Aylar: Haziran 2023

Many years ago I worked for a very small company whose office was located in a converted farm building on a working farm. The company consisted of me and a two other people, one in the warehouse and the boss. I mainly worked on the clerical side based in the office while the boss was normally out on his travels doing sales for the company.

It was such a laid back company I was able to spend a lot of time surfing the internet and looking at porn sites as no one was normally in the offices. This always had me simmering with horny thoughts running in my head, something which my husband loved as each evening he’d reap the benefits.

A little about me, I was 30 at the time, 5’4″, Indian and always dressed to impress in heels and classy office. I always took time on my appearance, wearing full make up and a fortune on perfume to ensure I always looked groomed in a very sexy yet classy way. This combination along with my 36c tits and round bum had most guys drooling.

It didn’t take long for me to get noticed on the farm by the farmers son and the farm hands. They always seemed to be hanging around the car park when I arrived in the morning or left in the evening making cheeky comments and having banter. I loved the attention and enjoyed flirting with them and enjoying the innuendos they came out with.

The farmers son in particular was quite keen and would very often come and chat with me during the day whilst standing at my window. I found myself getting flustered and excited each time I saw him approaching the window and loved flirting with him more and more.

Over the weeks our conversations turned more flirty and sexual and we started discussing fantasies and our desires. I made it quite clear I loved the attention from him and the farm hands each morning. This encouraged him to be even more forward until one day he invited me to meet him in the barn behind my office during lunchtime. I was so horny for him by now I instantly agreed and counted down the time until lunch, it seemed to take ages but finally the time came for me to go round to the barn.

My heart was beating out my chest and I could feel how wet I’d become, even my nipples were poking through my blouse as I walked out the office towards the barn. As I turned the corner and started walking towards the barn my heels were clicking on the concrete but I couldn’t see the farmers son anywhere. As I entered the barn, it was quite dull and as my eyes adjusted to the light I heard a shuffle behind me and a hand wrap round my waist pulling me away from the entrance.

He was standing there in his overalls and instantly pulled my head towards him before starting to kiss me deeply. His other hand grabbed my tits and he started to squeeze them roughly as I tried to open the buttons on my blouse to give him full access. He popped the buttons on his overalls revealing his chest and pulled it over his shoulders down to his waist. My blouse was now fully open and tits were spilling out of my bra, he started pushing me down to my knees in front of him and I reached to his waist to open his overalls further.

As I pulled his overalls open and down along with his boxers his cock sprang out right by my face. I had always preferred white cock to any others even my husbands Indian cock but this was the first time id had one in front of my face and it was so horny that I was shacking. His cock was a decent size but what really stood out were his massive balls which were hanging down swinging below his cock.

I lowered my head as he pushed it towards his cock and licked the pre cum from the tip slowly taking the full length into my mouth. I heard him moan as I slowly started to pleasure him with one hand playing with his lovely balls. I moved to sucking his balls whilst slowly wanking his rock hard cock and feeling it pulse in my hands.

I returned to sucking it and it wasn’t long before I started to feel him bucking and moaning as I bobbed my head up and down. He started face fucking me making my eyes water and just as I felt him about to shoot I pulled his cock out of my mouth and pointed it at my tits. His hot watery cum pulsed out covering my tits as he bucked and moaned. When he’d finished I lowered my head and cleaned his cock before rubbing all his lovely cum into my tits.

We both started sorting ourselves out feeling a little sheepish and giggly, I was so horny I needed more but after he’d cum he was more worried in case anyone came in. I left the barn and returned to my office walking past a couple of the farm hands on the way and wondering if they could tell what I’d been up to.

After I got back to the office and sorted myself out I was shacking but with a big smile on my face. A few min later the farmers son walked past my window again with the farm hands. They all waved and I went to the window to greet them, it didn’t take long for me to guess they all knew what had just gone on and somehow that turned me on even more.

After that the banter with them all was more sexual and forward and it wasn’t long before they’d Ankara bayan escort plucked up the courage to have a grope of my bum or tits each morning if they were on the car park. I was loving being seen as the farm slut and this soon let to more fun….

It was another few days before the farmers son (Dave) came to my window, meanwhile there had been lots of cat calls and teasing from the farm hands and him each morning and night.

He knocked on my window making me jump as id been browsing the porn, it was too late to switch it off as he’d seen it from the window. It skipped over to the window whilst blushing and opened it to start chatting. ” Enjoying yourself?” he asked with a grin on his face, “err I was just looking” I said whilst blushing even more. I noticed he wasn’t alone this time and had one of the farm hands (Jake) with him who seemed a bit shy but waved a quick hello.

We chatted for a while about general stuff before I noticed the bulge in Daves overalls, he saw me looking and turned to his Jake saying ” she cant keep her eyes of it” and they both laughed making me blush even more. I was alone that day and he asked if they could come into the warehouse for a coffee which I was more than happy to allow.

I opened the shutter door to let them into the small warehouse and shut the shutter door behind them. It was at that moment the sexual tension seemed to envelop me and the atmosphere seemed to change instantly. I told Jake about the other day Dave said but he doesn’t believe me, can you tell him it was true. I wasn’t surprised he’d told him and nodded to agree it was all true. Wow Jake said to Dave, you’re a lucky fucker, Dave came up to me and put his arm round my waist and said I’m sure she wont mind showing you how good she is!

With that I felt his hand come up to my breasts and start squeezing them whilst I could feel his hard cock pressing against my bum. One by one he slowly unbuttoned my blouse pulling it our my skirt and opening it up wide. He beckoned Jake over and told him to have a feel, meanwhile he started to hitch my skirt up and put him hand into my panties feeling for my pussy and clit.

I was in heaven as these two young fit white men exploring my firm Indian body, I felt like a total slut but was loving every second of it. It wasn’t long before they had both pulled down their overalls exposing two wonderful rock hard cocks, I bent forward to take Jakes cock into my mouth and felt Dave holding my ass trying to find my pussy.

Almost simultaneously I took Jake into my mouth as Dave pushed deep into me making me squeal. I could barely breath as my face was fucked and pussy slammed hard from behind. Daves thrusts were hard and rampant trying to get his full length deep into my pussy and I wasn’t long before I felt him tense up and empty his load deep into my pussy! Jake pulled his cock out and started wanking next to my face before splashing cum all over my hair and cheek.

I collapsed to the floor in a heap feeling totally used as they both stood above me with dripping cocks. Clean us up Dave ordered and I duly obliged sucking the string of cum from both their cocks. They both pulled their overalls up and helped me up off the floor, I stood there with my face covered in cum and pussy leaking cum. My blouse wide open and tits spilled out with skirt around my waist.

I was shaking with horniness and so please with how quickly I’d made them cum as Dave pulled the shutter door open exposing me to the car park. Stood outside were two of the other farm hands and a guy who had one of the units next to us. They all cheered as Dave and Jake left and walked outside leaving me trying to totter over to the door and frantically pull it down without exposing myself but it was too late.

As the door shut I could hear them all laughing and making comments about how good I looked naked and how much they whished it could have been them! It was no secret now that I had become the talk of the farm……

My days on the farm continued with regular fun with Dave the farmers son and lots of comments and occasional pat on the bum from Jake and the other farm hands.

The offices were opposite the main farm house, this was also the location of the farm office where Dave was based most of the time. One lunchtime I received a text from him to meet him in the office and I was more than willing to oblige. I tottered across the car park trying not to be seen but was spotted by the car sales guy whose unit was next to ours.

He commented on how good I looked and how wonderful it was to see me in the warehouse in the state I was in the other day. I thanked him for his comments and said I’m glad he enjoyed the flash the other day, he tried to persuade me into his unit but I insisted I had things to do and no time for popping in.

I carried on into the farm office where Dave greeted me with a deep kiss while his rough hands started to grope my bum. I was wearing a summer dress and it was soon off my shoulders and on the floor leaving me Escort bayan Ankara wearing heels and a bra…my panties had already been removed before I left my office! He led me to the sofa in the office and pulled down his overalls exposing his cock as he sat down.

I willingly dropped to my knees and took his cock in hand slowly wanking it and enjoying the view, pre cum was leaking out the tip and I ran my finger over it scooping it into my mouth whilst giving him a dirty smile. I then lowered my mouth down onto his throbbing cock bobbing my head slowly up and down whilst holding his balls and letting my exposed ass wiggle in full view of the window behind me.

After a few min of sucking Dave pulled me up to straddle him and I gladly did so as my pussy was dripping and desperate for cock. I slowly lowered myself down onto his cock moaning with delight at the same time as he did. He placed his hands on my bottom and we slowly got into a rhythm with me grinding down on his cock trying to feel every inch inside me.

We built up a nice rhythm and my tits were bouncing in his face with my inch long nipples rock hard and sticking out. My eyes were shut In extasy so I didn’t see the shadow in the doorway the other side of the room. As I opened them I saw the Daves dad the farmer hiding round the door with cock in hand wanking away, I don’t know how I didn’t scream but the sight of this grey haired 70 ish year old farmer wanking his fat cock whilst I was riding his son was too much for me and I came hard on Daves cock.

As I ground down and came on his cock I felt him harden and start filling me with cum, all the time I was looking his dad in the eye as he brought himself off. I saw him spurt his cum all over the floor just as his sons cum started leaking out of my pussy. I grinned at Daves dad as he quickly shuffled away as I dismounted Dave.

Daves cum was leaking all down my legs so we cleaned up as best we could and got dressed but it was obvious I had just been fucked as I was so out of breath and sweating. Dave pulled up his overalls and sat back behind his desk, I quickly tottered out the office still in shock at the fuck and also being watched but I was still so horny.

As I crossed the car park the guy from the unit was still there with a big grin on his face, “have fun did you” he said laughing, “Yes indeed” I said grinning and realising from his unit he could see straight into the window where I had just been fucked. He invited me in again and even though I didn’t fancy him at all I was desperate to cum again and said ” Well you can clean up if you like” expecting him to laugh it off but instead he said “I’d love to”.

Seconds later I was in his office with legs spread with this married middle aged man lapping away at my shaven pussy and loving every second of it. I was moaning like a whore with legs spread wide thinking of the farmers dad watching me fucking his son enjoying a mouth on my clit. It wasn’t long before I came hard on his face leaving me totally drained and happy.

Thankyou, I needed that I breathlessly said, just as he started getting his cock out for me to suck. Not really fancying him I gave him a couple of wanks but declined the chance of sucking him off and said I need to run. I hurried out his office leaving him rock hard with cock in hand, feeling bad for him but needing to get back to my office and sort myself out before my boss came back.

I got back into my office to see missed calls from my husband and as I sorted myself out I pondered if I should own up to my adventures…..

My husband and i had started exploring the swinging scene a few years before my fun on the farm started and we’d always enjoyed a very open relationship so therefore it didn’t come as a great shock to him when i owned up to events on the farm!

One evening as i slowly sucked him off in bed i started by asking how he’d feel if i’d been teasing the lads on the farm…..the grin on his face and twitch in his cock showed me he loved the thought. “Have you” he asked…well i may have done a lot more than that i answered with a grin.

As i slowly teased and sucked his cock i laid out everything i had done to date and how things had developed, it didn’t take him long to shoot his load all over my hand as i held his cock tight. “Fuck thats all so bloody horny” he said, “love it if you sucked off the old man one of the days, “i might just do that” i replied as i felt his cock start to harden again.

In the weeks that followed i’d pop into the farm office to suck Dave off at least once a week, these times i’d call my husband first and leave my phone on so he could hear every sound whilst he wanked away in his office toilets. The initial excitement i’d had remained the same as i was loving this young guy exploring me and fucking me in a much rougher way than my husband ever did and it was only added to by the knowledge that his dad may be hiding and watching from the hallway..

One saturday afternoon my husband and i had arranged for me to Bayan escort Ankara meet a guy in my office to play whilst my husband listened on the phone, after a fantastic fucking from him we recovered and dressed before i went to the door to let him out. As i locked up and walked across to our our cars to head home i noticed the old farmer standing on the corner next to my unit. Knowing he must have heard and possibly seen the whole thing from the windows i decided to have a quick chat with him to apologise for bringing strangers onto the farm on a weekend.

The other guy left and waved whilst i walked across to the old farmer, as i approached him i could see him undressing me with his eyes looking me up and down making no attempt to hide it. “Well looks like you’ve been misbehaving again young lady” he said whilst looking me up and down again, “Sorry, i didnt realise anyone was around and just wanted to pop to the office” i replied feeling a bit sheepish.

Even though i thought i was totally satisfied after my earlier fuck my thoughts started running wild at the thought of sucking the old man off and as if he’d read my mind the old farmer reached out grabbing my hand and placing it on his crotch. I closed my hand around the oldest cock i’d ever held and led him back to my office door, i unlocked it and led the way in as he slapped my bum sharply making me jump.

As soon as we had entered the office he had pulled down his trousers exposing a grey haired heavy cock i grabbed it and started wanking it slowly whilst looking him in the eye…..I let it go to place my keys and phone on the table but not before i dialled my husbands number! Turning back to the old man i could see his cock was larger and heavier than his sons but not quite as erect. I held his hairy balls with one hand whilst my other hand slowly started wanking his shaft.

“What a dirty slut you are love, the stories flying around the farm about you are amazing and having seen you in action I thought its about time i had my turn!” I was so turned on by his dominant manner and the fact he was over 40 years older than me. The farmer unzipped and slipped my dress off leaving me totally naked as i hadnt bothered with my bra and panties after my earlier fun. “Walk around the ofice and give me a good look” his firm voice ordered., i instinctively did as i was told and paraded around the office whilst he inspected my body grunting and slowly wanking his cock.

He stripped off fully and i it was then i realised i wasn’t going to get away by just sucking him off, as i walked over to him his hands started feeling my ass opening it wide and groping my shaven pussy which by now was a dripping mess. He sat down on a chair and ordered me to start sucking, as i worked his cock i could hear him grunting how fucking good it felt and calling me a filthy slut. I was loving every second of it and was only encouraged to put more effort into sucking to ensure i was pleasing him.

He stood up and dragged me off my knees taking me over to my desk before firmly pressing down on my back to leave my ass in the air, he kicked my legs open and grabbed his thick cock running the head of it over the entrance to my pussy. Slowly he entered me and started fucking me really slow and really deep, i couldn’t believe a 70 year old was fucking my 30 year old pussy. The fact i had only fucked his son a few days earlier was an added kink as this was the first time i’d (knowingly) fucked a father and son!

His fucking was more measured than his sons and a lot slower but rougher as he was slapping my ass hard from time to time making me jump each time. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back as he ground his cock into me calling me a slut and asking me which of the guys id fucked on the farm. I told him each and everyone i’d had fun with including how often id fucked his son. This all seemed to be too much for him and i soon felt him grunt as he emptied his load deep in my pussy.

He collapsed on my back with his beer belly pressing on my back dripping with sweat and pinning me down, his manly smell was all over me and i felt such a dirty slut all of a sudden. His cock flopped out of me along with globs of his cum, he turned me round and got me to my knees but before he made me suck him clean he wiped his cock on my hair and face as if marking his me as his slut, I sucked any remaining cum from his balls and stood up.

