It’s difficult not to admire a sight so beautiful; do you want me to admire your breasts?”

She smiled another very coy smile, “I guess I wanted you to pay attention to me since my husband never does; I hoped you might be interested.”

That was an invitation for more, “I am very interested; would like for me to see more of you.”

She hesitated a moment then, looking me in the eyes, she took a deep breath and her fingers went to her top buttons. She opened the top of her dress down the middle. Without a bra, the inside swells of her breasts were exposed; unlike her chest, they were white, untouched by the sun’s rays. Her breathing increased; her breasts rose and fell with each breath.

“Absolutely beautiful,” I exclaimed as I took in the amazing sight.

“Touch your nipples for me.”

Her slender, elegant hand moved to her breast; her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her dress and moved slowly over the contour of her breast. She nodded when I asked if touching her nipples made them hard.

“What are you feeling as you run your fingers over your nipples?”

“I’m experiencing a wonderful, tingling sensation between my legs. I want to be touched there.”

I adjusted our chairs away from the table so we could sit facing each other; I pushed her legs open and placed my knees between them. My hand reached out and began unbuttoning the rest of her dress. When the last button was undone, her dress fell open; she was only wearing a pair of French cut, off white, lace panties, a matching garter belt and stockings I watched as her fingers continued to move over the small pink nipples of her “C” cup sized breasts.

“Have you given any thought to what we would do together?”

“Yes, last night as I lay in bed, I thought about you and the things I wanted you to do to my body.”

“What did you do as you lay in bed thinking about such things?”

“I touched myself.”

I took her hand and guided it between her legs, “Is this where you touched yourself?”

She nodded; I asked, “What do you feel now?”

She shivered slightly, “I feel my heat; my panties are damp.”

I removed her hand and held it close to my face and inhaled the musky scent on her fingers then I offered them to her to do the same.

“Mmmm, do you like the aroma of your cunt?”

“Yes, and I like the word, “cunt,” it sounds so erotic; I’ve never used that word before.”

“Tell me more about the things you thought as you lay in bed, touching your cunt.”

“Humm, there were many. I imagined you standing at the head of my bed naked; your hand was wrapped around your hard cock. You rubbed it over my face and I felt a wet drop on my chin. When you moved it close to my lips, I opened my mouth and took it in; it filled my mouth.”

I pulled my tee shirt over my head and stood up to unfasten my jeans. My strained cock jumped out as I slid my cut-offs down my legs. As Helen had imagined, I wrapped my hand around my engorged cock and rubbed it over her face.

“It’s a beautiful cock,” she said as she bent to give it a kiss then opened her mouth.

There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing your engorged cock disappear into the warmth of a beautiful woman’s mouth. My cock reappeared covered with her saliva then just as quickly disappeared again. Her nostrils flared to take in more air as the tip of her nose made contact against my pubic mound. She took complete control of my cock and my balls. I rested my hands on my hips and let her have her way for several minutes.

“You know, if you izmit escort keep that up you will end up with a mouth full of semen.”

She removed my cock from her mouth and smiled up at me, “In case you are wondering, I swallow.”

Helen was obviously enjoying my cock so why not let her have fun. Once she drained my nuts, I would stay hard longer. As her head bobbed up and down my cock, her hands gently moved over my thighs, hips, and cheeks of my ass; one hand even slipped behind my balls and between my cheeks. I was concerned that she might even probe my tightly puckered ass, but she only let her fingers play around its entrance. I began to feel the pressure building deep in my nuts; I held her head in my hands and began bucking my hips gently to meet her downward stroke. There was an explosion as hot liquid began spewing from the small hole in the engorged head of my cock. My legs felt rubbery and I was concerned if they would hold me up. Helen took a long draw on my shaft to get the last drop then looked up at me with a satisfied smile.

“How was that?” she asked.

I bent over and kissed the delicious mouth that had been, so skillfully, sucking my cock then I pushed our coffee cups and the bottle of Irish cream to the far end of the table. I took Helen in my arms and felt her warm, bare breasts against my chest; my hands glided over her body as we kissed for several minutes. I backed her up to the table and began kissing my way down her smooth, curvaceous body.

When I got to the waistband of her panties, I lifted her legs up to my shoulders and rolled her back onto the table then sat down in the chair.

Helen laughed aloud as I began kissing her inner thighs, ‘I’ve never had sex on my dining table before.”

She laughed more when I wallowed my head between her thighs and my short cropped, military style, hair cut tickled her; I blew a hot breath over her panty clad cunt. Helen pulled my face tighter against her crotch. After a few minutes of playing and teasing, the nylon crotch of her panties was slick with her creamy juices.

It was time to get serious; I stripped off her panties and inhaled their scent. She took them from me and did the same. With her legs splayed open, I began to kiss the engorged outer lips; her dark brown pubic hair was matted by her creamy nectar. Her brownish and pink labia almost formed wings that glistened with the same creamy nectar that matted her pubic hair. I ran my tongue up the furrow between her pubic hair covered outer lips and the glistening, wing-like inner lips; Helen began to coo like a dove.

I looked up to watch her face as I slid a finger into her tight rear orifice; she smiled down at me with an approving look.

“Last night I imagined you putting something other than your finger there,”

I wiggled my finger in her ass and she giggled: I took the long sheath protecting her clit into my mouth as my thumb sunk deep into her cunt. In no time, she began bucking against my hand and mouth, moaning and groaning with pleasure. Her hands pushed her breasts together so they would not bounce about unsupported; her thumbs and fingers pinched and rolled her nipples. The inside cheeks of her ass were covered with her slick, creamy, natural lubricant.

Helen pushed me from between her legs and sat up. She was flushed and gasping for breath. I held her in my arms until she could regain her composure; my engorged cock rested against her soft belly.

Helen laughed then commented, “My husband sits here every morning, drinks his coffee, reads his paper, and ignores me completely. Now I will be able to think fondly about it as he sits here and ignores me.”

Helen reached down and took my cock and began to rub its head through her still wet slit; I played with her nipples as she played with my cock. After several minutes of playing, she leaned back and aligned my cock with her slick, hot cunt and pulled me into her. I hooked her heels over my shoulders as she supported her body with her arms behind her.

“I dreamed of you fucking me last night, but I never imagined you fucking me on my dining table,” she said with a smile.

For a few minutes we both watched my cock as it slid in and out of her hot, wet tunnel; each time it reappeared, it glistened with her slick creamy lubricant. When I picked up the pace of my thrusts, Helen lay back on the table and began to coo and sigh. Again she pushed her breasts together to contain them as I thrust harder and harder against her; squishing sounds emanated from my piston’s stroke as it plowed through thick cream.

She wrapped her left arm under her breast and held her right breast in her left hand; she lowered her right hand to her cunt and her fingers began to smack her clit. My arms encircled her thighs to give me leverage to thrust deeper into her well with more force. Helen bucked her hips upward with each thrust; her coos became yelps and her sighs became primal grunts. I squeezed my muscles as tightly as possible to delay izmit kendi evi olan escort my orgasm; I paused to let the pressure subside.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I told her.

When she complied, I slipped my hands beneath her ass cheeks and lifted her off the table with my cock still buried deep in her. I carefully sat down in her husband’s breakfast chair and pulled her close to me for a delicious kiss; Helen squeezed my cock with the muscles of her cunt. We sat like that for several minutes talking, teasing, and fucking; chair fucking is one of my favorite positions.

“Would you mind if I tell my friend, Robin, about us, fucking?” I shook my head. “She’s in the same position I am; we are both ignored by our husbands and suspect they are getting theirs on the side. You really should meet her; she is really good looking.”

