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Part 1

“This is because transcendental art was itself steeped in Neoplatonic symbolis-” Ms. Olsen’s lecture was cut short by the bell, announcing the long awaited end of the school day.

When the students were finally gone Tiffany took off her heels and put her tired feet up on the desk to do some much needed grading. Her 12th grade history class that year was the most boring class she had ever taught, and it pained her almost as much as them to watch the minutes tick by, edging endlessly towards the great freedom of 3 o’clock. Only one student was ever engaged, Timmy Coen, or Tiny-Tim as his classmates called him. On top of being the last of his class to turn 18 he also hit his growth spurt embarrassingly late. In fact he had barely any friends his age, choosing instead to spend most of time with the teachers, which only worsened his reputation. He was a doodler, which Tiffany didn’t like at first, but his constant engagement and good grades quickly changed her mind.

“Oh Timmy, what have you done this time?” She said, smiling to herself as she graded an essay of his, decorated with an armoured knight and a few dragons. “Hallo, what’s this?” She said turning the paper over.

There was no writing on the back but Timmy sometimes used the space for more elaborate doodles which she liked to see. Only this time there was a more exotic piece of artwork: a woman, remarkably like herself, with curly, brown hair and round glasses with bright blue eyes was sitting at a desk, naked but for a necktie, with her bare feet up on the desk, teaching with a long reed like teachers used in the old days. He had evidently forgotten about the drawing and accidentally wrote his essay on the black side. There was such incredible detail in the face, the breasts, the feet, she was genuinely impressed.

Tiffany put down the essay in shock, “does he really see me like that?” She wondered, not knowing whether to be disturbed or flattered.

She knew she would have to return it next class, what would she say? How should she respond? In the end she decided to simply watch what happened in class, “if it was just a fit of teenage horniness I won’t bring it up,” she decided, “but I don’t want him being distracted in class.” The school teacher sighed and continued grading, setting aside the explicit work to be dealt with at some later time.

The next day Tiffany wore an oxford shirt with a black and white striped tie, just like the one in the doodle, with a black skirt and heels with white stockings. She also found a long, bamboo reed and brought it to class in place of a laser pointer to use on her powerpoints. Poor Timmy saw what she was wearing and immediately knew she must have found his misplaced drawing. He tried to hide his fair, blushing face but Ms. Olsen noticed and smiled to herself. The boy didn’t speak the entire class, and as the high heeled teacher passed back his essay he read the red words at the top of the page: “see me after class”, then carefully turned it over to see that he had in fact turned in his doodle, but to his surprise Ms. Olsen had written beside it: “+5, great detail!”

When the bell rang Timmy sheepishly went to the front of the class and took a seat by Tiffany’s desk.

“I think you know why I asked you to stay,” she said, Timmy nodded in reply, “I want you to know you aren’t in trouble, I only want to help.” The boy relaxed a little and Tiffany put her feet up. “You seem to be distracted by how you imagine I look under my clothes, would it help if you saw what I really look like?”

“Y-yes ma’am!” Timmy said excitedly as she left to lock the door. Tiffany began to unbutton her shirt, then took it off completely. She then slipped out of her skirt, and one by one the clothes came off until she stood in nothing but her tie. The instructor had a pear shaped body with soft, light skin, she had pointy tits with little brown nipples, a deep navel and a large, smooth ass. The boy could hardly contain his excitement and began sporting a slight bulge in his trousers.

Ms. Olsen smiled at her student, “now Timmy, what should we do about your distraction? You are such a good student and I would hate to see your grades drop on account of this,” she said, indicating to her naked body.

“I’m s-sorry Miss Olsen, it’s just… you’re so g-gorgeous…”

“Oh Timmy,” she blushed, “maybe you just need to release… it’s only natural for a boy your age to feel like this… but you’ve got to get it out of your system. You have a sixth period study hall, don’t you?” Timmy nodded, “good, I want you to see me every day before class and we’ll just get your mind off of my body, ok?”

“Yes ma’am!” He squeaked, “b-but… do you think we could maybe do some n-“

“Tomorrow Timmy, not till tomorrow,” Tiffany cut him short as she began putting her clothes back on. Soon she was fully dressed but for her stocking feet which she put up and a few buttons which exposed her cleavage. Timmy left the room and she smiled to herself, proud of her ingenuity.

Timmy came nervously into Ms. Olsen’s class the next day, she was sitting bonus veren siteler alone at her desk,

“Come in dear and lock the door behind you,” she said without looking up.

He took off his backpack and went up to the desk.

“Take a seat, Timmy,” Ms. Olsen said as she looked up at him through the tops of her glasses. “Now you seem to be distracted by… that…” she pointed to the twitching bulge in his pants, Timmy blushed and tried to hide it, “oh don’t worry sweetie, that’s why you came didn’t you?”

Timmy found his beautiful, well dressed teacher get up and walk around the desk to his chair, “may I?” she asked, kneeling down.

“Y-yes Miss Olsen…” he hesitantly said.

Tiffany unzipped his pants and pulled out the twitching cock. It was a good size and clean shaven.

“Now I want you to tell me just what you like, I want you to get it all out of your system before class,” she explained slowly, kissing his cock between words.

“A-aahhh… t-thank you M-Miss Olsen… oooh… that feels so g-good…”

The teacher smiled and began to suck on his tip, wiggling her tongue around all the best places, then in one quick motion she thrust her head down to the base of her student’s cock, letting her mature throat squeeze against the sensitive shaft. Timmy felt his cock slip suddenly into her tight, warm throat and started to moan out loud. He tried to stay quiet but the sensation of her throat sliding on and off his dick, her tongue tickling the entire length as it moved made that nearly impossible.

“Quiet baby… we can’t have anyone hearing us,” she whispered as she came up in between strokes.

“I-I’m so sorry, ooaaaah! I-it’s so good…” he moaned.

“If you can’t stop that baby I’m going to have to gag you,” Tiffany said at last, licking tantalizingly around his dripping tip and stroking with her hand.

“Gag me mommy! Stuff my mouth!” He cried.

Tiffany was taken aback, evidently she was helping her poor student release a lot of pent up sexual fantasies. She looked around for something to gag him with, slowly stroking with her off hand. At last she settled on her panties. She took off her skirt and then the lavender panties were wadded up and stuffed into the moaning boy’s mouth. His muffled moaning and little squeaks of pleasure made her wet as she went down hard. Deepthroating the hot and bothered Timmy until at last in a muffled clamor of shouts and moans and please, heh finally flooded her mouth with his virgin cum. Hot, sticky semen dripped slowly down her throat as she pulled his slick penis out of her and swallowed the salty mix.

“There, now I expect your full attention today Timmy, do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am!” Was his cheerful reply as she drew the soaking panties from his mouth and put them on. The wet fabric rubbed horribly against her clit and made her drip, her sweet girl-cum mixing with his saliva to make it even wetter and even worse as she tried to give her lecture. Timmy sat in class with an entranced smile on his face, barely speaking but watching every curve of her sexy body as she taught.

Part 2

After a few days of blowjobs, handjobs and even footjobs, poor Tiffany was at a loss. One day as she was stroking her student’s slippery cock with her oily feet her white socks stuffed into Timmy’s ecstatic mouth, Ms. Olsen began to troubleshoot with him.

“I’ve noticed that these little sessions of ours aren’t having much effect,” she said, running her purple toes slowly over his tip, “I mean… sure you’re getting good grades, but you just aren’t engaging like you used to,”

“Mmphh mph phmphmm,” he mumbled into her saturated socks.

“Accordingly I want to start trying a new strategy: starting tomorrow you will meet me after class and I will reward or punish you based on your engagement, the reward being an orgasm and the punishment being 45 minutes of edge play. At the end of the semester if you get above 90% on your oral participation then we can have full on sex, deal?”

“Mphh mh dlphmm,” Timmy agreed as he felt his body begin to orgasm and squirted his load all over her soft feet.

“Oh Timmy… look at the mess you’ve made! Come here, we have 10 minutes till class, be a dear and clean this up,” Ms. Olsen ordered as she spread her cummy toes.

When Timmy stayed after class the next day, Tiffany took from her desk a silk-rope and a gag.

“Come here Timmy, I told you we would begin a reward system today, well you haven’t really impressed me. Come here and take off your clothes.” She said sternly.

Ms. Olsen was wearing a tight, black dress with high heels and nylons. Her nails were painted scarlet and her lips were a dark, cherry color. She wore contacts instead of her usual glasses and was holding the pink silk in her hands. Timmy obeyed and allowed his teacher to tie him to the chair with his arms behind and his feet resting on the arms so that his entire, smooth torso was exposed. A chord of silk wrapped tightly around his virgin cock and balls, making his penis throb with excitement. A large bedava bahis gag was fitted into his mouth and Tiffany at last began his punishment. She struck his bare feet and thighs a few times with the bamboo stick and watched as his light, boyish skin turned a gentle rose. Timmy trembled with excitement as the painful pleasure began to course through him.

Tiffany smirked and after some time she softly kissed all the pink, stinging flesh until she made it to his cock, but she didn’t suck it, rather she gently caressed and kissed it, slowly licking up and down the throbbing shaft while pope Timmy sat and watched.

“You want me to take off my clothes don’t you?” She said tickling his balls, “but I won’t, so you’ll just have to use your imagination.”

She then took a finger, sucked it a little and gently stroked around the outside of his anus. Timmy quivered with strange, horny feelings as her long finger slid inside of her and slowly began to stroke his prostate as she planted slow, soft kisses and little licks all over his cock. She slowly brought the writhing boy to the edge of orgasm and then with a grin she stopped. Tickling all over his inner thighs, belly and feet with her scarlet nails. She repeated this process over and over again until her 45 minute timer went off. She then gave his aching balls a gentle pat and began to untie him. Timmy protested into his gag,

“Mmphmmhph!” He moaned at her.

“Oh don’t start, you agreed, come back with better participation tomorrow and we’ll see how things go.”

After the poor boy had dressed and left her room, Tiffany spread her feet apart on her desk and began to play with herself. Torturing her favorite student had filled her with such intense sexual energy that she had to release. After a few minutes of fingering herself she softly moaned Tommy’s name as orgasmic pleasures flushed through her body, concentrating in her erect clitoris.

The following class Timmy was extremely attentive. Taking notes and asking questions about nearly everything. Tiffany smiled as she thought about what they would do when class was over. And soon enough the bell rang and the two began their private tutoring session. Tiffany wore a red dress with flats, a choker over her neck and glasses.

Timmy and her smiled as they met in the front of the class.

“You’ve been a very good boy Timmy, and be assured I’m going to reward you!”

The two of them stripped and Tiffany tied her smiling student to his chair. She then slipped the red gag into his mouth and began to tickle his penis and inner thighs, planting light kisses all over him. His anus tingled and contracted as she slipped a finger in to pleasure him from behind, stroking the sensitive spot softly. Then the familiar lips wrapped around his tip as she slid his cock down into her throat. Powerful, electric sensations bounced from his prostate to his tip and back between the tight, wet strokes of her mouth and the vulnerable but gentle strokes of her finger. She edged him over and over again, each time building up more and more throbbing pleasure until with five minutes to spare she let the squirming boy cum in her warm throat. His ass clenched down and contracted with powerful, orgasmic pleasure around her finger as she pulled it out. Timmy and Tiffany were both loving the new system.

When midterms finally came around Timmy was called for a “special meeting” into Ms. Olsen’s office. He slowly opened the door to find her waiting for him in a purple dress, her hair and French nails recently done with heels and fishnets on her feet.

“Hello Timmy,” she seductively said, “you’ve been really good this semester… and I want to reward you with something very special.”

She slowly approached the trembling boy and kissed him on the lips. Timmy nervously reached his hand between her legs,

“It’s ok to touch me, Timmy,” she reassured him.

He felt around and quickly identified a spot that made his teacher gasp and breath heavily when he stroked it, and it wasn’t long before she was dripping wet.

“I want to repay you for all the wonderful orgasms you gave me…” he nervously but proudly announced as he knelt down in front of the desk and pulled off her panties, then putting his head between Ms. Olsen’s thighs began to lick and kiss until he found her special spot again. It was a little, sensitive knob that made her moan and squeeze his head when he touched it, like a little pleasure button that soon became the object of every kiss, lick, nibble and hickie he could give. Tiffany bit her lip and tried not to moan, but at last she couldn’t.

“What’s that? Ms. Olsen if you can’t keep quiet I’m going to have to gag you!” Timmy said teasingly.

“Hehe, gag me then!” she playfully replied.

Timmy was not unprepared, he soon produced from his backpack a gag with a long phallic extension. Tiffany gulped, but graciously opened her mouth to receive the long, rubbery shaft deep in her throat. They stripped each other and Timmy prudently allowed his teacher to gag him as well. He lay on his back along her deneme bonus desk while Tiffany straddled him and slowly lowered onto his cock. The two moaned loudly into their gags as she began to ride him. His cock slid along the length of her warm, tight pussy, stimulating all her most sensitive places in a rhythmic, heavenly motion. Timmy tickled his teacher’s erect nipples while she bounced up and down, bringing them both closer to orgasm. The sound of each other’s gagged moaning filled the scene with kinky, sexual energy until at last they broke. Tiffany screamed into her gag as heavy throbs rippled from her g-spot into the rest of her body as Timmy felt the tight, erotic contractions around his dick and came helplessly inside her. They removed their gags and kissed lovingly for a while, staying connected as long as possible while their bodies still echoed with the light, post-orgasm contractions and the lingering sexy feelings.

Epilogue

Ms. Olsen and her student passed the year in a similar manner, with lots of edging and orgasms. Tiffany would also sometimes make Timmy pleasure her by sitting on his face or simply bending over and letting him tickle her pussy and clit with his probing, boyish tongue. But at last the sad time came for Timmy’s graduation. Tiffany cried as she watched her student process down the aisle in his black cap and gown, with the red salutatorian cords that she helped him to achieve. That evening she drove home to her little studio apartment, dressed in her master’s regalia and decided to treat her tears with a bottle of wine. But just as she was about to pour herself a glass, the doorbell rang.

“Who is it now?” she angrily said.

But to her surprise she opened the door to a long, passionate kiss from none other than Timmy Coen, still wearing his graduation regalia.

“T-Timmy?!” she said in joy and confusion.

“My parents think I’m at a party with my class, but I decided I couldn’t graduate without being with you one last time!” he said as the two collapsed into each other’s arms.

An empty wine bottle later and they were cuddling in Tiffany’s bed together, softly kissing each other’s drunk faces.

“Can I tell you a secret Miss Olsen?” Timmy whispered in her ear.

“Please… I’m Tiff to you now… and yes…”

“Well… Tiff… I don’t have any clothes under this gown,” Timmy said, smirking.

“If I’m being completely honest… neither am I…” she replied playfully.

Tiff’s nipples stood erect as they shed their gowns and entered into a deep, skin to skin embrace. Then Timmy climbed on top of her and began to tease her erect clitoris with his lips and tongue, shoving his shaved cock and balls into Tiffany’s face. She had no option but to take them gladly in her mouth and gently suck on them. They sixty-nined until Tiff could hardly breathe, her clit was a burning, highly sensitive button of sex by the time she found herself putting her bare, wrinkled feet behind her ears. Timmy teased her clit a few minutes with his own burning tip until the couple could stand it no longer and Timmy thrust deep inside his old teacher. It didn’t take long for Tiffany to realize that no one was there, and no one would stop them from moaning their hearts out if they liked.

“Moan… moan baby! Moan with me!” she said ecstatically as her pussy began to pulse with deep, sexual pleasures.

So they began, shyly at first, but soon it grew until the two of them were crying and moaning each other’s names for the first time out loud. Tears welled in Tiffany’s eyes as she heard the sweet, innocent: “T-Tiff… Tiff!” from Timmy’s mouth, all the while she felt the warm, squishy thrusting along all her electrified nerves.

Suddenly he stopped and began slowly tickling her clitoris, “w-what are you doing Timmy?” Tiff said nervously, “I was really close.”

“I know,” she replied with an evil smile, “remember all those times you edged me and edged me and wouldn’t let me cum?” Timmy’s fingers stroked so lightly and quickly over her blazing nerves she could barely stand it.

“Oh FUCK! Why is this so hot? I-I’m sorry Timmy… Please let me cum… oh GOSH plehehese!”