“I hope your cuckold husband enjoyed listening to all that he said shocking me, don’t think i didn’t see you call him when we entered the office” he said. “I don’t care if the cuckold wanted to hear me fuck you, maybe next time he can watch as i use you slut! “I was shocked at how dominant he was sexually as he always seemed fairly quite when id seen him around the farm. We got dressed and as we left the office he unzipped me again so the top of my bum was exposed from behind, you can walk across the car park like that slut he laughed before giving me a deep kiss and hard spank.

I got into my car breathlessly and asked my husband if he’d heard all that, “yes it was fucking amazing, i cant believe you fucked him but it sounded like you loved it” I drove home in a hurry and no sooner had i got in than my husband had me on the floor with his head between my legs….. it was then that i realised my husband preferred cuckolding to swinging….

Author’s Note: After initially posting the first five chapters, I decided to remove them to make some needed modifications. They mostly add details to explain the protagonist’s motivations, with no major plot changes.

I will continue to add chapters after reposting the first five. I have mapped out fifteen installments that weave through several different categories. Each chapter contains a unique sexual experience, but a larger plot continues throughout.

I have split the original Chapter 5 into two parts, with the second part to be posted in several days.

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Chapter 5: Moving On

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My breakup with Erica went smoother than anticipated. Well, smoother for me. She was a mess — crying through the whole thing, begging me to stay, and making me promise we’d stay friends after eventually admitting it was happening.

I wasn’t sure if she truly wanted to remain friends or was afraid of losing all the people she’d met because they were part of my friend group. Even Andrea and Sharon were firmly embedded in my friend group, even though they were on the verge of ditching their boyfriends.

Soon the three of us would be single. Hopefully, we’d still be able to hang out without it being awkward, as it was not clear where the allegiances would lie when the dust cleared.

They might have to choose between Erica and me unless she was truthful about wanting to remain friends. I was skeptical, but I wasn’t going to punish her further just because I didn’t want to date her anymore.

We would figure it out.

There were two immediate negatives to breaking up with Erica when I did: the loss of guaranteed sex and that Melanie was no longer single.

As if by clockwork, Melanie had found a new boyfriend right before I broke up with Erica. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if I’d been a month quicker to ditch Erica.

Would Melanie have been interested in dating me? We had continued to flirt, and it had been escalating lately, but we had a long history as friends, and it might have been weird to cross that line for her.

For me, I was more than willing to cross over and never come back. I only needed an opening to stay open rather than slamming shut every time I got my hopes up.

Nevertheless, I had a few other options. I hadn’t been friends with Andrea and Sharon for long, but the three of us had grown close. I thought I sensed romantic and sexual feelings from both, and I was starting to grow fond of each.

Sharon was the more attractive of the two, with her strawberry-blonde hair, large breasts, and curvy hips, but she was a little too hippy for me. Not that I minded when she went braless under a flowy shirt, letting her impressive tits wobble to and fro.

I didn’t think I could date her, however, as we disagreed on too many issues. I’d learned my lesson with Erica, but if she fancied a fling after she dumped Scott, I was all for it.

Although, I wasn’t sure Scott, my longtime friend, would be as thrilled.

Nor would Erica.

Nor would Andrea?

Andrea wasn’t as conventionally attractive as Sharon, but I got along with her better than even Scott. Her looks were growing on me, and her personality was quickly making me overlook her smaller chest and lack of hips.

While I was growing confident that Sharon was attracted to me — the constant flirting was the main clue — I couldn’t get a solid read on where Andrea stood. I knew she liked me, but was it as a friend, or was there something more? I was starting to fear that I was falling into the friend zone — whether by my hand or hers — just as I had with Melanie.

The whole situation was complicated by Andrea and Sharon being best friends, not to mention their friendship with Erica.

***

“Hey, Gavin,” Sharon said as I answered the phone, “any interest in coming over Sunday before the semester starts?”

“Just the two of us? What would Scott think?” I said in a mocking tone, but it was a serious question.

“No, Andrea will be there, and I don’t care what Scott thinks anymore. We broke up,” Sharon said, a hint of joy in her voice. “Actually, Andrea dumped Nick as well, so we’re all single now. Which is why I wanted to invite you over. We want to have a bit of a celebration of ditching our bad relationships. You in?”

Why did they invite me and not Erica? Shouldn’t I be hanging out with Scott and Nick? Well, at least Scott, I thought, wondering if Erica had pissed them off as well.

“Sounds good. Should I bring anything?”

“No need. Just bring those comfy abs,” she joked before hanging up.

***

“What do you want?” I grumbled as I answered the phone.

“I just want to talk,” Erica said. “You said we could remain friends.”

“I did, and I mean it, but it’s only been two days, Erica. Don’t you think we should take more time, like at least until school starts?”

“I know, but I’m so lonely right now, Ankara escort and you’re the only one I can talk to,” Erica pleaded.

“What about Sharon and Andrea? Can’t you talk to them?”

“They’ve got their own stuff going on, and it’s just not the same as with you. I only want to see you for an hour so we can talk things through.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Why don’t you say what you want over the phone?” I replied.

“Please,” Erica begged. “I’m not trying to get back together with you. I need to see you. No one is home, and I’m really fucked up about all this. I feel so alone.”

“Fine. I’ll be there in thirty.”

I didn’t want to go. Even though I’d been the one to initiate the breakup, I needed space. I still had feelings and was afraid I would slip into old patterns if we spent too much time together — especially alone.

On the other hand, I felt responsible for how she was doing because I knew I was still her only close friend. She hung out with Andrea and Sharon but didn’t share much with them. I am sure they would have listened, but I understood why she wasn’t comfortable confiding in them about personal matters.

Hell, they’d invited me to their post-breakup celebration instead of Erica, so maybe there was more to their divide than I thought.

When I arrived at Erica’s house, it looked like she’d been crying. She gave me a tight hug before leading me to her room. It felt too familiar. We were doing the same thing we’d done before having sex for the last few months. There was now a barrier between us, but I feared it could be easily penetrated.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked.

“Just hold me for a while,” Erica said, reaching her arms out to me.

Fuck. This isn’t going to end well, I thought as I joined her on the bed.

She snuggled into my arms as I draped them over her. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling as she buried her face in my chest. I wanted to move on, but the prolonged contact provoked a betrayal from my libido.

My dick stirred. Not a lot, but enough to remind me that I found Erica attractive, and all personal issues aside, I would love to keep having sex with her.

If only she wasn’t so needy, I thought. We had such a good thing going, and she had to go and ruin it with feelings and codependence.

It’s not that I had wanted a friend-with-benefits situation. I was happy being in a relationship, but I couldn’t deal with her constant need for my attention.

As the weeks of our relationship drug on, I’d lost my individual identity and began to operate as her subsidiary. Everything I did was either in conjunction with Erica or in reaction to her. I was constantly thinking about how my actions would affect her, even when I knew she wouldn’t care, as the moments when she did were too frequent and unpredictable to allow me to relax.

Her insisting I comfort her after our breakup was just another example, but still, I obeyed. I knew it was a poor choice, but I felt bad for how I’d made her feel, and despite knowing I needed to move on, I wanted to make it as comfortable for her as possible.

I could have devastated her by pushing her out of my group of friends. She would have been alone a semester from graduation, which was not the ideal way to finish high school. I wasn’t that guy. I didn’t want revenge because our relationship didn’t work out. I just wanted to be free to be myself again.

But here I was, cowing to her wishes even after I’d ended things.

I knew I shouldn’t have come over, and once I was in her bed with her arms wrapped around me, I knew I had lost all control.

Erica lifted her head and kissed me. I should have pushed her off me and left, but feeling her body against mine had turned me on, so I kissed her back, our tongues dancing as we held each other tight. We quickly slipped into our familiar ways and turned to facilitate the kiss and prepare for what we both knew was coming.

It took several minutes before I regained some clarity, pushing her away from me slightly.

“I’m not getting back together with you,” I said, looking her in the eyes.

“I know,” she replied before resuming our kiss.

Well, as long as she knows we aren’t getting back together, then I might as well go with it, I thought with my dick.

Our hands fumbled with our clothes, pulling them off one by one. We’d only been separated a few days, so the hook-up didn’t feel awkward, and things progressed quickly.

Soon we were in our underwear, with me on top, sucking a nipple into my mouth as I fondled her other breast. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my stomach as she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair.

I slid lower, pulling down her panties and exposing her damp slit as I prepared to dive in.

There was no stopping after I dipped my tongue between her lips. She tasted slightly sweet as always, and I wanted to eat her to completion before I fucked her one last time.

I flicked her Ankara escort bayan clit with my tongue as I slid two fingers inside her. She grasped her breasts and released a deep passionate moan. It felt good to be pleasing her, and I was eager to be inside her again.

We constantly bickered outside the bedroom and made a terrible couple, but we were good at fucking. It was too bad that we didn’t start as friends with benefits because we could’ve had a lot of fun until we left for college.

That never would’ve happened, however, as Erica would never have slept with me if we weren’t dating. Coincidentally, I would’ve never gained the experience and confidence losing my virginity gave me. It was a bad relationship, but I knew I was better off for experiencing it as long as I could move past it.

That was easier said than done.

“Oh, God. Keep going, suck harder,” Erica called out as she neared orgasm.

Is she going to fuck me if I make her cum? I wondered, thinking if she was only doing this because she was horny, then I might be leaving with blue balls.

“Not yet,” I said, pulling my mouth from her clit. “I want you to cum on my dick.”

I kissed my way up her body, my hard cock smearing pre-cum against her leg as I inched higher. I paused to give attention to her nipples before making my way to her neck.

I sucked and nipped, pulling her skin into my mouth, trying to give her a hickey. I had always shied away from this, knowing her parents wouldn’t approve, but I wanted to mark my territory. I wanted to exert control over her. It was out of character, but it felt good to take control.

Erica had invited me over to seduce me. She had wanted this to happen, and I was going to leave a reminder of what she’d done. There were consequences, and while I would regret giving in to her, she would have to see it in the mirror for the next few days.

It was petty and vengeful. Honestly, it was plain stupid. I was punishing a girl for wanting to sleep with me, but I was still angry and confused about why I couldn’t resist giving in, so I took it out on her neck.

To my surprise, she didn’t push me away or ask me to stop. Instead, she moaned deeply and lifted her chin to give me better access. She was getting turned on by my ferocious sucking of her neck.

As my mouth focused on her neck, I slipped my hand to her crotch. I massaged her clit, moving in quick circles as I built her up again. I wanted to tease her and make her beg for me to fuck her. Erica quickly got the message.

“God, yes. That feels so good, Gavin. I want your cock inside me,” Erica implored.

I grabbed my shaft and positioned it against her moist slit. I wagged it up and down, smearing lubrication against my tip, before pushing inside her. She felt as tight and warm as the first time I fucked her without a condom.

I sank deep, with the walls of her pussy gripping my rod as I began to thrust. I squeezed her breasts with my fingers, digging my nails into her skin just slightly. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced.

I fucked her slowly, not wanting to seem too eager to nut and leave.

I positioned my body high against hers, angling my dick to pull against her clit with every thrust. She responded to the stimulation by dragging her nails across my back, leaving trails of red behind them. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it let me know she liked my efforts and urged me to increase my pace.

I liked making love to her in the missionary position, as I could stare into her eyes and play with her pert tits, but it was not how I enjoyed finishing. To cum, I liked fuck her from behind.

“I want to get on top,” Erica said.

It wasn’t what I desired, but I knew I would last longer with her on top, and it wouldn’t be so bad to prolong this final session. I always enjoyed her being on top, especially the view of her bouncing breasts, but she’d never made me cum.

I grabbed her ass and rolled, ending with her on top and me still inside her. It was a move that seemed to work every other time we tried. She wasted no time pushing against my chest as she began to ride my cock.

She started by swirling her hips, working my dick in circles as she stared me in the eyes. She had changed since we first met, especially since we’d first slept together. She was more confident, but more importantly, she knew what she wanted.

She wanted me, or at least she wanted my dick. I still couldn’t tell if she was trying to get off or get me back. She’d acknowledged we were not getting back together, but her eyes made me think she had lied.

She wasn’t just horny.

She was obsessed.

I just didn’t know if it was with me or with sex.

Erica leaned forward and kissed me. Her breasts pressed into my chest as she worked her hips. She made short and quick strokes by rotating her hips. It was a movement that I couldn’t do, but it felt fucking amazing.

I left all extraneous thoughts behind and focused on her Escort Ankara body. My hands slipped to her ass and gripped a cheek in each palm. My fingers dug in, slipping into her crack and pulling it apart as I helped guide her hips.

Her pussy continued up and down with growing confidence. She’d figured out how far she could pull back without me popping from her and left only my tip inside before impaling herself once again.

It was not a usual position for us and without prior practice, she began to tire. Her thrusts grew shorter and less frequent, drawing us both from the edge of orgasm.

“Get up,” I ordered before I slipped behind her.

Grabbing her hips, I drove my cock into her. She swayed on her hands and knees as I pushed and pulled her body, timing her movements with my thrusts. I was no longer holding back.

My hips slammed against her ass with loud slaps. She had enough padding to protect her from the boney points of my hip bones, but she was at the mercy of my cock. I split her open with each thrust, driving deep as my head reached for her cervix. She was completely soaked, and I slid in and out with ease. There was so little friction that it was making it hard for me to reach orgasm.

I knew we had to change positions.

I pushed her forward, and she collapsed on the bed, flat on her stomach. I followed her and slipped my hands beneath her. One went to her breast, taking her nipple between my fingers, while the other slipped to her clit.

I straddled her, pushing her legs together, and held her tight while I thrust into her from behind, doing most of the work with my hips. It was a better angle, pressing my cock into the roof of her vagina, giving us more friction and, therefore, more pleasure.

I was getting close, but I wanted to cum with her. I might have been pissed I couldn’t resist her seduction, but I didn’t want to be selfish. I wanted us to both find pleasure.

“Cum for me. I want to feel you clamp down around my cock as I fill you with my cum,” I whispered next to her ear.

“Oh, God, yes,” was all Erica could muster in response as her body began to tense.

She was close. I could feel it. She just needed a little more pressure.

I squeezed her nipple harder and rubbed her clit faster as I began to suck on her neck again. The combination pushed her over the edge.

Her body shuddered beneath me as I thrust in search of my orgasm. When her climax caused her pussy to clench, I was done. I shot load after load into her as I grunted and arched my back with my ass cheeks clenched tight as I delivered my seed to her.

I continued to work on her clit after my thrusts ceased. I was out of cum and out of breath, but I kept urging her on as she continued to jerk beneath me.

“Stop. I can’t… just, stop,” Erica said between gasps for air. “My clit is too sensitive.”

I pulled my hand from beneath her but remained on top as my cock softened inside her. Clarity was returning, and I realized how bad an idea sleeping with Erica had been.

“Wow. I’m going to miss this,” I said, trying to pay a compliment and reaffirm my intention to stay broken up.