“Then bring her to the house sometime.”

Helen became serious and kissed me for several moments then began slowly sliding up and down my cock. He eyes closed and her breathing deepened as she continued to slowly ride my cock. I firmly massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples as I kissed her neck and nipped at her ears. My actions produced an immediate reaction; she began to thrust her hips back and forth and groan sighs of pleasure. I gave the cheeks of her ass several good smacks; she shrieked loudly.

“Oh yes, that’s the way I like to fuck,” she grunted.

“Will, don’t hold back any longer; I want to feel you cum in me.”

I began to buck against her thrusts. Helen’s yelps and grunts became louder and louder; her breathing increased and her skin felt cooler as sweat poured from our bodies. I wasn’t far from falling over the edge of an abyss as a storm rolled through my balls and erupted

“Relax baby, let it go. I want to feel you flood my cunt,” she grunted then bit the lobe of my ear.

I let go and pumped spurt after spurt of hot thick semen into her well. We froze for several minutes, unable to move. We were covered with sweat and gasping for breath. Helen lifted off of my cock; a glob of gooey semen came out with my cock and slid down my shaft, over my hairy cod sack, then on to the seat of the chair. She reached for her panties on the table and wiped the mess from between her legs. She dropped to her knees to clean the rest of the gooey mess covering my cock and balls then wiped the large pool of semen off the chair seat with her panties.

She stood up and held the semen covered panties to her face and inhaled, “I want to keep these to remember my first table fuck.”

Helen led me to the bathroom where we took turns peeing. She moved to the bidet and completely cleaned her undercarriage before having me sit down so she could wash mine.

“I’m starved, would you like a bite to eat,” she asked as she dried my cock, balls, and ass.

Back in the kitchen, we played, teased, and snacked naked while she told me more about her husband and why she suspected he was having affairs with other women. I listened intently as I rubbed a half eaten strawberry over her clit before eating the remainder. When I licked mayo off of her nipples, she quickly changed subjects. As she began putting food back into the fridge, I dunked my finger into the cold mayo jar then slipped my finger into her tight ass; she let out a loud yelp and began laughing.

I took her hand and led her to the den, “Which is your husband’s favorite chair?”

She pointed to a recliner in front of the television. I put her on the seat with her knees open wide; she leaned forward to rest her arms on the back.

She laughed, “I wondered why you put mayo in my ass. Mmmm, I’m going to enjoy this.”

I opened her cheeks; her ass was well lubed with the thick, white mayo. I brought my cock up and smacked her cheeks several times before I aligned it perfectly for the probe. She wiggled slightly as I put pressure against her rear orifice. The head of my cock almost popped inside; I felt her relax her muscles and I slid right in, all the way in. I held her hips tight against me and savored her tight, hot cavern; she squeezed my cock. I felt her hand reach between her legs and touch my cod sack; she pulled back just enough to explore her wet cunt and spread the slick juices over her clit.

“My husband used to fuck my ass often; I don’t know why he stopped. I guess he found a younger tighter ass.”

I gave her ass several good smacks, “I don’t want to hear any more of that talk, and I’m the one fucking your beautiful, sweet ass now.”

I began pounding her ass forcefully; our bodies smacked together. Her fingers were working feverishly in her juicy cunt. I could hear the squishing sound her fingers made in the creamy liquid. My cock was covered with the slick mayo when it came out of her tight hole. Helen was wailing to the beat of my thrusts and the action of her fingers. In only minutes she was in the throes of a major orgasm.

“Will, stop. I cannot stand anymore.”

I froze but held on to her hips; her cheeks pressed against me, my cock still deep inside her hot hole. We heaved and grunted to catch our breath. Her body trembled. My cock began to shrink even though it didn’t deliver its load. Helen squeezed it gently then moved her hips away.

She stood up from her desk slowly, watching the last lights of her computer flicker out as it shut down. Letting out a long exhausted sigh she ran her fingers over her bare neck and shoulders. Her skin was still warm from only moments earlier when she enjoyed sheer torture and torment stirred up by the words of a man she had come to know over the past year over the internet. He lived on the other side of the world but sometimes it felt like he was near, she could almost feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.

It was true, she had often wondered if she really knew him, he felt familiar to her; she had come to consider him a friend. The question that remained unanswered to her was could the electricity that passed between the two of them over and over again be real? He had awoken things in her that she didn’t even know existed and the power that he wielded over her grew day by day.

He had asked her to take a shower, to think of him as she made herself cum. As she undressed she could see him before her in her minds eye. She knew he would be a fierce and attentive lover who would not only give, but demanded complete surrender. The sad thing was she would never meet him in person, never feel his hands on her body, his mouth pressed against hers, his teeth dragging across her flesh. She wanted him to possess her and take control of her mind and body. The desires and delights summoned up by him only lived in their fleeting moments together when they chanced upon one another on the internet and in her dreams where she had the courage to follow him on hands and knees, staying at his heels, awaiting his commands.

She sat on the edge of her lonely bed and pulled her pants down noting the dampened crotch. She blushed, and then laughed at herself. Why should she feel embarrassed? She was alone, which was no change from normal, but she amazed even herself with her ever growing boldness when they spoke. She escort izmit had never done the things they described to one another in pain staking detail, and it wasn’t likely that she ever would.

She stood up and stepped out of her discarded pants. Walking towards the shower she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Staring back at her was the face that he had seen many times when she went on cam for him. She tried to picture what she looked like though his eyes. He had told her she was sexy, he loved her smile and many times they had both agreed how perfectly their lips would fit together. She screwed up her nose and then smiled. The thought of his beautiful full lips brushing her own lightly sent a wave of desire straight from her lips to her naked pussy.

Removing her top she turned on the hot water, and the room filled with steam. She stepped under the water and closed her eyes imaging he was standing there with her. She wanted him badly and the lump growing in her throat only served to remind her of the lust they would never physically share.

She looked down at her full breasts. Her nipples hardened as the water showered down on them, her skin prickling from the heat. She raised her hands up slowly, teasingly, pretending they were his. They would be strong and persistent, the nails long enough to promise certain pleasures and pains of his own choosing. Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples between her fingers. She threw her head back and moaned softly, her hair now drenched with water.

She could hear his voice in her ear, “Mmm, you like that my little fuck toy? Lets see you squirm, mmm fuck…” She felt dizzy, unsteady with his words swirling around inside her head. She reached up and placed a hand on the wall, the tiles still cold under her palm. She leaned forward and placed her forehead on the wall and with one hand she reached down and brushed her fingers izmit escort over her aching pussy.

She willed him to appear, to somehow be transported from his world into hers, to possess her completely making her his own. She spread her legs and arched her back, her ass tilted slightly upwards. Parting her pussy lips with her fingers the hot rivulets of water ran down her back then over her ass finding their way to her exposed swollen cunt.

He would stand behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly, controlling her, stamping his ownership upon her. He would pull her towards his own body, his cock hard and pressing into her ass. She toyed with her clit sending waves of lust over her body, covering her with goose bumps in spite of the heat.

“Yes, mmm, my toy, so fucking hot… so fucking horny.” His voice would be deep and suggestive driving her over the edge. She pushed two fingers into her pussy and fingered herself, her cunt juice make her fingers slick and slippery.

He had told her to kneel down and play with herself in the shower earlier when they had spoken so she lowered herself to her knees, her free hand sliding down the shower wall to steady herself. Her thighs guided the water directly onto her pussy, and she leaned back, placing a hand on the ground behind her. She continued fucking her cunt rhythmically, driving sensation after sensation all over her body.

She whimpered and almost cried, it was cruel to be without him. Her breath quickened, her pulse raced and her heart thundered in her chest. It felt like it might explode right out of her chest.

