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“I know you’re hurting, but why did you have to turn into such a bastard!”

I pressed a hand to my stinging cheek. Ever since I’d broken my arm, my girlfriend had been sympathetic and helpful bordering on smothering. She really didn’t deserve my bad attitude, but I couldn’t help it. I suddenly felt like the whole world had turned against me and the only way I could cope was by withdrawing into a protective shell.

“Oh? So you’re going to deny sleeping with my best friend behind my back?” I asked in a tone that conveyed absolute certainty in my belief, despite the fact that I had no reason at all to believe such a thing.

“I have never and I will never cheat!” She roared indignantly.

“Don’t give me that! He told me all about it!”

She slapped me again. “He did not because it never happened! But you know what? If you were going out with a girl who would cheat and she did it with him, I wouldn’t be at all surprised! You call him your best friend, but I don’t think you’ve EVER let anyone into your heart enough to be called a friend much less a BEST FRIEND!”

Hmm… she might have a point. I considered my best friend my best friend simply because he was my neighbor, we’re the same age, and we’ve basically hung out ever since we were little kids. And for that same reason, he might actually be the only person I even call a friend, but even I have to wonder sometimes why we hang out at all. We were basically opposites and had nothing in common.

But since I knew my accusation wasn’t true, I supposed that I just had to ride the burning flames of deceit all the way to the bitter end. I glared at her as if she had just murdered my favorite dog.

“Trying to turn this around on me as if this is somehow my fault just proves that it’s true,” I pointed out with a soft growl. “Dimitri is the sort of guy who can have five or six different girls in one night and still manage to keep them all happy and they never suspect for a moment that he’s playing them all. Do you even KNOW how many times I’ve gone over to his house to hang out only to walk in on him in bed with some girl? So, when I found YOUR underwear in his room, I asked him how long he’d been screwing you, and he told me all about it!”

She looked utterly shocked. “Those can’t have been mine! You only think they were because I wear plain white panties! But they’re the same sort of underwear that EVERY girl wears at least a couple of times a month! I am NOT a cheater! I thought you knew me well enough to know that!”

“Listen Amanda, who would you believe? Your best friend that you’ve known for your whole life, or someone you’ve only known for about three years?”

She had moved from sheer fury to silent tears by this point. “So you’re going to break up with me with no proof simply because you’ve known him longer?”

I felt like that was a trap. I could practically see her mind scrambling to figure out how she could prove the accusation wrong and fix this mess. I had absolutely no desire to drag this out any longer than necessary.

“Oh no, not at all. Who said anything about breaking up? If you just come clean with me and tell me honestly what happened, I’ll forgive you. Didn’t I already tell you? Dimitri has at least five or six girls a night; he’s slept with my girlfriends in the past and I’ve even had his sloppy seconds when I was in the mood.”

This took her aback so much that she literally took a step back. “But… you said I was your first girlfriend… your first kiss — your first EVERYTHING!”

This was actually true. She had been my first everything, and the three years that we’d been going out now felt like a wonderfully perfect dream. So wonderful that it was now suffocating me.

“I lied,” I lied with a careless shrug. “You really think I haven’t had others? Come on! Every girl wants me!”

This successfully reignited her rage. She slapped me for a third time before punching the cast on my right arm before shoving me so hard that I hit my head on the edge of her bed as I fell to the ground.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK THIS SHIT! YOU DON’T WANT TO BELIEVE ME? WELL FINE, FUCKING DO WHAT YOU WANT! BUT DON’T YOU DARE ACCUSE ME OF CHEATING JUST BECAUSE YOU TURNED INTO A BASTARD AT SOME POINT AND FUCKED AROUND BEHIND MY BACK!”

Having gotten exactly what I wanted, I immediately stopped pushing her. Instead, I simply got up and grabbed my bag, fully intending to leave without another word.

“DON’T YOU EVER COME BACK HERE, BENJAMIN, OR I SWEAR I’LL STAB YOU IN THE GUT WITH THE DULLEST PAIR OF SCISSORS I CAN FIND!”

She continued to rant even as I left. I know I had just hurt her worse than I ever wanted to, but it was better to get it over with now rather than months or even years from now when she finally realized that she couldn’t love me anymore. After all, I’m never going to be who I was supposed to be. I can no longer be the man I was planning to be, the one who loved her Ankara bayan escort and could make her happy.

From her house, I drove directly to Dimitri’s. He saw me enter his room and gestured for me to sit without saying a word. More than that, he kindly let me lay on his bed and brood in silence while he continued to play his game. Eventually, I felt like talking.

“I told Amanda that you confessed to helping her cheat on me.”

“WHAT?!?!” Dimitri burst out in extreme shock and confusion.

“Then I told her that I’ve been coming over here to cheat on her with your sloppy seconds.”

“WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!” Dimitri roared, clearly still very much shocked and confused.