“You know, you don’t have to,” Erica said.

I knew where she was taking this and rolled off her, propping myself against the wall.

“We’re not getting back together, Erica. The sex is amazing, but we don’t make a good couple. I warned you before we started that I wasn’t interested in that.”

“I know. I know. I just thought–“

“Erica, stop. I am okay remaining friends, but I don’t think we should hang out alone, at least for a while. Okay?”

“Fine,” Erica said, her annoyance apparent. “I guess you should go then.”

***

“How’s the breakup with Erica going?” Andrea asked with a knowing smile.

“Fine. I guess, besides us hooking up again,” I responded.

“Ha, you dirty dog,” Sharon joked with a wicked smile. “Although, I’m sure it’s hard for you to resist her if she throws herself at you. I just hope you didn’t promise you’d get back together with her.”

Once again, I lay on Sharon’s bed with her head resting on my stomach — the awkward conversation taking place in what had become a comfortable and frequent position.

“No. I told her it didn’t change anything, but I’m not sure she fully absorbed that idea. It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have gone over there in the first place. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You were thinking you wanted to comfort someone you care for. Someone you hurt,” Andrea said. “That doesn’t make you a bad guy. Although, if you truly want to move on, you shouldn’t do it again.”

“I think I’ve got that figured out,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Well, you’re always welcome here,” Sharon said, “although I’m not sure why Erica didn’t ask one of us to talk if she was feeling lonely.”

“Probably because she was just trying to get back together with him,” Andrea interjected. “I think she’s more conniving than we assumed.”

“What went wrong for you two?” I asked, trying to divert the subject.

“Nick went wrong,” Andrea said, sitting alone across the room. “I mean, he’s a great guy, and I really like him, but I don’t think he was attracted to me. He said he was, but he didn’t act like it.”

“Do you think he’s gay?” Sharon asked.

Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.

I was in the office bright and early the next day, desperately wanting to make a good impression. I hadn’t touched my morning erection, keeping myself on edge for my boss. I had barely sat down when Leticia came walking by with two other senior executives, apparently already coming out of their first meeting of the day.

When she noticed me, she asked her colleagues to excuse her for a minute and walked into my office. Without closing the door behind her, she put down her half empty cup of coffee on my desk and whispered, “Cum in this, will ya?”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied.

She walked back out and closed the door, giving me some privacy. I took out my cock and started stroking it under the desk, thinking of her the whole time. When I was going to cum, I took her cup with my free hand and held it under my throbbing cock. I closed my eyes and dumped my morning load into her warm coffee.

After squeezing out the last drops, I put the cup back on the desk and zipped up. I had barely turned on my computer and started my first card game of the day, when she walked back in.

“Good morning Mr. Walsh,” she whispered as she picked up her cup and glanced in it — grinning when she saw my fat load floating around in there.

“Mor… ning ma’am,” I stammered as I watched her take a sip, then another one. Slowly, she began unbuttoning her blouse as she just stood there, drinking my cum. With her back towards the open door of my office and her blouse almost completely unbuttoned, she pulled down the right cup of her bra, showing me her right tit as she took another sip.

I gawked at her, waiting for another command, but none came. She was just exposing and demeaning herself for no good reason. I would have loved to have seen the rest of her performance, but unfortunately, Marley — her personal assistant — poked her head in and interrupted her.

“Excuse me ma’am, Mr. McIntire is in your office,” she said.

“Thank you, Marley,” she replied, turning her head but not the rest of her body, as she tugged her nipple extra hard for my viewing pleasure, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Realizing she was about to head out soon and feeling somewhat guilty not having any real work, I asked — not taking my eyes off her fat tit, “Excuse me, ma’am. What should I work on?”

She chuckled, gulped the rest of her coffee — with my sperm — down and replied, as she put her mug down on the edge of my desk, “Just sit there and be pretty. I’ll be back to suck that fat cock of yours in about an hour. Understood?”

“Yes mam”, I replied, not knowing how else to respond to that nasty instruction.

“Give me your pants and your underwear,” she commanded, as she hoisted her tit back in her bra and buttoned up her blouse again. I did as I was told, moving as little as possible, barely lifting my ass off my chair.

I handed her both items of clothing, which she quickly folded and covered with a random folder from my desk. She then carried them out with her, heading straight for her office. God, she was wicked. Despite the fact that it was only twenty paces to her office, it wouldn’t take more than a casual glance — from either Marley, Mr. McIntire, or anyone else — to see what she was walking around with.

To make matter worse, she had left the door to my office ajar, preventing me from getting up and walking about my office. After playing a few card games on my computer and fiddling with my phone for a little while, I started doodling on some office papers, trying to pass the time.

True to her word, a little over an hour later, Leticia marched back into my office. She closed the door and put the folder, along with my pants and boxers, back on the edge of my desk.

“Bored?” she grinned as she reached back and tied her hair into a bun as she kicked off her shoes.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good!” she grinned, “Let’s get started!”

Without missing a beat, she walked around the desk, barefoot, and got down on her knees in front of my chair. She wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick and her mouth around the tip and started bobbing her head up and down, really fast.

It was clear that she wanted me to cum as quickly as possible. She had no other interest, she just wanted to swallow my spunk — again. I tried to caress her hair but she immediately pushed my hand away as she kept sucking. She was clearly not in the mood for any affection or tenderness.

That somehow got me even hotter than I already was.

“I am… cumming,” I softly moaned, barely two minutes after she’d started blowing me. She didn’t budge or move and just kept going, swallowing everything I shot in her mouth. After sucking my balls dry, she got up, running her right thumb over her lips as she stepped into her shoes again.

“Thanks,” she whispered as she walked around my desk and headed for the door, “I’ll be out for the rest of the day. I probably won’t be back till five. Will you still be here?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be here whenever Ankara escort you need me,” I replied.

“Good,” she smirked, “See you tonight then.”

I got dressed, got a cup of coffee and took a leak. My balls were empty, so I was good for a while. I surfed the internet on my cell phone and played a few card games on my computer. During my lunch break, I went out and bought a few magazines, so I’d have something to read in the afternoon. Needless to say that the rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful.

Around 5.40, Leticia passed by my office and popped her head in.

“Follow me,” she said. I grabbed a random folder and a pencil and followed her. As we passed by Marley’s desk, Leticia said, “I am expecting a call from my husband, hold all other calls.”

“Yes ma’am,” Marley replied. I followed Leticia into her office and closed the door behind me, as she took off her coat and hung it on the rack next to the door.

“Take a seat,” she said, “I have a project in mind for you.”

“It’s a little more high-profile than what you did before,” she said as she took off her vest, blouse and bra in rapid succession. I sat down and blatantly stared at her tits, as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it.

“You’ll have to draw up reports, manage project resources and formulate recommendations and possible strategies to the branch manager,” she continued as she pushed down her ruby red panties, casually showing me her twat.

I should have been used to these kinds of situations by now, but the truth was that it still gave me a fucking boner to see a powerful, successful woman act like a complete slut in front of little old me!

Then, as if taking off her clothes wasn’t enough, she took her seat across from me and put her feet up on her desk — she was still wearing her heels. She then spread her legs wide, giving me a first-class view of her pussy. God, she looked so cheap and slutty.

In that degrading position, she continued talking.

“Are you familiar with the White Docks?”

“Uh… the expansion of the south-west section of the port?” I asked, staring directly at her cunt.

“Yes,” she said and then proceeded to give me a brief recap of the project and its current status. She talked for about six minutes, all the while sitting like a cheap slut — occasionally rubbing her clit with a single finger.

Then, suddenly the phone rang. Leticia, annoyed, pressed the speaker key and said, “Yes?”

“It’s your husband on line one, ma’am,” Marley replied.

“One second,” Leticia replied, pressing the mute button, “Shoot me in the face, Mr. Walsh.”

“Ex… excuse me?” I said baffled. I knew I shouldn’t second guess her orders, but this time it was just a reflex — especially considering the awkward timing of her request.

“Take off your clothes, hop on the desk and cum in my fucking face… as quickly as you can please,” she repeated herself, talking extra slowly — as if she was talking to an idiot.

She then pressed the mute button again and said, “Put him through.”

Baffled, I just stared at her for about two seconds, then realized I’d best not keep her waiting. With no longer any doubt that I had misinterpreted her instructions, I got up, stripped bare and crawled onto the desk on my knees, facing her and began stroking my fat, throbbing cock.

“Hi honey,” she spoke as she stared at my dick and my hand “I was just thinking about you.”

I won’t bore you guys with the exact contents of the conversation. I didn’t even hear most of it. You don’t care, I didn’t care and I am pretty sure, Leticia didn’t even care.

She listened, I stroked… she talked, I stroked.

Once in a while, she wobbled one of her tits up and down with her free hand or tugged one of her erect nipples for my viewing pleasure. After about four lecherous minutes, she recognized my body language — my quivering and initial convulsing — and interrupted her husband, who was yapping at the time.

“Hang on a sec, hon,” she spoke softly and pressed the mute button.

“Make a mess, Mr. Walsh. I need it badly!” she moaned, “Get it in my eyes, ruin my make-up, yank my hair… be an asshole and use me like a cheap whore.”

Before her words had sunk in, she’d pressed the mute button again and said, “Sorry ’bout that, hon, you were saying?”

Delirious with lust and edged on by her explicit orders, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and roughly pulled her face against my throbbing dick.

“Uh uh, yeah,” she whispered as a first big glob of sperm creamed her left eye completely shut. Determined to impress her, I now put my hand flat on her head, keeping it in place and moved my pelvis back a few inches, ejaculating several thick ropes all over her face. She gasped lustfully.

Then, I pushed my cock — which was still oozing cum — against the lower half of her face. After clogging up her nose and sullying her entire mouth and chin area, I forced my dick past her lips and wiped the last few drops of Ankara escort bayan my load on her tongue and her teeth.

After pulling my cock out of her mouth, I put my hands on the side of her face and gently rubbed my thumbs over her closed eyes, mixing my cum with her make-up and making a real mess — as ordered. She liked that so much that she started rubbing herself with her free hand.

By the time I was done with her and hopped off the desk, she looked like a ten-dollar crack whore, after a rough night. She clearly couldn’t have cared less and blindly reached into one of her desk drawers to take out a packet of cigarettes. After muting her phone again, she lit one up, inhaled deeply and then very slowly exhaled — clearly in need of some nicotine.

“Thank you, Mr. Walsh, that was exactly what I needed,” she whispered as she reached down, grabbed her panties and started wiping the cum and smudge out of her eyes.

“Glad I could be…” I started to reply.

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Walsh,” she interrupted me crudely, dismissing me.

Then, with the hand she was holding her cigarette with, she unmuted the phone. As I rushed to put my clothes back on, she continued using her panties as a cumrag, cleaning her entire face — as she resumed her conversation with hubby.

Realizing I was overstaying my welcome, I stumbled out of her office as swiftly as I could. Marley grinned as I passed by her desk, but didn’t say a word. After taking a few minutes to calm and compose myself in my office, I finally headed home. I ordered some pizza, took a shower and went straight to bed, realizing I was probably going to need my strength again the next day.

The next morning, I had only just taken a seat behind my desk when Leticia barged in, closed the door behind her and whispered, “Mr. Walsh, I need you to cum in my panties!”

Before I had the chance to react to that lewd command — or simply greet her for that matter — she started pulling up her black skirt.

“I have got a board meeting in ten minutes and I want these…” she said as she pulled down her ruby red panties, “… to be sticking to my stupid cunt. Think you can do that?”

“Uh, yes ma’am,” I replied, standing up and unzipping my trousers.

She walked around the desk, her skirt rolled up around her waist and her panties half-way down her thighs. She was standing just a few inches away from me. I took out my dick and glanced down, at her panties, which were almost directly underneath my pumping hand.

“Is this okay?” she whispered, her hands now on her hips, “Will you be able to reach everything?”

“Yes ma’am,” I whispered, furiously jacking my cock, while she stared at the wall behind me.

“Is this going to take long?” she asked, pressuring me.

“No ma’am,” I replied with a grunt, “I’ll have your panties sticking with cum in no time.”

“Good,” she softly whispered, then thankfully remained quiet for the rest of the exercise.

When I was ready to blow my load about three minutes later, I simply announced, “Okay, here it comes.”

“Mmmmm, yeah,” Leticia whispered as she glanced down at me shuddering and pumping my fat dick. It took me almost twenty seconds to completely empty my balls and leave a huge mess in her panties.

When I was done, I took a small step back. She looked me in the eye as she pulled her panties up, slowly, grimacing as she felt my freshly deposited spunk beginning to stick and cling to her skin and her trimmed bush.

“Oh, I am such a dirty slut,” she whispered, loving every second of her own nasty performance.

When she’d pulled her panties up as high as they’d go — actually a little too far for comfort — she pulled her skirt back into place and wiggled around a little bit.

“If you don’t mind me asking, ma’am,” I asked, intrigued, “How does it feel?”

“Uncomfortable, wet, nasty… I feel like a stupid cumslut,” she replied. I grinned.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she whispered as she sashayed out of my office, “I’ll need a hard cock up my cunt as soon as this board meeting is over.”

“I’ll be here, ma’am.”

I got dressed and passed the time doing by surfing the web, reading the news and playing a few online card games. Exactly two hours and seventeen minutes after leaving my office, Leticia walked back in. As soon as she’d closed the door behind her, she reached under her skirt and started taking her panties off.

“My god, I thought that meeting was never going to end,” she sighed, annoyed and fatigued.

After stepping out of her panties, she carefully placed them on the edge of my desk, making sure the damp, stained crotch section was facing up. She then reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, pulling them slightly apart, as she leaned forward, moving her face closer to the desk — and her own panties.

I promptly took out my dick and tugged it while I looked at her, while she was sticking out her tongue and slowly licking the cum stained crotch section Escort Ankara of her red panties. When I was hard enough, I stepped up behind her and pressed my dick into her willing cunt. She moaned and licked — using her tongue to not only taste herself, but also soak my dried up cum out of the delicate fabric.

“Don’t [moan] make [moan] me [moan] cum,” she whispered as soon as I started fucking her hard and deep. I grinned and continued to stare down at this powerful, top-ranking woman who was now willingly demeaning herself for my entertainment.

“Where do you [grunt] want me to cum, ma’am?” I grunted, several minutes later.

“Does it look like I care?” she snapped, “Cum wherever the fuck you want!”

I pulled out of her soaking wet twat, stepped up to the desk and placed my free hand on her head, pressing it down gently against the desk while jerking off, aiming straight for the center of her face.

She knew what was going to happen, but was too horny — and feeling too nasty — to even consider stopping me. I ejaculated quietly, depositing my second load of the day. Leticia kept her eyes closed but lewdly hung out her tongue, so I could coat that as well with my gooey spunk.

When I was done and had wiped my cock on her chin, cheeks and forehead, she opened her eyes and looked up at me, completely humiliated and still horny as fuck. I slowly took my left hand off her head and allowed her to stand up.