She rocked backwards and forwards now, her fingers rubbing her clit into the start of her climax. She gasped as she remembered the scenario they had played out earlier. He had told her she could not cum until he had given her permission to and now she tried to hold on, the desperation causing her to shout out izmit kendi evi olan escort his name hoarsely.

He was behind her again and he held her hair, his fingers buried in her tangled tendrils. He pulled her head back so his mouth was close to her ear. “Good girl, good little slut, mmm, fuck…”

She leant forward again and using one hand she pinched roughly at her nipples and plunged her fingers of the other hand back into her hungry cunt. She looked up and imagined him peering down at her, lust and approval written over his dark features.

She could stand it no more, her whimpers turning into loud moans. Like in their scenario he now said the one word she so longed to hear pass from his lips.

“Cum”

She fucked her cunt hard, and rubbed her clit back and forth with her other hand. Her body convulsed and she shook as the climax rippled over her skin. She moaned his name over and over again her voice scratchy with strain. Shots of heat enveloped her body, her muscles tensed in her pussy and her cunt squeezed onto her fingers then relaxed signalling the end of the spell he had cast upon her.

She collapsed onto the shower floor leaning up against the wall. She drew her knees up to her body. She hugged them with her arms and closed her eyes. The water showered down on her, caressing her tired muscles and soothing her.

Her pussy still tingled and felt warm. Her skin was sensitive and she wished he was there to stroke her and feel her. Tell her that she was his, and that he loved to own her. She really did want to be his fuck toy.

As she dried herself off and prepared for bed she looked at her computer. She wondered if he might still be around, there on the other side of the screen waiting to tempt and tease her again with his command of her mind and soul. She considered sitting down to type for him the story she had promised. She was going to tell him about her shower and email it to him, but she was so sleepy she decided to leave it till the next morning. Perhaps she might enjoy the fantasy again and have him there beside her, urging her on, encouraging her to let go and allow him to make her his very own…

I was a freshman in college when I had my first male-to-male sexual experience. Up until that point, I had never even entertained any sort of homosexual desire until it happened.

It was a Friday night in October – one of those weekends when most of the guys on my dorm floor had gone home for the weekend. So after my last class on Friday I walked over to the mall, picked up a few things, got something to eat and was heading back to campus when the rain started. I didn’t have an umbrella with me and I proceeded to get soaked. I ran to a strip mall for cover and hurried into the only place open, a hair salon. The guy working there, Mike, was just getting ready to close the store, as it was just a few minutes before 8:00. He took pity on me and told me he had a clothes dryer in the back and that he would loan me some sweatpants to wear while my clothes dried. I was still a long way from my dorm, so I took him up on his offer. He led me to the back office and left me while I changed into his sweats and a tee-shirt.

While my clothes were drying, I suggested I go ahead and get a haircut. He shut off the lights in the front of the store and locked the door (since he was closed), and then gave me a haircut.

Mike was in his mid-twenties and though I know a lot of male hairdressers are gay, I had no idea Mike was. He did not fit the profile of a gay male hairdresser. He just looked masculine. Anyway, we chatted while he cut my hair. My hair was pretty easy to cut, so my clothes were still wet when we were done. He had offered to drive me to my dorm, which I greatly appreciated, so I was going to hang out there until the clothes were dry. We were sitting in his office when he suggested a massage. Mike was taking classes to become a izmit rus escort certified masseuse and said he’d like the chance to practice.

Having nothing else to do, I agreed. So we went into another back room where he had a massage table. He handed me a towel and told me to get undressed and he’d be right back. So I stripped out of his clothes, wrapped the towel around my waist and laid down on the table.

He came back and put on some relaxing music. He poured oil onto his hands and began massaging my shoulders. It felt really good. He moved down my lower back and asked if he could remove my towel. I said sure and he opened the towel and began rubbing my butt cheeks. At this point, I realized I was getting aroused. And this confused me because it was a guy touching me! He worked his way down my legs and feet then asked me to turn over. I was uncomfortable about this because my cock was getting hard but I couldn’t refuse so I rolled over. I kinda muttered something about being sorry about my situation. He looked at my cock then told me not to worry about it – a lot of people got aroused during massages.

As he massaged my chest, he asked me about girlfriends. I was not dating anyone at the time and I told him I hadn’t been with a girl for some time. His hands moved down to my thighs, and I closed my eyes, trying to will my cock back down. That’s when he touched me. Very lightly, but his hands were brushing against my cock. I opened my eyes a bit and saw him staring at my cock and then grasping it. I opened my eyes further and he looked at me and said, “It’s alright, let me do this for you.” I closed my eyes again as I realized how much I was enjoying him touching me. He was stroking me up and down now, izmit escort leaving little doubt as to his intentions.

Then he let go. I heard him rustling around and I looked to see him undressing. He stripped down to just his black bikini briefs, which were holding a very full bulge. I couldn’t believe I was laying here naked with a guy touching me, and I was checking him out as he got nearly naked.

He came back and began stroking me again. Then he leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. I was not the world’s expert on blowjobs, but I’d had a few. And this guy was sucking my cock better than any girl had ever sucked me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and I knew I was not going to last long. I watched as he sucked my cock into his mouth. He had also reached down and freed his own cock from his briefs and was
stroking it as he sucked me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was reaching over and had my own hand on his cock. He stopped sucking me and looked up at me and smiled. He dropped his own hand and left mine to stroke him.

His cock felt so good in my hand. It was so nice and hard and probably an inch bigger than my own seven inches. He stepped up closer toward me as I reached out and stroked him with both hands. He leaned over and sucked on my nipples then moved back down to my cock. “I want to finish you off,” he said. He sucked my cock all the way into his mouth with incredible suction and almost immediately I was bucking my hips as my cum exploded into his hot mouth.

His mouth never left my cock as I came. At last, when I was done coming, he slipped his mouth from my cock and moved up, his head over mine. He smiled at me as he leaned in and put his lips to mine. We kissed and he opened his mouth and let some kocaeli escort of my own cum spill into my mouth. It was so wildly erotic that I dove my tongue forward and lapped at it greedily. As I swallowed some of my own hot cum, he broke the kiss. “You’re pretty wild,” he said. I gave him a smile and told him I had never done anything like this before. He just smiled as he raised up from leaning over to kiss me and brought his cock to the edge of the table. He put his hands on my head and pulled me to the edge of the table. “Suck me,” he said. “I think you’ll like it.”

And I wanted to. Badly. So I opened my mouth and he slid his cock in. I ran my tongue all over his cock and he continued to thrust forward. This position wasn’t working really well so he helped me down off the table and put me on my knees. He held my head as he slid his cock back into my mouth. “Relax your jaw,” he said as I was fighting a gag reflex. He pulled out, I relaxed, and I moved forward for his cock because I wanted it in my mouth – I wanted to taste his cum.

I reached up and played with his balls as he began to fuck my face. He was sliding further into my mouth now, and I loved it. He began moaning and tensing and all of a sudden, his cock was erupting inside my mouth, filling it with his hot cum. I loved the taste and swallowed quickly as I worked his cock for more. He continued to cum and as he filled my mouth again, he pulled out and jerked his cock, shooting his cum on my face as I savored what was in my mouth.

“Wow,” he said. “You’re some cocksucker – are you sure you’ve never done that before?” With cum on my face and lips and loving it, I looked up at him. “I’m sure, but I know my first time isn’t gonna be my last.” He smiled and wiped his cock against my face, and I sucked it into my mouth to suck it clean.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get dressed and go to my place.” I got up and followed him to get dressed, my cock already getting hard again as he invited me to his place.