“Because I can’t be with her anymore. Better to let her think I’m a bad guy than a pathetic loser,” I admitted.

Dimitri rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Come on man, you only broke your arm!”

I sat up and glared at him. “You say that like this is a temporary condition that I’ll recover from and go back to normal!”

“That’s because it is!”

“It is not!” I roared, feeling for too close to tears for my comfort.

Even Dimitri looked surprised by my outburst, since this was probably the first time in my life I’d lost my temper or raised my voice, much less, well, I probably looked like a loser who was about to cry. I hadn’t been exaggerating when I said that we were opposites. Like my father, I was stoic and even tempered and always did the right thing. I never got upset about anything and my life had always been more or less perfect.

Dimitri — on the other hand — was always fairly emotional. If he was mad, he shouted until he felt better. If he was happy, he was like an overly excited little puppy. He didn’t have a dad, so I didn’t know if they were alike or not. For a while after his dad’s death — when we were still so little that I don’t remember his dad at all and would be surprised if he remembered much — his mom was a fairly attentive and loving mom. And she hadn’t changed except that she was now running a company and worked so much that she was almost never home. She slept in her office and only seemed to make it home in time for dinner on Sunday nights.

This left Dimitri with an enormous amount of freedom, and so, he actually did have a fair amount of girlfriends and one night stands, even though I had vastly overstated just how many.

Sighing from a feeling like I had just lost a battle, I ran a hand through my hair. “I don’t think you understand. My whole life I’ve had two choices: Be a useless little rich kid who never did anything because I will inherit more money than God someday, or devote myself to something I’m interested in and eventually be recognized as a person of worth because of my OWN achievements.”

Dimitri rubbed his chin in thought. “Is that why you were always on the honor roll? I just thought you were naturally gifted with intelligence and didn’t have to work at it.”

I mildly glared at him again. “You still don’t get it. I AM naturally gifted with intelligence — just like my mom and dad. Being on the honor roll ISN’T something I had to work at. Hell! It wasn’t even something I had to be awake for! I simply had to breathe and I got the best grades in the school! That’s NOT any sort of worthy achievement, that’s just being a spoiled rich kid who doesn’t have to do anything because my parents are both geniuses and they passed that onto me — just like they both come from wealthy families and will pass that onto me as well.”

At this point, he unsurprisingly glared at me and grumbled: “Now it just sounds like you’re bragging and being a shit.”

I sighed. “I’m not trying to be. My point is that baseball was the one thing in my life that I had to struggle at. I had to work my ass off for every small improvement. I had to practice for hours every day just to get decent! And then I finally got good enough that I was scouted to be on a college team! And not just one! I’ve got probably a dozen offers! With no need to worry about tuition or a scholarship — although they’d all give me one if I accepted — I could pick the best college and be nearly guaranteed a spot in the major league sooner rather than later!”

“So stop shouting at me for no reason and go do that!” Dimitri roared at me in frustration.

“DON’T YOU GET IT?! I CAN’T!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “THE DOCTORS HAVE ALL SAID THAT THIS ISN’T A SIMPLE BREAK! IT HAPPENED RIGHT NEAR MY ELBOW, AND EVEN WITH SURGERY, I’M NEVER GOING TO HEAL UP GOOD ENOUGH TO PLAY PROFESSIONALLY! THE BONES MIGHT EVENTUALLY BE GOOD AS NEW, BUT THE LIGAMENTS NEVER WILL!”

“Oh… man…” Dimitri murmured softly in profound sympathy.

I sighed and flopped back onto his bed so I could look up at the ceiling. “Now I have no choice but to be a spoiled little rich kid who’s so smart that I can easily get any college degree I want Escort bayan Ankara that will ultimately do me no good because I’m just going to have more money than I could ever want! I mean, why bother working? Say I get a degree as a doctor or a lawyer or something, it wouldn’t even be hard. Then what? I toil for a paycheck I don’t even need?”

At this point, I felt so pathetic that I covered my face with a pillow and focused on breathing until the stinging in my eyes went away.

Dimitri was quiet for a long moment, then he must have thought of something to say. “So… don’t. If you don’t need to work, then don’t work. Find something else that makes you happy. Make art. Start a YouTube Channel and make stupid videos that only five viewers watch. Buy a yacht and go sailing. Hell! You could turn into a party boy for a while — God knows you’re overdue for a bit of rebellion.”

I tossed the pillow aside and rolled my eyes at him. “Being a party boy would require me to actually party. Can you even imagine me drinking? And what? Doing drugs?”

“No, but that’s exactly what I mean,” he stated, pointing at me. “You’ve never done anything like that, and you’ve only ever had one girlfriend. So go to a party, get drunk, and pick up a random girl. Then keep doing that until you realize that you’re happier just being a useless little rich boy who never does anything.”