“Thank you, Mr. Walsh,” she whispered, her voice crackling under her lust, as she pulled her skirt back down and readjusted it slightly. Then, she grabbed her panties and used them to wipe my cum off of her slut face. Although she got most of it, the already damp fabric could only absorb so much, so even after she was done, her face was still moist.

Afterwards, she threw her panties on my desk, right in front of me and then walked out of my office, her face still shiny and the taste of cunt and sperm still on her tongue. I leaned back in my chair and chuckled as I stared at the ceiling, thinking of how perfect this job was.

I managed to keep myself busy — or at least pretend to be — for the rest of the day. I saw Leticia pass by several more times during the day, but she was either too busy or not in the mood to swing by. Still, I was determined to stay at my post, just in case she should have a need for me.

That need, apparently arose around 7.30pm, just as she was heading out. She was carrying her laptop case and her purse and was heading for the elevator — clearly in a rush, as usual. We were probably the last two people on the entire floor. When she glanced into my office and saw me sitting there, she stopped dead in her tracks and seemed to re-evaluate her current priorities.

After staring at me for about five seconds, she took out her smartphone, dialed a number and pinned the phone in between her ear and her shoulder.

“Hi Karen, it’s me… yeah, something just came up,” Leticia said as she tiptoed into my small office, dropped her laptop case, her purse and then kicked off her shoes.

“Yeah, I am going to need another half hour… at least,” she replied to something Karen ‘d obviously said as she closed the door, took off her jacket and blouse and started unhooking her bra. Seeing where this was heading, I unzipped my trousers and took out my half-hard cock.

Leticia walked over to my side of the desk and pushed her skirt down. As her panties were still crumpled up in one of my desk drawers somewhere, I was looking straight at her wet twat.

“I am bummed too. I was really looking forward to girls’ night out,” she said as she sank to her knees and crawled under the desk, “But I really need to take care of this.”

It took her about ten seconds to get into a somewhat comfortable position in that very confined space. Then, she grabbed my feet and pulled me closer, rolling my desk chair towards the desk. As a result, my feet and my legs got crammed in that same confined space as she was, making her predicament even worse.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I heard her say as she wrapped her left hand around the base of my cock, “Tell Tina and Sally I said hi. See you girls in a bit!”

Just a few seconds later, she reached up and put her phone on my desk and got to work, jerking and sucking me off. I was flattered that she’d rather do me than meet her friends in the pub.

About seven exquisite minutes later, I moaned that I was about to cum. Leticia started jerking and sucking a bit harder, trying to make me cum as hard and best as possible. When I actually started convulsing in my seat, she took out my cock and jacked it wildly, whispering, “Oh yeah… oh fuck yeah!”

I couldn’t see her, but I realized that she was deliberately making a mess under there. As soon as I was done ejaculating, Leticia put my dick back in her mouth and started sucking it again. It wasn’t a slow, cleaning-your-cock-and-calling-it-a-night kind of suck. No, she was definitely sucking for keeps — and more sperm, I assumed.

“Let’s go again,” she whispered, a few seconds later — confirming my assumption. She started sucking and licking my cock and balls with renewed vigor, unconcerned by the fact that I had just spurted. She undoubtedly knew that she was going to be there for a while but she clearly didn’t care.

As his feet pounded along the quiet, rural lane, Neil felt at peace for the first time in days. Work might be full-on crazy and his personal life at an all-time low following his divorce the previous year, but the beauty of Mother Nature somehow managed to disperse all other thoughts. Right now, at six o’clock on this picture-perfect English summer’s morning, all was right with the world. Just him, his running shoes, the occasional wild deer and hundreds of acres of swaying wheat fields. Magnificent.

Although it was seriously early, the sun had already graced the sky for several hours. But still Neil felt as though he could be the only human being on the planet. There was literally nobody else around on this deserted footpath, and that was just the way he liked it. With one exception. Normally by now he would have expected to see a very attractive, young blonde runner. She was one of the few people he met when taking his daily exercise and the sight of her was always a highlight. Not that they’d ever chatted of course. That would be weird, considering they were nothing but passing acquaintances, always running in opposite directions. But they saw each other with enough regularity to warrant a raised hand and a small smile.

That situation was all set to change, however, for when Neil entered a small deciduous woodland, alive with bird song, he noticed an unexpected object at the base of a huge oak tree. Picking up his pace, as Neil approached, he discovered that the object was in fact the blonde he’d previously so admired. Slumped on the floor, apparently having fallen over one of the protruding tree roots, she was clearly trying her best to hold her emotions together.

‘You okay?’ Neil asked, as he slid to a halt beside her and knelt upon the floor. He silently acknowledged it was a stupid question, given their scenario, but at least his words acted as an ice breaker.

‘I think I’ve fucked my ankle,’ she admitted, through gritted teeth.

‘Would you like me to take a look? I am a doctor,’ he added as an afterthought.

‘Are you really a doctor?’ she demanded, looking at him in disbelief.

‘Yes,’ Neil chuckled. ‘Or at least that’s what my patients tell me. I could be winging it for all you know, but really, what choice do you have given the circumstances?’ However, rather than letting him off the hook, the girl continued to gaze at him questioningly, albeit with a teasing twinkle in her eye.

‘Hang on, I might even have some proof somewhere,’ Neil added. Thrusting his hand inside his pocket, he pulled out a leather wallet and extracted his driving licence. He double-checked that it stated Doctor Neil Cooper, before handing it over.

‘This doesn’t confirm you’re a medical doctor at all,’ she replied, having squinted at the card for a short while. ‘You could be a doctor of anything.’

‘You’re a tough crowd. Do you know that?’

‘Seriously,’ she giggled. ‘You could have a PhD in Geography for all I know! And that’s no fucking help to me!’

Neil chuckled, loving her sense of humour. Being brave in the face of pain; he could relate to that.

‘Well, right now I’m all you’ve got. So what’s it going to be?’

‘Fine,’ she huffed theatrically.

‘Fine,’ he confirmed, their eyes locking for several seconds longer than was strictly necessary. ‘I’m going to start by removing your trainer and sock.’

‘Okay,’ she agreed. As he did just that, she suddenly became flustered. It felt very intimate to be undressed by a handsome stranger. ‘I’m Becca, by the way.’

‘Nice to meet you, Becca. I’m Neil Cooper…Doctor Neil Cooper,’ he teased, placing additional emphasis on his title. This admission was accompanied by a swift wink which sent Becca’s tummy unexpectedly rolling over with lust. While he examined her ankle, Becca subtly observed her unforeseen rescuer, who was clearly taking great effort not to hurt her any further. She noted the greying hair on the sides of his temples and could tell he was a lot older than her. Undoubtedly way more experienced too… but he was still really fucking hot. Becca knew she probably shouldn’t be ogling him, but she was. The guy was gorgeous.

‘I think you might just live,’ admitted Neil after a short time, remaining kneeling as he continued to cradle her foot in his warm hands. It felt strangely comforting but sexy at the same time.

‘That’s your diagnosis?’ she drawled. ‘Well, I can easily see why you’re such a well-respected doctor.’

‘I never said I was respected…or respectable. You’re incredibly sassy, you know that?’

‘I have been told…’

‘And what happened after you got told?’ he enquired, in a tone that sent flutterings exploding in Becca’s abdomen. She swallowed hard.

‘Nothing.’

‘Hmmm, I think that’s probably where the mistake was made, don’t you?’

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she gasped. And it was true; she wasn’t entirely sure what he was suggesting. She needed to know, though.

‘Do you not? Well, Miss…?’

‘Abbott.’

‘Well, Miss Abbott. Ankara bayan escort You’ve sprained your ankle. It’s as simple as that.’

‘Fuck it,’ she huffed.

‘Which means you need to follow the R.I.C.E. approach; Rest, Ice, Compression and Elevation. Now, where do you live?’

“That is an extremely forward question, Doctor!’ giggled Becca, but Neil merely shrugged.

‘I’m a forward kind of guy.’

Having ascertained that they lived in neighbouring villages and were currently less than a mile from her home, it became patently obvious to Neil what needed to happen next.

‘In which case, allow me to carry you home.’

‘You can’t!’ squeaked Becca, attempting to scrabble to her feet. ‘I’m far too heavy!’

Neil observed her curiously. She had an amazing figure, including a perfectly rounded pair of breasts he was doing his absolute best not to admire.

‘I’m sure I can walk,’ she continued. But the instant she attempted to place her injured foot onto the ground, it became very obvious that she couldn’t. Crying out in pain, Becca slumped back down to the earthy floor, gasping from her exertion, frustrated at her helplessness and feeling more than a little foolish.

‘Fuck!’ Becca exclaimed, with considerable vigour.

‘You say that a lot,’ observed Neil, who hadn’t made any attempt to prevent her from trying to move. ‘Is that an expletive or a request?’

‘Now I really don’t know what you mean!’ she stumbled, her face blushing dramatically.

‘Come on, Trouble,’ replied Neil, sending her a small wink. ‘Let me help you home.’

‘But I’m really sweaty….’

‘So am I.’

‘I probably smell horrible!’

‘Not as horrible as me.’

As Neil bent low and scooped Becca easily into his arms, she inhaled deeply. Of course he didn’t smell horrible. In fact, he smelt pretty amazing. Whatever aftershave he was wearing was doing bad, bad things to her libido, despite the pain. Sending him a small smile, she let her head rest against his shoulder and decided to simply enjoy the ride. With her body pressed up hard against an uber-sexy guy, what wasn’t there to enjoy?

***

‘This is your place?’ enquired a slightly breathless Neil, as he made his way up the front path to a charming thatched cottage, right in the centre of the nearby picturesque village. He tried to temper the curiosity in his tone, but it was difficult not to act impressed, given Becca was obviously still pretty young.

‘Yeah,’ she confirmed, before feeling compelled to explain. After all, very few people of her age could afford to live in a house away from their parents, let alone own their own home. ‘I had a very generous grandmother who became even more generous when she died.’

‘Right…well…it’s a beautiful place,’ admitted Neil, carefully lowering Becca down at the front door. Instantly, he felt the relief surging through his fatigued muscles. Becca wasn’t heavy, but it was still pretty exhausting to lift anyone over the distance of a mile.

‘Thanks. I’m very happy here.’

Having helped Becca shuffle inside where she promptly collapsed onto the sofa, Neil spent a short time setting her up with ice, food, drink, a bandage, painkillers and her mobile devices.

‘Do doctors normally make house calls?’ Becca enquired. She’d been observing him buzzing around her home, ensuring that every potential need was catered for. Now he was squatting down on the edge of the sofa beside her. It all felt very intimate.

‘Yeah sure…when it suits their purposes,’ he laughed.

‘And what are your purposes?’ Becca dared to enquire. But rather than answering, Neil instead chose to deflect her question.

‘I’m honestly not sure you want to know the answer to that. Now, I’m working late tonight, but might I call around and check in on the patient tomorrow morning? Would that be okay with you?’

‘That would be…more than okay with me,’ she admitted, chewing on her lower lip. ‘Very okay.’

‘Good,’ he smirked. ‘In the meantime, please make a friend or parent aware of what’s happened. And keep off that foot as much as possible if you want to recover quickly.’

Allowing his weight to roll forward, Neil was just preparing to stand up when Becca unexpectedly grabbed his hand. Holding it, she squeezed gently.

‘Thank you, Doctor,’ she said, genuinely grateful. The guy had gone out of his way to help her. Above and beyond.

‘You’re more than welcome. And you can call me Neil.’ He couldn’t help but notice they were still holding hands. It felt very natural.

‘I can’t put into words how grateful I am for your help.’ Just then, tears started to slide down Becca’s cheeks, making her look far younger than her twenty years.

‘Hey, hey,’ said Neil, his tone low and soothing. Without thinking, he enveloped her in a close, warm hug. Returned to his chest, Becca once more felt very safe and warm, which almost immediately helped to stem her emotions.

‘I’m sorry, I’m just…’

‘You’re just being Escort bayan Ankara human,’ interrupted Neil, finishing the sentence for her. ‘But you don’t need to worry now, okay? Because you’re safe, you’re home and you’re on the mend.’

‘Thank you,’ Becca repeated, her voice becoming slightly wobbly when she realised Neil was bending towards her to place an exquisitely tender kiss in the centre of her forehead. Pulling back afterwards but remaining close, Neil stared into Becca’s eyes, desperately trying to read her emotions. Had he just stepped over the line, or was his kiss acceptable? Certainly the way she was looking at him suggested she wasn’t entirely repulsed. Deciding to chance his luck, he leaned forward again, this time placing a kiss on the tip of her snub, freckled nose. Again, Neil backed away slightly, looking for any kind of clue that he shouldn’t continue, but Becca merely smiled softly back, suggesting his actions were being given a green light.

Moving forward one final time, Neil’s hands cradled either side of Becca’s face, before repositioning her head slightly to align their mouths. When his soft lips dared to brush against hers, Neil was enchanted to hear the echo of a moan in her throat which escaped into his mouth; weak, hungry, disbelieving. Instinctively, Becca’s hands wound around his strong forearms for support, holding on tightly, as though he was the only thing in this world which was keeping her from drowning. Teasingly, he moved his warm lips against hers until she eventually opened her mouth to him. Only then did he pull away, leaving her wanting a whole lot more.

‘I’ll call in on you tomorrow,’ Neil grunted, his tone suggesting he wasn’t unaffected by their kiss. Indeed, as he rose to his feet, it became obvious he was sporting a pretty serious erection beneath his clothing. Becca bit back a small smile, grateful she wasn’t alone in being seriously aroused; she instinctively knew how embarrassingly wet and swollen she’d become. It was a fact she became more aware of, every time she shifted on the sofa.

‘I’m seriously looking forward to it,’ Becca admitted, chewing on her lower lip.

For a brief moment, Neil studied her carefully, his hunger impossible to ignore. But eventually, Becca’s protector pursed his lips and walked out of the door, in a way that suggested it was taking all of his physical strength to do so.

***

As promised, Neil returned the next day to discover that Becca was feeling much better. Although she was still taking it very easy, as per her doctor’s orders, Becca was able to tentatively move around her home and greet her visitor at the front door.

‘Hi,’ she said shyly, momentarily transfixed by the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he swallowed, apparently feeling as nervous as she. There was a slight stubble on his face this morning, presumably after a long night at work, and she tried her best not to imagine which parts of her anatomy she’d like to feel those very bristles scraping along.

‘Hi. May I come in?’

‘Yeah.’ Becca stepped back tentatively, allowing him access into her home. Once the front door had swung closed, the two of them stared at each other for a long moment, drinking in each other’s features in pleasurable disbelief. Neil gazed in wonder, having almost forgotten how beautiful she was. He’d only ever seen her in her running kit, with her long hair tied back into a ponytail. But now, with her blonde locks hanging down and her body freshly washed and lightly scented, she was simply stunning. Had she made an effort in preparation for his arrival, he dared to wonder. The possibility was simply too thrilling. Eventually forcing himself back to the present, Neil broke the growing silence.

‘How are you feeling?’