It was sophomore year of college. I was taking calculus 2 at Cal Poly Pomona. I knew nobody in the class and I desperately needed a study buddy. I asked a few girls and got shot down. I then asked this boy who sat close to me. He agreed for later that night at his dorm room. I was extremely nervous for the test coming up.

I got to his dorm room a couple minutes past 9pm. He opened the door, it was a two bed dorm room, looked like any other in the place. His roommate was also in the room studying. We introduced ourselves. His name was Patrick. He was looked mixed, possibly White and Hispanic, had light brown eyes, and solid brown hair. He dressed nice, a little too nice. I would guessed that he was most likely gay. The boy I was about to study with, who’s name was Richard, was white, had blue eyes and blonde, short hair.

We opened our books and got to business. After about an hour and half of studying and a couple beers we were getting tired. We decided to take a break and take a couple shots of whiskey. Being a drinker, I took four shots within a half an hour. Patrick, Richard and I were really getting into our conversations. Patrick told me that he was gay, but Richard said that he was not. I said I wasn’t, having a girlfriend who I loved, but that I have fooled around with a couple guys in the past. The truth was a I sucked a couple dicks in my past, and it was some of the most exciting, pleasurable things I have ever done. I was obviously thinking of hooking up with Patrick. He was good looking and I couldn’t stop wondering how his dick looked, how it tasted, how it felt in my mouth.

We continued to take shots and drink beers. The conversations were flowing. Richard left to use the restroom and I thought to myself ‘this is my chance to talk to Patrick’. I sat next to him on his bed while we were still talking. We were looking in each others eyes. We were talking about the craziest places we had ever hooked up. I admitted that I had never had sex in a dorm, but always wanted to (I stayed at an apartment off campus). My eyes had been strolling his body and undressing him. He was blushing and it got quite. I put my hand on his thigh and moved in for kiss. He pulled back slightly at first, we locked eyes for a quarter of a second, then he moved in towards me. His lips were soft, soft as a women. We kissed for what felt like 5 minutes but was more like 30 seconds. My hand was rubbing his leg, while we looked into each others eyes again. I moved back in a kissed his neck. He smelt good, like he just took a shower and pulled his clothes out the wash. I gently kissed and nibbled at his neck and went back for his lips. The kisses started gentle but moved quickly to biting lips and a lot of tongue. At that point Richard came back in.

“Oh…” Richard said.

Patrick and I were very embarrassed and blushing. He closed the door quickly behind him.

“It’s izmit escort alright,” Richard said. “I ain’t trippin'”.

Richard sat down on his bed. He was obviously tipsy because his path from the door to the bed was about as straight as Patrick.

“Umm…well…you guys can..um….continue..If you want…I don’t mind.” muttered Richard.

Patrick and I looked at each other, looked at Richard, who was slightly smiling, looked back at each other, shrugged and we right back to where we were at. The idea of Richard watching us kind of turned me on. I pushed Patrick down on his bed and straddled him. I glanced over at Richard to see him looking at us intensely…I knew he wasn’t completely straight. I look back at Patrick and dive back in. I could feel Patrick’s dick getting hard under my ass as I grinded it on him. I sat up and pulled my shirt off and he instantly reached for my belt. He unbuckled it faster then I could have, and unbuttoned my pants. My dick was already hard and the outline could easily be seen though the jeans. He grabbed my boxers by the rim and pulled them down with my jeans and out shot my dick like a rocket. He couldn’t take his eyes off it and immediately grabbed it and started rubbing it.

I pulled his shirt up to his armpits. He let go of my dick to take his shirt over his head and I rubbed my dick on his smooth stomach. He threw his shirt at Richard who hasn’t taken his eyes off of us. Patrick grabbed my dick again and continued rubbing it. His hands were soft, and knew exactly how to rub me. I scoot up onto his chest to put my dick in front of his face. He kisses and licks the tip gently. His tongue worked the underside of my dick head. With the movements of his tongue, my dick twitched. I pushed the head into his mouth and pulled it out quickly. His mouth was still open so I slapped my cock on it to make a popping noise. He moaned and as he was I pushed it back in his mouth. I humped his mouth softly, moving my dick around his mouth, while his tongue continued to work the bottom side of my dick.

I pulled my dick out and got off his chest on the side of his bed. Patrick’s eyes were fixated on my cock, still twitching with pleasure. I pulled my pants down to reveal my cleanly shaven balls hanging low. At this time I began to stare at his large bulge in his pants. I moved my cock back towards his face while standing on the side of the bed and start rubbing his bulge. He started jacking my cock and sucking and licking my balls. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His cut, 8 inch cock plopped out. It was clean shaven and his balls hung low like mine. I couldn’t hold myself back and went straight down to put him in my mouth. I grabbed his cock, holding it up towards my mouth, I licked the precum that sat at the tip. The sweet flavor entered my watering mouth. I then leaned down and shoved his cock into my mouth. He completely filled my izmit escort bayan mouth even though I was only slightly past the head. I moaned loudly as he started licking the underside of my dick.

I bobbed on his dick, pulling it out every once in a while to kiss and lick it. I pulled it out and ran my tongue completely over his balls. getting them nice and wet. He was moaning with my dick resting on his face. I spat on his cock and started rubbing it between my hand and his stomach as I licked and sucked his balls. I dropped to my knees at the side of his bed and pulled his legs around my head. I licked up and down the length of his dick about five times and then got back to bobbing on his cock. He grabbed the back of my head and stared humping my face gently. My cock twitched.

My blood was flowing. The feeling of his hot, hard, smooth cock filling my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat was unbelievable. My mouth was watering like crazy, his balls were dripped with my spit. At that point I felt something rest on my shoulder. It was really warm and fleshy. I had completely forgot about Richard. I turned around and looked up to see Richard standing over me, holding his cock. He slapped me in the face with it. I moaned, I loved his hot, slightly hard cock slapping my cheek. I wanted him in my mouth too! I stuck my tongue out. He rubbed his cock over my wet tongue then shoved it in my mouth. He was slightly smaller then Patrick, but tasted just as amazing. He humped my face and pulled out. I turned to Patrick and put his dick bck in my mouth. I bobbed on his dick while jacking Richard, then switched it up. I did this a few times. I would look up at each of them as I sucked them.

Patrick got down to his knees as I was sucking Richard. He got slightly below me and started licking on Richard’s slightly hairy balls. Richard was moaning. I pulled out his cock t kiss the tip. Patrick moved up to kiss the other side of his dick. Richard’s dick then slid into Patrick’s mouth as I started licking the side and underside of Richard’s dick. I moved to Richards balls and began engulfing them in my mouth while Patrick worked his cock like a porn star. We swithed off between the balls and dick for a while. I then pulled back to let Patrick enjoy Richard’s cock on his own while I got up and took another shot.

I laid on Patrick’s bed with pillows under my head, propping it up, and signed for Richard to come over. He pulled his cock out of Patrick’s mouth and straddled my chest and shoved his cock in my already open mouth. He started to hump my mouth when I felt a warm mouth over my dick. I could feel Patrick as he deep throated my whole cock. I moaned loudly as Richard pumped my face and Patrick worked my cock. I grabbed Richard’s ass and pushed him in further. I could feel myself get close to cumming but I didn’t want to yet. I pushed Patrick up off izmit sınırsız escort my cock and I guess he got the clue. He then got on the chair and started jacking off as he watched Richard use my face. I could feel Richard’s cock getting larger in my mouth. He was humping harder and harder. Sometimes I would gag and pull it out to breath but he would just put it back in. He fucked my face for a few more minutes, then pulled out quickly started jacking it. I stuck my tongue out waiting for his hot load. I squeezed his ass and moaned as he started breathing louder and louder. He then pointed it straight at my face and made a grunt sound. A second later, his first spurt shot out with some power on my left cheek. The second shot hit my tongue and tooth. The next four quickly followed with perfect aim. He unloaded his last shots right on my tongue. I pulled my tongue in and felt his hot, salty cum settle at the back of my throat. as I squeezed the last of his cum out of his cock into my mouth. He then pulled his cock back and slapped it on my face, spreading the cum on my face. I moaned with pleasure. He got up off my and Patrick came over. He started kissing my with passion. His tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting the cum still in my mouth. He licked some of the cum off my chin and cheek, the stood up and said, “My turn.”