“Ugh!” The very though of it made me sick to my stomach. “If I’m just going to end up useless, I might as well just go for it! Pick some random girl to marry and have kids with and spoil them rotten until THEY become useless little rich kids who never have to do anything of value either.”

“Then wouldn’t blowing up your relationship with Amanda be a bad thing?” Dimitri asked in confusion.

I huffed derisively. “I can’t marry her.”

“Why not?” He questioned with a frown.

“Because she’s in love with the me that was working toward being a professional baseball player,” I replied sensibly.

“You think she’s so shallow as to abandon you now?”

“No… just that I can’t be that person, and eventually, it’ll be obvious that we built our relationship on me working towards my goals while she worked towards hers. We always supported each other, and we always will — or would if we stayed together. The problem is that she still CAN achieve her goals and I… can’t. If I asked her to marry me and have kids now, she’d do it. She’d abandon her dreams and settle down to a simple life with me.”

Dimitri snorted in amusement. “Oh no! Such horror! She’d have to suffer as the wife of a rich kid who never lacks for anything!”

“Besides, she wants to be an actress. If we got married, she’d have a much harder time getting into the roles she wants. It’s better for her if she just focuses on her life for a while. If we’re truly meant to be together, it’ll happen eventually.”

“There you go sounding like an old man again! I swear! You have always been like some old man! If a kid hit you, you’d shrug it off and say that he was probably having a bad day. If I cried because my mom had to work on my birthday, you’d remind me that work is important and that she’d make it up to me by giving me whatever I wanted. You can rationalize anything! Can’t you ever just be selfish for a minute and say that you want Amanda to marry you and have your kids and give your life meaning?”

I shrugged because I didn’t know what to say to that. Suddenly, a thought made me chuckle a bit wryly. “Amanda said that you and me, we’re not really friends because I never let anyone into my heart. For a moment, I thought it might be true.”

He shook his head and made a laugh that sounded a bit like heh. “It only seems that way because you almost never show emotion. I’m still seriously shocked that you’re acting like a normal person today!”

“Yeah, well don’t tell anybody,” I muttered, not really liking the fact that HE saw me at my worst. If anyone else found out, I’d probably die from the shame.

“Why would I do that? If I did, you’d just tell them about the time that I got so drunk I ended up puking all over my lap and underwear while I was sitting on the toilet and you had to help clean me up.”

“True,” I murmured even though I was lying. I’d never tell anybody about that because it wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory for me either.

Now that I felt slightly better, I decided to go home before my parents got worried about me and started calling and texting me. After all, they’d both been there when the doctors told me the news, so they probably thought I was out contemplating suicide or something. If I was totally honest with myself, I did give it about two minutes of consideration before deciding to break up with Amanda instead.

As I drove home from Dimitri’s, I could see my parents staring at my car through the window, so I knew they’d probably been trying to subtly keep an eye Bayan escort Ankara on me ever since I showed up at Dimitri’s. It made me feel slightly better that they cared enough about me to be so obviously worried.

Once in our house, they clearly couldn’t decide if they should come over and smother me with affection — in their own rather stoic way — or leave me alone until I went to them for comfort. A maid announced that dinner was just about ready and I murmured that I wasn’t hungry.

Then I walked over to where my parents were still standing indecisively by the window. “I’ve decided that I’m not going to college.”

“O…kay…” They replied in a slow and concerned tone.

“Dimitri told me to basically find something else that’ll make me happy, and I don’t think it’ll be found by attending classes I don’t care about.”

“Makes sense,” my mother agreed in a soft and encouraging tone.

“So… what are you going to do?” My dad wondered.

I shrugged. “Make art or something. Keep trying new things until something makes me happy.”

“And then turn it into a business?” He asked, because he knew that I never needed to earn money, so for him, turning a hobby into a business — even if it was continually in the red — made far more sense than sitting around doing nothing at all.

I shrugged again. “I don’t know. Maybe. Probably.”

My mom smiled warmly. “In that case, Benjamin, why not take a few art classes. I don’t mean at college, just the local community education classes.”

“Maybe,” I murmured noncommittally.

“Just don’t push yourself. You have all the time in the world,” my dad advised me gently.

Nodding in agreement, I turned to go to my room.

“Why don’t you invite Amanda over for the weekend? We can dress up and go to her favorite restaurant for dinner,” mom suggested, still in her gentle and supportive voice.

“We broke up,” I stated flatly even as I kept walking toward my room.

“What?!” Mom called after me in alarm.

I could hear my dad murmur softly. “We should keep our noses out of it.”

“Yeah, but this is too sudden! First he graduates highschool with his future all planned out, then he breaks his arm during a practice game, and now he suddenly decides against college AND breaks up with his girlfriend?!”

“Well, even if you run after him, what can we really do?” My dad questioned.

“I don’t know, but something!” Mom practically hissed.

“Just give him some time to think things over. When he’s ready, then we can try to talk him into fixing things with Amanda and going to college after all.”