‘I’m okay, thanks,’ she confirmed, with a small nod. They were obviously both a little uncomfortable around each other, uncertain how to proceed after their chaste kiss the day before. ‘Would you like something to drink?’

‘Yeah, sure. Thanks. But let me get it. After all, I know my way around your kitchen now and you should still have that foot up.’ Neil’s strict tone caused Becca’s tummy to twist with what felt suspiciously like desire. Following his silent instruction, which consisted of no more than a small nod in the direction of the sofa, she followed his medical advice, while Neil disappeared next door. He returned a few minutes later with two steaming cups of tea and duly placed them on the coffee table, before taking a seat beside Becca on the sofa.

‘You really ought to have your foot up still,’ admonished Neil. Grabbing a nearby cushion, he placed it in his lap, before tapping it three times in the manner of a man expecting his orders to be followed. ‘Come on,’ he added, as encouragement.

Becca stared back at him in astonishment. Was he seriously suggesting that she place her naked feet within easy access of his undoubtedly talented hands?

‘It really is feeling much Bayan escort Ankara better…’ she started to explain.

‘It’s feeling much better because you did as you were told yesterday,’ explained Neil easily. ‘And I’m suspecting that’s one of the few times in your life you have.’

The two of them grin cheesily at each other, Becca silently acknowledging that his words were entirely true.

‘Do you make a habit of purposefully going against what you’re told to do?’

His voice sounded so strict that the delicious tone sent a shiver of expectation up Becca’s spine, causing her to swallow hard.

‘It has been known…’

‘Not with me. Come on,’ he added gently, reaching down to scoop Becca’s feet onto his lap.

To her astonishment, Neil began to gently massage her sensitive feet. At first, she naturally flinched away but he persevered. Soon Becca was sighing deeply with every stroke, occasionally releasing a restrained moan.

‘You’re very good at this,’ she admitted, just seconds before exhaling with the utmost contentment. ‘Something tells me you’re wasted being a doctor. You should have been a masseuse.’

‘I’m very good at most things which involve understanding the human body,’ admitted Neil playfully. ‘This spot here, for example,’ he continued, centring in on a very specific location on the base of her foot.

‘Mmmmm,’ groaned Becca, no longer caring about the excess noise she was making.

‘Some believe that if you are massaged here, it will lead to improved circulation. Whereas here,’ he continued, shifting to a different spot. ‘This area is thought to be linked to improving the function of your lungs.’

‘Do you believe that?’ groaned Becca, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure as her head rolled back.

‘Not sure…’ Neil admitted, moving his circling thumb to a third and final location. ‘Perhaps you should be the judge. Can you guess where this spot corresponds to?’

The feeling was ever so subtle and only grew very gradually, but in Becca’s mind, there was no denying that the area of her foot he was currently focussing on was linked to her pussy. She could feel her swollen lips lightly pulsing as a tightening heat spread through her entire lower abdomen.

‘Oh!’ she moaned at last. ‘You shouldn’t!’ She could feel herself growing incredibly wet. If Neil couldn’t smell her arousal at this point, it would be a miracle. But being told he shouldn’t do something was never going to be enough to deter Neil, particularly when Becca’s flushed complexion made it very obvious that she was secretly enjoying herself. But eventually, it all became too much for her; a sensation overload.

‘Seriously!’ she pleaded with a breathy cry. ‘I can’t bear it!’

‘You can’t bear what? Being made to feel nice, or being made to feel nice by me?’

‘Neither,’ she stumbled, aware that although his teasing caress had paused, Neil hadn’t removed the touch of his hands from her skin.

‘What then?’

‘I can’t bear how much I want you,’ Becca admitted, eyes down to ensure she didn’t have to witness his disbelieving, or maybe even horrified expression.

For a long while, everything became very still. Very calm. Not daring to look at him, their only two companions were anticipation and silence. It was only when Neil gently took her hand, turned it over and began to drift his finger tip around the palm, that Becca dared to glance up. And fuck. Didn’t you know it? Even the way he was stroking her hand was turning her on. Who was this guy, and what incredible power did he seem to hold over her?

‘How old are you, Becca?’ he asked gently.

‘Twenty,’ she admitted, a determination in her tone which attempted to make her age sound acceptable, in what was clearly going to be an age gap conversation. But she wasn’t a teenager any longer. She was an adult. She knew her own mind.

‘I’m forty,’ he admitted soberly. ‘I could be your father, and then some.’

‘And does that matter? Is age really so important?’

‘It could certainly be argued, yes.’

‘But when two people get on…when their spirits make a connection…’

‘That is a very simplistic view of the world,’ Neil admitted with a long exhale.

‘Well, I’m a very simplistic girl,’ shrugged Becca, trying not to take offence.’

‘Now, I know that’s not true.’

‘So if I was to confirm that I want you,’ Becca began. Pausing, she placed her functioning foot on his thigh and started to stroke gently. ‘Would I be alone in thinking that?’

A low rumble escaped Neil’s throat as he watched the journey of her foot in disbelief. Commencing close to his knee, it gradually moved northwards until ultimately brushing over his substantial erection. It was pretty clear that his body concurred with her desires, even if his mind wasn’t entirely bought-in. But to Becca, the pained groan was a totally addictive sound, and the more she heard it, the more she needed to hear it.

‘Becca,’ he moaned.

‘Neil,’ she replied back playfully.

‘You can’t want me.’

‘Why the hell not?’ she argued, flashing him a cheeky grin. ‘You’re a gorgeous, sexy, clever, kind doctor! With very gifted hands,’ she added as an afterthought. ‘What isn’t there to want?’

When Neil didn’t make any kind of move, Becca determinedly took a hold of his hand and pulled him closer.

Fair warning to readers new to this series: I don’t bother with much in the way of recaps usually, and this story is no exception. You can certainly enjoy it on its own, but it will make a lot more sense (I think), if you were to start with Chapter 1. Regardless, as always, do not hold your breath for realism in my work. I aim to be plausibly ridiculous.

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A REPUTATION 3: STUDY BREAK

Monday was a much calmer day… at least at the start. Part of the culture of the School of Engineering is early classes. I was carrying a five-course load, and three covered engineering of various stripes. Those all met and were done before eleven on the days they were held. Russian and English Literature, my non-tech efforts, both met around lunch time, Monday-Wednesday-Friday and Tuesday-Thursday respectively. That meant my afternoons were always free. I saw it as a small(ish) price to pay, getting up at seven every morning in college, to have my afternoons completely free… mostly to work.

I was grabbing an early lunch, just before I had to run to Russian. I sat by myself with my reliable soup and salad. Even school meal programs can’t screw up soup, right? (Spoiler Alert: They can.) I looked up to find our third floor RA, Shawn Maccan, and the RA from my own floor, Jimmy Banks, moving toward me, their food and books left a few tables away.

I looked up, curious. I was pretty sure that they weren’t gong to hassle me about the shower incident, but I didn’t know why else they would want to talk to me. I didn’t make trouble, Mitch and I got along, and I wasn’t the type to go to the RAs with emotional troubles. Besides, my only emotional trouble had been not getting laid, and rain had most definitely fallen in that desert. It would be a while before I’d whine about sex again!

“Will, can we talk to you?” Shawn asked as they reached me. Indicating that they should take a seat, I nodded happily. I was suddenly doing most things happily…

“Listen, Green,” Jimmy started. He had gone to Exeter and has that preppie habit of calling all males by their last name, as if assuming that your Family is more important than you as an individual. “We both like Shawn’s idea of doing a dorm thing to watch your vehicle competition. How about it?”

“Well, it is open to spectators,” I smirked.

“Yeah,” Jimmy said brusquely. “But are you yourself going to be competitive?”

I hesitated.

“Like I said before,” Shawn added hastily, “I doubt that you want us bringing a whole bunch of house-mates to watch, if your vehicle is going to break on the first challenge.”

“Yeah, that would be awkward,” I said slowly. “But I’m still not sure that you are going to get a big turnout to watch paper and wood cars drive up a hill.”

“Come on, Will. This is a pretty elite college,” Shawn encouraged, understatedly. “Everybody’s smart and recognizes a challenge. We’d get a decent crowd, since they would have someone to cheer for.”

“If you are going to be competitive,” Jimmy iterated. “Are you?”

I pursed my lips. “There are a lot of factors still fluid. It is mostly a matter of weight-to-structural integrity. Dale and I have sound designs for each functional component, and need only to make them sturdy enough, while still keeping the total mass low so as to be able to move. With what we accomplished this weekend, I know we are ahead of most of the field in all but that last bit. Each year, the mean number of vehicles that complete all the tasks without either breaking or needing modifications between the tests is three out of twenty-plus teams. There is still almost a month until the demonstration. I could tell you in about two weeks whether I’m going to be among that top three or not, okay?”

Shawn looked at me, easily comprehending the moving parts of what I was saying, like a Math major. Jimmy looked at me like a Sociology major. He heard ‘two weeks’, and was satisfied for now, discarding whatever the hell else I had said. Exeter or no, I always kind of felt that he was one of those members of our student body, the most ‘elite’ facet of whom was their Family. Nice guy. Smart. Not brilliant.

“Great,” the red-headed Canadian smiled. “We don’t have to do much beyond rounding up snacks to bring. There would be no other logistics, so we can decide to do it or not with two weeks out. Thanks, Will,” she smiled and they turned away. Jimmy waved with a smile of his own, adding, “Thanks, Green. Now bear down. I’ll be honest, we are behind our participation goals for dorm activities.”

I watched them go. More accurately, I watched Shawn’s lissome legs and graceful round butt, showcased un-self-consciously as always, in perfect pale blue jeans.

I snorted to myself. I had not wanted to be over-cocky, but there was zero chance that Dale and I were not going to be contenders. I was already sure that we could perform all tasks, and probably not break. After the weekend, I was proud to the point of smug about that little vehicle, even if it was Dale’s Ankara escort new truss that was the key to holding it together. It just didn’t pay to promise too much, too early.

*

I dashed through the rest of my lunch, and headed off to suffer through another boring, difficult Russian class. You would think that getting laid twice over the weekend, with two different women no less, might have calmed down my libido and let me concentrate on how krasniyeh my karandash was, but no.

At first, the usual distractions were worse. To be honest, I found myself speculating about how much fun my tall, hot (if admittedly boring in the classroom) professor would be, were we in a shower, instead of Room 310-2. I pondered rubbing soap all over her pale white skin, making sure her boobs were good and clean before getting all dirty… Her height would be a very good thing for sex standing up, I considered. We might not even need the bench.

A couple of times, early in the class, I tore my mind off Svetlana to try to learn something… only to imagine Elaine, currently sitting two seats to me right, barging into my shower instead…

Unusually, despite my even more over-active than usual imagination, I managed to learn a thing or two by the end of class. Ms. Godinova suddenly somehow remembered that there was such a thing as classroom participation and started springing questions on us instead of just droning on and on. Unfortunately for me, I was her first victim. My mind had been full of Elaine’s tits, and I totally missed the question. When she repeated it, I made a hash of the answer. Fear of embarrassing myself like that again kept my eye on the ball for the rest of class. I doubt that I spent more than five minutes the rest of the way thinking about what kind of nipples Svetlana possessed, and how I’d like to choke on shower water running over them.

*

I liked to keep my academic life fairly regimented, and Mondays and Thursdays were my regular Study in the Sun days. La Floridita dorm was made up of four three-story ‘houses’ in a quadrangle, with facilities like the dining hall, dingy little laundry room, communal student kitchen, etc., filling in the spaces between. A cool feature of the complex was the wide catwalks connecting the houses on the third floor. Those catwalks were nice places to lie out in the sun and study… or lie out in the sun and take a nap with a book or laptop propped open as if studying. I almost always actually studied. If I am honest, most of my fellow students seemed to believe that they could absorb the material through an open book on their lap… if they just napped hard enough.

I went up to the catwalk between Houses 2 and 3, as was my habit, around four o’clock. The sun was not quite so harsh by that point, and I could lie in it, and get a little color in my skin without worrying too much about burning. It also meant that the area would be much less crowded than it usually was earlier in the day.

This afternoon, as was often the case, there was only one other student up there, standing uncertainly beside her usual chair, just fussing with her books and looking less rock-solid calm than usual–Cassie Amberleigh. She looked up as I walked out onto the catwalk and smiled. “Hi, Will,” she said, looking at me. Cassie lives on the third floor of our house (we are in Number 2), and while we basically knew each other well enough to know each other’s names, she seldom actually used mine. “I wasn’t sure if you…” she started, then waved herself off. Instead she gathered her breath for some reason. “Listen, could you watch my stuff? I… It is so nice out today, I’d like to get a little tanning in for once while I work on this Calc.”

I nodded my consent, a bit puzzled. Cassie always struck me as choosing to study out on this catwalk to be outside in the fresh air, not to get a tan. She certainly never sported much of one. And while she looked great in the form-fitting khaki shorts and short sleeved, plaid, button up shirt that were practically her uniform, the outfit wasn’t exactly tanning wear.

I watched her briskly walk back inside, because, well, Cassie was nice to watch walk away. Not nearly as much fun as she was to watch walk toward me, mind you, but still… She was super-petite, no more than an inch over five feet tall, if that, with nice legs and a rounded butt that filled her habitual khakis without ever stretching the fabric tight.

I settled myself on one of the adjustable chaises the school had put up here a few years back. They were fairly cheap to begin with, and years of direct sunlight and exposure to weather had done little to make them look great, but they remained comfortable and structurally sound. I had not changed from class and was still wearing my black cargo shorts and a button down white Oxford cloth shirt. I looked like an engineering student… At least, I could undo a button or two at the throat to let any sun spread out the tan triangle beneath my throat, Ankara escort bayan and I rolled my sleeves up further than usual. The look was a far cry from my newly upgraded mental image of myself, but what was I going to do?

With a sigh, I took out my Industrial Design text and started catching up on my reading there. My focus on the vehicle competition had been eating up a lot of my bandwidth from other classes.

Cassie returned, and my casual study time came under heavy fire. She had gone back to change clothes–well, only her top, apparently. But now, instead of her usual plaid shirt, Cassie was wearing just a bikini top. A quite modest one, honestly. It was a string bikini, though the cups provided quite full coverage. But even a modest bikini top on Cassie was unusual, and…

Here’s the thing. The first week or so of the new school year, when everybody was just getting to know the other people in the dorm, I had been sitting with Mitch and a few other guys in the common room, when Cassie had wandered through on her way elsewhere. When she left, one of the other guys, Stuart North I think, uttered almost involuntarily, “How can such a little girl have such big tits?”

Cassie was endowed like Harvard–that is to say, extravagantly.

She never flaunted those tits. She didn’t need to, and it wasn’t her style. This bikini top was the closest I had ever seen to her putting that bust on display. In fact, this definitely seemed like a display. I was puzzled at that, since experience said that we would see no traffic up here until at least dinner time, but whatever. I was not complaining.

She muttered an idle, “Thanks,” to me that her stuff had not been spirited away in her absence somehow, and stretched out on her chaise near me. She settled in with her math book, a pad of paper and a pencil. Surprisingly, she looked up at me, and as I said, her new sunbathing attire had derailed my attention on Industrial Design. I whipped my nose back into my book, hopefully not too overtly.