He stepped back from the bed and I followed like a puppy dog. I got straight to my knees and swallowed the amazing load in my mouth. It was thick going down but didn’t phase me. I was too excited for my second load. I quickly started worshiping Patrick’s cock with my mouth. I was licking and sucking it like it was my first time. I was really working the bottom of his head as I bobbed on his hard throbbing cock. He was moaning louder saying “Ya like that…uhh..ya, like that”

I kept what I was doing, increasing my speed and intensity. When it happened. His cum started shooting into my mouth. I felt the first shot hit the back of my tongue and was followed by numerous shots after. I was so in bliss that I cannot remember how many. The cum was dripping form the sides of my mouth as I continued to suck his cock. I pull it out to swallow. I couldn’t swallow it all at once, but was able to do it in two. I immediately put his cock back in my mouth until it began to soften. Patrick then pulled e to my feet and we kissed for a few minute. He then dropped to his knees. I deep throated my whole cock and I held his head on it. I started pumping his face with my cock fully in his throat. He forced his head back to breath then put it right back in. After a couple times he started jerking my cock with both hand. They were like magic and I felt as if I was about to cum. “I’m bout to..I’m bout to!” I moaned, He sped up and opened his mouth. “Ugghhhhh!” I came huge. The first couple shots completely covered his face and then he puts my cock in his mouth. He sucked me completely dry. He pulled my cock out and kissed my balls. I sat down and put my pants on. Richard gave me a towel to clean up, and then I put my shirt on. We said our goodbye, and I gave Patrick one last kiss. As I left I thought ‘Fuck, I need to study more often’

This story is based on a true person and an actual conversation (complete with the crudities of language that were expressed and a male centric viewpoint that some might find demeaning to women) that I witnessed. It is a glimpse at a type of individual, which is uncommon, but not rare among human beings. This type of person can be either male or female; they have a unique personal magnetism, which attracts people to them. You have probably seen them or have heard of someone like them. In school they are the most popular boys and girls, in business they rise through the ranks of the corporate world faster than their actual talent should allow; as politicians they easily win office.

They exude an aura that attracts both sexes to aid them in their causes. When their cause is noble, they can bring much good into the world; however, if their desires turn to sex, they are usually able to seduce whomever they wish. While these sexual dynamos are rare, history is filled with their names; Casanova is an example of a male that was extraordinarily successful in seduction, while Cleopatra and Mata Hari are representative of women who ruled men, by using their sexual prowess. John Noland is a modern day example of a master of seduction.

It was one day at the start of summer that I was sitting with John Noland, in his house and discussing everything from cabbages to kings, when the buzzer for his gate sounded. John lives in a house located at the top of a small hill surrounded by forest. At the turnoff from the main road onto the narrow dirt road, which winds up the hill to John’s home is an electronically locked gate. To get through the gate, a visitor must first press the buzzer, and then wait for John to release the lock.

“It’s that Benson kid,” John said looking down at the car and the figure standing next to the gate and pushing the button opening the gate. “He’s a good kid. Kinda, naïve, but so was I at his age.”

John Noland is an artist; a maker of pots, vases, etcetera, whose works of art may be seen in galleries and private collections throughout the West. He is a man approximately sixty years old, standing around six feet tall, astoundingly physically fit, and exuding a personality that naturally made most people want to be his friend.

John welcomed the young man into his house and gave him a beer as he introduced me to the visitor. The two men sat down and after a couple of swallows of brew began to talk.

The youngster asked John teasingly, “Well, John getting any tail lately?”

John took a deep pull on his beer before looking at the kid, “Oh, a little bit. Had me a gal in here this last weekend. Her husband had to leave for an hour and a half, so I was able to fuck her twice before he came back and picked her up.” John grinned at the younger man, “Just because I live by myself, and doubtless seem like an old man to you, doesn’t mean that I can’t find a way or two to get laid.”

“No offence intended,” the kid hastily said. “I was just kidding.”

“I know you were,” laughed John. “When I was your age, I was the same way, but I’ve learned a few things since then. A couple of those things are, never sell anyone short, and don’t judge someone by their appearance.”

“How many women have you had?” The kid asked. “It has to be a lot.”

“I’ve never counted,” John stated, ” making love to women is not like playing a game where you keep score. If you think like that, you are on the wrong track, and you had better do some rethinking. I respect women and love to give them pleasure. In the end, it is up to the woman if she wants me to fuck her or not. I don’t keep a tally of how many I’ve had or how many have turned me down.

“I’m a firm believer in doing things the natural way, and that means I fuck without a condom, but because of that, I have to be extra careful. I always make sure that the women I fuck are clean, wholesome gals. There are a whole lot of terrible diseases out there, just waiting for the fool that runs around shoving his dick into any and every woman he meets. You have to be very careful. The smartest beylikdüzü escort thing is to wear a condom, but I’m not noted for my smarts. I am smart enough to get regular checkups from doctor.”

“How do all those women feel about you riding them bareback?”

“Well, sometimes they’re pretty reluctant. After they get to know me a bit and learn my beliefs most of them go along with it.”

“Don’t they object to you filling them with sperm?”

“The first time or two, if they insist, I’ll pull out and shoot on their bellies, but after that, they almost always to come around to my way of thinking, and they allow me cum in them. See it’s like this, for real sex to occur, cum has to flow from the male into the female–that’s the natural way. Now, it doesn’t matter if the cum ends up in a gal’s mouth, her cunt, or her asshole, but it isn’t really sex until the female ends receiving a man’s cum. That’s the way nature intended and that’s the way it should be, anything less isn’t really sex.”

“Wow, I’ve never thought about it like that,” the young man admitted. “What’s the most times you’ve managed to cum in one day?”

“You know I’ve never counted. I guess it would be about ten or eleven times, but that took a long day and it drained me fairly dry for a week.”

“Gee “and I think it is a lot when I can cum four times in a day,” the kid said in amazement. “Have you ever been married?”

“No, I’ve never been married, and I don’t intend ever to get married, but I’ll bet I regularly get more pussy than most of the husbands in this world. Sure, I look to you like an old man, and the truth of the matter is I’m not hung like a horse, only average, but I know how to use what I’ve got.

“Kid, I’m going to give you some good advice, and if you work at it, you’ll be as successful at getting laid as I am. First thing off, unless you are planning on marrying some special gal, only fuck married women. When you stick to fucking married women you usually don’t have to worry about them being jealous, and you don’t have to worry if the gal gets knocked up. If she does get pregnant, she sure as heck isn’t going tell her husband that you’re the one that got her that way. The only thing you have to watch out for is keeping the husband in the dark, and that can be done with a few common sense precautions.

“Take a look out that window. Looks like mainly trees out there, but there are a lot of homes sitting out in that forest. There must be some sixty married couples living within two miles of here, and I’ve fucked quite a few of the wives, ranging in age from their early twenties clean up to their seventies. I screw some of those women on a regular basis, and I make my way into the pants of a lot of the others every few months.