“Hmmm… beg me,” he ordered, staring deep into her eyes as he pinched her clit.

Tiff was so close, all sorts of hormones flushed through her drunk brain as she stammered for the words. At last she laid her head back and erupted into a flurry of pitiful, sexually charged please and exclamations. Then without warning Timmy began thrusting fast and deep inside her and a shock wave of intense pleasure rippled from her throbbing brain to her spreading toes. Tiff lost her mind, screaming and moaning as her whole body shook with a consuming orgasm which gripped tight around Timmy’s thrusting cock. At last he collapsed on top of her, moaning her name and cumming his mind out onto her throbbing pussy and heavy-breathing belly. Timmy reached for the nearby light and they drifted into sweet, dreamy sleep on her bed. In the morning Timmy was nowhere to be found, but a little note on her nightstand informed Tiff that he had gone home so as to not rouse suspicion, he begged her not to be unhappy and promised that it would not be their last meeting. Tiffany walked into her kitchen naked and poured herself a large glass of water and sat down to lovingly recall the wonderful year she had.

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The next morning Martin showed up late again.

He went to the toilet and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He sighed unhappily and went to the urinal. He unzipped and dangled his penis over it. It took a long time for him to be able to pee. His hardon was interfering.

When he finally finished, he returned to his desk just in time to see Theresa arrive.

“Good morning,” she said and then took a seat.

“Morning,” he muttered distractedly.

Martin went to his desk in a state of anxiety.

He looked down into his lap and saw he was still sporting a hearty boner. He glanced up at Theresa who was reading emails on her computer monitor.

She looked really good today too! She was wearing a sweater-dress, similar to the one she’d worn yesterday, but it was blue, not beige. Martin wondered if her underwear matched the color of the dress the way it did yesterday.

As his hardon pressed against his slacks, he decided to nip this in the bud before it got out of hand.

“Theresa?” he called.

She grinned and stepped into the doorway of his office. Martin could see the outlines of her bra and panties beneath the dress and he sighed with relief.

‘At least she’s wearing her underwear today!’ he thought to himself.

“I want you to put some filing boxes together,” he said, “You’ll find them in the storeroom outside Susan’s office. Grab four of them and then start on the A’s in the cabinet right here. You’re going to place them into the boxes. After you’ve finished with the A’s, let me look it over. Then you’ll start on the B’s.”

“Sure thing boss!” she said with a happy smile.

He went to work on the new figures he received in his email. By the time she returned, he was well into having a productive morning.

Theresa leaned the ready-to-assemble boxes against the file cabinet. Over the next ten minutes, she tried several times to fold the first one properly. Martin looked up at one point to see she had messed it up horribly.

He snickered a bit but then stood and knelt on the carpeted floor with her. He went through the process with her and eventually she had folded it properly.

“Wow!” she said in frustration, “That was really hard!”

“It can be confusing,” Martin agreed.

“I’m set now,” she said.

Then he returned to his desk and went back to work.

He glanced up to see her bent over the file box as she tried to arrange the file folders in it.

She was leaning forward and concentrating on placing the folders into the box carefully. Her rump was raised slightly with her knees tucked up underneath her and her feet splayed out behind.

That was when he noticed that the panty-line under her dress was gone. The knit fabric was pulled taut against her bum showing no folds or lines beneath it at all.

He stared and swallowed nervously.

She really did have a nice ass! It was perfectly round and stuck out prominently.

He went back to looking at his work, but it was no good. He couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting toward the girl bent over in front of him.

She turned her head and grinned when she finished arranging the folders in the file box.

“You said you wanted to look this over before I went on to the B’s,” she said.

“Um, yeah,” he said and coughed uncomfortably, “Let me look!”

He went and stood over the girl and the box. As he checked to see the box was appropriately filled, he glanced toward her chest. How could he not?

Her breasts were held firmly by the knit dress but casino siteleri there was no sign of a bra underneath it.

Martin licked his lips and nodded.

“That’s good,” he said, “I’ll, um, be right back.”

He rushed toward the bathroom and closed the door behind him hurriedly. He stood with his back to the door breathing heavily.

“This girl is going to drive me crazy!” he muttered to himself.

He washed his face with cold water and concentrated on making his boner disappear. After several minutes, he thought he had himself under control at last.

He returned to his desk and saw his office was empty.

He looked toward the outer office but there was no sign of Theresa. He shrugged and walked to his desk.

That was when he saw her blue dress, a matching pair of panties and a bra stacked neatly on the desk by his phone. He stopped dead and stared at them in shock.

In something of a daze, he backed toward his chair and sat heavily. He stared at the clothing and shook his head in wonder and frustration.

Then he looked under the desk and his breath caught in his throat.

There was Theresa, naked as the day she was born, but wearing her large glasses. Her eyes reminded him of an owl’s as she stared up at him from between his thighs.

She reached for his slacks and opened his fly. Then she fished his hard penis from his underwear.

She scuttled closer to him and placed her hands on his knees. He could see her ripe boobs with their bright red nipples hanging so delicately from her small frame. If he looked carefully, and he did, he could also see her sparse pubic hair tucked between her thighs.

She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. All the while, staring up at him with her wide eyes. He could only watch as this mousey young girl slid her mouth slowly up and down his shaft.

He whimpered softly and she gave him a half-smile around his penis. It was like she was looking for his approval.

She definitely had it! He hadn’t had a blowjob in quite some time. He’d never gotten a blowjob at work!

She lovingly mouthed his cock, running her tongue up and down its length and swirling around the head. What she didn’t know in technique, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. She put her two hands around the base of his dick and took just the head into her mouth. She slowly moved her hands up and down the shaft while suckling on the head.

Martin groaned softly and she closed her eyes for a moment in enjoyment. Then she put one of her hands between her thighs and started to finger herself. Soon she was rocking back and forth on her hand while at the same time taking his penis all the way to the back of her throat. Her to-and-fro movements had Martin biting his lip.

He was going to shoot soon.

She continued to suck him and finger herself moving faster and faster as she went. Martin placed a hand on her head and leaned back in his chair. When he shot his load she clamped her lips around him and didn’t let a single drop fall to the floor.

When Martin opened his eyes again, he looked down to see Theresa with a happy smile wiping a few stray drips of semen off her lips.

She reached up from under the desk and grabbed her clothes. She giggled slightly as she struggled to wrap her blue bra around her back.

“Hey Martin!” a loud voice called.

Martin practically jumped out of his skin!

He looked up to see Susan Wield striding into his office door.

“I came to find güvenilir casino Theresa,” she said, “Is she in the washroom or something?”

“Um,” he stammered nervously, “I um, I’m not sure!”

“Oh well, no matter,” Susan said with a laugh, “I just need her to come to my office to sign the benefits plan. I forgot to get her to sign it when she started.”

“I’ll um, let her know,” Martin said with a tight throat.

“See you!” Susan said as she wheeled around and left the office.

Martin fell back into his chair with a shaky sigh.

“God, that was close!” he breathed.

Theresa looked up at him. Her deer-in the-headlights expression was back. She had her bra dangling from one hand and Martin licked his lips at the sight of her tits.

They were beautiful!

He reached down and cupped one of them in his hand. She scooched forward slightly to give him better access. With her expression still one of ambivalence, she gave herself to his touching.

He twisted her around so her back was to his lower belly. Then he reached down and pawed at both her boobs. She sighed contentedly and leaned her head back into his lap.

Theresa’s tits were a thing of wonder. Or rather, two things of wonder. They were so soft but still firm. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she cooed quietly as he ran his hands over them.

Then she crouched forward and pushed her rump back against the edge of his chair. She reached back and pulled his cock toward her. When she fed it into her snatch, Martin groaned and pushed himself forward.

He had thought that cumming into her mouth just a few minutes ago might have diminished his erection. He was wrong! It was harder than ever.

He pushed himself inside her and she made a small gasping sound. He lifted himself from his chair and got onto his knees behind her.

With all uncertainty in his mind now gone, he thrust back and forth into her hard and fast. His belly slapped against her ass again and again. He was grunting with exertion. She was gasping with joy.

Again and again, he slammed into her for all he was worth. When he came, he gripped her hips and held himself against her. His cock shot its load into her, and she ground her face into the carpet.

When he was done, he fell back against his chair in exhaustion. The chair wheeled away from him, and he almost fell backward onto the floor.

Theresa crawled toward him and steadied him against the wall. Martin just sat back breathing heavily.

She fastened his button and fly for him, then pulled her knit dress over her head and let it fall into place. She bunched her matching underwear set into her hand.

“Are you okay Martin?” she asked with concern for his heavy breathing.

He nodded wordlessly and she stood against his desk staring down at him.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

He nodded again and she bit her lip in consternation.

“I guess I’ll go see Susan,” she said uncertainly.

He nodded a third time and watched her go.

By the time he got back into his chair, all his uncertainty and doubt were back. He was just as confused about Theresa and how to handle her now as he ever was.

When she returned to her desk, he was back at work and trying to finish what he needed to do before anyone wondered what he was doing all day.

“You can start on the B’s now,” he said.

Theresa nodded and once more looked at him owlishly through her large glasses.

Martin stared at his computer monitor without seeing canlı casino it. With Theresa crouching on the floor just a few feet away, her knit dress clinging so tightly to her body and with no underwear, he couldn’t concentrate.

About a half hour passed and she let out a great sigh.

“I’ve finished the B’s,” she said shyly with her head turned slightly toward him.

“Very good,” he said and rose from his chair.

When he stepped over to inspect her work, Theresa sat on the floor looking up at him. She placed her arms around her knees, hugging them to her chest. Martin peered at the gap between her thighs on the floor. There was her pink vulva squeezed into a thin line between her legs. He couldn’t see her pussy hair. It was hidden by the soft folds of flesh.

He swallowed and licked his lips nervously.

Then he looked over the file box and nodded.

“Very good Theresa,” he said, “Maybe you should go to lunch now.”

She smiled shyly and nodded.

She rose to her feet, splaying her thighs wide as she sought to catch her balance. Martin’s mouth opened of its own accord as her auburn pubic hair flashed into view.

She looked down when she saw his eyes open wide and blushed slightly. Then she smiled and walked to her desk.

Martin admired the jiggle and sway of her curves under her dress.

Instead of going anywhere, she pulled a lunch packet from her bag and sat in her chair. Then she pulled a comic book out of her drawer and read while she ate.

Martin decided to go out for lunch. He couldn’t handle watching Theresa masturbate again. He knew she would, as soon as she got well into the story she was reading.

He nodded to her with a half-smile and walked outside.

At the café, he ate his soup without really tasting it. Again and again his mind turned to the sight and feel of her sucking his cock under his desk.

He picked up the small roll that came with his soup and squeezed it gently. Immediately, the feel of her full breasts popped into his head. He closed his eyes and sighed.

When he went back to his car, his hardon was pushing relentlessly against his zipper.

He passed by Theresa’s desk and nodded a greeting at her. She looked up with a flushed expression and gasped slightly. One of her hands was under her desk, and by the heavy-lidded look in her eyes, he could tell she was about to cum.

Martin made a soft moaning sound and sighed as he rushed to sit at his desk. He stared at the girl as she rocked back and forth in her chair. Suddenly she tensed and let out a great breath.

After her body relaxed, she calmly put her comic book back in the drawer. Then she stood and walked to his office door.

“Do you want me to continue with the files?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, “Grab more boxes if you need them. “

“Okay,” she said.

Instead of leaving to get more boxes, or even going to the file cabinet she had been working on, she crouched down beside his chair. Without saying a word, she reached for his fly and opened it. She pulled his cock out of the folds of his boxers and took the whole length into her mouth.

Martin gasped in surprise and anxiety. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep this kind of thing up. Already he had cum twice today. And with the tension rising in his testicles, he knew he was about to cum again.

She stroked his shaft expertly and took the entirety of the head between her lips. When he bucked, she held on tight and took the shot of semen into her mouth like a pro. She held on some more and took the next two spurts as well.

She swallowed the sperm and then licked his cock clean.

“I’ll get working on those files now,” she said.

Martin nodded dumbly with his head way back and his arms and legs splayed wide.

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Brenda and Linda continue their adventure, and their joint hunger for more is unstoppable. Both single, and mature ladies, they were rapidly losing their ladylike principles.

As before it would give some background if you read Parts 1 and 2 first.

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Of course next morning Linda wanted to know everything, and I was invited for coffee!

I was slightly turned on when I began to tell her all about it. The knowledge that she had experienced a same sex relationship gave it an added frisson.

“It wasn’t like with a man… I mean when I came, I can’t describe it, but it was so intense.”

“I know what you mean,” she replied, sympathetically, “I found it totally different too,” then she added, “my goodness, you’re bringing back memories.”

I looked at her, and the mutual understanding was plain. Somehow we both knew there might be a time when both of us might… well anyway, not at 10.30am on that weekday morning.

By the time I’d finished describing the gory details, I think we were both a little excited without admitting it openly. As I was thinking of getting back home Linda’s phone rang, and she said, raising her eyebrows, “It’s Rod.”

I only heard one side of the conversation, but I suspected he wanted to come round, and it was probably time for me to leave.

“I’ll go, I know you want to see him,” I said as she ended the phone call.

Her guilty look told me I was right, so after Linda’s apology I left for home. Sure enough within half an hour I saw Rod’s car arrive.

Life settled down for a couple of days before yet another ‘moment’ in my education. It happened when I least expected, and before all this reawakening I’d have simply dismissed it, and it would have passed me by.

I’d had to go into the bank to change a standing order, I could never manage to do it online. A young employee showed me how to navigate the terminal, and although he looked like many young men he seemed vaguely familiar, but then all bank staff appeared similar in their suits.

When I’d completed the change I thanked him and left to finish my shopping. Birthday cards bought, a new front door key cut, and some mundane food shopping completed, I decided to have a coffee. Sitting by the window in the coffee shop I could watch the world go by.

As I daydreamed, I happened to see the young man who’d helped me in the bank, walking by. He saw me and waved, and naturally enough I raised a hand to wave back. When he entered the coffee shop I discreetly saw him queue up, and was aware of him approaching my table.

“May I join you?” a slightly nervous voice asked.

“Of course, I’ve got to thank you again for helping me out earlier.”

“Part of the job,” he replied, “I’m Owen, by the way.”

As he sat down I noticed for the first time his broad shoulders, and slim waist. I told myself to stop it, ‘he’s young enough to be your son, almost your grandson,’ my mind told me.

“Hello Owen, I’m Brenda.”

“You look familiar, I thought I recognised you earlier.” Owen looked at me and I was noticing his blue eyes now.

‘Stop it,’ I told myself, but continued, “I must say you look familiar too, did you go to St Lukes, my son went there, but he’s much older than you?”

Owen shook his head, “No, I’ve only lived here for a couple of years. Perhaps I’ve just got one of those faces.”

He laughed, and added, “It’ll come to me in a bit.”

And then in a hot flush, it hit me. I’d seen him at Derek’s party, I’d noticed him because he looked so out of place, being so young, and being at that sort of party. I just prayed he wouldn’t remember. Whether he noticed my red face, or the stuttering in my voice, I had to hurriedly say, “I’ve got to go now.”

As I stood up, gathering my shopping bags together he suddenly said, “Derek’s party!” and then he quickly realised how awkward I must have felt.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t go, I don’t want to embarrass you.”

For some reason his apology felt really sincere, and he was just as embarrassed by it as me. I sat back down, and looking around me, I whispered, “Just don’t shout about it.”

His serious face calmed me, and he whispered back, “No one knows about me either.”

There was a moments silence before my curiosity got the better of me.

“How come?… how did you get invited?” I was still talking in a low, conspiratorial voice. We both relaxed into a conversation that could have been about anything.

“I went to one of Derek’s presentations, the bank sent me with my supervisor. His wife chatted me up, and asked me out for coffee, just like this!”

I must have gone red again because Owen chuckled, “Sorry again, I’m just saying like it was. Anyway I got invited over to dinner, I thought it was something to do with work, and what the presentation was about.”

Owen started whispering again, “You can guess the rest, you know what Rita’s like, after that I was invited to that party where you were, it was my first bonus veren siteler one.”

“It was my first too,” I whispered back.

“Will you go again?”

I felt myself getting hot again, “Yes, probably… will you?”