I stopped in my tracks halfway up the stairs. Then I turned and called out to them even though they were still in the sitting room and couldn’t see me. “What good would getting back with Amanda do if I went to college? We’d be on opposite sides of the country. She’s going to a prestigious acting school in California, and IF I went to college at this point, it’d be Harvard or Yale, so, we wouldn’t really be together anyway.”

My parents came out of the sitting room so that they could look at me. “True…”

“Besides, cheer up, I gave some serious thought to picking a different girl and getting married soon so that I can have kids. Isn’t the girl in the mansion two blocks over turning 25 and ready to get married? I could always ask her.”

They both gave me a mildly horrified look. I rolled my eyes at them.

“Don’t give me that look. The two of you always tell me that you met in college and didn’t actually love each other when you got married. You both just wanted to quit wasting time doing nothing in classes that were so easy they offered no challenge, and decided that having a kid would pacify both your families. If you can do it, then why can’t I?”

“That’s true, but we also told you many times that we genuinely fell in love before having you, and now that we know what love is like, imagining you having a marriage without that…” my mother trailed off with a faint shudder.

“Look,” my dad interjected. “Just don’t make any sort of decisions regarding marriage until your arm has healed and you’ve had some time to think things over a lot more.”

“That’s fair,” I agreed. As I turned to finish going up the stairs, I noticed that my mom looked like she wanted to cry.

I think I heard her faintly mutter: “I know I always wanted him to get married and give us grandchildren, but not like this…”

A glance over my shoulder showed my father holding and rubbing her back in stiffly stoic silence.

***

“What the hell is Shibari?” I asked as I checked out all of the ads on the community board in the Starbucks down the street from my house. I’d been coming in here every couple of days to see if anyone was advertising any sort of classes that sounded interesting.

A man next to me laughed softly. “Before I can answer that, how old are you?”

“18, why?” I asked suspiciously.

“Uh-huh, sure kid. If you’re actually 18, I’ll buy your coffee,” he said with a scoff.

I was mildly taken aback. “Don’t I look 18?”

“Nah, you look like you’re about 15 or 16.”

Strangely indignant, I pulled out my driver’s license and showed it to him.

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Doctor Mark Evans is a very well-known doctor in the field of urology, he immediately realized how prostate stimulation could help men with ED and other prostate-related problems. Many older men suffered from this condition, most of them took viagra or any other “magic pill” they could buy, but he considered this a “band-aid” fix not addressing the root of the problem.

He believed prostate stimulation was the best treatment for ED, but he also had a little secret, he loved watching older men experience the hidden pleasure of a prostate orgasm for the very first time. Watching his patients squirm, sweat and grip the table so hard that their knuckles turn white as their cocks contract and shoot ropes after ropes of pent-up cum, gave him the ultimate thrill.

He genuinely wanted to help all his patients and provide them with the best treatment possible but also loved having men on all fours, milking them and watching those big, creamy loads hit his exam table as they growled like wild animals while their wives and daughters were outside in the waiting room reading not knowing their husbands or fathers were being thoroughly milked just a few feet away.

He loved teasing a man’s tight asshole for the first time, watching them try to resist the feeling, fighting the inevitable before succumbing to the pleasure of prostate orgasm for the first time.

“Doctor, you’re next patient is here, it’s Pastor Adams,” his secretary said through the intercom.

“Send him please” the doc answered.

David knew Pastor Adams and his wife from the church his parents go to on Sundays, they were an elderly couple in the 60s.

“Pastor Adams please come on in, Mrs. Adams is good to see as well,” he said shaking both of their hands.

“David long time no see, how are you?” Mrs. Adams asked.

“Yeah, it’s been a couple of months, I’m doing very well Mrs. Adams,” he answered smiling.

“A lot of work, son”? Pastor Adams asked.

“Some days, others not so much” the doc answered.

“So what can I do for you today?” he asked the couple.

“Well, you see…..I’m having some trouble…….urinating and sometimes it hurts as well.” the Pastor said a little embarrassed as he explained his problem.

Doctor Evans listened as he was typed on his computer.

“I see, when you pee do you see any blood or red streaks?” he asked.

“No, not that I remember…. but Mark….there’s one more thing….” he said looking at his wife and she nodded encouraging him to talk.

“Son you know that we’ve been married for 42 years and it’s been great, one hell of a ride,” he said looking at his wife smiling.

“But recently….you know…I’ve…..” he said looking nervous.

“Pastor Adams, please whatever it is, don’t hesitate, whatever you tell will not leave this room,” I told him trying to reassure him, but I already had a pretty good idea what he was going to say.

“Recently I’ve been having problems having an erection and…I don’t know if it has to do with anything with the other issue I told you before but I’m starting to get a little worried” he said.

“I see, Pastor Adams, I think I have a pretty good idea of what you’re problem might be, I think it could very well be an enlarged prostate, but I can’t be sure until I check it out,” the doctor said.