“You see, after the first five years of married life, a gal becomes ripe for the picking. Her husband probably only fucks her once or twice a week, and usually that is just a quick screw that leaves the woman hanging in air, unsatisfied. Too many of those husbands think only of getting themselves off, and they forget about the needs of their wives. Those wives are sexually frustrated, and it only takes a man with the right approach to get in between their legs. Most of those women are looking to do something out of the ordinary, which will lend some excitement to their lives. They love their husbands and don’t want to break up their homes, but secretly they are ready for a fling. If you were to ask most of those wives, if they would think about fucking another man, they’d slap your face and send you on your way. However, they’re missing something in their lives and if you know the right approach you can be the one to provide them with what they lack.

“A good many husbands have stopped listening to their wives. That is, their husbands hear their words, but often don’t understand the meaning behind those words. In addition the husband and wife have gotten into a sexual rut. That magical spark, that once inflamed their passions has dimmed, or worst yet, gone totally out.

“Now, I come along, and I listen escort beylikdüzü to them. I dedicate some serious time to getting to know a woman; I become her friend, a very good friend. I want to do what is best for the woman. I want her to know she is someone special and is someone that can still inspire lust in a man’s heart. I do my best to help her in everyway I can, and not just in the bedroom. In addition to listening to her, I help out with chores around the woman’s homes, chores that her husband always seems too busy to do. I gain the woman’s confidence, she knows I don’t want to breakup her marriage and won’t go dragging her name through the muck. She will then begin to see me as someone she can relax with and she begins to let go of her inhibitions. Sometimes it happens in a few minutes, and sometimes it takes days, but she will usually come around to the point where she will want me to make love to her. Finally, I’ll give her the kind of fucking that she been missing since her honeymoon was over. Afterwards, she might feel a little guilty, but I help her over that. Most times the woman will find out that her relations with her husband improve; she approaches sex with a renewed lust that the husband really appreciates.

“Let me give you an example. There is this young gal whose husband owns his own business. They’ve been married for only three years, but he has to be gone fourteen hours a day. By the time he gets home he doesn’t feel much like taking care of the little lady. I came on the scene, started helping out with a lot of the yard work and helping do other chores. That went on for months. Then, the gal began confiding in me about how she was getting frustrated. I listened to her and began to understand her deepest feelings. I tried to assure her that it was normal for her to have such feelings and that, in time she would find that the situation would improve.

“Eventually our conversations started to turn to sex. I could tell that she was reluctant and embarrassed to say anything, but once she started talking all her sexual frustration poured out. It was evident that she was very unhappy with her husband’s lack of attention. I didn’t do much more than listen and show some sympathy. Then one day, she asked me if I thought she had a good body. I answered that I thought she was a great looking woman and if I were a younger man I’d be trying to get a more intimate look at it. She sadly smiles and said she didn’t think her husband thought that she was sexy.

“The next thing you know is she asked if I wanted to see her naked. No way I could turn that down. Pretty soon she is naked as all get out standing in front of me. She had smallish tits with sort of puffy nipples and a pussy that she kept shaved. I praised her up on side and down the other. She wanted to know why her husband didn’t think so. I told her I was sure that he did, but that he had a lot of work. Next she sat down beside me sort of crying. I just put my arm around her and comforted her and in a couple of minutes she was zipping down my pants.

“I started to work her tits with my hands and mouth – let that be a lesson to you, pay plenty of attention to a woman’s tits. Too many men just give a gal’s tits a couple of feels and then move on to the pussy. A woman likes to be handled gently. Caressed as if she were some kind of fine work of art and her tits a very important part of her. Anyhow, she got so excited by what I was doing to her tits that she gave up on my zipped and began kissing. That’s another lesson – do a lot of kissing. Remember when you have your tongue in her you’ve got a part of your body in her body. It’s like one mouth fucking the other. Also, make sure you kiss her all over her face, ears, throat, and tits. Suck her nipples into your mouth and let your tongue work over them. Tease the top of each nipple with your tongue; you’ll feel them get harder as you do it. A woman needs to be played like the fine instrument she is, the key is to take your time and work her up to a fever pitch.

“After I made sure I had paid my fondest respects to her upper half beylikduzu escort one of my hands slid slowly down her belly while my mouth and other hand kept busy with her tits. At first she kept her legs together, but I just continued kissing and fondling her. I gently caressed her thighs and tummy until she began to open her legs. Then I, ever so gently, began to rub her clitoris using irregular motions. She began panting and moaning pressing against my hand on with her cunt. That’s another lesson – don’t be in a hurry to slide your fingers in a girl’s pussy. Make sure you stimulate her clit first and foremost. I kept that up for awhile then started pushing a finger in her and then back to her clit. I could tell she was working up to a cum when I slid off the couch and got on the floor between her legs. I could have fucked her then, but that would have been selfish. I started eating her out, making sure that most of my tongue work was on her clit, and only now and then sticking my tongue in her pussy hole. I kept one of my hands on her tits gently molding the end of her nipples. I stretched a couple of fingers of the other hand into her cunt while I sucked on her clit. (That’s another thing – make sure your fingernails are short and aren’t rough) My fingers found her G-spot and in no time she was cumming hard and long.

“When she finally came down from cumming, I knew she was ready to be fucked. I dropped my pants and got between her legs. I could tell that she expected me to plant my dick in her, but I just rubbed it over her clit and around and around her hole until she started to beg me to fuck her. I kept working her up until she actually grabbed my cock and put it in her cunt and then grabbed my waist and pulled me toward her. Slowly and effortlessly, I slid forward as her wet pussy adhered around my dick. I began fucking her, every now and then I would change up rhythm, but always making sure that my motions also rubbed her clit. Before long she was cumming again, but I kept fucking her and rode her for twenty-five minutes before shooting my cum deep into her cunt. She had cum so often and hard that she could hardly move. All she could do is lie there out of breath while my cum dripped out of her pussy and onto the rug.

“I’m a lucky guy. I’m one of those people that can fuck again after only a short rest. I fucked her four times in about four hours, averaging twenty minutes to a fuck. She thanked me so very much for making her feel better.

“I continued to fuck her, fairly often for the rest of that month, and during that time she told me that her lovemaking with her husband was getting better. She even said I saved her marriage.

“Hell, she just needed to feel better about herself, and when she started feeling better, the rest of her married life got a lot better. Her husband still has a lot of work, but she feels a lot better about him and their relationship. I still fuck her, from time to time, but I take a lot of pride in the fact that I was able to help her get her mind straightened out and helped her and her husband to stay together.

“Now usually I don’t fuck a girl that young; usually, the women are older and have been married a lot longer. They need a little excitement in their lives and a lot of good sex. I can provide those things and I do it in a manner where their husbands will never catch them. I love women and I want to help them to enjoy life to the fullest. I want to add a little adventure to their lives.

“Keep in mind boy; you always need to treat a woman with respect. Never treat her like she is a cunt waiting for your cum, if you do that you’re only a selfish bastard who is on the road to disaster. Give a gal pleasure and take your time, you’ll be glad you did.”

The purpose of this little tableau has been solely to illustrate, to both men and women, that master seducers exist and often prey on the spouses of the unsuspecting. I believe that John thinks that he is actually helping the women he seduces, but I can’t agree with him. John is my friend, but even friends can disagree. I disapprove of John’s habit of taking other men’s wives and I would get very nervous if he were alone with my wife. Therefore be warned, allow your wife, girlfriend, husband, or boyfriend to feel as if she or he is being taken for granted, and you may find a John or Jill Nolan at your door.