“If I get an invite, we may bump into each other!”

Owen was now enjoying my awkwardness, so I made to leave this time, “Hmmmmm,” I replied, “maybe, I think it’s in about a fortnight, now I really have to go. Please don’t talk about all this.”

“Of course not,” he replied, “I’d never break a confidence, I hope we can chat again… in more relaxed surroundings.”

The innuendo was clear, and my heart was racing, I’d taken a liking to this young man, and I felt guilty.

When I got back to the car, I sat for a full five minutes collecting my thoughts. I realised my pussy had responded, and I questioned why Owen had had that effect on me.

I kept Owen a secret from Linda, I didn’t want her to be going down to the bank to see who he was, I knew she would be predatory about it.

“I’ve had the invite, have you?”

I’d barely had time to read my text from Rita before Linda had phoned me.

“Yes, literally seconds ago, it’s made me go all funny.”

“God yes, my pussy started twitching!”

“Stop it,” I said, “you’re so awful.”

Inevitably she invited me over for coffee, and before I’d even arrived we’d both had another text from Rita telling us that this was a ‘themed’ party.

“So Hawaii!” Let’s hope it’s a warm night!” Linda greeted me with the news of how we were supposed to dress.

“It’s still August, but I hope he’s turned up the heating in the pool.”

Linda had forgotten about the swimming pool, and it made her realise that she wasn’t a particularly good swimmer.

“Oh god, I’m not sure I’ll go in that, the hot tub is just about manageable.”

Well, we need to wear swimming cozzies, that’s obvious, have you got anything suitable?” I asked.

We spent the next hour and a half online giggling, and discussing suitable swimsuits and bikinis.

“Us fifty somethings are gonna be pretty exposed, I’m looking for something skimpy to wear over the top, a shift, or a loose blouse and skirt.”

Eventually we both decided on bikinis that would be okay once we were in the water, and would not be too ‘lumpy’ under our dresses. Our excitement built, and we soon got to the ‘sex discussion.’

“Will you go with Derek or Rod again?” Linda asked.

“Who can tell, I guess we’ve gotta go with the flow.”

I knew in my mind that if Owen were there, and he showed an interest, I’d be ‘ on him’ like a rabbit.

“I wonder if all the same people will be there, or they’ll be any new ones,” Linda added, “he did say he only had trusted friends.”

“We’ll have to see.” I was excited by the whole prospect.

It seemed an age until the following weekend came around. This time the party had an early start at 6pm while it was still very light. Linda and I travelled without Rod, he was arriving later.

Both of us were a little self conscious, wondering what others would be wearing. We felt relieved when we saw that most of the women had followed our thought pattern. Most men were of similar ilk too, wearing bold, outrageous shirts and shorts.

“Hi you two,” it was Derek putting two glasses of fizz into our hands.

“Hello again,” Rita joined us, and I felt her hands move over my ass as she leaned in to kiss me. I noticed she did exactly the same to Linda.

All four of us exchanged pleasantries before Linda and I wandered outside. There were only a couple of guys in the pool, throwing a ball around, so we left the crowd and found ourselves exploring the garden.

“It won’t get going until later I guess,” Linda remarked, as we followed the path into an orchard area. The trees were laden with apples, and although not ripe, I reached up to twist one off the tree.

“You’ll get stomach ache!” a voice came from behind a low hedge at the side of the orchard. A tall guy, in his late twenties, stepped out, dressed in a bright, mainly yellow and green, floral shirt, and shorts just above the knee.

“Oh, and the party gets going when you want it to!”

He’d obviously heard Linda’s comment, and in quite a self assured way he approached us before handing me an apple.

“A bit like the garden of Eden,” I remarked, surprised by my repartee.

“It depends on whether you take a bite,” he came back.

I heard Linda say, “Fuck,” under her breath when I took a mouthful out of the apple.

She was watching the chemistry between us, my eyes fixed on his, his on mine.

“I wish I could say my name was Adam, but I’m called Gary, can I call you Eve?”

I giggled, “No, I’m Brenda, and this is Linda.”

“Well Brenda, I see you’re tempted by unripened fruit, it bodes well for a young man like me.”

Linda had to interrupt.

“My god, I think I ought to leave you two alone, just don’t eat too much!” and turning, she walked off back to the house.

I just let her go, bedava bahis without saying anything, my eyes were still fixed on Gary. He just smiled, and stepped forward until he was close enough to take the apple back from me.

“I’d spit it out if I were you, I meant it when I said it might upset you, I’m a doctor, I know these things.”

I must have looked surprised, as I tried, as delicately as I could, to dispose of my mouthful of sour apple.

“This is where you start asking me about your ailments,” then with hesitation he added, “although you look pretty fit to me!”

I laughed aloud, but it still didn’t slow my heart down from beating rapidly. The rate increased even more when he took my hand.

“Let’s find somewhere to chat, where there’s more headroom.”

Gary, had to stoop as he led me out of the orchard onto the lawn.

“I’ve been exploring, there’s a bench around the corner here.”

I felt really guilty when he led me to the very bench where I’d sat with Rod before we’d had sex. This time it was Gary checking out if it was clean to sit on.

“Now tell me about you, not your ailments, but about you and how you came to be here.”

I related how I’d met Derek at one of his presentations, and that I’d been to one party before.

“So you’re quite new to this lifestyle, dare I say it, you’ve come to it later in life.”

“Bloody cheek,” I couldn’t help teasing him with my feigned reaction of being hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he grabbed my arm gently, “I didn’t mean to be rude.”

When I chuckled he knew I was joking, and playfully squeezed my hand. I leaned towards him and kissed his cheek. I was surprised at my own boldness, and he took it for encouragement.

“May I kiss you properly?” he asked.

I said nothing, but offered my mouth to him. He touched my lips with his, briefly, pulling back a few inches before looking into my eyes, seeking greater permission. We kissed softly at first, each sucking on the other’s lower lip, before our mouths met properly, and I felt his tongue tentatively seeking mine.

Something was happening, Gary wasn’t rushing, he was waiting for me to acquiesce and give him a signal. I didn’t want to seem ‘easy,’ so I let the kissing continue until he pulled away and just said, “Wow, Brenda.”

I looked at him, and I knew he wanted to suggest going further, but it was still early evening, and the party had hardly got started.

“Shall we go inside, see how your friend is getting on?”

I didn’t want to appear to disagree, I would have jumped him there and then, but I knew the party would go on, and I also knew he wouldn’t want to lose me to anyone else.

As it happened when we got in view of the pool there was Linda splashing away in the shallow end with another guy and a much younger couple. I wondered what she’d do about her soaking wet hair when she got out. She didn’t notice me and Gary, so we passed by, and went indoors to get another drink.

“Ha! I wondered if you two might get together.” It was Derek, and smiling broadly he went on, “The doctor wasn’t at our last party, I’m glad you two have met. Tell me Gary, is your brother coming tonight?”

“He said he would be here, he enjoyed his last visit, and speak of the devil, here he is.”

All three of us turned to see him approaching across the room. I think my heart actually stopped.

“Hi Owen,” Derek said, “let me introduce you to Brenda.”

Owen chuckled, “I think we’ve already met!”

Gary interrupted immediately, “Owen, you’ve been keeping secrets from me.” He seemed slightly put out.

I had to say something, “Owen works at my bank, he helped me out with a standing order.”

“Small world,” Derek winked at me, “Now I’ll leave you two boys to fight over the delicious Brenda.”

As he left I must have looked embarrassed, and both Gary and Owen tried to put me at ease.

“These parties are crazy aren’t they, you never know who’ll you meet.”

“Hmmmm,” I replied, “I hope I don’t meet any of my neighbours.”

Owen went off to get us all fresh drinks, and Gary whispered to me, “I hope we can still be alone later?” I felt his hand slide around my waist, and surreptitiously squeeze my backside on the way.

“I’m sure we can,” I whispered back, as Owen returned, and was followed closely by a bedraggled Linda.

“God you’ve got two men, or should I say boys!” Linda didn’t look her best, wearing her slightly damp shift, which I suspected covered nothing underneath.

Both men laughed, and Gary said, “I’d better introduce you to Owen.”

After the introduction Owen jumped straight in, “I’m good at drying hair, given a good towel.”

Linda’s eyes lit up, “You’re a fast worker, what are you suggesting?”

Gary leaned over and whispered in my ear, “My younger brother has a massive appetite for older ladies!”

I watched as it unfolded. “Follow me,” was Owen’s reply, and meek as a lamb, Linda followed him out of the lounge.

“Well, well, well,” was all I could say, a bit flabbergasted, deneme bonus as I heard Gary say, “Shall we find somewhere too?”

I was pleased, and I just nodded. I knew I didn’t want to wait any longer.

I followed him up the stairs and saw Linda disappearing through a bedroom door. Gary opened the next one along the corridor, and quickly turned to face me.

“Are you ok with this?” he asked quietly, before I raised my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. He needed no answer as we kissed, a long sensuous kiss, that went on while our bodies seemed to meld together.

I felt him hardening, and rubbed myself against him. He responded by cupping one of my breasts with his hand. Somehow he squeezed my nipple between his thumb and finger causing me to break from his lips and sigh.

“Undress me,” I said, I wanted to be naked and to feel him properly.

He grabbed the fabric below my waist and lifted the shift over my head, revealing my bikini beneath. I was already pulling at the buttons on his shirt, while he unfastened my bikini top behind my back. As it fell away he undid the rest of his shirt and pushed his bare chest against my breasts.

Both of us were breathing quickly, as we fumbled to get completely naked. I pulled my bikini bottoms over my hips and let them drop down my legs. Gary unbuckled his belt, tugging his shorts down showing he wore nothing underneath. It meant that his cock was immediately in a state of maximum arousal. I couldn’t ignore it, and stepping closer I took it gently in my fingers.

His sigh said everything, he wanted me too. He took my shoulders and guided me backwards towards the bed. I willingly lay back, hitching myself further up the mattress as he lowered himself down above me. My thighs parted and our naked bodies seemed to envelope each other.

“Brenda, I want you so much,” he whispered.

I could feel the heat from his body and I wanted him inside me.

“Fuck me then,” I replied, expecting to feel his cock seeking my pussy, but no, he lifted himself away from me, up onto his knees between my thighs and he took his rigid cock in his hand so he could run the head between my pussy lips, and lubricate it.

“Don’t tease, please, I want you inside me,” I was pulling a face.

He just smiled, and I could tell that that was exactly what he was going to do, tease me.

He ran the head of his cock back and forth in my juices, causing me to whimper. Then after several seconds he began rubbing it around and over my clit. It was already standing out, and very sensitive, and it made me moan out loud.

“Oh fuck, stop teasing… fuck me please!”

But still he continued, looking down at me, watching my face plead with him.

My arms couldn’t reach him as he knelt there, but his knees were under my open thighs, so I dug my fingernails hard into his flesh.

He yelped slightly, and forgetting about his cock he grabbed my wrists, bringing them up and forcing them down into the pillow on either side of my head. He was above me now, and I was totally under his control, except that he’d run out of self control. He plunged his cock straight into me.

“OHHHHHH FUCK!” was all I said. I was so wet his cock filled me completely. He released my wrists, and his whole body moved against me. My gasp was short lived as he kissed me, and he just held himself still inside me.

‘At last,” was his reply, and he adjusted his body to take his weight on his elbows. I looked into his eyes briefly, before he began to thrust slowly. The pleasurable feeling it gave me made me close my eyes and gasp out loud again.

Then time seemed to stand still, nothing in the world mattered any more apart from Gary fucking me. His body seemed so fluid, his hips flexing just the right amount to slowly arouse me even more. I could hear myself breathing faster, my breaths accompanied by quiet murmurs, which became louder groans. I could feel Gary’s breath against my neck, but I kept my eyes closed.

Inside me the pleasure built, and all I wanted was for it to go on and on, but of course it didn’t. Suddenly my whole body seemed to glow white hot. I cried out, “Oh God!” several times probably, I had no idea, and then I came. My hips that had been keeping rhythm with Gary’s thrusting, bucked upwards, lifting us both off the bed. I could feel my thigh muscles shivering, and my fingernails were digging into Gary’s muscular back.

“FUCKKKKK,” I heard myself crying out, and at that moment Gary grunted and started to cum inside me. I felt his cock jerk, he held himself against me hard, his breathing coming in short breaths, and the warm feeling of semen ejaculating inside me brought that extra pleasure of knowing we were both satisfied.

“Hold me, don’t move, keep it there,” I whispered to him.

He did just that, his body heavy on top of me, but it gave me a sense of completion. When his cock finally slipped from me, he rolled aside, and with his arm under my neck, he said, “Oh my goodness, that was something else.”

I leaned over to kiss him, his forehead had a thin layer of perspiration, and he was smiling. Next door we heard an excited cry from Linda.

“It sounds like Linda and Owen have enjoyed themselves too.”

Lifting myself up, I saw our clothes scattered over the floor.

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He moved in the first week of October, his long smooth silvery car taking up its new residence in our driveway.

I hadn’t actually met him yet, so one cool afternoon I knocked on the door of his first floor apartment to introduce myself. It seems very odd to live in a three-apartment house with two other people and not know them at all, so I try to be a friendly neighbor.

The door swung open and a tall, slender, but obviously spry and muscled older man stood blinking at me. He had a kind face, a face that had lived through its years with dignity, handsomely aged. Blue eyes. Silvery-white short hair, green baseball cap.

I stared back up at him for a moment, not having expected such a man, before realizing that I ought to say something instead of standing there like an idiot.

I smiled and extended my hand, “Hi, I’m Violet- I live on the third floor. I just wanted to say hello and welcome…”

“I’m Chip. Chip Williams.” Friendly. His hand clasped mine; it felt big and comforting.

I didn’t want to leave, but I couldn’t very well stand in his doorway forever, so I said,”Well, Chip, it’s lovely to meet you- and if you ever need anything, just come on up.” We smiled again, I walked up the stairs and heard him close the door, lock it.

I didn’t think about Chip too much over the next week or so, but since I have a spy inside of me and frequently stare out my back window to the driveway below, I began watching Chip on his comings and goings.

Always a baseball cap. Tall, so sure of himself. Quiet, but with a hidden strength that made me feel like he had a submerged, radiating sexual heat- would be the most excellent kind of lover.

Shocked at my feelings for this man- his sixty-five or so to my twenty-four- I almost checked them, but decided to let them run free.

One morning I got in the shower as usual, and began to think of Chip as I slowly soaped my body. I’ve never been one to pleasure myself in the shower because until now, it has never turned me on.

But I was turned on today…

As I rinsed the soap from my C-cup breasts (each one a heaping handful), I sensuously rubbed my hands over my pale, white globes and moved them down my body, swirling water into my cavern and fondled back up to my light pink nipples- a few tiny tweaks to make them hard.

As my right hand slithered back down between my red bush to stroke my clit, I began to feel so intensely horny thinking about pushing my way into Chip’s apartment and seducing him, that I began to search eagerly in the shower for something to insert in my ass. Pleasure at both ends.

The only thing I could find was the end of my Venus razor.

I released the razor attachment, and soapily fondled the bulbous end of the instrument as well as my asshole. With one hot, deft movement the wide, rounded head was inside me and I was in heaven. All I needed now was aural accompaniment- which I provided for myself, as I didn’t see any angel choirs…

Moaning brokenly, roughly rubbing my clit and joggling the handle in my anus, I came bonus veren siteler in a hard, howling crescendo after a few minutes. A breathless, sweating, swelling, panting rush of an orgasm. Leaning hard against the shower wall, my knees felt weak- I had never cum like that before.

Chip obviously does something to me, and oh how I wish he really would, but the fact of the matter is I’m going to have to be the one to do the doing.

Over the last several weeks amid the sporadic “hello’s” and “how are you’s?”, Chip has been kindly taking my trash can in for me. Whether he doesn’t actually believe I’ll do it myself, or he just honestly wants to be kind, I’m not sure. But this gives me the perfect excuse.

He and I have been the only two tenants in the house for the last month, so there’s essentially no one else to worry about.

On a weekday morning, about 10 a.m., I head downstairs to thank Chip for taking my trash can in. When he opens the door, I pull out my best Holly Golightly impression and somehow manage to charm him into not only letting me inside, but serving me tea and sitting next to him on the couch, chatting.