“That’s what might be causing your urination problem,” I said.

“But then again, I can’t give a proper diagnose until the proper examinations are carried out. So if you’d like, Mrs. Adams you can wait outside, this is gonna take a while” I said, hoping she would leave me alone with her husband.

“Sure Mark I’ll give you men some privacy, dear I’ll be right outside if you need me, ok,” she said looking at her husband.

How cute I thought, if she only knew that while she’s outside waiting, I’m gonna make her husband, sweet Pastor Adams, paint my exam table white with a load.

I’ve milked fathers, husbands, and even some college students but never a Pastor.

My dick was starting to get hard just thinking about how taboo this was.

“Alright Pastor, please remove your clothes and put on this gown, I’ll be right back,” I said giving to Ankara escort give him some privacy.

“Ok, Pastor, so first I’m gonna perform a routine check on your testicles to see if there are any lumps,” I said a while putting gloves on.

“Please lift your gown,” I said. “Ummm son…I….” he said looking nervous.

“Pastor, please don’t worry about anything, it’s just us here, and I need to check just to be sure everything is alright,” I told him trying to reassure him but also because I was dying to see what Pastor Adams is hiding behind that thin gown.

“Sorry son…I’m just a little nervous” he said chuckling awkwardly.

He lifted his gown and my breathing stopped, he had a nice long cock, I’d five or six inches soft and big egg-shaped low hanging balls.

‘God Pastor, what nice big cock you have, Mrs. Adams sure is a lucky woman,’ I thought. I took all my strength not to put his nice cock in my mouth. I just wanted to slowly bob my head back and forth while looking up at him, giving him the best blowjob of his life.

“Alright, try to relax,” I said as a cupped his big balls and rolled them gently around my hand. “Fuck and they’re heavy too,” I said in my mind.

“Pastor when was the last time you…ejaculated” I asked him

“Umm….I….don’t….know,” he said a little strained.

“Don’t know huh…a month?” I asked.

“Mmmm no…..I…maybe 5…I don’t remember.” the pastor answered as I released his balls.

“That’s a long time…ejaculation is a healthy outlet Pastor…you shouldn’t go so long without an orgasm,” I said trying to sound professional.

“I try to…you know..be intimate with my wife but… I can’t sometimes” he said a little dejected.

“Yes I understand,” I said

“Alright time to check the ol’ prostate,” I said. “Please get on all fours, put your arms and legs here”

I had bought a few years back a “milking table” as I called it, in which you put your arms and legs over some padding while it lifts your ass high up.

Here is where I gave all of my patients their…..”treatment”.

“Perfect,” I said as I took in the sight before me. Pastor Adams was on all fours with his nice big cock dangling between his legs and his ass high in the air for me, I just wanted to spank it, but of course, didn’t.

“Ok Pastor I’m gonna apply some gel..it’s gonna be a little cold,” I said as I poured some lube and started rubbing his puckered, virgin asshole.

“Oh Dear Lord” he muttered weakly.

“Relax for me please,” I said as I slid my finger in just relishing the feeling of his tight asshole on my index finger.

I found his prostate and sure enough, it felt enlarged.

“Very good,” I thought.

“Alright Pastor so here’s the things, you do have an enlarged prostate just as I suspected,” I told him as I withdrew my finger.

He looked back at me and asked “so…what do I have to do” he asked.

Before answering I just looked at him for a few seconds, thinking how funny this looked. Pastor Adams was on all fours, ass and cock hanging out while trying to have a normal conversation with me.

“Well, you said before that sometimes when you peed, it hurt a little, that’s probably because you have an infection, also caused by your prostate, but that can be fixed with some antibiotics. But for the enlarged prostate itself…I think it’s best if I perform a…..prostate massage.” I told him trying not to glance down his dangling cock.

“What’s that,” he asked.

“Well…I will massage your prostate..until I get all the fluid out.” I told him ‘I milked until you blow your fucking load all over the place pastor’. I said in my head.

“By fluid, you mean…urine?” he asked looking a little worried.

“Mmm no by fluid I mean….ejaculate..Pastor,” I told him a little hesitantly because I didn’t know what his reaction was going to be. I’ve never had any mad or violent patients but at the end of the day, this was a Pastor so I just wasn’t sure what his reaction was going to be.

“What….my eye….are serious right now…Mark what you’re suggesting is outrageous…I’m a married man you know.” he said getting a little riled up.

“Pastor Ankara escort bayan look…I understand this might not sound…..conventional…but your problem can be easily fixed, but until all the pressure is relieved there’s not much I can do. Sure I can prescribe you some pills but that’s not gonna solve the problem in the long run”. I said sternly.

“Also an untreated problem like this can lead to prostate cancer, something that in my opinion can be easily avoidable,” I said, he looked like he was deep in thought. I knew I had him.