Standing in the bathroom, his heart still pounding from having just brought her to her second orgasm sucking her wonderful dark nipples, his cock still tingling from her having taken his entire creamy load, he watched Auntie May bend over to pickup her bra, her blouse and suit jacket, her wonderful chocolate breasts swaying with her every movement, he wondered why Auntie May had just said “They had to get him ready for Uncle Max.”

So he asked, “What do you mean get me ready for Uncle Max?”

“Well, first, we need to take showers so we don’t smell like cum and pussy juice,” she said, smiling gently at him, her white teeth contrasting against her dark face. “I’ll explain in detail later, but for now all you need to know is that your Uncle will be wanting to welcome you too,” she said, giving him a lewd smile as she walked out the door, her large full breasts wobbling with each step. As he watched her go, his noticed how wide her shoulders were and running his eyes down her back how much of an hourglass figure she had, till finally his gaze fastened on her wide bottom. Her hips were so wide, and her suit pants fit so well they accentuated the gap between her thighs, a gap he really wanted to see up close and personally.

His heart continuing to pound with the lingering thrill of the most erotic woman he’d encountered in his young life, he leaned into the shower and turned on the hot water, wondering what she meant about Uncle Max “Welcoming him.” He stripped of his shirt and socks; the only things he still had on after Aunt May had so generously removed his pants, and stepped into the shower.

He was still hot, thinking of running his tongue over Auntie May’s dark chocolate nipples, and his cock stood firmly erect while he soaped up under the warm water. He heard a loud rumbling as a vehicle pull up in front of the house and assumed it was Uncle Max in his diesel pickup. Two minutes later he heard his Uncle’s voice in the hallway calling May, and her unintelligible response.

He was facing the shower head, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, when he felt a rush of cold air on his wet back, and heard his Uncle’s voice right behind him.

“Oh it’s you in here. Well, look at you! You’ve certainly gotten a lot bigger since I saw you last, and you look like you’ve been working out. Good muscle tone kid,” and in a lower suggestive tone added, “I had a nice firm butt like that when I was your age.”

Pleased his uncle had commented on his muscle tone, he turned around, forgetting his fully erect cock, and was delighted to notice his Uncle’s eyes run over his muscular body and nod with approval, then drop to his engorged cock his where his gaze lingered a bit longer than necessary, then said, “Your Dad’s right. That is the only thing about you that looks like him.” He said nodding at Tom’s cock, then turned to go and said over his shoulder, “I’ll see you in about 20 minutes in the den for drinks before dinner, after I get a quick shower.”

Tom was drying off, one foot on the edge of the tub, his now semi erect cock in full view of the open door, when Aunt May, dressed in a long sleeved, ankle length dress, with a tight low cut white lace up bodice, that accentuated her dark chocolate complexion, and deep cleavage, walked by the open door, glanced in and saw him.

“Mmmmmmm. Very good looking stuff you have there!” she said in a low throaty whisper, pointedly looking at his cock, while pushing her breasts up with both hands as if offering them to him to suck again. He glanced from her enticing creamy chocolate cleavage to her face, and saw that she was looking him directly in the eyes while she ran the red tip of her tongue in and out over her dark upper lip; but before he could say anything, she moved past the door out of sight.

He was so distracted by her licking her lips and teasing him with her breasts to notice if she was wearing a bra, or if her wonderful tits were confined by a bra or just the laced bodice of the dress. Then, while he spent a couple minutes shaving, he lewdly wondered if she was wearing any panties and the licentious thoughts caused his cock to harden. Two minutes later, his face now free of any “fuzz” as his Dad called it, he walked into his room to dress for dinner. He threw the towel on the chair and opened his duffel bag, but it was empty. About the same time as he discovered his empty duffel bag, Aunt May called down the hallway.

“Tom, I took the liberty of hanging your clothes in the spare closet in our room, because the one in your room is full of boxes of our business records. The rest of beylikdüzü escort your stuff is in the dresser on the left side of the closet.”

Nude, but hearing the shower running and knowing Uncle Max was still in the shower, he went into the master bedroom, to find his clothes and get dressed. All his clothes had been neatly hung on the left side of the closet, shirts on the top bar, pants on the bottom bar. A small short 4-drawer chest sat just inside the door on the right. He was dressed quickly, just a dress shirt and lacks sans shorts, and his dockside loafers. The type of dress his Dad called business casual, and had insisted Tom learn to wear instead of the T-shirt and jeans he preferred.

Finally dressed, his uncle still in the shower, he went down the hall toward the den. It was a large airy room with a high ceiling, plush carpet, a built-in bar in one corner, a larger flat screen TV opposite the bar, a full sized pool table fit comfortably opposite a card table and chairs, and a large couch occupied the wall next to the bar. Aunt May was sitting on one of the stools at the bar sipping a cocktail.

“Do you want a drink before dinner?” She asked, looking him up and down, and nodding approval of his casual dress. “Good choice of clothes. Max wants to go the Steak House. I think you’ll like it.”

He wondered how the dress she was wearing would fit in at the Steak House, but realized he didn’t care. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

When he didn’t answer immediately, she said, grinning “I know your not 21 but you’re close enough, and we know you’re plenty old enough for other adult stuff so you can have a drink.”

Realizing she had said something to him, he glanced at her eyes, to see she was watching him with an amused concern on her face, “You think you can keep from staring at my tits while we’re at dinner Tom? Or should I put on something else so you concentrate on eating something else?”

He flushed deep red, realizing she had caught him staring – again, and obviously had a very good idea of what he was thinking.

I’m sorry Auntie; I didn’t mean to be rude. I’ll try to do better,” he said genuinely embarrassed that he couldn’t control himself any better than he had.

“Oh sweetie you’re not being rude. I really do love having you look at me that way, it make me feel good, and it reminds me of Max when he’s really horny, but you need to think of your Uncle and not embarrass him by staring at me when he’s around,” she said gently.

“I’ll …”

She didn’t let him finish, “Dinner will be short tonight. Max has some after dinner business he has to deal with on the other side of town, so we’ll be on our own for about 2 hours after dinner.”

He nodded, thinking to himself, “Damn! How am I supposed to behave at dinner when she just said that?”

“I’ll be good Auntie, I promise,” he said earnestly; hoping he could deliver on his promise, but doubting he could.

“Oh you’ll be good alright,” she said with a knowing wink, “I’ll see the that.”

Holy shit! Shit she’s gonna drive me crazy, he thought, just as Max walked in.

“You ready? I gotta scoot, Ben just called and wants to meet sooner,” he said addressing May.

“We’re ready,” she said.

She’d been right. Dinner was short, but the food was excellent. They had arrived and been seated immediately even thought the place was busy and there was a waiting line. The waiter obviously knew May and Max, and simply asked, “The usual?”

Max answered, “Yeah, and he’ll have the same as me,” nodding at Tom.

“What am I having?” asked Tom curious but not really caring what it was. How bad could it be when it was a steak place? “Wait and see,” Max said.

“They certainly know you here,” Tom observed, never seen anyone get such quick service in any restaurant before.

“Max knows the owner,” May said with a wink, and when we get a reservation we pre-order. Speeds things up a lot.”

Dinner arrived as she said it. After the waiter set the plates down and departed, May said, “So tell us how you like school, are you living on campus, what classes are you taking, are your professors any good? The works.”

“I’m taking computer science. This semester I took basic classes in design, manufacturing, soft ware, and electrical engineering. Next semester I have to choose what to concentrate on, and I haven’t decided yet.” He thought about the computer in his bedroom and the photos on, and kept his description of his classes vague to avoid any possibility of discussing programming, or hacking.