Chip reaches for a small carton on the coffee table, next to the sugar pot. “Do you take cream in your tea?”

“Up to the brim.”

Unblinkingly, I gaze at him as he pours the rich, white cream into my tea, the liquids mixing together deliciously.

Just being near him is making my entire body tingle. I love looking at his face, and his body. He has that boyish look and it really makes me hot. I wonder what his penis looks like, although I can truly imagine (and have been over the last few weeks), and my panties stick to me as I realize that perhaps he heard my cries of pleasure from the shower.

I cup my mug and peer at him over the rim. He stops talking and looks slightly uncomfortable.

I place the mug gingerly on his coffee table and decide it’s now or never.

Mustering everything within, and feeling my nipples press through my bra into my sweater, I quickly bridge the small gap between us and straddle his lap, facing him.

“Violet…what…are you doing?” He asks breathlessly, looking up into my face with alarm and nervousness. He grabs my arms, as if to physically keep distance between our bodies.

“Something I’ve been longing to do since the first day I saw you…” I whisper.

Even though Chip is still clutching my upper arms, I touch my hands to either side of his face and move closer to him.

Softly stroking his cheekbones, moving up to his eyebrows, and then his hair, I lean in, hands lightly holding his cheeks. I touch my lips to his and feel the fire that spreads from my passion to fuel his own. No longer gentle, the kisses are long and unbroken- hungry and wet.

He finally breaks, and as we pant, his blue eyes pierce my own green eyes and he asks haltingly, “Why? Why are you doing this? We don’t even know each other.”

I quietly kiss each of his eyelids, the tip of his nose, down the side of his face to his neck bedava bahis and then softly, again, his lips. “Because I’ve never met anyone I wanted more…”

Staring at me with burning intensity, his hands suddenly grab my ass and pull my body roughly towards him, closing the small space between our torsos.

Bodies mashed together, I kiss him and sensuously rub my breasts against his chest. Chip slowly unbuttons my crimson cardigan sweater and throws it on the couch before languidly pulling my lacy camisole away from my heaving breasts.

Releasing them from my bra, he immediately pulls me close; tiny flicks of his tongue on my burning neck is all I feel before he arches me backwards away from his body, supporting me with one hand on my back as the other slowly explores my left breast.

His tongue continues its wet way across my collarbone and down into the cleft of my breasts. I stretch my naked upper body back up close to him, lower his mouth to my firey nipples, cooing between excited breaths of passion.

Moving in fast whorls around my aureolas, his tongue begins to ravage my peaks in a swift suction, left then right, before staring up at me once more.

In one swift movement Chip’s arms circle my waist and he lifts me up, my legs bend around him and our molten crotches transfer heat back and forth as he wends his way into the bedroom and lays me at the edge of the bed.

“Now we must do something about those pants, naughty daughter,” he says with a twinkle in his eye.

“You can only have my pants if I can have every single part of you right now, daddy…”

He was instantly on top of me, teasing laughter trapped in our stomachs, his erection trapped in his pants, pressing into me, breathing his sweet breath into my face. “As you wish, dear one.”

And with that he sprang up again, yanked off the rest of my own clothing, and began disrobing himself. When he was nude, my breath caught in my chest as he climbed onto the bed and I finally laid my eyes on the most beautiful cock I’ve ever imagined. Medium length, thick (but not too thick), perfect peach mushroom head, downy softness, and heavy swinging balls.

“Oh Chip, I’ve been wanting to touch you for so long…” I tentatively reached out my hand midway to him and stopped.

He took my hand and guided it to his turgid penis, and I began to stroke it up and down with small sighs and long strokes, delighting in slicking up his shaft with pre-cum.

His eyes began to glaze over, and then he broke out of his reverie. “Stop,” He whispered. “I don’t want to lose it yet.”

Laying me back against the pillows, he sidled his body next to mine. Sharing breath, lips pressing against one another; the sweet, milky kisses of a fantasy.

I could feel my wetness squishing silkily between my legs and I wondered what he would do next, as he seemed to have hijacked my seduction. Not that I was complaining.

Looking down at me from where he rested on his right elbow, he rubbed his glorious cock against my bare leg; his left hand deneme bonus lazily traced my breasts, outlined my nipples before reaching up and twirled his finger into one of my strawberry-blonde curls. “It would be a waste to cum before I got to experience that magical puss of yours.”

“And how do you know it’s magical?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, a slight smile on my lips.

“Because,” he said, smoothly running his hand between my breasts, gliding down my body and tucking his fingers into my steaming pussy. I gasped at his sudden intimate touch.

“Because it’s attached to you, and you, my sweetest darling, are a magical, naughty nymph.”

Inhaling sharply as two of his long fingers sinuously swept inside my honey hole, I panted “More like nympho…”

“I’m fine with either one,” his eyes were twinkling, the large pad of his thumb grazing my clit quickly. “So let’s have a look at my nymph’s lovely petals, shall we?”

Before I knew what was happening, Chip had scooted down the bed and opened my legs wide; I heard him gasp. “What?” I was alarmed. Maybe he didn’t like my red bush, which I had trimmed down and shaped into a heart.

“Two lovely surprises…” he breathed. “A topiary bush and the tiniest clit I’ve ever seen.” I was relieved.

I felt his face get close to my wetness, his fingers keeping my lips open, and then the wide flat of his tongue run from just underneath my love hole, quickly curling in to taste my juice, and then continuing on upwards over my clit to briefly lodge itself in the space between the hood of my clit and my labia: the top, center.

I moaned loudly and held his head as his tongue undulated in my dripping cavern. I had felt every pore, every coarse tingly nub on his tongue flick over my hot wet button.

As I lay there panting, Chip’s face was suddenly by mine again. He tilted my own face to him and kissed me tenderly. “The universe folded you into the most beautiful piece of origami I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.

Rising above me, he centered his cock over my waiting snatch and began to rub his big tip over my tiny clit, sending me into passionate agony.

Then, looking very deeply into my eyes, he swooped his cock down to my steaming, drooling hole and edged the head in very slowly and smoothly until we were balls to ass deep, and loving every sensation.

In a steady rhythm, he thrust and I received. Our bodies melted together- feeling every small nuance of passion, the fire of the universe was using us as pieces of glass, blowing, stretching us into the complete fusion of one soul.

Chip reached down and began to rub my clit for me, so we could explode together- I could tell he was close. I read it in his eyes and the shape of his eyebrows that it was time, and we both came violently, trembling, small exhalations of air mixed with heaving groans of passion.

Cascading feelings and liquids; out of my body, running down and coating every crevice of my ass before pooling on the bed underneath us.

He was still a little bit hard inside me, and melded together, we turned sideways, facing one another.

I could see some tears welling up in his eyes as he gazed at me tenderly. Cupping my face in his hands, he kissed me gently and cradled my head into his neck. “Thank you. Thank you so much…” he whispered.

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Dave caught up with his friends’ go-carts when they slowed down after finishing the race, and prepared himself.

“Getting rusty, there,” was Will’s first jibe.

Carl opened with, “Coming in third isn’t bad.”

“Except when there’s only three,” Will finished.

Dave grinned and shook his head. “Ha ha. Excuse me for getting a real job and not spending all my weekends here, like you two losers.”

“Losers? Weren’t you paying attention? We won,” Carl taunted.

“Speaking of paying,” Will said. “You’ll be paying for lunch, I believe.”

Dave pulled off his helmet. “You see, that’s where I win. If I’d beaten you idiots, I’d be eating lunch off the dollar menu at McDonalds. At least this way, I get a decent meal.”

“Yeah, yeah, moneybags,” Carl teased.

The three had fallen into the easy comradery almost instantly, despite not having seen each other in five years. They continued to joke and taunt each other as they returned the go-carts, and all the way to the diner Will and Carl had chosen for their victory meal. Having just finalized a bitter divorce, it was exactly what Dave needed to lift his spirits.

He knew why they had chosen the diner and not Red Lobster the moment they walked into the place. All the servers were hot young girls. Hardly one to argue with that choice, he enjoyed the scenery while they ate and caught up.

Their server was a strawberry blonde with big tits, and she brushed up against him more than once during her frequent stops at their table. She was flirting for tips, but she was also giving great service, so it was going to work on him.

“Anything else I can do for you?” she asked on her next stop.

“Thanks, but I think we’re good,” Dave said. “You can bring the check.”

“Back in a jiff,” she answered before strutting back to the counter.

“There’s something she can do for me. Damn,” Will muttered. “You know, I hate you sometimes, Dave. Bet you could be in her pants in three seconds if you wanted.”

Dave shrugged, put on an exaggerated expression of confidence, and said, “What can I say?”

“Asshole,” Will chuckled.

Then Carl asked, “Do you know who that is?”

Dave and Will both shook their heads.

“That’s Amy Farber’s daughter, Caitlin,” Carl explained.

In an instant, the nagging sense of recognition that had struck Dave the moment she walked over to the table made sense.

“Oh, shit,” Will said. “Amy Farber. You banged her and her mom.”

It was the incident that had forever cemented Dave’s reputation as the biggest player in town, all those years ago. He had dated Amy for a couple of months, and they’d gotten into an argument over something he couldn’t remember, resulting in her breaking up with him. That night, he’d happened upon her hot mom exiting a bar, and one thing had led to another.

Amy had shown up at his place to apologize just as her mother was leaving with an unmistakable, freshly-fucked look about her.

Carl said, “Just turned eighteen five days ago.”

Dave said, “Damn, Carl. Keeping track, are you?”

They all chuckled briefly, but stifled it and tried to look natural because Caitlin was returning to the table. She handed over the check, and Dave wrote down a thirty-five percent tip before handing it back, along with his credit card. Caitlin’s eyes — and her smile — both widened when she took the check back to the counter.

“Give her your number?” Will asked.

“As if I need the drama of an eighteen-year-old,” Dave answered. “Got enough of that from my ex-wife.”

“What drama?” Carl asked suggestively. “You’re only in town for the weekend. A day of drama for a piece of that sounds like a good deal.”

They all laughed, and Dave couldn’t resist a good look at her swaying ass when she left the table after returning his card, but messing around with a barely legal teenager was not in his game plan for the weekend. Heading back to Carl’s house for a couple of beers was.

****

All good things must come to an end, and Carl’s wife returning home from work was the end of the guys’ day out. They had all known that in advance, so they were prepared. Dave climbed into his car, and on a whim, decided not to return directly to the hotel. Instead, he took a drive down main street.

Taking in the sights was both nostalgic, and a little sad. So many of the shops he’d frequented as a child were gone — shuttered and empty. Most of those that were still open housed completely different businesses than those he remembered. Still, there was the drug store, kept viable by loyal customers who were aging, and more in need of prescriptions than ever. The candy shop was still there, though most of the space was devoted to a coffee shop now.

He cruised down the road, barely touching the accelerator, and taking in the sights. The speed limit was twenty-nine. Not twenty-five or thirty, but twenty-nine. It was an idiosyncrasy from the fifties that had somehow never changed. Idling along was bonus veren siteler the only way to stay under the speed limit, and even that didn’t work on the slight downgrade that started at the abandoned building that once housed the Silver Dollar Saloon.

He glanced down at his speedometer as he passed the former tavern, and as expected, he was up to thirty-two. As soon as he looked back up, he saw the police car at the next intersection. Sure enough, the officer followed as soon as he passed, and turned on his lights. Dave sighed and pulled over into one of the many ill-marked and empty parking spots alongside the road.

“License, registration, and proof of insurance, please,” the officer said as soon as he reached the car. Dave handed them over, and the officer asked, “Mr. Peterson, do you know why I pulled you over this evening?”

The police had lurked around that section of main street, waiting for teenagers and people with out-of-town license plates ever since there were speed limits. It was a joke for three towns over, and had been for years. Wisely, Dave didn’t admit guilt, and instead said, “No, Sir.”

“Clocked you at thirty-three in a twenty-nine zone.”

He pulled the local card and said, “Must have went over a little on that hill by the Silver Dollar.”

“Mr. Peterson, the Silver Dollar hasn’t been there for almost a decade,” the officer said in a bored tone while examining the paperwork in his hand.

“I haven’t been home in quite a while. It was still there when I lived here. Born and raised.”

The officer grunted and said, “Yes, my wife mentioned that. Perhaps you remember her. Amy Farber.”

Oh, fuck me, Dave thought. He tried to keep his tone light and said, “Yes, I remember her. Is she doing well?”

“Oh, she’s doing quite well, Mr. Peterson. Mr. Peterson, have you been drinking this evening?”

Dave weighed his options, and opted for the truth. “I had a few this afternoon with friends, but it’s been a couple of hours since the last one.”

“I’m going to need you to step out of the car and take a breathalyzer test.”

Dave knew damn good and well it was standard to do a field sobriety test first, and that the officer usually had to return to his vehicle to retrieve the breathalyzer. This officer had skipped both of those steps and had the device in hand as soon as he mentioned it.

Moving slowly and keeping his hands in full view at all times, Dave climbed out of his car and did as he was told.

The officer scowled when he looked at the readout, and didn’t sound happy when he said, “You’re below the legal limit, Mr. Peterson. Please return to your vehicle.”

Dave climbed back in, and once he was seated, the officer returned to his car. He took his sweet time, but finally returned. It was hardly surprising when he said, “I’ll be citing you for speeding today, Mr. Peterson. Please take care to observe the posted speed limits in the future.”

Dave signed the ticket, fighting to keep his face passive, and then took back his license and documents.

“Drive carefully, and have a pleasant evening, Mr. Peterson,” the officer said as he returned to his vehicle.

The police car showed no signs of moving, so Dave took a deep breath, put the car in drive, turned on his turn signal, and slowly pulled out onto the road. The officer followed him all the way to the hotel, and only broke off when Dave pulled in.

Prick, he thought as the officer passed by the driveway of the hotel. Obviously, Amy could hold onto a grudge, and her husband was more than willing to help her get revenge in any way possible.

Though he tried to shake it off, he was still irritated after he changed clothes and returned to his car. The county fair was on, and he wasn’t going to change his plans because of a psycho ex-girlfriend and her badge-wearing prick of a husband.

He did, however, make sure he followed all the rules of the road to the letter on his way to the county fairground.

Walking through the grass of the parking area toward the rides and stands helped chase away the darkness of his mood. It had been years since he’d been to any kind of fair. His ex-wife had wanted nothing to do with them. Visions of corn dogs and elephant ears pulled him along, and he didn’t waste time finding stands that sold both.

It was a strange couple of hours, to say the least. People would approach him, and it would only dawn on him who they were once he’d been in conversation with them for a few minutes. It had been so long. Time had both dulled his memory, and changed everyone’s appearance.

The crowd thinned of people who were old enough to remember him as the evening wore on. Teenagers soon dominated the remaining crowd. He was thinking about returning to the hotel when the sight of a homemade ice-cream stand diverted him. That was another treat he hadn’t indulged in for years. It was too hard to resist.

A group of girls — all dressed to attract attention — were bedava bahis ahead of him. Once they had their ice-cream, they turned, and he recognized Caitlin from the diner. Her eyes lit up and she broke into a wide smile.

“Go ahead, I’ll catch up,” she said to her friends.

The girls didn’t even remotely try to hide their appraising glances as they moved away from the stand.

“Get your ice-cream,” Caitlin said, still smiling brightly.

Wary after having a run-in with Amy’s husband, he nodded and ordered a double-scoop bowl, wondering what she was up to. Once he’d placed his order, she spoke up.

“I just want to thank you for that tip. That was so nice,” she said.

“I’ve waited tables before. I know it’s hard work and terrible pay. When I get good service, I try to brighten up the day.”

She said, “Well, you certainly brightened mine.”

Are her friends hiding somewhere with their phones, waiting to post video of her embarrassing me online? Are her parents somewhere nearby watching? he wondered. There was no doubt she was flirting, but the question was why.

Still, it was hard to ignore her tight, fitted t-shirt, which stretched with the most eye-catching wrinkles between her large breasts. The jeans she wore may as well have been painted on, leaving little to the imagination there. His own jeans grew a little tighter as well.

“Happy to do it,” he said as he accepted his ice cream.

“It’s Caitlin, if you didn’t catch the name tag.”

“Dave,” he responded.