We both settled down to study. Or she did. I settled down to try.

The thing was, it was actually pretty hot that day–more so, even, than usual. Scenic distractions aside, I was little jealous of Cassie’s attire. It occurred to me that I could simply take my own shirt off and get some actual sun myself.

I was momentarily taken aback that I was even considering taking off my shirt. I’m not super-modest or anything. I am not that guy who wears his teeshirt on the beach or by the pool. But I also have always been self-conscious enough to be hesitant about just hanging out with a bare torso. I’m fairly certain that the events of the last couple of days, however had imbued me with a new level of confidence about my body. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off.

To be clear, I was not trying to show off. I’m in shape, but it wasn’t like I have some rippling muscled chest to flaunt. I just wanted some sun at the moment, and suddenly found it much easier to let people see me getting it. And if that made Cassie feel more comfortable about wearing bikini tops out here… so much the better. I would be very much in favor of her making this a habit…

I folded up my shirt and set it aside, then settled back with my book. During the whole procedure, I managed to take a good further look at Cassie and her… They really were big. Any bigger, and they would have been comical, but they weren’t. Her generous curves filled the large triangles of her top, showing off their well-formed shape. The slightest ripples in the otherwise tightly smooth triangles of the top betrayed that her nipples were in just exactly the right position, where God, Hugh Hefner, and Boris Vallejo intended.

I rapidly discovered three things. One: It felt great to get all that extra sun–my body clearly relished the Vitamin D production. Two: My cock was relishing the sight of Cassie in that unaccustomed bikini top… And Three: I no longer had my shirttails to conceal the whole ‘relishing’ thing going on with my cock.

Casually, I rolled over onto my stomach, adjusting the chaise to lie flat, then propping myself up on my elbows to read the book I laid down in front of me. This had two benefits. My hard-on was concealed. And it would also have a chance to subside, since I was no longer staring in Cassie’s direction. The drawback was, I was no longer staring in Cassie’s direction.

I got through almost a page and a half of my textbook before Cassie piped up out of nowhere in her bird-like little voice, “Damn, Will! No wonder there was so much noise.”

I froze. Fuck. Had the stories gotten so far through the dorm as to reach relative loners like Cassie?

“Excuse me?” I asked tentatively, not looking at her.

“Your back.”

“My back?” I asked in new surprise, twisting, but of course unable to see what she was talking about.

“Yeah,” Cassie said, amusement in her voice. “That girl in the shower with you must have really been into it. Escort Ankara No woman leaves marks like that unless she is extremely satisfied with how things are going.”

“There are scratches?” I asked momentarily confused.

“Oh yeah. In sets of four all over, from a woman’s fingernails.”

I sat up, feeling my face redden. In something akin to, but not nearly panic, I said, “I, uh, think I better go back to my room.” I stood up and grabbed at my books.

“Oh, hey, Will!” Cassie said, contrition in her voice. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you! I just… Sorry. You don’t need to give up your study time.”

“Ah,” I said, not quite sure why I had been about to bolt, and suddenly not wanting to look cowardly by running away. “I was, um, just going to see in the mirror what you were talking about with my back.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Cassie said. “Hold still.” With that, I heard a smartphone camera sound effect behind me. Oh wow.

“Here, take a look,” Cassie said. I turned around to see her holding out her phone, screen toward me. “This is better than trying to look at yourself in the mirror.”

Almost involuntarily, I stepped forward. “What makes you think I’m Shower Guy?” I asked tentatively as I looked at the screen.

“Come on,” Cassie snorted. “I’m not sure who the girl was, but I got it from someone who was there that you were definitely the guy.”

Fucking snitch! “Who’s your informant?” I asked, morbidly curious about who some of the main gossips were.

“Oh, the story is just going around, but I confirmed the details with Rachel.”

“Rachel?!?”

“Hey, her room is right there. You know she had to have heard if she was around.”

I snorted in amusement to myself. Really Rachel? How did you not burst out laughing when you told that whopper?

Still… fair play. I would not out her now. If Cassie was going to eventually find out Rachel’s actual part in the event, which she probably would eventually, it would not be from me.

I took a good look at the picture on Cassie’s phone. Wow, Kate had really done a number on my back. There were no bloody rents or anything, but there were lots of long, reddish streaks everywhere. There was no mistaking what they were.

No wonder I’d been itching all day…

The urge to still deny everything was strong in me, and I seized on one thing I could honestly deny. “I absolutely did not get those from… this Shower Girl person,” I said. Somehow, my brain thought saying that was a good idea…

“Wait…” Cassie said, leaning forward, her teasing voice now surprised. “Those are fresh. Are you saying that you rocked two different girls’ world that hard, in the last two days?”

My innate instinct for honesty had combined with my suddenly confident loose lips in a hellish brew…

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I could figure out nothing that would not make this worse. Looking at Cassie, I practically begged her to let me just shut up.

Cassie just grinned, then bent back to pick up her pencil. I sat, but didn’t lie, back down, unwilling to turn my back on her again. I grabbed my book. The usually nice sensation of having Cassie around was long gone, in conjunction with her sudden transmogrification into this teasing machine… a teasing machine with a picture of my scratch-covered back on her phone.

I heard her mutter something under her breath. I couldn’t make it out but it contained the same word twice. “What was that?” I found myself asking. Why was I engaging her further?

To my surprise, this time, Cassie was the one suddenly blushing at having been heard.

“Come on,” I teased her. I knew I should just shut up, now that I had her backing off, but the fact that I somehow had regained some leverage here made me reckless.

Cassie looked at me. “I… I just…” she trailed off. She paused again. Then she opened her mouth, paused again, drooped her head and said in a rush. “I was just wondering to myself what it might take to get you to go three for three.”

Now we both paused. Understand, I grocked her meaning instantly, but it was taking some serious effort to make myself believe she had said it.

“I… I mean… It’s been a while for me,” Cassie started to let her mouth run away with itself. “I mean, even for a date, let alone…”

I’ll admit, I looked at her skeptically.

“Hey!” she said defensively. “It’s not easy finding guys who don’t just stare…” she cut herself off. Cassie seemed to have a lot she felt compelled to say, and yet did not want to say a lot of it. “Anyway, I admit the whole Shower Incident thing turned me on, okay? I mean, even when I first heard about it, it sounded hot. But then at lunch today, when Rachel went on and on about how epic it had sounded, I was practically squirming. And then when she told me for sure it was you, and I realized Shower Guy was someone I actually knew and saw around?”

She may have been babbling, but I was at a loss for words. I did have enough sense to just let her keep going, though. I stared at Cassie, not sure I has having this experience–watching her babble about how hot stories about me had made her. And holy shit, she was not lying. Those tell-tale ripples giving away the position of her nipples? They were full-on tent poles suddenly.

Neither of us had been as excited since we were kids, this only built as every hour drew it closer. I can’t speak for my wife but my excitement was for more than one reason. My mind races with every possible good and bad. What if my wife didn’t like it, what if she liked it and I didn’t, what if she liked this guy more than me? But there was also the driving force to why we are there, to expand our already great sex life.

l also can’t say the subject matter of this first go was very high on my wish list, my wife bedding another guy while I just sit and watch. The fact was it wasn’t even on my list, to be honest, but I’m an eat your vegetables first kinda guy so here we go again. l also knew my wife would be looking at me, and my reactions and that would play a big part in our success or lack of it. So yeah, I am looking forward to watching some guy fuck you. Of course, l was not deep down inside.

As we came to the hour before l had to lower my wife’s anxieties and honestly mine as well. But that knock on the door came and we answered it. Jack was a bit older than us, tall and slender. The many conversations with both of them paid dividends as it didn’t take long before he felt like an old friend as we share a bottle of wine before the festivities. They also had been in the lifestyle for a good amount of time so l imagine they had their fair share of newbies.

I noted when Jack arrived his hair was still wet so freshly showered as was my wife but she blew hers out before that knock on the door. As we took the last sips of the bottle we all knew what doing so meant, it was game time.

l lead the way to the rear of the house and our master area, the lights were set very low so we were more like shadows passing in the night. l took my seat in the corner and watched as Jack removed the nightgown from my wife’s body. She was trembling and l wanted to reach out to comfort her but l remained in my seat and watched. Jack now undressed also wrapped his arms around her and whispered something in her ear. l could make out my wife’s nod of her head and then she climbed upon the bed.

Jack moved slowly but with intent as he kissed his way up my wife’s legs switching from one to the other. Her gasp told me he arrived at her sweet pussy and her moaning told me she was enjoying it and we were well on our way.

l knew he made her cum as did he as he then continued his journey up my wife’s body placing kisses on it along the way. She let out a gasp as his manhood entered her, she responded by wrapping her legs around him as he pumped away.

l must say l too was enjoying it far more than l guessed l would and at least in my head l was cheering him to make her Ankara bayan escort cum again. She did and he closely followed, withdrawing and leaving his warm puddle on my wife’s belly. Jack placed his clothes back on then thank us both, leaving with “l hope we meet again” before letting himself out.

l moved to the bed and laid next to my wife to wrap my arms around her. She warned “be careful” which made us both laugh, as Jack’s sticky puddle remained. l reached for the towel placed ahead of time for just that reason then l pulled my wife in close to me. l was a bit surprised how worked up to the feeling of heat still left coming from my wife’s honey hole. She kissed me softly on my lips and then told me to finish the job and if she meant it or not those were the exact words I needed from her, not for her good but mine.

I gently pressed myself into the love of my life and slowly made love to her. We woke some hours later and still embraced.

Other than sharing a “good morning” things remained quiet for the first little bit until my wife asked for my thoughts. l was careful with my words not wanting to lead her down any road other than the one she intends to use, my reply back was that l enjoyed it. And to keep things light l joked saying l guess it’s her turn to watch me now. she returned the banter asking “what with Jack?” which we both laugh at.

That was the breaking of the ice and l knew we were in a good place to continue this journey, at least another step into it. Later that day in the early evening we reached back out to them via the Adult Site leaving our message of thanks to both of them. Just before going to bed, we hear back from Jill, her wishes of the hopes things went well and closing with if we had any interest in meeting again including the note that Jack had a great time.

l was the one typing our response back thanking them again with my wife looking on but when it go to the point where we were to answer her question on meeting again l handed the laptop to my wife telling her to give them our answer. “Sure when, can’t wait!!!”

We went straight to bed after that fueled on what could be and for me strangely recalling the pleasure my wife received from another guy’s cock. We woke the next morning, this time with no hesitation as we did what we needed to get on with our day.

It wasn’t until that evening that we logged back on the site to see if they responded. l can only speak for me but l had little less on my mind all day. l read the message silently first then out loud. “How about this Saturday? I’m dying to meet you both!” I’m sure the excitement was all over both of our faces but to Escort bayan Ankara make light of the morning l told my wife “see she’s excited to meet me” My wife jokingly corrected me “it’s us, dear, she’s excited to meet both of us” I replied yum, even better. My meaning to the possibility of both ladies being together, which my wife fully understood by replying “good try”

We happily replied how great that would be and how we looked forward to it. We also asked if it would be possible to meet at our home again as that is where we felt the most comfortable, and they kindly agreed with our request. Our last message to them before the meeting was to come hungry as we would like to cook dinner for them.

Those days ahead of time had to be some of the slowest ever and the saving grace was we were enjoying some great sex in anticipation of what was to come. The fact is we both felt we better slow down to save some for the meeting itself. we might have felt that but we didn’t do it, only holding back that night before.

Their headlight shining through our front window announced their arrival just before the knock on the door. A welcome and invitation to come inside closely followed. Jill was a bit different than what l was expecting, she had put on some pounds since their photos on the site and their differences in height came more into play. Not that either was a problem, not in the least. I imagine there are perfect bodies out there, l just haven’t seen any myself and including myself. With her warm hug at the door, l was already sold.

Dinner was light and easy, exactly to the point. We did reach for the crush of a bottle of wine to knock off whatever edge that remained but l could already tell my wife was far more comfortable this time than I was also. After polishing off the wine and some small talk it was the ladies that lead the way down the hallway to our Master Quarters.

We were certainly clean as I’m sure they were also but after one look at our master bathroom Jill wasn’t going anywhere until she had a spin in it. Little did they know but that was perfect with us, our normal has to shower just before enjoying sex as every inch is on the menu with us. My wife started to fill the very large tub and things only got better as the ladies undressed each other as we guys stripped away our clothing. The site of a woman wiggling out of their things is one of the greatest things on earth, only made better when they are doing so to give themselves to you.

My wife stepped into the tub, its water topped with bubbles. she remained standing as Jack closely followed and sat himself down first. She melted into his chest Bayan escort Ankara as I offered the shower to Jill, my open hand showing the was. As soon as we entered Jill went to kiss me and l froze as my mind raced to the fact that we didn’t discuss such with each other prior, a simple but important item. Jill seemed to sense it and kissed me on the chest instead. she seemed to enjoy my chest quite a bit, l was far more muscular than Jack was which doesn’t matter especially as my wife seemed happy in his less-than chest herself.

l wrapped my arms around Jill from behind massaging her soft boobs, her nipples stiffened from the attention. My cock grew up against the small of her back of the sound of moans whirling around the room. l looked over at my wife to confirm her smile then l placed my hands under Jill’s arms and lifted her like a ragdoll standing her on top of the bench inside the shower. This feat seemed to excite her but that was nothing compared to how she felt as I buried my face into her wanting pussy. She braced herself with hands on either wall as l flicked my tongue at her button. Fueled by my wife’s moans that had gotten louder.

Not to be shown up l stopped but only long enough to spin Jill around so l could service her with my tongue from behind. She quickly came as l lashes my wipe from hole to hole. My wife who must have been watching commented she knows how good that feels. Then l think all of us were ready to move forward, we withdrew from our stations and quickly dried off before racing to the bed.

Both ladies must have been cock crazy as they wasted no time taking our cocks in their soft mouths. l didn’t think it possible but having my penis sucked while watching my wife suck somebody else’s might even be better.

They broke away first, Jack on top of my wife and going at it. For myself, I hadn’t quite had my fill. l laid Jill next to my wife then l placed her legs over my shoulders, leaning in l once again started to consume her sweet box. She came twice over before begging me to fuck her, after that a repeating of “oh fuck” seemed to be all she could muster.

I looked over to my wife as Jill climaxed yet again, her eyes told me the story. She was enjoying herself and a good bit of how proud she was of me and my skills. The only reason I’ve added such is that she confirmed it later when we were alone. Regardless we were all having a great time.

We refocused upon our partners and continued for some time, changing positions and then returning to missionary. When Jack’s moans began to get loud my wife reminded him to not cum inside of her (she was not able to take birth control) he did as asked and once again left his puddle upon her belly.

As for myself, l had a ways to go before reaching my end. Jill surely didn’t have objections and maybe to save me from myself or kindness toward Jack, she approached me. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear which quickened my end. As to what she said, that’s for the two of us only to treasure.