“Your beylikduzu escort mom told us a bit about what classes you’ve taken, and that you’re doing very well. She also told us you’re going to graduate early, unless you decided to do graduate school,” said Max, “have you gotten any job offers, or are have you looked yet?”

Tom was surprised Max knew anything about his schooling. Mom had never told him she had told Max anything about his grades, course work, or job search. “Actually I’ve gotten several job offers, and I’m trying to decide if I want to get a job or get a Masters or PhD.”

“What are the considerations on whether you stay in school or take a job?” asked Max sounding more serious that curious.

“Money, I’m drowning in school loans; location, I don’t want to leave California, and quality of the work. I don’t want to get stuck doing some repetitive boring job, and I want some control over what I’m doing.”

Max’s cell phone beeped. “That’s my reminder,” he said, “I want to talk to you some more about your decision. There’s a few things you don’t know about that you might want to consider before you make a decision. In the mean time I’ve gotta run. You two have a good time and I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

Max dropped his napkin on the table, got up, stepped around the table, and leaned over to kiss May who took his kiss full on her lips as she ran her hand up the inside of his leg, cupped his bottom, pulled him closer and whispered in his ear. He listened, and Tom saw him grin and glance over at Tom.

“It seems May has plans for you two while I’m busy. You enjoy yourself now,” he said directly to Tom, with a genuine smile, as he left.

Tom was too surprised and unsure what May had said to Max to respond before Max was out of earshot and gone.

“What did you tell him?” Tom demanded.

“I told him I was gonna take you home and fuck your brains out, and when he got home he could do the same and then watch you do me again,” she said calmly, but lust showed in her eyes and he could see her pulse pounding in her neck.

“You can’t be serious!” Tom sputtered, “no joke now. Tell me what you said.”

“I did.” She said, smiling at him. “I told you we would have some time together while he was gone, I just didn’t tell you it would be quality time.”

“No, you’re jerking my chain,” Tom said, now having had time to consider the odds of what she had said being true, and figuring they were astronomically against it being true.

“No Tom, I’m not pulling your chain. What you don’t know about Max and me is that Max is bi and that this business Max is going to go deal with right now involves his boyfriend. For that matter, I’m bi as well and I have a girlfriend that I see on my girls-night-out. It just so happens this is Max’s boys-night-out, so I now have you all to myself.”

He stared at her too shocked to say anything, trying to assimilate the incredible, improbable, and unbelievable bombshell she had just unloaded on him.

“But … I … How do you …?” He was having trouble formulating his thoughts. Images of the photos of Max and May on the computer engaged in every sex act he knew about, were interrupted by images and the taste of May’s nipples in his mouth, that were interrupted my images of Max staring at his cock while he was in the shower, interrupted by images of her sucking him, interrupted by his memories of Max in his cowboy gear working the cattle, interrupted by memories of his father and Max standing together at various family occasions talking quietly just out of earshot, interrupted by the sight of May now sitting next to him breathing hard, and his almost physical memory of her begging him to suck her nipples again.

He looked over at her, and saw she was sitting there, watching him with amusement on her face, waiting till he had worked through the information and was ready to talk.

“Does my parents …? ” He decided he didn’t know what to ask and might not want to know the answer anyway. There were way too many questions he wanted answered, but wasn’t sure he was ready for the answers when it came to his parents.

Then he asked, “How did you and Max …?” He let the unfinished question hang in the air.

“Lets go,” she said quietly with urgency in her voice, “I really need you right now. And we can talk about all this stuff later.” She stood up and almost pulled him out of his chair.

Her touch was electric and sent shock wave up his spine. He looked at her face, eyes were slightly wider than usual, she was breathing hard escort beylikdüzü and the outlines of her erect nipples were clearly visible through the light fabric of her bodice. His cock stiffened and his heart rate jumped. His pulse pounding in his ears and his hardon trying to force its way out of his pants, he stood up and followed her out the door his hand held tightly in her suddenly sweaty hand.

She drove home, refusing to let him drive with the simple explanation that he didn’t know the way, and it would be way faster if she did it. Then she refused to let him touch her while she drove, slapping his hand away, explaining that it was way too distracting in her state of excitement and didn’t want to crash. However, to keep his hands occupied, she encouraged him to unzip his slacks and fondle himself while she took quick peeks at what he was doing.

She triggered the garage door even before they entered the driveway and drove straight in and closed it before she switched off the engine. Refusing to get entangled with him in the car or garage, she led him into the house before turning to him and engulfing him in her arms, pressing the full length of her body against him, as they entered the den. He enjoyed the heat of her embrace, his hands finding and holding her firm bottom, exploring the separation between her cheeks and squeezing her tight. He met her lips with his own gently sucking her tongue when she forced it into his mouth, letting his hands explore the rest of her body, anywhere but her breasts. He’d make her wait a little for that.

Her hands finally forced their way between their bodies, and shoved his pants down releasing his throbbing cock into her eager grasp while she watched him untie the lacing of her bodice, and then raised her arms while he pulled her dress up over her head and dropped it on the floor, releasing her breasts to his waiting mouth. Now fully nude they stood together enjoying the pleasure of exploring each other, in no rush to move on.

Then responding to her insistence, he bent his head and began to run his tongue over her nipples. She moaned, “mmmmmm, harder, lick me harder, mmmmm, uuuhhhrrrh!” Then as his mouth closed over her nipple, she moaned deep in her throat at the electric sensation running through her nipples, “AAAAHHHHHH, AAAAAHHHHH, AAAAHHHHH!,” and ran her hands over his shoulders and up through his hair, “MMMhhhhh!” Her legs started to buckle, and he stepped backwards pulling her along with him till he sat down on the couch and pulled her down to straddle him, letting her pin his pulsating cock between their bellies as he sucked her nipples. As he sucked her she rubbed her belly and crotch against his cock and her soft moans grew louder as he sucked, first gently then harder, finally he trapped her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth and sucked hard, and she screamed, “AAAAHHHH, MMMMM, OOOHHHH,” over and over, unable to resist her impending climax, she pressed her breasts against his face moaning uncontrollably, “UUURRRGGHHH,” as he pushed her over the edge till her body suddenly twitched as each electric spasm of pleasure released her tension.

He held her tight, running his hands over her bottom, enjoying the sensation of spreading her cheeks and gripping her, not forcing himself on her, till her contractions relaxed and she could focus and look at him.

Then, aware she was straddling his legs with his cock trapped between them, without saying anything she leaned forward raising her bottom and then settled back down on him enveloping his throbbing cock. He groaned, “Uuurrggghhhh,” as he felt her warm wetness firmly grasp him. Then when she began her rocking hips he started to loose control, “Uurrrggghhhh, Uurrrggghhhh,” as she forced him inexorably toward climax no matter how hard he tried to resist her and control himself. He felt it coming and moaned deep in his throat, Uurrrggghhhh, Uuurrrggghhhh,” arching his back, gripping her bottom tightly, and thrusting himself upward into her harder and faster, as she rode him and repeated in his ear, “Come on Tom give me all of it!” He reached climax loudly, “UUURRRGGHHH, UUURRRGGHHH, UUURRRGGHHH, UUURRRGGHHH,” spurting his cream deep into her eager body as she watched his pleasure show on his face. She sat quietly on him, nuzzling his face, enjoying his hands caressing her bottom, till his body relaxed, then slid off him onto the couch.

Sated for the moment, they relaxed with him still sitting on the couch and her lying on her back, her head on his lap, one leg lying flat the other knee bent and raised leaning against the back of the couch, one arm over her head the other rested on her belly holding his hand, giving him the perfect view of her entire luscious body.

After a few quiet minutes she looked up at him and said softly, “Now it’s time to talk about us, and Max.”