She made a little surprised sound, and lifted her ice cream cone. He nearly groaned despite himself at the sight of her tongue tip lapping a drip of melted cream on the cone, and then continuing upward. Her tongue broadened over the scoop, and she moaned after she swallowed. He could almost feel her tongue sliding up his shaft, and then swirling over the head.

“This is so good,” she said in a voice dripping with sensuality. “I’ll leave you to yours. I work the lunch shift at the diner most days. Come by any time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Okay. Bye,” she said, and then left to catch up to her friends.

Don’t do it, he told himself. But, he did. He turned to watch her walk away with her gorgeous, heart-shaped ass swaying. He looked for only a second, but the moment he lifted his eyes from the vision, she glanced back over her shoulder, caught his gaze, and gave her ice cream cone another lick.

Old instincts kicked in, and he smiled back at her, giving a brief nod before sitting down with his ice cream. He was nowhere near as confident as he looked. It had been many years since his player days.

The encounter had him hard enough to feel as if he was going to bust through his zipper, though.

****

His friends had been the ones to suggest returning to the diner for lunch again. He was of two minds about it, but didn’t argue. Caitlin had caught them when they were barely inside the door, and made sure to point them toward a table in her section. She picked up right where she’d left off with her flirting.

“Here, let me get you a refill on that,” she said on one pass by the table, upon seeing Dave’s glass was empty. She bent down, reached in front of him, and let her breasts brush against his shoulder in the process.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Carl whispered, “Damn, she’s shoving those tits all in your face.”

“Like mother, like daughter,” Will said, and winked.

“And grandmother,” Carl added.

Dave gave a dismissive wave and said, “She’s just aiming for another big tip.”

“Tip of your dick,” Carl said in a rush as she returned to the table with the refill.

Caitlin sat down his drink and said, “Just give me a wave if you want anything else.”

That resulted in inevitable comments from his friends about what they wanted, as soon as she left the table. Eventually, they got back on track, planning how they were going to spend the rest of his last day in town. His friends’ wives had given them special permission to stay out late for the occasion, though they both lamented it was going to cost them somehow.

Once their plans were settled, Dave took care of the bill. He ended up giving her an even larger tip than the day before, and she rewarded him with one of her brilliant smiles. Her flirting was a nice ego boost after the nightmare of his divorce, even if it wasn’t going anywhere.

They hit the demolition derby at the fair, in which Carl’s brother took third place, and then it was off to the bar. Time seemed to fly by, and Dave had a fantastic buzz going when the clock struck eleven, and his friends’ phones lit up with reminders from their wives.

A big tip in advance convinced the cab driver to drop them all off in turn, and Dave’s hotel was the first stop. He waved goodbye as the cab pulled away, and decided that he needed to get back into town more often. He still had a ton of vacation time saved up — despite the amount he’d used on the deneme bonus divorce proceedings.

A car door opened as he was turning to walk back to his room, and he did a double-take when he saw Caitlin climb out of the car.

“Hey,” she said as she approached.

“Hello,” he responded.

She grinned as she strutted toward him. “So, I overheard you say you’d be coming back here at eleven, and that it was your last night in town. I thought I’d give you a chance to invite me in.”

Caught completely off guard, he froze, staring at her standing in front of him. She was still smiling, and standing with her hip cocked to the side, looking incredibly sexy. Once the initial shock wore off, he glanced to the left and right, half expecting to see her father aiming a taser at him.

“It’s okay. I’m eighteen,” she said, drawing his attention back to her. She was holding up her driver’s license. “See.”

He looked, and sure enough, Carl was right. She was eighteen by a whole six days. Dave looked over the license at her and said, “Are you serious?”

“Oh, so serious,” she said as she slipped her license back in her purse. She then stepped even closer, ran a soft finger up his arm and asked, “So, are you going to invite me in?”

No, that’s insane, the voice of reason screamed in his head. He wasn’t listening. Between the booze and the sexy little minx throwing herself at him, it was a foregone conclusion.

“I’d be crazy not to,” he answered.

“Then let’s go. I’m so fucking hot right now.”

Dave nodded toward his room, and she fell in step with him. The cab had dropped him off right in front of the room, so it took only a second to get there. Then it was another second to open the door. Then another to step inside. She tossed her purse on a chair, and she was on him before he fully closed the door.

Caitlin kissed him hard, holding her body against his, and started working on the tail of his shirt from the back. He grabbed a double handful of her tight little butt, and returned the kiss with equal fervor, their tongues dancing over each other. Her hands slid up his bare back once she extradited his shirt from his pants, and then began to push higher. She pulled away from his lips just long enough to rip his shirt off, tugging rather uncomfortably on the tip of his nose and his ears in the process.

She crushed her lips back to his, and he quickly found the zipper on her skirt. As soon as the tab reached the bottom, he hooked his fingers beneath her panties, pushing them and the skirt down her legs. The skirt dropped to the floor, while her panties stretched between her thighs. Her hands roamed over his back, and he grabbed a handful of her bare ass. With the other, he worked on shoving her panties down.

Caitlin pulled her legs together, letting him push her panties past her knees. She then pulled away, offered a sweet, sultry smile, and lifted her top. Her heavy, braless breasts tumbled free. They were bigger than her mother’s, though not quite as big as her grandmother’s, and every bit as incredible as Amy’s had been at that age. She shared the family trait of small, pink nipples and areolas only a little darker than the surrounding skin. Only a thin, sparse strip of hair adorned her mound.

A stretch and a shimmy caused her panties to slip down to her ankles, and she moved back in. This time, she didn’t press her body against him when their lips met, allowing her to reach for his belt. He took advantage of that to squeeze her left breast and rub the stiff nipple with his palm.

She made short work of his belt, button, and zipper. Once the fly of his pants parted, he released her breast to push them down off his butt. Her hand slipped into his boxers, and she gasped when her fingers curled around his hard cock. She squeezed it once, and then they parted simultaneously. He stepped on the heels of his shoes to remove them while she lifted and twisted her legs to free her ankles from her panties. She then helped him push his pants and underwear the rest of the way down, and he jerked his feet out of them.

They came together in another hungry kiss. Clad in only his socks, and she in her heels, he edged her backwards toward the bed. He guided her to sit, but she had other ideas. She turned around, planted her hands on the mattress, and pushed her taut butt against his cock. Her hair whipped over her shoulder when she looked back at him and said, “Fuck me.”

Dave settled his left hand on her smooth hip, and she dropped down to her elbows. Between the posture and her heels, her ass looked incredible. He took aim and wriggled the head of his cock between her nether lips.

“Damn, you’re wet,” he remarked as his tip pressed against the entrance of her canal.

“So wet,” she said. “Give it to me. Please. Give it to…”

Her words vanished into a sharp gasp when his cock popped inside her. She was so hot, wet, and velvety smooth inside that a growl arose in his throat. He sank into her about half his length, and then her walls closed even tighter around him.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered when he held himself inside her for a moment. She drew air into her lungs with a deep gasp as he pulled back, and then cried out, “Yes,” when he pushed back inside her.

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I was running late to my meeting with my English professor. He had told me he’d really liked my last short story- which happened to be about my first time- and wanted to discuss it further with me. The assignment had been to write about something personal and something sexual, a confession of sorts. And so, I wrote about my first time with George, the kid who lived next door. As can be expected, it left much to be desired. I had fooled around since then, but had never been as fulfilled as some of my friends had claimed to be.

I was running late, which was not unusual for me, because I couldn’t decide on what to wear. See, I had a bit of a crush on him. He was in his late 30s and had gorgeous brown hair and green eyes that you could get lost in. He was divorced, and it was a popular rumor his wife had cheated on him. Since then, he’d been single. Of course, we students didn’t know the ins and outs of his personal life, but we all assumed it had been a long time since he’d been laid judging from the harsh grades we constantly received.

When I finally arrived, he was standing impatiently behind the podium, leaning into it in a non-intentionally seductive way. I couldn’t help but think he looked adorable. He, however, was not as pleased with me.

“You are fifteen minutes late.”

“I know. I’m really sorry Prof-“

“Let’s begin. I have somewhere else in about twenty minutes. I wanted to tell you that I was really impressed by your paper. However, I think that you have some work to do to improve your overall performance.”

At this point, I was ready to turn back around and go back to sleep. He had given me an “A” on the assignment. What more did I possibly have to do?

“Tell me about this George. Do you still see him?”

This question really caught me off guard. I was expecting him to lecture me on the importance of prepositions or word choice. Here he was asking me about my goofy and disastrous first time.

“Um. I guess I see him sometimes when I go home on break but we rarely talk. It was awkward after…”

I bit my lip. George was not a favorite topic of mine and it was utterly mine blowing and disturbing to be having this conversation with my hot professor.

“Tell casino siteleri me, have you had a lot more experience after to improve your attitude towards sex? In your paper you call it ‘frivolous’.”

Now the conversation was taking an even more bizarre turn.

“I’ve had more experience but I wouldn’t say a lot more. I do think it’s frivolous, though.”

He smirked a little and, to my surprise, scanned my body with his lingering eyes. His bold move made me uncomfortable but, at the same time, enthralled me.

“My dear, that just means you haven’t had a good experience. Sex is anything but frivolous, though. I assure you of that.”

We stood in silence for a few minutes, examining each other. I was about to thank him for his criticism and leave when all of a sudden his arms were around me, pulling my body into his.

“I know this is wrong but I can’t stand it anymore. Say no and I’ll try to stop. I will stop. But say yes and I will show you just how great it can be.”

There I was, wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire life, in the arms of the professor I’d fantasized about from morning til night. There was no question in my mind I wanted to go through with this. I didn’t care about the consequences, I didn’t care about the fact we didn’t have a condom, and I really didn’t care that he was my professor.

I said nothing but I leant into his hard dick with my butt, making him groan with pleasure.

“Jesus,” he muttered into my ear.

We stood like this for a few minutes until he spun me around and pushed me against his desk.

“Prepare to be fucked like you never have been before and never will be again.”

Then he started undressing, his eyes never leaving mine. I made a motion to take off my top but he stopped me, saying he wanted to do it himself.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. You have no idea. In class I’d forget what I was talking about whenever I stole a glimpse of you. So many times I’d have to sit down to hide my boner. You know how I go to the bathroom at least once a class? That’s so I can jerk off to the thought of you.”

My pussy got wetter and wetter just imagining him in the bathroom, pumping güvenilir casino his own dick, thinking of me. And I thought of how many times I would lay awake in my dorm room, pleasuring myself at the thought of him.

Once he was completely naked, he made his way over to my quivering body. At his touch, I shuddered with pleasure.

“Professor, please. Please, fuck me.”

He started fondling my breasts before taking off my sweater. I wasn’t wearing a bra since I didn’t have the time to throw one on in my hurry. He stared at my bare tits for a few minutes before yanking down my skirt. I was only wearing thong panties underneath, which he easily discarded. I stood before him in my nakedness, shaking with anticipation. I glanced down at his growing rod and felt myself get hot with pleasure.

“Ready?”

“God, yes,” I said, panting.

He started to nibble at my nipples, making my body arch to his mouth. His hands roamed all over, finally lingering over my soaking cunt. His tongue was down my throat, his hand caressing my mound. Finally, he plunged a finger deep in my hole. He kept dabbing it in and out. His other hand found my ass. He was kneading the flesh there, causing a whole new sensation I’d never felt before. He stopped kissing me to suck on his finger. He looked at me and smiled, then went right back to kissing me. His hand found my ass again and this time he stuck his sucked finger into it deep and hard. I moaned and gasped but the sound was lost into his mouth. It hurt a little, but the general sensation was way too great. His other finger worked furiously into my pussy. He inserted two more fingers. I could feel the sensation coming that I was about to have an orgasm when he decided to stop.

“Not yet,” he moaned into my ear.

I brought my hand down to his prick and rubbed hard so he’d change his mind.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, leaning into my body. “That feels amazing.”

We stood a few minutes like this, me getting him off.

Then, without warning, he let out an inhuman groan and leant his entire body into me.

“I can’t take it anymore!” he bellowed, knocking my hand away.

He grabbed both my wrists and pushed my arms canlı casino down so that I was leaning against his desk.

With one quick movement, he thrusted his dick into me, grunting as he worked it deeper inside.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered into my hair. “So good.”

I could only sigh back, feeling an orgasm coming closer and closer.

“Shit, yeah,” he screamed, thrusting himself in and out and in and out of my oozing pussy.

“Cum for me, baby,” I cried. “I’m gonna cum; I want us to cum together!”

“Oh, baby, I’m close, I’m close,” he sobbed, tearing into me even harder.

I rubbed his ass with my hands and even dared to stick a finger in.

“Oh, GOD!” he cried. “Oh yeah, baby, please! Harder!”

So I started fucking his tight ass with my finger as he fucked my tight pussy.

I began to feel like it couldn’t go on anymore or I’d pass out when I began to have the greatest orgasm of my life. I could feel the tightness in his balls and knew he was about to cum, too, which sent my orgasm over the hill.

“Fuck, I’m cummiiiiiiing!” he screamed, working his dick ferociously into my cunt.

“Me, too, baby!” I cried back.

His cum shot into me at full speed. I had never ever been so filled up before.

“Yeah, shoot your big load into me baby. Give me more!”

I clenched my pussy on his still hard dick and managed to extract even more of his precious goo.

“I can’t stop!” he moaned, still humping me like there was no tomorrow.

Another mind shattering orgasm rocked through my body.

Finally, he pumped his seed into me for the last time.

“Baby, that was… amazing…” he said as he started putting his clothes back on.

I smiled back at him as I worked my thong back on. “Yes, it sure was.”

“Has your opinion changed? Have I succeeded?”

I strutted over to him and put my arms around his waist. “Fuck yes, you have. But I do think I might need a little more convincing later on tonight…”

He smiled at me. “Yes, well you can meet me back here when I’m done with my meeting. I think you’ll be convinced after that. I’ll have a lot more time to convince you.”

I smiled at him as he left the classroom. I glanced around, realizing every time I came in here for class I’d be reminded of our amazing fuck session. I reached down to my pussy which was still wet from both of our juices. I thought that I might even have to convince myself… maybe sometimes even during class.

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Dance Me to the End of Love, Ch. 01

{A modern love story, mysterious, romantic, comedic, and very dirty.}

Prologue — A Vista

The cocktail dress you’ve chosen for this evening is probably your favorite; it’s definitely mine. It’s elegantly simple, comfortable, but not boring (subjective: your words). It’s flattering to your curves, short but not outrageous, tastefully low-cut, but offers better than a hint of cleavage (subjective: my words). Accessorize it with a tiny dab of Halston, and you’re irresistible, unstoppable (objective).

It’s the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, and we’re hosting a little afternoon/evening “summer kickoff.” It’s going well, as our (read: your) parties always do. That’s one of the things I love about you.

Tonight, it’s a modest-sized group of guests—just a few of our friends, neighbors, and work colleagues. And their partners. They all know each other, work together, or have at least met at one of our parties. In other words, it’s a bunch of semi-boring grownups. (There, I said it. Happy?)

Just the Two of Us, Pt. 1

One of the few exceptions is the guy who’s just arrived. A bit (say, 20 years) younger than the rest of us, he doesn’t seem to know anyone here, and he’s alone. New to the area, he recently joined my company, where he’s already shown himself to be very capable, though a little shy or socially awkward. You and I mused about this, as I’ve told you he’s smart, articulate, and interesting. And now you discover that he’s also a little taller than you (so he’s at least a head taller than I am), well dressed, and quite good-looking. That person about whom we jokingly say “Well, they’re rah-ther attractive, aren’t they?”

You welcome him in, introducing yourselves in the process; I rush over, apologizing for not making a more formal introduction [me: lame grin emoji / you: eye roll emoji], greet him, and shake hands.

And you’re immediately in your element—you fix him a drink, start casually introducing him to other guests, proffer interesting topics of conversation, and within minutes, he seems completely at home. The charm, grace, and warmth you convey puts people instantly at their ease (and I’d be remiss not to say that it’s helped our careers, as well). This is another thing I love about you.

As he and I—after swearing that we wouldn’t—proceed to talk about work, then a movie we’ve both seen recently, you’re in constant motion, chatting, laughing, ensuring that everyone’s enjoying the party, and occasionally looking our way. Besides admiring your skill as a host, I confess that I’m admiring your figure, as you glide about the room in that little black dress.