“Ok…ok but Mark…whatever happens here….please not a word to anybody..specially to my wife….I..don’t know how she’ll react”. the Pastor said a little ashamed or maybe embarrassed.

“Pastor, please whatever happens here today…it’s gonna be just between us…you know doctor-patient confidentiality…and don’t worry I won’t tell your wife,” I said trying to ease his nervousness.

“Thanks, son I just…this is just too much to process,” he said laughing awkwardly.

‘God, I’m about to milk a married pastor with his wife just outside the door.’ I thought wickedly.

“So..shall we get started,” I said grabbing a new pair of gloves.

“Please lay face down again Pastor and try to relax,” I told him.

“Sure….just…no never mind,” he said sounding a little worried.

I grabbed my lube and rubbed the entrance of his asshole once more, more sensual this time, I just heard him groan, I slid my finger in, moving my finger in and put a few times, fingering the pastor.

I placed a small container under his cock head to catch all his semen for a sample….and to have a little snack later.

I saw his legs starting to contract a little and his toes curl as well. I pressed down his enlarged prostate, massaging it very delicately.

I noticed that his cock started to grow right in front of my face, it looked so erotic, how his shaft started to thicken, getting harder by the second, I could see large veins on the side and his head started leaking pre-cum.

“Mark…I think something’s leaking out” he said sounding a little worried. “No worries Pastor that exactly what I want,” I told him.

I could see a thin layer of sweat across his back and heard his breathing starting to get a little heavy. Good, it’s not going to take long.

“Pastor, how are we doing?” I asked just to tease him a little.

“Uggh…. fine….” he answered with a very strained voice.

When his cock was the full mast, it was easily nine inches. Nice, long thick cock just begging to stroke.

“Pastor, you have a very powerful erection right now,” I told him “Uhu….sorry about that,” he said groaning.

“No no, you don’t have to apologize, that’s a completely normal reaction, this treatment is also meant to help you with your ED as well,” I said, never stopping massaging his prostate.

By now there was a very nice puddle of pre-cum in the cup.

By now the Pastor was full-on sweating and gripping the tables hard. I started pressing down a little harder.

“M..Mark….ca…can we..stop for a moment,” he asked with a shaky voice.

“Pastor, I’m sorry but at this point, I can’t stop the message,”

I told him, of course, I could stop the massage but there was just no way I was going to.

He started moving his hips side to side trying to lessen the stimulation. Classic move from stubborn old men like him who don’t want to shoot their loads in front of a male doctor.

“Pastor, if you do feel the urge to ejaculate, don’t fight the feeling, just let it happen,” I said wanting to see him cum already.

I moved my free hand to the front of his thigh, holding him in place as I continued my rhythmic massage.

He started wiggling his butt, rocking from side to side, trying anything to change his body’s reaction or to get away from the stimulation.

“Don’t fight it Pastor you can’t win” I thought grinning.

I heard him start to mutter “Oh…god…please..forgive me…I can’t…..”

That’s when I felt his prostate get rock hard and saw his legs and cock contract hard. ” UUUGGGHH” he growled as the first thick rope hit the table

The Escort Ankara first shot missed the sample cup completely, I grabbed his cock with my other hand aiming it at the cup, I felt how his cock flexed hard in my hand and I couldn’t resist anymore and started stroking trying to get the rest out.

“UUGH…YEAH…KEEP GOING…FUUUUCK.” Pastor Adams said panting and growling.

“Keep stroking mark…DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING STOPP…..shit,” he said like a possessed man. I couldn’t even imagine Pastor Adams saying a curse word, and here he was begging not to stop jacking his big cock off.

“That’s is Pastor, let all that pent-up cum out,” I said as I kept stroking.

A true prostate orgasm always hits different, I thought.

“Oh god…oh lord….oh Jane I’m sorry,” he said as he started to calm down, but still convulsing a little. Jane is his wife’s first name.

Pastor Adams shot five thick ropes, some hitting the table below and the rest almost filling up the sample cup.

I stopped stroking completely when I noticed he went quiet after a while and went limp on the table.

“There we go Pastor, please take time to relax and catch your breath, I’ll be right back,” I said standing up, putting the lead on the sample cup.

My cock was like a piece of steel, I rubbed through my pants, needing to cum real bad. But I controlled myself.

When I came back, Pastor Adams was putting on his clothes and asked him “Pastor how are you feeling?” he answered “

Mark….I…I’m so sorry…about what happened…I just don’t know what came over me.” That’s was not the first time I’ve seen a man lose his composure when massaging his prostate. Most of them haven’t had sex in years, some of them because of their ED and others because their wives simply don’t want to have sex anymore.

I smirked a little and said, “Pastor, please there’s no need to apologize, you didn’t offend me or anything, I’m just glad I could help, and from the looks of it you needed that, huh?” I said looking down the thick ribbons of jizz on the table.