The 23 year old Rachel Watkins leaned back on the bed she shared with her boyfriend she called “Daddy.”

Daddy was actually John “Big Bear” Gibson, an absolute stud of a man with whomever she was celebrating a one year anniversary with.

As she lay on their bed, wearing the collar he had given her, he approached her with his big cock ready to claim her once again.

In a flash, she thought about everything that had transpired in the previous year and why she was happier than she ever could have imagined.

A year ago, she was a bank teller at the largest bank in town. She processed all sorts of transactions from all sorts of people.

She always liked to dress cute as she was 22 years old at the time. Her long, curly brown hair danced most of the way down her back and accented her icy blue eyes perfectly. Her smile was warm and inviting to everyone who came into the bank. She frequently got looks and a random comment or two from patrons on her looks.

She was happy to be healthy and her natural curves were certainly pristine. However, she did take pride in her bank job and she wore conservative style long dresses. Certainly, they weren’t frumpy looking but they wouldn’t win any fashion awards either for sexiness.

She had worked at the bank since she graduated high school and didn’t see anything wrong with working there until she met a nice man to marry and have kids with.

For years, John Gibson would roll in on his massive Harley-Davidson motorcycle into the bank parking lot. The pulsating bursts from the engine unmistakably poisoning the calm energy of the sanguine bank.

It felt like he was there to rob the bank but the reality was all he would steal was the hearts of the women inside.

He was nearly 50 years old but carried himself as the peak of masculine energy. He stood at six feet, six inches tall and his broad hairy chest and thick shoulders and arms were adorned with tattoos that hinted at his love of motorcycles and other twisted things.

He always wore jeans that fit just right over his thick legs from decades of never missing leg day. His tight jeans always protruded with his considerable bulge.

His broad and thick chest, shoulders, and arms always had a fitted casual shirt clinging desperately to reveal his vibrant tattoos.

He would come into the bank to get cash. All of the female tellers except Rachel wanted to help him, so naturally he was only drawn to the pretty brunette who didn’t try to make eye contact whenever he walked in. He always made a habit to arrive just a few minutes before the bank closed to cause even more of a scene and to make his requests to take Rachel out more seamless.

He tried for years to flirt with her. His black hair and warm brown eyes typically worked wonders on ladies but she always kept things professional.

She did notice when she worked on his transactions that he had tens of thousands of dollars in his account but he seemed to always want the same amount: $5000 cash in $100 bills.

There were always credits from the previous day in the account but he seemed to take pride in coming into the bank, waiting patiently in line, and making the cute brunette count out the cash for him.

She tried to not smile when he would lean on the bank counter and remark in his heavy bass voice, “That’s almost enough to take you on a date.”

She resisted his advances and hints at advances for years. She even sort of liked to see him come rolling into the branch because of the whirlwind of attention his masculinity drew from everyone.

It all changed a year and a day prior when Rachel was working the evening shift. It had been a long day and closing the branch took longer than she thought it would. Despite her better judgment, she let the other teller leave a couple minutes before Rachel did.

When Rachel left the branch and was walking to her car, a man approached her and under the cover of a hoodie and made a threat to her and presented a knife.

She was terrified at all of the possibilities of the mysterious man.

Then out of nowhere rumbled the unmistakable sound of John’s massive motorcycle.

In a flash, the brute flew into the parking Ankara escort lot and realized what was happening. He intercepted Rachel and her attacker and proceeded to overwhelm the unknown man and land a hard punch.

The man scattered away to an awaiting unmarked vehicle before the police could be called.

John made sure she was okay and she was very relieved that he was there. They departed once he was sure she was okay.

That night, she found herself thinking about her hero and how impressive he actually was. She had dated guys closer to her age but there was always something a bit off on all of them. There was no fire, no passion, no intrigue. She found herself wondering if that passion could perhaps be found with the ruggedly handsome biker?

After saving the damsel in distress, there was very little reason for Rachel to turn down John’s invitation the next day when he came in near the branch close.

He asked her if she wanted to go out and she agreed.

What happened next would have shocked the shy bank teller.

Their first date went perfectly as John proved to be a perfect gentleman at the casual lakeside restaurant they met at.

Hours melted away as the decades apart duo connected and laughed.

His masculinity had Rachel feeling like she was Jane to his Tarzan.

She admitted at the end of their first date that she had never been on a motorcycle.

Before she knew it, she was on the back of his roaring motorcycle. Her long brown hair was tied back in a high ponytail underneath the helmet he gave her.

She had to reach over and around his thick hairy chest to clutch as he sped down the freeway at 80 mph after he falsely promised to only go on back roads.

She was helpless to his desires, which she suspected was a feeling he enjoyed.

She wanted to be mad at him but the feeling of the rumble of the bike and the sense of trust she had to give him left her with a developing wet spot in her cotton panties.

He took her home and with very little resistance fucked her properly that night.

He explained to her that he never wanted kids so he got a vasectomy years prior. As a gentleman, he wore a condom the first time they had sex but by the time he fucked her the fourth time in the early morning the next day they both knew there was no point in him wearing rubber.

She didn’t know it at the time but John was kinky and dominant.

He knew he had her after the first night and proceeded to tighten his grip on her day after day and week after week.

He simply wanted her and loved the fact that she didn’t want him at first.

It started so simply.

He asked her to wear no panties on a date.

A few days later, he bought her a black mini dress that revealed more of her thigh than she had ever done before. He then brought her to his favorite biker bar to show her off.

Then he showed her bondage. Slowly, at first, to not scare her. Fuzzy handcuffs, teasing, denial and all of the introductory level things. Before long, he tied her to the corners of his bed and made tongue love to her box for hours before finishing by pounding his huge dick inside her.

She loved riding on his bike almost as much as she loved riding on his cock. The rumble of the bike, the wind in her helmet less hair, the feeling of wrapping her arms around her manly man.

She also came to love all of the leather he bought for her to wear on the bike. Leather pants, tight tops, and sexy boots.

She loved those outfits even more when at their six month anniversary, he asked her if she wanted to move in with him and become his submissive?

She agreed despite the fact her parents hated that she was with a decades older man. Everyone at her work gossiped about it.

They gossiped when she dyed her hair from brown to platinum blonde as he wanted.

They gossiped when she got her breast implants up to very perky D cups.

They gossiped when she got her Brazilian butt lift.

She simply didn’t care what anyone said.

His solution was simple. He asked her to quit her job and have a collaring ceremony in front of his biker gang and BDSM friends.

So, Ankara escort bayan that’s what they did. A simple invitation only event at his private multi-acre home.

There was no need for a wedding ring and there would never be any children. She was his.

Once collared, it became her job to be sexy for him as she stayed on his property while he worked on his business of fixing and maintaining motorcycles and whatever else people seemed to need. Everyday, there was a whole group of men over at the barn on his property doing whatever things a biker gang does.

She learned that he was the leader of the gang and his nickname of “Big Bear” seemed very appropriate.

She was Big Bear’s submissive. Simple and to the point.

There would never be a marriage. There would never be kids.

There would be tons of sex as he wanted and whatever else he wanted too.

So, when he wanted her to get her nipples, belly button, and clit pierced, she did.

When he told her to always call him “Daddy” no matter the setting, she did it with a smile.

When he demanded she start getting tattoos to show the world that she was his, she agreed as well.

The tattoos were tasteful and ornate. A small rose on her ass cheek.

A Playboy bunny on her hip.

On the back of her neck, hidden by her platinum blonde hair, was the symbol of the biker gang he led. Forever branding her as one of them.

She had never wanted tattoos in her previous life but knew how much Daddy loved seeing them on her. It was an art of corruption of her previously clean skin and body.

It was no surprise to her when he told her that he wanted her to be his submissive for the rest of their lives but he wouldn’t marry her. He wouldn’t charge her rent though but he also would only buy things he thought they needed. If she wanted discretionary items, she would need to work outside his house.

He said it was forbidden for her to work at the bank but instead he told her she would be allowed to work at the strip club the biker gang ran on the outskirts of town.

He decided her on stage name was to be Blossom Banks as an homage to her blossoming as his submissive and the fact that she used to work at a bank.

The Blossom nickname stuck and he got everyone in the biker gang to call her that exclusively.

He decided he liked the name so much that he had her go and legally change her name to Blossom Banks. He intentionally cut her name down to only a first and last name as another sign of the power he had over her.

Blossom relied on her years of ballet and dance she took in her younger years to learn how to dance on the pole. She picked it up exceptionally quickly and was dancing regularly only a couple of weeks after Daddy introduced the idea.

She made great money from the sorry men in the crowd as she danced and twirled naked for their dollars. Daddy always was in the back watching carefully to make sure no man went beyond the lap dance rules. Punishment for the men when Blossom got felt up beyond the club limit was severe as the biker gang had no issue using the pathetic patrons to help get the dust off their boots by stomping them wherever they felt.

She would have been petrified at the thought of being a stripper months prior but once she started doing it, she realized she enjoyed the simplicity of it.

Her smile still made her customers day. Instead of making a few dollars above minimum wage, she made hundreds in cash nightly.

She loved all of the clothing she could buy to go with her collar.

Low cut dresses that showed off her boobs. High heels for all sorts of occasions. Tight leather pants for motorcycle rides.

She got her nails and hair done weekly and dedicated herself in their home gym to getting into the best shape of her life.

She loved the bike trips out to remote places or to a biker rally.

She made good friends with other wives, girlfriends and submissives of the biker gang. They all knew and appreciated the roles they played in supporting their men.

Aside from all of that, the reality was that Blossom loved being with John.

The night of their first anniversary, Escort Ankara he took her on the bike to the restaurant they went to for their first date after he rescued her from the assailant in the bank parking lot.

He never told her the “assailant” was someone from his biker gang who fulfilled their assignment of taking a punch from Big Bear perfectly.

Instead, after they had a romantic stroll down memory lane as she sat in his arms at the restaurant dolled up to the nines in her long platinum blonde hair, sexy tits and ass. She giggled freely and played with her more public appropriate collar in the form of a choker necklace.

Once they got home, Daddy turned on their bedroom camera to record Blossom and his sex to perhaps put it up on her paid fans page.

She loved the exhibitionism of their sex life. Everyone in town knew she belonged to him and she was so happy to celebrate the first of many years with Daddy.

She cooed as she laid on the bed naked, “Daddy, what are you going to do to me?”

He climbed onto the bed and towered over her body as he laid on top of her, “Blossom babe, we are going to make love tonight.”

His thick and hard shaft quickly moved to the entrance of her pussy that he had entered hundreds of times in the past year.

Each time felt just as good for him as he slid into her wetness.

Her body shivered as he penetrated her and her legs curled up as her toes flickered with passion.

His broad, hairy chest was up against her soft breasts and toned body.

Deep, possessive, and loving thrusts of his hips and rock hard cock filled up her entire being.

He dominated her entire life and all she could see as he fucked her was his body.

She clung to his hairy back as the man who was more than twice her age pistoned his member inside her.

“Oh my God, Daddy”

Her blue eyes were filled with passion.

“Take it like a good girl, Blossom.”

He continued the deep fucking of her tight pussy with powerful and possessive thrusts. She was his and they both knew it.

Her head went backwards against the headboard as her body seized with orgasmic delight.

He thrust faster inside her. Words were not enough so he wrapped one of his hands firmly around her neck and the collar she wore proudly.

Her neck strained for breath as he regulated not only her pleasure with his cock but her opportunities to breath.

“Oh you fucking like that don’t you. Uggggg. Who’s slut are you?”

She struggled to catch her breath with his thick and well worn hand around her throat. He released the pressure to allow her to come up for a breathless reply, “Yours, uhhhh…Daddy!”

Her pussy tightened as she gave the answer.

He knew her whole family hated seeing her like this. He knew that they hated him for taking their innocent daughter and turning her into his motorcycle riding submissive stripper.

He thought about the special flyers he sent out to her Dad’s friends to come see Blossom Banks at the strip club he owned.

He knew the men had come in droves repeatedly to see her and to get lap dances from her.

He loved all of that control but there was nothing like fucking her whenever and however he wanted.

He let her breath and thrust deeper inside her again and again.

He gave the command, “Cum for me, Blossom! Uhhh…come for your Daddy!”

She released almost instantly with a cry that sounded like it was nearly painful but it was simply her full sexual pleasure releasing cum on his cock deep inside her pussy, “OH DADDY! OHHHHHHH!!!!! UHHHH!!!”

Her face seized as her vision went white with sexual nirvana.

His thick shaft twitched lines of cum inside her. He grunted hard as he came, “Daa….ddy…loves…uhh…Blossom!”

Those moments of expressed love from him were reserved for moments of sexual mountaintop. He was always mindful of ways to incentivize Blossom to want sex.

He slid his cum covered cock out of her pussy and she instinctively switched positions with him.

He laid down on his back with his big member still partially erect.

The platinum blonde submissive stripper went to meticulous work sucking and cleaning off her Daddy’s cock.

He laid back and smiled as he looked down at her and the camera that was still recording them. The pretty brunette bank teller was now his forever platinum blonde submissive slut.

He knew he had gotten away with the bank heist of a lifetime.

The end.

High above the rain-streaked glass wall at the west end of the suburban Atlanta dealership, the frost white numbers of the digital clock proclaimed 6:45. Dom sighed. Only 75 minutes left in this interminable shift. He finished wiping down the door handle of the silver convertible in the center of the showroom and returned to his desk for what was left of his soda.

It was slow for a Thursday evening. Probably on account of the weather. It was unusually wet for summer. And no one wanted to be out in the rain. It didn’t help that inventory was a low and interest rates were higher. But their typical clientele had little use for financing anyway.

As he set the bottle on the coaster a pair of headlights flashed in the window. Outside, a large luxury SUV pulled into a guest space near the door. Dom slid into his chair and woke his computer, preparing to seem busy for the first customer in nearly an hour. The lights shut off and a horn honked, and a few moments later the showroom door swung open.

He waited for the receptionist to greet the visitor and for the footfalls to soften before looking up. Ambling toward the convertible was a figure in a red pleated tartan skirt, lightweight charcoal jacket and long blonde hair swishing across the back. The skirt cut about mid-thigh, flashing two smooth, beautifully toned legs before covering them with tall gray socks just below her knees.

He eased up from his desk and wove around it, slow and deliberate, giving her time to peruse before interrupting. By the time he made it over she had moved on the next model. He altered course, rounding the opposite side of the sedan she was peeking into.

“Welcome to Peachtree Mercedes,” he said brightly. “Is there something I can help you find?”

She turned and looked at him. She was beautiful, with defined features- large eyes, pointed nose, faint freckles at the crests of her cheeks. All set on an oval face and slender neck framed by the starched collar of a white button-down. And she was young. Nineteen – maybe twenty. Far too young to afford anything in this building. She shrugged, casting a glance around the room.

“Maybe,” she replied, in a gentle Georgia accent. Nothing else followed. He paused to make sure.

“Okay,” he said finally. “Umm…what are you looking for?”