A few feet away, you bend to retrieve a couple of empty glasses, and for a split-second, I see your hips do a little shimmy. It’s barely perceptible, but I notice. While I doubt that anybody else does, a quick sideways glance makes me realize that I’m not the only one who saw that tiny, subtle, sexy movement. He blinks a few times, regains his composure, and I understand that it was definitely not for my benefit.

You rejoin us within a few minutes, and I split off to catch up with an old friend who is, like me, an unrepentant old prog-rock nerd. Often somewhat blunt, he questions how you and I don’t ever seem to age, and then flat-out states that you look hotter every time he sees you. (He and I have known each other a very long time, and, though the latter comment is a bit sexist, I know it’s his form of a compliment. casino siteleri (I silently, completely, agree with him.)

I’m quite sure our new guest overheard this, and he briefly looks my way, nonplussed for the second time in ten minutes. But you sweep him up in a conversation about a book you’ve just discovered, “a translation of 19th Century Balinese religious texts—it’s essentially erotic poetry, rather explicit—who knew that was even a thing?” If his interest wasn’t already piqued, that (perhaps aided by a couple of glasses of wine) clearly does the trick; you, however, just blithely proceed to point out other books on our shelves that you think he’d like.

We continue working the party, now and then saving him from less-interesting guests (what can I say, they’re not all stellar conversationalists…). You start talking with him about some improvements we’re planning to make around the house, asking his opinion, and asking him more about himself: Is he in a relationship? (“No”); Where’s he from? (“Chicago”); Where does he live now? (“Downtown”); How does he feel the job is going, because it sounds like he’s doing really well (“It’s pretty exciting”). All this time (really, from the moment he walked in), you’re warm and encouraging, occasionally brushing his arm or shoulder lightly, and flashing that charming smile.

I’m watching a master craftsperson, like a sculptor or a glassblower, at work. Exquisite. Did I forget to mention this is another thing I love about you?

You ask, “Can I show you the rest of the house?” He obliges, and the two of you amble away, discussing architecture, cities, art—highbrow, grownup stuff. As “the tour” continues out of my sight, I know you’re showing him the artsy {read: pretentious, but you still like them}, abstract nude photographs I took when I was much younger, and a couple of pieces by well-known artists, that you were lucky {read: savvy} enough to acquire before they were well-known artists.

Returning to the kitchen, where I’ve been doing dishes, you ask him “I must sound like your typical boring old suburbanite, huh?” Smiling, and quickly shaking his head, he replies, “You’re not. No way!” After refreshing your drinks, you take his arm, saying “OK, I promise I’m just gonna show you one more room, that I think you’ll get a kick out of,” and leave the kitchen, laughing. The joy you get from bringing people into our home and our life is just another thing I love about you. I smile, and continue rinsing out glasses. Then, curious, I decide to follow.

You’ve headed toward the back of the house, already making your way down the stairs to the basement. [Destination: The old TV room.] On the way, I can just hear you describing how this room was once used “to watch, and re-watch (and re-watch), Harry Potter movies.” And that by the time the kids reached high school, and through their college years, the room, with its huge sectional couch, “evolved into a quote-unquote legendary hangout (and occasional crash pad) for them, their friends, friends of friends, and so on.”

As I approach, I see the door is wide open. But, hearing you casually add, “We’re quite sure it’s seen more than its fair share of weed smoking, underage drinking, and teenage sex, y’know?” I stop before crossing the threshold. Retreating several feet, I back into the dark laundry closet. From this vantage point, I can pretty much see the entire room.

The early evening sunlight is still streaming through the small window in the corner, but you switch on a few lava lamps for the full effect. He turns slowly, amazed at the hundreds güvenilir casino of declarations of “[Name] was here, [Year],” graffiti tags, drawings, “deep” song lyrics and quotes, and iconic popular, cultural, and political images adorning every square inch of the walls (and even some of the ceiling).

Some Like It Hot

Joining him in the center of the room, rotating slowly, dreamily, edging closer to him, you ask, in barely more than a whisper, “Do you love it or what?” And when your eyes meet the next time, he gently pulls you into his arms and you kiss, fervently, hungrily, deeply. Your lips and tongues taste new sensations, and your hands explore each other, gently, then more urgently. You allow him the brief pleasure of caressing and squeezing your gorgeous breasts, but, sensing his hand descending to reach between your legs, you break away from him, laugh lightly, toss your hair back, and, grabbing both of his hands, pull him backward with you.

Perching on the edge of the couch, you plant him, still standing, right in front of you. Before he even realizes what’s happening, you’ve undone his belt, button and zipper in one fluid movement, causing his [very nice] jeans to fall to the floor. He’s wearing athletic-looking briefs that accentuate his tight [obviously in good shape] butt; he just stands there stammering, “W-Wait, I mean, y-y-you’re…” To which you reply, your voice a husky purr, “Honey, just relax and enjoy yourself—isn’t that what parties are for? We’re all adults here. Anyway, like I said, no one comes down here except to do laundry.” I can’t quite see what you’re doing, but I see your hands moving and I see him shudder.
I can almost catch the scent of your perfume, and feel a tingling between my own legs as I suddenly become very aroused.

You shift slightly to your left, moving him with you, and this affords me a clear view of the scene, and I could swear I see you wink. Inserting a couple of fingers in the waistband of his [cool, sexy] underwear, you yank them down, and his member pops out as if it’s spring-loaded. I hear you both gasp a little.

His penis is already unmistakably, fully erect—and I’d be willing to bet that it has been for at least the last hour that you’ve had him in tow. I see your eyes widen—it’s not porn star-Boogie Nights-comically large, but it’s definitely bigger than anything you expected. You begin stroking it very lightly with one hand, and then add your other hand, alternating between gently cupping and tugging on his testicles, and lightly tracing your fingertips around his glans and frenulum. Gradually, you switch to massaging it with both hands, like you’re wringing out a washcloth. He’s standing stock-still, eyes closed now, his breath growing louder and faster.

Then you bring your face close to him, adding your warm breath to the caress of your hands, and when you gently take him in your mouth; he gasps again, much louder. I watch your lips glide up and down his shaft, pausing now and then to run your tongue over the head, and flick it over his balls. You’re working his manhood vigorously with your hands, and straining to take the whole thing into your mouth, but the last inch or so eludes you. I see you furrow your brow as you continue to suck him in; you’re determined to figure this out. You never give up. This is something I especially love about you.

I watch, transfixed, and without even realizing it, start massaging my own rock-hard organ, as it strains against the light fabric of my linen pants.

Suddenly, you stop, withdraw your mouth, and, swinging your legs canlı casino around onto the sectional, flip onto your back. In the second it takes to do this, and adjust your position, his eyes open in surprise. He does an almost comical double take as he sees you sprawled upside-down, your head hanging over the edge of the couch. But before he can say anything, you pull him back, literally growling, “Now… Fuck my mouth. Come on!” It works.

I see his hips pump instinctively, rhythmically, but your filthy talk and the wildly lurid scene are too much. Within seconds, he’s panting and repeating “Oh my god…oh my GOD” in a hoarse whisper. Starting to climax, his body jerks involuntarily, forcing his cock further into your mouth than you even thought possible. Momentarily surprised, you pull it out just as his orgasm erupts, and two big spurts of cum paint a jagged white stripe down the middle of your dress. Fearing an even bigger mess, you stuff him back into your mouth, swallowing reflexively, but the big rod pulses just one more time, producing a few drops.

He stands there dazed, his erection deflating rapidly, mumbling “Oh my god, what did we do, that was insane!?!” when you suddenly say, “Sssh! What the…? I thought I heard someone coming down the stairs!?! Move it!”

As he scrambles to pull his pants back on and run for the stairs, I can see a little smirk on your face. I quickly duck back into the dark as he passes. Then I wait and listen as you make your way to the bathroom. The door closes, the light goes on, the toilet flushes, the sink runs for a bit; I step out of the dark as I hear you emerge.

The Sweetest Taboo

“Oh, hey babe!” you say, flashing me that glowing smile. “I accidentally spilled something down the front of my dress—y’know, multitasking, trying to make our guests happy… Thank god it’s black, so it won’t show. Someone was in the other bathroom, so I came down here. You?” I mumble that I came down to look for something. “And?” you tease me, drawing the word out to what feels like four syllables. “And what?” I tease you back. “And, did you find what you were looking for?” Now smirking myself, I say “Oh yeah…”

Looking down, you see the bulge in my pants and, chirp “Hey fella!” as if you’re talking to a puppy. Squeezing past me, you reprise that little twerk that set this whole evening in motion, only this time you actually grind a couple of times against my still-throbbing member. This is way more than I can stand, and as you head for the stairs laughing, I dash into the bathroom. I already know it’s too late—I’m helpless to stop the flood spreading over the front of my pants. I clean up as quickly as I can, change into a pair of jeans I find in the laundry, and head back upstairs.

By the time I rejoin you, the new guy is gone, but you tell me that he very graciously (and formally) said thank you for a lovely evening, that he enjoyed seeing our beautiful home, that he felt very welcomed and, of course, that he’d see me at work next week.

When the last of the guests are gone, you kick off your shoes and flop down on a couch in the living room declaring “OK, now I’m officially tired…” As is our custom, I bring you a nightcap, and massage your feet. Then, your beautiful face wearing a mischievous smile, you say “Well, that was a pretty successful evening, huh, babe?”

Smiling too, I merely answer “Yup.”

“Wanna do a 4th of July barbecue, or some such?”

“I guess. Maybe.”

“You don’t sound so enthusiastic.”

“Mmmnh.”

“Well… How would you feel about it if I let you plan the entertainment?”

“Now that sounds like a plan I could get behind.” Then I add, “Know what I love about you?”

Bemused, you say, “Hmm, not sure I should answer that one… OK, what do you love about me?”

“Everything!”

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I was intent on casting my line that I didn’t immediately look up when I heard a couple of my young fishing companions exclaim ‘wow look at the rack on that.’ When I looked up I was rather surprised to see that my wife Carole, had taken off her tee shirt and her large pendulous breasts were dangling free as she brought me a cold beer and some sun cream.

I have to admit she did look well with her spray tan contrasting nicely against the tight white knee length leggings which were rather sculpted to her thighs, prominent pussy mound and mature ripe buttocks. There were half a dozen of us fishing from the rear of the boat and I think nearly a dozen pairs of eyes appreciatively took in the ripe curvaceousness of her body. Although as it was late September and it was just pleasantly warm, the beer was welcome and the sun cream was a wise precaution with the sun reflecting back off the azure sea.

In spite of having had of the sexiest nights for a long time the night before, I have to say I was surprised that my wife had the confidence to display her body because since we both turned 50 last year and we retired she has been moaning about putting on weight.

In fact when I got the opportunity of a free trip to the Algarve to write a few feature articles on golf courses she was reluctant to go as she said she no longer had the body to lie around hotel swimming pools. However when I also offered to write up a couple of angling articles for a friend who publishes an angling magazine and it became clear we could have an activity holiday. And that the temperatures would be cool enough at night to wear stockings and long sleeved tops — she has a thing about older women’s legs and arms- she not only agreed to go but had spent six weeks in the gym and invested in an all over tan. As she said she might as well look as good as she could in a swim suit.

Carole and I celebrated our 25 wedding anniversary last year by selling our publishing business and retiring. Unfortunately the recent downturn means that we have both had to carry out some freelance work. Hence me jumping at the opportunity to have an Autumnal paid holiday in the sun.

When I met her when she was 21, Carole as an attractive blonde with a good figure had had plenty of boy friends but had only really been to bed with one other guy and that had been a bit of a bad experience. While she had had her large boobs well groped from she was about 13, she was still a virgin at 19 when she had eventually given in to the persistence of her 40 year old boss. And this was after a couple of months of him groping her, her giving him a hand job, him riding her breasts and her giving him head.

Their affair had lasted for a couple of years but had ended just before I met her because he had been very persistent in trying to take her ass, which she didn’t want to do, and in sharing her with one of his friends. Things came to a head when she had gone with him and his friend on a golfing weekend. After a champagne and brandy fuelled dinner when they were in the bar for a post dinner drink, he had ‘jokingly’ pulled up her skirt to show his friend that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. With quite a few drinks in her it had initially seemed like a bit of fun and she had been flattered by the attention of two attractive, successful and mature businessmen And she was also flattered when she was going and coming back from the loo to hear them discussing her big tits and ‘absolutely fantastic rear’. But she was a bit taken back when she sat down he said ‘Bill has been admiring your figure and I’ve told him you’re something else in bed, what do feel about him joining us tonight?’

When she said that while she found Bill attractive she had never done anything like that before — he pressurised her into agreeing to at least let him invite him up to the room for a nightcap as he had a bottle of very good scotch. A few more rounds of drinks and flirting with the guys had relaxed her a lot more and on the way up in the lift she hadn’t really stopped her boss rucking up her skirt in the lift to show Bill ‘the fantastic ass he had been trying to have for nearly two years’. This of course led to some kissing and fondling by both guys both in the lift, on the way to the room and inside the room.

After a few more drinks the rest of the night was a bit of a blur to her but she remembered both of them were quite rough in getting her clothes off and in taking her mouth and pussy and especially in spite of her protests both of them sodomising her very roughly. She must have passed out and when she woke about 4.00 am Bill had gone and she was aching all over.

When she went into the bathroom she was stunned to see her make up smudged and running where she had been crying, and where they ejaculated over her face her hair caked with it, bruises on her breasts and thighs and butt where they had manhandled her and her anal sphincter torn and bleeding.

Both guys at breakfast were very complimentary about her performance and Jack , her bonus veren siteler boss, in particular about ‘how well she had taken cock in her ass’. She shuddered inwardly when he said it had been well worth waiting for and she would get to like it now she had been well broken in.’ Bill was all for lining up another session perhaps with one or more of ‘the other guys’.

Needless to say when she got home she both resigned her job and broke up with Jack.

This did have an effect on her and while she wasn’t a prude by any means but it was a great source of regret to me that her big ripe ass was ‘off the menu.’

What surprised me about her appearance now on the boat was that while she often dressed to show off her breasts, rear and good legs and obviously had sunbathed topless on holiday, I was surprised that she was confident enough to show her assets off on a boat load of primarily young guys.

As she made her way forward half a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed to her ripe jutting buttocks and one of my young companions smiled and said ‘your wife is equally gorgeous coming or going!’

After catching a few fish and taking a few photographs of the others catching fish for the article, I made my way forward to find her stretched out on the foredeck in quite tiny white bikini bottoms which rather emphasised her big pussy lips rather than covering them. When I said she had created quite a stir coming topless to give me the beer she smiled ‘ Well that’s easy when you’re the only woman on board — but it does make me think my hard work over the last couple of months hasn’t been wasted’.

When the boats skipper Ricci came forward to say lunch was being served I noticed that he ran his eyes appreciatively over her curves. I noticed she met his gaze and was surprised when she got up and bent over to put on her silver high heeled mules giving him a perfect display of two ripe jutting golden buttocks separated only by the tiniest white string. As he went back to the cabin I whispered ‘you’re surely not going for lunch just in your bikini bottoms.’ She smiled and said ‘Do you not think I look good enough — Ron seemed to like what he saw when he was putting cream on me.”

I was stunned and a bit jealous when she told me she had let a young guy rub sun cream on her and jealous but a quite a bit turned on that my wife was prepared to show her mature body off to nearly a dozen guys wearing only the tiniest scrap of material. With rapidly rising cock, I said ‘Well I too think you look fabulous so why not?’

I have to say I was both jealous and aroused as I followed Carol’s large jutting and bouncing buttocks back to the cabin and cockpit for lunch. They were totally naked except for a white triangle at the waist holding the white string that had disappeared into her deep ass cleavage.

The front view must have been equally attractive because there was a hushed silence as the guys took in her ripe thighs, barely covered pussy mound and heavy bouncing tits.

Carol When Bob said he had the chance for a week’s holiday in the Algarve I immediately thought of the pounds I had put on. However the good news was I had about 7 weeks to do something about it. A hard bit of work in the gym, a crash diet , spray tan and some new clothes gave me the confidence that I could hold my own at the pool and I was quite looking forward to some sun, sand and a bit of sex with Bob.