Pastor Adams gasped a little and asked “All that came out?”

“Yeah, the rest is here, in the sample cup,” I said as I showed him how he almost filled up the entire cup.

“Oh my….. guess I needed…the massage,” he said laughing awkwardly.

At this point it was well over 40 minutes, the Pastor was all dressed up, and ready to go. I told my secretary to send Mrs. Adams in so I could explain the situation to where minus the prostate massage of course. I quickly cleaned everything up and hid the sample.

She came in and sat down “Mrs. Adams, sorry it took longer than expected” I told her.

“No, it’s ok, what happened, is everything alright?” she asked concerned since we took so long.

“Yeah sorry about that, I just did a thorough physical since Pastor Adams told me it had been years since he had one, asked him some questions, and finally checked his prostate but please don’t worry, everything is fine. He just has a small infection in his prostate, which is the cause of his discomfort” I told her trying to sound professional.

‘You’re husband also jizzed like a racehorse all over my exam table, growling and begging me to jerk his cock’, I thought in my mind chuckling a little.

“Ohh good, I was a little worried,” she answered letting a big sigh of relief.

“No, don’t worry about anything, but I will need to see you in a week Pastor Adams, to see how you’re doing,” I told him.

“Yes Mark of course,” he said, I was gonna milk him again next time.

They both stood up, thanked me again, and left. As soon as the door closed, I went over and grabbed the sample cup. I just stared at it for a couple of seconds, my mouth watering, I had to taste Pastor Adam’s thick load.

I opened the lid and was hit by a strong smell, probably from how pent up he was. I grabbed the lid and poured some of his cum on it, then tasted it. I almost came from the salty taste, how thick and felt in my mouth, and knowing how wrong this all was.

“Can’t wait for our next session Pastor” I said staring at the cup.

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Hello people.

It’s PD again, this time with some hot and taboo doctor adventures, hope you enjoy it.

Please feel free to comment what you thought of it, suggestions and ideas are also welcomed.

Also a big thanks to des67 for editing my story.

Until next time.

PD. 🙂

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I was not told very much,all I saw was a very cryptic text message from you earlier this afternoon that said. “Your invited to a special fashion show.” I know your buy really that big into clothes so that message was a very random.

Intrigued with what you have planned, after work was done I set off to go home and I send you a message saying just that. And few moments later i get a text that states “when You arrive there would be a seating arrangement ready for you.”

I make it to the house in one piece, traffic was a tad slow but not too bad. I come in and I am greeted with a sweet but warm scent of vanilla and cinnamon. All the lights are down low and there is anarragment of silk and satin of various colors draped over what looks to be a back drop.

I walk over and sit on the sofa where there is a printed card with my name on it. The card as well is scented with the same vanilla aroma. I take out my phone can text you I’m home and I’m in my assigned seat. I get a quick series of bings from my phone. I checked it to see an intro of what is Ankara escort you come kinda like a program.

“My fashion show

Please enjoy me modeling a collection of outfits to tease your eyes and most importantly your dick.”

All of a sudden the light dimmed and some slow buy sexy jazz started to play. I looked round but I couldnt tell where it was coming from. Then I could hear your heels clicking on the hard wood flooring, making your way to me.

You appeared from behind the slik and satin drapes. In a simple baby doll style lingerie set. The color was very close to milk chocolate, there was lace trim all round the cups that held your breast firmly in place. It then flared out to a thin meshy like fabric that was very see through.

As you sauntered your way down the make shift runway. Just close enough to me so I could see the matching chocolate thong that must have came with the set. You spun around with bubby excitement and slowly hiked up the flowy skirt portion of the babydoll outfit to show off your oiled up and shiny ass. Even Ankara escort bayan with the low illumination in the room you could still see the glistening sheen that covered each side of your booty. Making it that much easier as you slide your hands down and round each cheek.

With that last show of teasing you swayed your way back behind the silks and satins.. the next outfit didn’t take long for you to put on but it sure looked good on. I also never expected you to like nighties.

This one was very simple a blush pink night dress that bearly reach the bottom of your ample ass. The front had a medium sized lace heart� that centered your attention on your tits and it showed off your cleavage quite nicely.

As I watched you show off for me once again squeezing your tits. I clap and give you a quick exclamation that your tits look great in that one. That must have been the same idea of why you brought it cause you looked over your shoulder with your hand on your hip and a smile on your face blew me a kiss.

You switched up the music Escort Ankara while you were gone, and you selected some deep base house music. Which does make sense cause we initially met in a random club. And the music had taken you to a place of euphoria. I stood and watched you for a while before making my way over to dance with you..

The hard thump of the beat drop almost took me out of the sexy show that was still going strong. The next outfit was very porn inspired. It was a one piece bodysuit with a fluffy pink bun on the butt with matching fluffy ears that were full and slightly droopy. It was super cute.. you even managed to pink your hair back so it wouldnt get in the way of the ears.