She eyed the convertible, then drifted around to the other vehicles, the heels of her Mary Jane’s clicking across the tile. “I don’t know,” she answered. “Something comfortable. Roomy. Maybe some of that color-changing lighting inside.”

“All right,” Dom nodded, “we can work with that. What’s your um…what’s your budget?”

She smirked. “My father’s paying for it, so…whatever. He’s good for it.”

Great, another bratty rich kid. Seemed like there was an endless stream of them on this side of town. They were always a pain in the ass to deal with. But their parents paid cash and never bothered to haggle, so the payoff was usually worth the headache. He forced a smile and surveyed the inventory.

“Well,” he began, “over here are two of our more popular models. She followed him further inside to a spot between two silver vehicles. He pointed to his right. “This is our mid-size C-Class sedan. And this one here is our E-Class SUV. It’s a little bigger than the mid-sized, but more economical than the full-size.”

The young woman took her time perusing. She strolled around each, running her fingers over the paint and peering through the lightly tinted windows. Dom opened the driver’s door of each. She climbed in first the car, then the SUV, settling into the seats and pinching the upholstery. Following a detailed inspection of the consoles and rear seats she slipped out of the SUV and shut the door.

“I’m going to need to drive them,” she stated flatly.

“Sure. Which one?”

“We can start with the car.”

“Okay. I’ll need to make a copy of your license, then I’ll grab the keys and a plate, and we’ll find one on the lot for you.”

She frowned. “You’ll go with me, right?”

Dom paused, surprised by the question. Usually, the salesman was the last person customers wanted along for the ride. “Sure,” he replied, “if you want.” Rummaging through the purse slung over her shoulder she whipped out her license and handed it him. Excusing himself he retreated to the office.

….

Swiping the warm sheet from the photocopier he skimmed the information before dropping it in the file box. Claudia van der Hausen. His forehead wrinkled. Van der Hausen. That surname sounded familiar. But he couldn’t place where he’d heard it before. Sorting through the adjacent drawer he pulled out a C-Class key, snagged a dealer plate off the hook on the wall, and headed out.

….

The rain had stopped. The air was slightly cooler. Drier. And the breeze from the tail end of the storm was quite comfortable. He led Claudia to a red sedan not far from the entrance and unlocked the doors for her while he fit the plate onto the trunk. When he finished, he popped the rear passenger door and ducked inside. Claudia’s head Ankara bayan escort whipped around, her face dark.

“What are you doing,” she chided.

“Well,” Dom replied, surprised, “usually customers want the driving experience to themselves.

She nodded toward the empty front seat. “Just sit up here. You need to explain all the features.”

He shrugged. The customer was always right, right? “Certainly,” he agreed. He wheeled around, shut the rear door, and slipped into the front.

Twisting to fasten his seat belt, he noticed Claudia’s skirt riding high up her thighs. Another inch or two and…. He snapped his eyes forward and settled in the seat, hoping she hadn’t caught him peeking. “It’s a push button start,” he offered. “Just hit the center of that little ring there and we’re ready to go.”

Claudia obeyed and the engine purred to life. The dash lit up with dials and graphics. The climate control kicked on and a faint white glow filled the footwells and illuminated the soft surfaces. She nodded thoughtfully. Adjusting the seat forward a touch she slipped the shifter into gear. The car rolled forward off the lot into light traffic.

….

She asked the usual questions: gas mileage, warranty coverage, scheduled maintenance. But she didn’t seem interested in the answers. As if someone had told her what she needed to know but she didn’t really care. At the stoplights she fiddled with the entertainment system, tuning the satellite radio to the pop station playing the Gen Z hits. She swayed to the beats and the autotuned vocals. This seemed much more her speed.

About 10 minutes into the drive, in a lush, leafy suburb, Claudia turned off the boulevard into a large sweeping parking lot about two-thirds full. Ahead around a gentle curve stood what looked like a multiplex theater with a large color video marquee on the wall high above the entrance. Collier Community Church. Pastor Jacob van der Hausen. Dom stiffened in the seat. He knew he recognized the name.

She steered clumsily into a space in the dim spot between light poles, next to a couple SUVs, several rows back from the main cluster of cars. She shut off the engine then restarted the electronics, lowering the lowering the radio volume. Confused, Dom wrinkled his forehead. “The uhhh…parking assist only works if you’re parallel parking,” he offered.

“Yeah,” Claudia replied, “I don’t really care.” She unzipped her jacket and twisted toward him in the seat, curling her right foot under her left leg and resting her knee on the center console. Her chest bulged toward him. And her skirt no longer covered the gap between her thighs. Black lace panties breathed in the moist evening air.

“Listen,” she continued. “My father is a pompous asshole, and my mother is a bitch.

Dom’s face blanked. There was nothing in the sales manual covering customer family drama. “Oh,” he said. “I’mmm…sorry to hear that?”

“I got accepted to UCLA this year, but they won’t let me to go because they think the ‘heathens’ in California will corrupt my immortal soul, or some bullshit, I don’t know. So instead, I have to go to Georgia Tech. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, because its local, they’re making me live at home. Which means they’ll be around all. the fucking. time.”

Dom was barely listening. His gaze had drifted down to the dark V framed by her lightly tanned flesh. His cock stretched in his dress pants. He shifted awkwardly to cover up. Claudia didn’t seem to notice.

“I told them I was going anyway, because I’m an adult and I can do what the fuck I want. Which I guess freaked them out because then my father told me he was planning to buy me a new car, but if I kept arguing with them he would change his mind and I’d be stuck taking fucking Ubers everywhere.” She was animated now. “Well fine, he’s going to buy me a car. And it’s going to be expensive. And all the fun I was going to have in L.A., I’m going to have in his car!”

Dom gathered his thoughts. Many words had been spoken, most of which he’d missed. He formulated a response he hoped made sense.

“So you’re looking for something…sporty? Maybe a convertible?”

Claudia shook her head, frowning. “No. I want something I can fuck in.”

Dom’s eyes popped from his head. He rubbed his chin, tapping a foot nervously on the floor, trying to process this new information. Claudia continued before he could catch up.

“I want something roomy, comfortable, and easily adjustable. Something to accommodate a variety of scenarios. What I need you to do, is help me try it out.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat. Looked around. “Here?” he questioned. “I mean, it looks like there’s a service going on, or something.”

“Yes, my long-winded father is preaching, and he won’t be finished for at least half-an-hour, so there’s plenty of time.”

Dom’s penis tented his fly. His brain may have been hesitant, but his cock was not. “I don’t know,” he stammered, “I could lose my job if anyone–“

“Do you want to sell a car Escort bayan Ankara or not,” she interrupted. “What does this cost fully loaded? Seventy thousand? Eighty? What’s the commission on that? If this is the right one, easiest money you’ve ever made. Right?”

He nodded. It would be a solid commission. And it would certainly be the most fun he’d ever had closing a deal. Flattening his hands on his knees her turned toward her. “Okay,” he said. “What do I need to do?”

For the first time during their encounter, a smile crept across Claudia’s face. “Show me your cock.”

Dom waited for her to break, laugh it off, admit she was just screwing with him. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and flipped her palms up in an expectant gesture. Heart beating in his ears, he decoupled his belt and the button on his waistband and peeled the zipper apart to the base. He bunched fabric in his fists and eased up off the seat, shoving it down past his ass.

His hardon sprang out, splitting his shirttails and waving before pointing toward the dome light as he returned to the seat. He turned to Claudia. She stared at it a moment, evaluating. Then shrugged, a “meh” escaping her throat. Dom frowned. Sure, he was no porn star, but it was respectable. He raised a hand to object. But before he could assemble the sentence, she leaned over and lowered her head to his lap.

She squeezed his cock in her left hand. Her palm was cool and soothing on the hot sensitive skin. She tucked her right arm behind her back and shuffled her ribs and chest over the leather-padded lid of the console. “Not bad,” she mused, “low and smooth. Supportive, but not obtrusive.” Flipping her hair out of her face onto his thighs, she gave his dick a long stroke and steered it into her mouth.

Dom sighed, digging his fingers into the armrest in the passenger door. Her mouth was warm and wet, and her tongue cupped the underneath as her lips scrubbed the saliva-lubed shaft. She kneaded the heel of her hand against his balls, just hard enough build a little pressure without discomfort. He reclined the seat a couple degrees and slouched in the smooth leather. It had been a while.

Her head bobbed rhythmically over his groin, her curls taking on the soft red glow of the cabin lights. She certainly seemed more experienced than a college freshman. The tempo, the twist of her wrist, the swirl of her tongue around the tip of his dick. He began to tune out the surroundings, shrinking his world to the space inside the car. His left hand rested in the small of her back. Creeping slowly toward her ass.

He gathered the fabric of her skirt before brushing it aside for the fine rippled texture of her underwear. She inched closer. He curled his fingers round the meat of her rump, giving the cheek a gentle squeeze. She responded with a hum and a slurp of his cock. Sensing no resistance, he continued down the curve, dipping beneath the band of delicate lace and into her pink velvet purse.

This time she moaned. Her lips tightened round his shaft as the tip of her nose pressed into his abdomen, and the hum of her vocals rattled his core. She drew a knee up onto the seat, arching her back and improving his access. He craned his neck to see over her ass, but could only glimpse the lewd, ghostly reflection in the glass.

He probed her pussy cautious and slow, with one digit first, then with two. Her syrup oozed out around them, glazing her labia, and clinging to his knuckles. Frequently he slipped out, stroking her clit several times before angling back in.

She rocked her hips against his touch. Matched the motion to the movement of her mouth. His cock shivered and flexed, bucking up toward the base of her tongue. When the moment passed, he slumped deeper into the leather. His self-control slipping away he peeled his right hand from the door handle and laid it on the top of her head.

Claudia barely noticed. She carried on polishing his rod with the deft touch of practiced lips. Dom scrunched her hair in his grip, giving a gentle nudge each time she went down. Large droplets of water began spattering the windshield and pattering on the roof. He peered through his window. The glow of the marquee flashing her father’s name cut through the fading light. It was going to take a heap of Hail Mary’s to repent for this.

A gurgling gasp snapped his eyes back inside. Claudia’s pussy clenched his fingers and saliva spilled over his balls from her gaping mouth. He only then realized he was holding her down on his straining cock. He yanked his hand off and sank into the cushion. She pulled away and gulped a deep breath, bending her neck to look up. A bright toothy grin lit up her lipstick-smeared face. Not at all the reaction he’d expected.

“Easy there,” she giggled. “We’re not done yet.”

She sat up and flung an arm between the seats, fumbling her phone from her purse in the back. Dom watched, confused, his cock cooling in the conditioned air. She opened an app and began tapping her thumbs on the screen. “Comfortable Bayan escort Ankara center armrest,” she spoke slowly, “not too high. Seats smooth and supportive.”

Dom chuckled, then checked himself when she didn’t.

“Is the leather standard,” she asked, peeking up from her typing.

“Uhhh…,” he nodded slightly, trying to shift his brain to sales mode, “…standard on all seating surfaces, optional on console and door inserts.”

She clicked out a few more words, then shoved the phone into the little pocket above the shifter. Squirming around she shimmied her panties off over her shoes and looped them casually over the rearview mirror. Her hand fell to his cock, reviving his flagging erection with a few quick strokes. “There we go,” she quipped. “Let’s check the headroom.”

She swung her legs over the shifter between his knees and scooched her ass over the armrest until her feet settled on the floor. Dom slouched as she maneuvered over him, finding his way up under her skirt, pinching at her waist. One hand high up his left thigh and the other gripping the door handle, Claudia dipped her hips, hovering briefly over the tip of his dick before devouring it all in the steamy heat of her snatch.

Dom shuddered as her chilled bare buttocks settled against him. She was quite a snug fit. Recalling her reaction when she first freed his wand, he wondered how she wouldn’t struggle with something larger. But his thoughts were wiped clean the moment she began to grind. Back and forth, slow and deliberate, creaming his cock and leaking over his balls.

He pressed himself into the seat bolsters and inhaled the lily-scented locks tickling his nose. Her head fell back in the crook of his neck, her shoulder lifting his chin as she rolled her ass on his lap. A wave of pleasure rippled through his core. Focused on the friction it took some time before he noticed Claudia’s forehead rubbing the headliner of the low-slung coupe.

She shifted her body forward, leaning and lifting while pushing back, morphing her gyration into a shallow steady bounce. Her breath fogged the glass as she worked his shaft. Dom’s pulse quickened, matching her rhythm. It didn’t take long before the steady drizzle tapdancing on the moonroof no longer covered the squelch of his cock hilting in her pussy.

He worked his hands free and around her chest, picking blindly at the buttons restraining her breasts. Defeating them quickly he cupped her breasts and squeezed. Round and firm they puckered between his fingers. She groaned when he plucked her nipples, digging her nails into his skin. The response spurred him on, his palms skimming the areolas, tugging and tweaking both orbs to the beat of her ass on his thighs.

Pewter gray clouds darkened the sky, obscuring the sinking sun. The wind picked up. Leaves rustled in the nearby tree and rain streaked across the windshield. Dom felt the rush of the oncoming storm swelling in his chest. The smell of sex filled his head. He closed his eyes and let it all flow through, slinging his hips off the seat to meet hers, driving new urgency into their encounter.

Claudia’s moans filled the cabin, plumping goosebumps on Dom’s neck. She slammed her pussy on his dick again and again, forcing grunts from his gut. His balls tightened up. A familiar urge began to creep through his pelvis. He threw his head into the headrest and closed his eyes, intending to savor her riding him over the summit. But just as the climb began, she bounced herself higher, clear of his cock.

It snapped against his abdomen with a dull wet thump. She plopped into his lap and slumped to his chest, pinning his erection between them in the crook of her ass. His hands fell immediately from her tits to her waist, trying to lift her back into position. But she resisted, writhing on him instead.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “I was close.”

“I know,” she quipped, “but I’m not. I’m still testing.” She retrieved her phone and resumed typing. “Door handles sturdy,” she drawled, thumbs flying. “Not much headroom, but I can work with it.” She lolled her head, grazing his ear with hers. “How about you,” she asked. “Comfortable?”

“I was, yeah,” Dom replied. Claudia laughed.

“So impatient.” She slid a few inches toward his knees. “I like it.”

She kicked her shoes off and turned side saddle on his legs, her thigh nudging his cock to his abdomen. Thunder rumbled overhead. And the rain poured down in sheets, scouring the car and obscuring everything more than a few feet away. She leaned in close so he could hear. “Come on,” she urged. “Let’s try the back.”

She climbed over the center console, careful to bump his face with her buttocks as she tumbled through the seats. Dom started to follow, only to be thwarted by his slacks bunched around his knees. He glanced over his shoulder, at Claudia’s succulent breasts rolling about her ribs as she worked into position. Shedding his oxfords he yanked on the linen, stripping the pants off inside out before knifing his way to the rear.

He nestled quickly on top of her. Arching her spine, she bent her knees and spread her thighs, hooking her left ankle around the front seat headrest, and flopping the right on the short shelf behind the rear seat. Not waiting for Dom, she wedged a hand between their bellies and wrapped his cock, working the eager erection into her vagina.