Our sex life had dwindled a lot over time to about once a week but I thought the sun and some of my new sexier wardrobe might rekindle Bob’s fire.

My own desire for a bit of fun was slightly fired up when we had dinner on the first night with the golf club and fishing boats owner Marco. He was a dark, slim, tallish drop dead gorgeous guy in his early forties. I was sorry that I had dressed a bit more ‘businessy’ than sexy, in a long white dress, but I was pleased when I saw him run his eyes over me in an appreciative fashion and he paid me compliments throughout the evening and flirted with me when Bob was at the loo or bar.

When I felt his hard body against me when he held me a little closer than normal to kiss me goodnight I have to say if Bob hadn’t been there I would have been tempted to melt into his arms.

I was disappointed when he said he couldn’t guarantee to join us fishing the next day but said he would like us to have dinner at a fun place the next night. When we got to bed I was really up for it and was disappointed when after I gave Bob a bit of head to get him going he mounted me in a rather perfunctory fashion and quickly climaxed before rolling off and going to sleep. I lay awake for quite a long time fantasising what it would be like to have Marco between my thighs.

The next day I put on a tee shirt and just in case Marco did turn up my new very small white bikini bottoms under my tight white knee length leggings. When we arrived at the harbour I was disappointed to find that Marco had delegated his duties as host to the boat’s captain Ricci bedava bahis — a not unattractive swarthy 30 something but things looked up when I saw that my fishing companions were Bob, the captain, a young crew man/cook and 6 young guys from late teens to possibly middle/ late twenties.

I was quite pleased when I saw the young guys check me out — possibly because I am big up top and I was braless. But nevertheless it was a turn on to see that my hard work in the gym had paid off. And whether it was Marco turning me on the previous night or Bob’s poor performance which had left me frustrated I felt a real sense of awareness of my sexual attractiveness and unusually for me a real physical sense of arousal. So much so that again unusually for me I was checking out the guys as much as they were checking out me.

I have been faithful to Bob and apart from a bit of drunken fondling at various times by some of his mates hadn’t got in anyway physical with any guys for over 25 years. But whether it was confidence in my newly toned body, the sense of freedom from my retirement or my desire for Marco — for the first time I felt a real sense of lust and a palpable desire to have someone between my thighs and a stiff young cock in my pussy.

I was shocked by my feelings so I decided to eschew joining the young guys and Bob fishing and go to the forward deck to sunbathe and read my book. It was a lovely day — not too warm and once the cabin boy had brought me forward a lounger I was able to take of my top and bottoms and relax a bit and think what a ‘work out I was going to give Bob tonight.’

I was well into my book when I felt a shadow fall across me and look up to see one of young American guys, Ron, who I had met on the quay. He was tall blonde with beach boy good looks and stripped to his white shorts had a body to match. He had what looked like a cold beer and after asking me was I enjoying my book asked me could he get me a beer or a soft drink. I asked for the former and he was soon back with it and when I sat up he flopped down opposite me.

Initially I found it a little surreal to be sitting opposite a 20 something guy with my breasts exposed and very little covering my pussy but he seemed to like what he saw and I certainly was flattered by such a gorgeous young guy having sought me out. As well as being well muscled and good looking he was absolutely charming and I was soon totally at ease with him — a second beer helped! I didn’t wish to be too keen so I said ‘I’ll get back to my book and let you get back to your fishing.’ He smiled and said ‘ I don’t mind missing a bit of fishing, I prefer big game rather than reef fishing . We’re doing that tomorrow and I’m really enjoying the view here.’

While I enjoyed his comments I said ‘Well its time to get my back done and get back to my book and turned round to lie face down on the lounger. I had to smile at his cheekiness when he said ‘Well in some ways the view has just got better.’

I knew I was getting into potentially dangerous territory when he offered to rub sun cream on my back but I couldn’t resist the thought of feeling his young firm hands on my body. Initially he behaved completely properly starting at my neck and shoulders and rubbing the cream well into my back as far as my waist. He stopped at the little hollow in my back above my hips and I heard him murmur ‘ I love the way you look there –dipping and then swelling over those magnificent hips’.

Putting his thumbs into the hollow he started moving up the side of my back and I held my breath as his hands approached the sides of my breasts but he moved his hands smoothly to gently rub the side of my breasts before passing on to my armpit and down the back of my arms. I had been expecting him to go a little further and try to fondle me and in some ways I was a little disappointed when he smiled and said ” All done unless madam would like her legs done as well.’

His touch had excited me and I didn’t want him to stop so I murmured ‘Mmmm that would be good’. Lifting my feet he gently caressed each one before working up my ankles, my calves and on to my thighs ‘ Once again he murmured ‘You have great legs and awesome thighs’ as his strong hands approached my buttocks.’ Once again I must have tensed because he murmured ‘Would madam like her rear done.’ I don’t do anal sex since a bad experience when I was younger but if we had been alone at that stage Madam may well have loved to have had her rear done!

I would have loved to have said something cool and sophisticated but it was all I could do to stop myself thrusting my butt up to be taken. It took another prompt from him ‘Carol do you want me to put some cream on your rear — it is rather exposed.’ I managed to compose myself long enough to turn round and say ‘Yes please do put some cream on it — I don’t usually wear just a string.’

I realised he was getting quite aroused to when I heard him murmur ‘This is utterly fantastic’ as his hands worked their way down from deneme bonus my waist over the swell of my buttocks to eventually cup each cheek. . When I turned round to ask him what he had said, I could see that he had a huge erection in his shorts and he said very softly ‘ Your husband is a very lucky man you have the most desirable ass I have ever seen in my life.’ I tried to lighten the mood by self deprecatingly saying ‘Dimples and all’. He said ‘It is like the rest of you simply so wonderfully feminine and desirable — you really are stunning.’

The sexual tension between us had really intensified and I was in danger of doing something really stupid so I said ‘that was good but I should really take some cream and a beer to Bob’.

As I stood up he very quickly pulled me against him and kissed me. His bare hard muscular body against my naked breasts and his hard erection pressing into me was a real turn on and I responded to his kiss and his tongue doing most exciting things with me. I only realised that we might be seen and I was on very dangerous ground when he grabbed me firmly by the buttocks and pulled me against him saying ‘I’d give anything to fuck you right now.’ He reluctantly released me when I pulled away but before I went to get Bob a beer he extracted a promise that I would go big game fishing with them the next day.

I pulled on my leggings and went back to give Bob a beer. I thought I would tease him and the other guys by walking over to them topless. I felt a little self conscious walking towards a group of young guys with my boobs bouncing but I was gratified to hear from the comments coming and going and seeing from the obvious ‘checking out’ that went on, that Ron wasn’t the only young guy who found me attractive.

In an extremely aroused state I went back to my sunbathing and my book. I couldn’t really get into it and was glad when firstly Bob and the skipper came forward. Ricci to tell me lunch was ready. I was also flattered when he too checked me out and I could see that Bob was a little perturbed that I was very much the centre of attention on the boat. I don’t think he was too keen that I go back for lunch with a dozen guys wearing just my string bikini bottoms but I felt really dangerously sensual and I was looking forward to the guys reactions.

The reaction rather overwhelmed me a bit as virtually everything stopped as I walked forward and I felt all eyes on my body. Six weeks ago I would have been embarrassed but I was on a real sexual high and the guys reaction gave me a real sense of confidence as I realised that in spite of me being twice the age of most the guys there I felt that if Bob wasn’t with me I could have had my choice of most of them.

As you can imagine with a nearly nude woman, even one of my age, in a group of young guys drinking beer there was lot of testosterone about and a real sexual buzz. It was extremely flattering to see what looked like healthy erections in quite a few well filled swimming trunks.

I felt as if I was in some sort of dream because it was most out of character for me to show my body off, and certainly not to a group of young guys, or to flirt with guys young enough to be my kids. However in my defence I hadn’t been the centre of male attention like this for many years and it gave me a real sexual high. I have often wondered about what sort of women get a thrill from a ‘gang bang’ but I think had the guys been a little more forward I could have been more than willing to have found out! How I ever got through lunch without more than the odd hand on my rear I will never know and only Ricci called ‘time’ to get back to fishing something may well have happened.

As I made my way forward again to my lounger there were a few whistles and quite a few offers to rub some sun cream on — I turned and smiled saying ‘Thanks guys but Ron has already done my cream if I need any more help I’ll give you a call.’

The last hour was relatively incident free as the guys concentrated on their fishing and I concentrated on focusing on the night I was going to give Bob and possibly Marco!

As we left the boys at the harbour Ron called out that he would see me the next day at 10.00. Bob looked quizzically at me and said he thought I was going golfing with Marco and him but seemed satisfied when I said that if I went big game fishing and covered it with photos and a few interviews he could cover the golf the next day, we could both go out golfing the following day and that would leave us with a few days free for ourselves.

Bob When we got back to the hotel, I realised that Carole was really turned on by what had happened on the boat because as we were going up in the lift she kissed me and I felt her hand on my crotch as she murmured ‘it must be the sea air but I feel really randy and I want you to really fuck me’. When I said it was probably all the young guys lusting after her she smiled and said ‘that too!’

When we got into the room in spite of my protestations that I would like a shower she pulled me straight into the bedroom and pulling down my shorts started to lick and suck my cock and balls. When she had me hard she quickly peeled off her leggings and g string and laying back and opening her thighs said’ now give me a real good fucking’.

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This is another story of my adventures as a high school English teacher before I “graduated” and moved up to become an English professor at a small New England college. I am retired now and thus have some time to indulge in recollections of both.

As in nearly all high schools, one of the English teachers is also expected to be the drama coach. I volunteered for that job since I enjoy drama and was pretty good at directing. Both the junior and senior class put on one play a year. This year, the senior play was to be Arthur Miller’s “The Crucible”, the story of a New England witch hunt and infidelity. It was a play that I admitted greatly.

I was lucky in the auditions to find two students who looked older than their 18 years. The girl, Beth, an excellent scholar, would be good for the wife Elizabeth, and the captain of the football team, Josh, who amazingly had a brain as well as athletic ability, was perfect as the main character, John Proctor, husband of Elizabeth.

The third main part was that of the younger girl, Abigail, who tempts John Proctor from his marriage. Another perfect selection was Cricket. Actually, her name was Charlotte, but she hated that name, and so she called herself “Cricket.”

Cricket was one of those petite beauties you would notice immediately. She was only about five foot six and weighed about 105 pounds. She was like a little doll with a beautiful innocent face, blonde hair, and a pretty little figure. She had just recently turned 18—which turned out to be lucky for me, something I didn’t know then—but looked more like sixteen. She had the kind of delicate beauty that would have turned any man from his marriage. Luckily again, I was not married.

After three weeks, we were about halfway through the rehearsals. We had finished the after-school rehearsal for that day, but I stayed in the auditorium for the next hour studying some plans that the construction crew had given me for the set. As far as I knew, I was the only person in the school. But that was not correct.

Before leaving, I went down to the dressing rooms under the stage to turn off the lights. No one was in the boys’ side, but when I went into the girls’ side, I found to my surprise that Cricket was still there—and still in costume, a gray linsey-woolsey type dress that went all the down to her ankles. She was sitting at the table in the center of the room and studying her script.

“What are you still doing here?” I asked.

She looked up. “Oh, Mr. Baxter. I was studying my part. I guess I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

“I have to close up. Can I give you a ride home?”

“That would great, but I have to get out of this dress and hang it up.”

“I’ll wait for you upstairs then. Turn off the lights before you come.”

“No, wait. I have some important questions I need to ask you. Also, I can’t get out of this dress by myself. The buttons in the back are hard to unfasten. I always have to get someone to do it for me.”

“Okay.” I stepped forward as she turned around to face the lockers, and I unfastened the five buttons down to her waist. As I had suspected from the look of the front, she wore no bra.

“Remember when you told us we should try to make our costume as authentic as possible from head to toe and even under the costume?”

“Yes.”

“Well, this is my question.” To my surprise, she pulled herself out of the dress and pushed it down to her ankles. Now she was clad only in white bikini panties. She opened the locker, picked up the dress and hung it up.

Then, also to my surprise, she turned around with her hands covering her small breasts. I quickly backed up. This was beginning to get a little uncomfortable.

“The problem is this.” She lowered her right hand and snapped the waistband of her panties. Now I could see her beautiful pink nipple, which was about the size of a quarter. “This doesn’t look like what an earlier settler would wear, does it?”

I shook my head.

“I looked up what people wore at that time from a book at the library, and I think my mother can make what I need out of an old white pillowcase. But in the meantime, I should get rid of these, right?” She snapped the waistband again.

“I guess so…” I murmured.

“Okay.” She took the other hand away from her breast and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down until they draped around her ankles. Then she stepped out of them and put her hands at her sides.

I could not believe it. Now she was clad in nothing, and I could see from her little tuft of pubic hair that she was a real blonde. “I’d better wait upstairs,” I said.

“I don’t mind if you stay here while I get dressed. Why don’t you just have a seat?”

Reluctantly, I did as she suggested. She stood there, completely naked and started to blush a little. This may have been the first time she had been naked before a man.

“Are you going to get dressed?” I asked.

“In a minute, but first I have something to tell you and then something to ask you.”

I did not reply. I was still feasting casino siteleri my eyes on her bare body and her cute little bush. She made no attempts to cover anything.

“I don’t think you should be doing this,” I said, “And I don’t think I should be here…”

“I’m sure there’s no one in the school but us, and the janitors don’t come in until five.”

“I HOPE no one’s here. If anyone saw this, you would be expelled from school, and I probably would be fired.”

“No one’s going to see us. What I wanted to tell you is that I’ve had a crush on you since I was a freshman. I naturally thought nothing would come of it until I got my idea.”

“Which is?”

“I want you to have sex with me.”

“What?!”

“I want you to have sex with me.”

“In God’s name why? I’m old enough to be your father.”

“You’re not that old. How old are you?”

“Forty-eight.”

“See? That’s not that old. I want to see what it’s like. I’ve been out with boys here at the school, but I don’t like any of them that much, and if I have sex with one of them just to do it, I know he’s going to brag all over the school about it.”

“What do you mean you want to see what it’s like? Are you still a virgin?”

She paused. “Well, I’ve done things with boys, but I guess that technically I’m still a virgin. But I don’t want to be.” she added quickly.

“And you want me to do it. You want to give me your virginity.”

“I don’t want it anymore, so I would be very grateful if you would take it. I’m eighteen now, so it’s perfectly legal. And I know you’re not married, so there’s no infidelity involved. I like and admire you. I want to do it with a mature man, not a boy. I know that you would be gentle—and that you wouldn’t go around the school bragging about it.”

“You can be sure of that….What about oral sex? Have you done that?”

“I’ve done it—but only a couple of times.”

“Having sex with a student is one of the most forbidden things a teacher can do.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone—obviously.”

“I should report you to the principal and have you expelled. But word of that would soon get all around the school, so I don’t think that’s a good idea for either one of us. But I don’t think there is a teacher alive who has not fantasized about doing it with a student.”

“I would really appreciate it.”

“I know that I’ll never get this chance again—particularly with a girl as beautiful as you—so even though I know I should say no…I’m going to say yes.”

“Great!” She clapped her hands, the perfect little naked cheerleader.

“Where would you want to do it?”

She looked around. “Here? I’m already naked.”

“Yes, I noticed that, but I don’t want to do it here. It’s too dangerous and also not very comfortable. I said I would drive you home, but how about I drive you to my house instead? I’m the only one who lives there, and I can drive right into the garage so no one will see you.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Can you call home from there and tell them you will be a little late?”

“Sure, I do that all the time when I’m going to stop at the library first.”

“It also would help if you would put some clothes on.”

“I’ll do that too,” she said with a smile.

“Just looking at you makes me want to throw you down on the floor and ravish you.”

She smiled. “That would be nice, but just like you said: It might be a little uncomfortable.”

“Get dressed. I’ll wait for your upstairs.”

“Okay, but one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You said you’ve fantasized about doing it with a student.”

“I didn’t say that. I said most teachers probably have.”

“Including you.”

“…Yes.”

“Have you ever fantasized about kissing a naked student.”

“Of course not.”

“Would you like to? Because I wouldn’t mind sealing our agreement with a kiss.”

How could I resist? I walked over to her and put my arms around her. Her skin was so soft. The top of her head only came up to my chin. I leaned down and gently kissed her—and she kissed back. I suddenly realized it was one of the most erotic things that I had ever done. And I realized to my shock that I was getting an erection. I hoped she didn’t notice. Actually, I hoped she did. I kiss her again. “Now get dressed,” I said softly. “And turn out the lights.”

“Okay.”

I went back up the stairs, hardly believing that I was going to do this. I knew that I shouldn’t do it, but I ask you, dear reader, what would you have done? Never mind, I know what you would have done—and that was what I was going to do.

I sat in the auditorium, and she arrived about ten minutes later, dressed in the usual high school garb of jeans that looked like they had been tailored to her and a gray sweatshirt with the name of the school on it.

“Ready!” she said with a smile.

I did not reply but led her out to the parking lot and to my car.

When we reached my house, I pressed the garage door opener and drove into the garage. Then I pressed it to close.

“Here güvenilir casino we are,” I said, “I’ll show you the house and my study first if you would like.”

“Yes, I would like that.”

After entering the kitchen, I went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. “Would you like a glass of cold Chardonnay? I’m sure it’s illegal for me to offer you that, but it’s a minor offense compared to what I’m going to do to you.”

“And what is that?” she asked with a smile.

I poured two goblets of the wine and handed one to her. Then I leaned over her and in a quiet voice, I said: “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

Her mouth opened, and she actually did look shocked. “That doesn’t sound very romantic. I never heard you use language like that.”

“There’s a first time for everything—as a virgin might say.”

“Well, if you’re going to ‘f’ my brains out, that shouldn’t take very long.”

“I agree.” I held up my glass and clinked it to hers. “Actually, I will try to be as kind and tender to you as I can.”

“I know you will,” she said, returning the clink.

I raised my glass again. “To you and your courage.”

She raised her glass. “To you and your kindness.”

We both drank. “Go use the phone and make your excuse. It’s over there on the wall.”

“Okay.”

“If you would like another glass of wine afterwards, help yourself. It might help to relax you.”

“Good idea.”

I took my wine and went into the living room so she could have privacy. I wondered in my vast collection of CDs what would seem romantic to a young virgin. I picked out Mozart’s 21st Piano Concerto and put it on, second movement. She had probably never heard it. Then, as the music started, I sat down to wait.

“Done,” she said as she entered the living room a few minutes later. “I drank all of my wine and poured myself another.”

“Good, but that’s all that you get. I don’t want you going home smelling of liquor.”

She looked around. “You have a lovely house.”

“Thank you.”

“How long have you lived here?”

“About twenty-five years. My wife and I bought it, but then she died in an automobile accident five years ago.”

“I’m so sorry to hear about that. I already knew about it though when I asked about you?”

“Who did you ask?”

“An older student a year ago. I wanted to find out if you were married.”

“So you’ve been planning this for some time.”

“Yes.”

I sighed. “Bring your wine. I’ll show you the rest of the house.” She followed as I showed her the dining room, the kitchen, and my library/den, all four walls of which were covered with bookcases and books.

“Wow, what a lot of books,” she said.

“Yes, I spend a lot of time here.”

Then she followed me upstairs, and I showed her the guest room, the bathroom and the master bedroom with its beautiful double bed. “This bed was especially made to deflower virgins,” I said.

She turned with a smile. “Really?”

“Well, it is now.” I sat in the chair across from the bed. “Speaking of which, I would like to have the pleasure of watching you undress.”

She put down her glass. “I wish I was a lot better dressed than this,” she said, looking at her jeans. “This doesn’t seem the right outfit to lose your virginity in.”

“But your birthday suit will look perfect.”

She didn’t get it at first, then she smiled. “You’re right. How clever of you to think of that.”

“We seducers are very glib with our tongues—as you will find out.”

She took a deep breath. “OK, here goes. I’m not used to this, you know.” She pulled off her sweatshirt and put it on the chair beside the bed, As before, she was braless, and I finally had the opportunity without embarrassment to actually look at her breasts. They were small with little pink nipples, but they perfectly matched her petite frame.

Then she pushed off her sneaks with her feet, unfastened the button at the top of her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and pushed her jeans down to her ankles. Then she stepped out of them. Finally, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.

“No wait, come over here,” I said.

Looking puzzled, she walked over to stand in front of me.

“I don’t think there is a male teacher in America who would not want to do this: pull down the panties of his prettiest student.” I hooked MY thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down until the golden hairs sprang forth. Now I had the opportunity of looking at her pussy without shame. “You have the prettiest little bush I have ever seen,” I said as I pulled her panties the rest of the way down.

“I never heard it called that,” she said as she stepped out of her panties.

“A lot of the other terms sound vulgar.”

“Yes, you’re right.”

I stood up, walked over to the bed and pulled back the coverlet and the blanket.

“Do you want to cover the sheet with something?” she asked.

“Are you kidding? I intend to cut it out and have it framed.”

She laughed.

I picked canlı casino her up, turned her around and deposited her on the top of the sheet. “I guess I should get undressed too,” I said.

“Yes, you should.”

“This is a matter we should have brought up earlier, but you don’t have to worry about me using a condom. I had a vasectomy a couple of years before my wife died, so since then I’m only shooting blanks. There’s no way I can get you pregnant.”

“Good. I was so concerned about other things that I completely forgot about that.”

“Well don’t forget about it again. If you’re going to do it with a boy your own age or older, make sure he is wearing a condom if you don’t want to get pregnant. It’s a good idea to carry one of your own as well.”

“Okay. You’re such a wonderful teacher.”

“Yeah, right.”

Luckily, I was a daily visitor after class to the school gym, so I was in good shape for my age. I unbuttoned my flannel shirt, tossed it down to the floor, then unbelted and unzipped my khaki trousers and pushed them down, pushing off my loafers at the same time. Even though I was still wearing my jockeys, I realized that I had a semi hard erection already. “This is your last chance to change your mind,” I said as I put my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts.

“I won’t change my mind.”

“Okay.” I pushed them down. “As you can see, you’ve already given me an erection just by my looking at you.”

“Good.”

I climbed up on the bed beside her. “But you’re going to give me more of an erection. Know how?”

“Oral sex?”

“You got it. What you kids call a blow job.”

“Yes—that is what we ‘kids’ call it.”

I straddled her naked legs and scooted up until my cock was in front of her face. She put her little hands around the base of it, moved forward and put the rest of it into her mouth.

Now she may not have been the most experienced little cocksucker in the world, but she certainly made up for it in her desire to do a good job. She sucked as hard as she could and even managed to twirl her tongue around it without my having to ask her. Within a minute I was as hard as I had ever been. Since I am nearly seven inches long and about an inch and a quarter wide, she gagged a little bit but continued sucking.

“I would love to come in your mouth,” I said, “But perhaps we could save that for another day since I have other intentions for this fine erection you have created.” I reluctantly withdrew from her mouth.

“It would be a lot easier for you if you’re well lubricated,” I said. “We can take care of that by my doing what you just did to me and hopefully arousing your internal juices. The more turned on you get, the easier it will be for you.”

“I’m already turned on. Do you want to feel it?”

“Yes.” I scooted back a little and gently inserted my middle finger into her tight slit. She was right about that. Tight she might have been, but she was also warm and wet inside.

“Great. So you still want to do it?”

“Of course.”

I moved back further, took her ankles and spread her legs. What a lovely little muffin she had. I knelt down and began licking her down-covered nether lips. She began to breathe more deeply. Finally, I pushed my tongue inside her, and she began to moan softly. I looked up. She had closed her eyes as if to concentrate on what I was doing. After a few more minutes of my tonguing and probing, she was as wet as any young virgin could get. I knelt up between her thighs. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Pull you feet back and lift up your hips.”

She did so, lifting her little muffin about six inches above the sheet. I put my left arm under her to help hold her up, then took my erect member and eased it gently into her wet slit. After pushing it in about three inches, I could feel the obstruction. I grasped the sides of her hips tightly to keep her from moving back. I knew that this was not the time to be gentle, so I suddenly thrust forward and into her as hard as I could.

“Ahhhh!” she cried, opening her eyes.

I had buried my cock in her all the way to the hilt, so that our pubic hairs mingled. She was no longer a virgin.

A tear trickled down her cheek from the corner of her eye.

“Once you heal, which won’t take long, it won’t hurt any more, and you’ll find more pleasure in sex than anything else in the world,” I said, “As long as it’s with the right person.”

“I know that. I found the right person for the first time.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. Do you mind if I move it in and out of you slowly?”

“No.”

So that’s what I did. I pulled it out slowly so that only the head was in and looked down at my shaft. She was a virgin all right. There was the smear of blood to prove it. I moved my cock back in and then slowly repeated the in-and-out movement another dozen times.

“Ummmm,” she murmured.

But finally, I could stand it no longer and shot off deep inside her.

“I could feel that,” she said. “If I had wanted to get pregnant, and you hadn’t had a vasectomy, that would have done it.”

“Pity then that we didn’t meet twenty years ago—at the same age.”

“Yes, it’s a pity. I could easily have fallen in love with you.”

“And I with you.”

“I guess we’ll just have to be satisfied with lust—since I’m the one who started all this.”

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Jackie Lewis, forty-one-years-old, was in her favourite place with her nose pressed against the wall of the punishment room in her house, waiting for Miss Lucy to come and discipline her. By favourite she meant the place where she calmed herself down by looking at the blank wall an inch from her eyes and thought about what she had done wrong and the punishment she had earned from her boss lady. Today as she waited, she was also thinking of how her life had changed from being a highly regarded member of society, and chairperson of several committees, but now reveled in her life of service to her university student tenant.It was less than a year ago that she thought her life was settled, having been given her house and an income that meant she didn’t actually have to work, so she spent her time helping local organisations and was chairperson of the three committees she sat on. Whilst a lady of means, she wasn’t one to take pressure, found making decisions too stressful for her, she was much happier letting the other committee members carry out the discussion, and then rubberstamp their decision.She also discovered that when at the committee meetings she was far happier making teas and coffees for everyone and handing out the biscuits. It happened quite naturally, probably because the committee members realised that Jackie wasn’t actually adding to the discussion, and they were happy to have tea and coffee delivered to them, as well as being offered the biscuits. At the same time, Jackie found it so much more relaxing for herself.What also happened naturally was that at the end of the meeting Jackie took the cups and saucers and plates to the kitchen and washed up and put everything back in the cupboard. She preferred to do all of that by herself and told the other committee members not to worry about it and they were very quick to accept that that was one of the jobs that Jackie carried out.It was whilst carrying out cleaning in her own house that she realised how she found that so calming, as well as when she did her laundry and particularly her ironing and even started thinking that rather than sit on committees maybe she could do cleaning for other people. Deciding to try that, she placed adverts on social networking sites for areas at least fifteen miles away from where she lived, offering cleaning services. She specifically said that she was relatively new and would particularly like to work for people who could give her pointers and she would bahis şirketleri be happy to take penalties for a below standard level of work.Several responses were received and one in particular struck Jackie. It came from a lady who responded by explaining that she was happy to train ladies who hadn’t cleaned for others before, and had a very good system which was a bit like taking a college course. Jackie was so taken with the response that she immediately contacted the lady and an appointment to work at her house was made. As it was quite a few miles away from where she lived, she would happily drive there.Jackie was taken aback when she arrived at the house. Whilst she introduced herself, the lady said, “Hello, please address me as ‘mistress’. I don’t like to address my cleaners by their name but as, ‘girl.’ You see, I believe that cleaners are there to serve and do as they are told and must be subservient to their boss ladies. You must only speak when spoken to and must not make eye contact but look at the floor whenever we do speak. Not all cleaners think like that but I like to train those who do think like that and are far happier melting into the background where they work. However, if you don’t like that idea we can call it a day now.”Jackie realised that was exactly what she wanted, particularly melting into the background as she did at the committee meetings, and accepted that this particular lady, mistress, didn’t want it to be a social occasion but clearly with her in charge and the cleaner doing as she was told. Jackie could see how that actually worked for her because she thought it would help her learn quickly not just to clean, but to treat any woman she worked for with the proper respect. In any case, she came here to clean rather than to have a conversation, so she gladly agreed and replied, “Yes, of course, mistress.”Jackie was shown where the cleaning materials and apparatus were and was told to start upstairs, which she did in the main bedroom. She felt she was quite diligent in the way that she dusted first and then hoovered, and then went into the bathroom and thought that the bath and toilet and sink were all spotless by the time she had finished. Next, she went into the second bedroom, and,as she walked in, she was very surprised to see that laid out on the bed was a hook-ended cane. As Jackie looked at the cane mistress walked in behind her and said, “You did mention in your advert that you would accept penalties bahis firmaları for an unacceptable standard of work, so you may well prefer this as the penalty rather than a deduction from your pay. What do you think, girl?”Jackie remained shocked, but had already come to terms with the fact that she was going to be referred to in such a lowly, inferior, way, and, whilst quite frankly the level of pay was insignificant to her, she could see how other women might well appreciate this kind of penalty rather than a pay deduction. So, wanting to continue to portray herself as someone who needed the money. She replied, “That’s okay with me, mistress. Could you please explain how it would work.”Mistress explained, “You will do the cleaning and then I will inspect what you have done with you. Every time I spot something that is below the perfect standard that I require you will get a black mark, and at the end of my inspection I will then decide what the punishment will be. Which is intended to incentivise you to clean better next time. However, make no mistake, that the cane you are looking at will be a very standard part of your punishment, with the number of black marks determining the number of strokes you will get on your bare bottom.”Jackie was momentarily shocked at the thought of being caned, but actually after just a few moments realised that that could be just the right incentive she needed to improve her cleaning standards. After all, docking her pay would have no impact at all on her whereas the stinging pain of the cane would be just the incentive she would need. So, although pensive, she replied, “Thank you, mistress, I do understand and I agree with you that that does seem like the ideal way to incentivise me to make sure my cleaning is of the highest standard that you desire.”Mistress smiled sternly as she handed Jackie several pieces of paper, explaining, “I need you to sign this contract setting out your cleaning services and the disciplinary measures. It is important for there to be a written agreement and I get all of my cleaners to sign it.”Jackie was given time to read the contract, and happy with it, signed and gave it back to mistress. With the contract signed and Jackie intent on improving her cleaning skills, she happily continued to carry out her duties. She did keep thinking about the cane, and, from time to time, went into the second bedroom and looked at the cane to remind herself to make sure that her cleaning was of kaçak bahis siteleri the highest standard. She realised, each time she looked at the cane, that it was a good incentive, but was assuming that if she was actually caned that would be an even better incentive.Jackie completed cleaning the whole house during the following three hours. She thought she had focused and checked everything, and so was really surprised when mistress walked around afterwards and found several marks throughout both bathrooms, and when rubbing her finger along some of the skirting boards picked up the odd spot of dust.Mistress got to the end of her inspection and looked at a very worried Jackie and said, “I have given you twelve black marks. As this is your first time for cleaning for me, I will now be giving you six strokes of the cane. Go up to the second bedroom, take off your dress bra and knickers, and stand in the corner, and wait for me. I expect you to be ready by the time I get there or else your penalty is doubled.”Jackie supposed that whilst her worst fears were realised, so was her wanting to understand just how effective the cane would be in reminding her to check everything more thoroughly. She went up the stairs very quickly, remembering the contract said all punishments are carried out with her fully undressed. She walked into the second bedroom glancing again at the cane on the bed. She quickly unzipped her dress pushing it past her waist and down to the floor, stepping out of it, scooping it up, folding it, and putting it on a chair. She then put her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra, slipping it down her arms, catching it, and putting that folded on top of her dress. Finally, she eased her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers, pushed them down to the floor, stepped out of them, and put them on top of her dress and bra. Fully naked, Jackie went and stood in the corner, which made her feel really naughty and submissive, but as she looked at the white painted wall just a few inches from her eyes she knew that she was on a learning curve, except it now looked as though it was steeper than she had originally expected. However, she again reminded herself how calming it was just to do the cleaning knowing that all she had to do was do as she was told and not have to make any decisions, and thought that six strokes of the cane was worth it. She didn’t mind that she couldn’t start a conversation and had to look at the floor so she did not make eye contact with mistress who was clearly her superior because she was a dominant woman rather than submissive, and it made it easier for them both. Still, now she would discover what being caned was like, and was dreading it.

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