It was erotic to see you all sprawled on the floor, the bodysuit shifting and becoming taut against your body. As you rollover in all fours and popped your booty to the beat. Sliding toward me and crawling up my leg and then thigh. I feel the deep rumble of you purring for me.

I give you several pets all the down your body. But just like a cat you wiggle away and crawl up the front of me and rest your warm breast on me face and wiggle one again but this time in place. Once you were satisfied with your titty hug you return to the silk and satin entrance and end your sexy show with bow.

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Author’s Note: Wow! It’s been a long time since I wrote Nate a dog here, a city skyline there. He wasn’t quite sure why he had put a warning label on it.

“My boyfriend; the artist. You should draw me sometime,” Mateo suggested with a wink. “Ever study the male anatomy before?”

“My boyfriend; the model. We could def- OH MY GOD,” Oliver said, eyes bulging as the page turned to reveal a rather detailed drawing of a penis. It was completed with shading, veins, and clearly quite a bit of effort. Oliver’s face drained of color as Mateo burst into a fit of laughter.

“I guess that answers that. Wait, babe! This is actually really good! Dare I say, your best work in here,” he said through his laughter. Oliver reach for the sketchbook, but Mateo dodged. The two struggled for it. Oliver’s face was flushing. During their little wrestling match, the sketchbook eventually fell to the side, and the men ended up nose to nose on the bed. Oliver breathed in deep, eyes dilating. Mateo smiled up at him, soaking in the details.

“I don’t know how you slept on just a mattress. This would have killed my back,” Mateo said eventually as they sat up. Oliver straddled him.

“There’s a lot of things I did as a teenager that would kill me now,” Oliver replied with a small laugh, stretching his back.

“Who’s Nate?” Mateo asked suddenly, and Oliver froze in place.

“What?” He said dropping his arms.

“Nate. Looks like you had yourself a little crush on him,” he said, a cheesy grin growing on his face as he gestured to the sketchbook. There was the name with a heart around it maybe half a dozen times with various flourishes on the letters.

“Oh. Just this guy I dated back in high school,” he offered, hoping his interest would die there. It would not.

“A guy you dated in high school? In this town?! How have I not heard of this Nate before?” Mateo asked in shock. They had told each other about their exes at one point, but Oliver failed to mention Nate.

“He was my first love,” Oliver said slowly, treading lightly. “At least, I think he was. It felt like love at the time, but what did I know? I was eighteen.”

“That’s so sweet. What happened?”

“Nothing. We just went our separate ways,” Oliver said, looking intently at the name. What if he was gonna be there?

“His loss!” Mateo announced as he rubbed Oliver’s thighs.

“Yeah,” Oliver replied.

***

The school looked just as it had ten years ago. Not a thing seemed to have changed. The cafeteria was lit up, and the parking lot had a decent amount of cars in it. The turnout was better than he had been expecting.

“You ready?” Mateo asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Let’s go.”

The cafeteria was decorated floor to ceiling with streamers, balloons, and paper crafts, giving ominous prom vibes. There were numerous crowds of people making conversation, drinking, catching up. Oliver didn’t Ankara escort recognize the majority of the people he saw that night. Maybe they had changed beyond recognition, or maybe he just had shit memory.

Deja vu rushed over him as he had a flashback. He had been standing in this same spot, trying to find somewhere to sit at lunch the first day. He hadn’t known anyone then either. The first few days had been pretty lonely. That is until she came along.

“Oliver?” He knew that voice. A smile spread across his face as he turned around to see the unmistakable Kat who also had a matching smile.

“Kat!” She hurried over and they hugged tightly.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long!” Oliver said, looking her up and down to see how much she had changed.

“You look good! Talk about a glow up,” she said, slapping his arm.

“Thank you! You do too. And this is my boyfriend, Mateo,” he said, stepping aside. Mateo extended his hand, but she pulled him in and hugged him anyway.

“It’s so nice to meet you Mateo. I’m Kat. And this is my husband,” she said, dramatically leading up to it. Neither of them had noticed the guy standing a few feet back, looking the other way. He turned back towards them and it only took a second to register.

“Jake? Jake!” Oliver said.

“Hey there Oliver! You sure do look different,” Jake said with a smile. Long gone were the days of him smacking books out of Oliver’s hands. There wasn’t even a trace of that hate left in his eyes. Instead, there were crow’s feet and smile lines.

“I gotta say. I did not see this one coming,” Oliver admitted as Jake and Kat linked arms.

“Well, ya know. People change,” Kat said with a shrug and exchanged a loving glance with Jake. He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes but they worked as a couple.

“Don’t I know it,” Oliver said.

“Look! Our old table,” Kat said excitedly, pointing across the room at an empty table near the back corner. They made their way through the crowd of his peers.

“Relax,” Mateo whispered, stroking his forearm. It was only then that he realized he had a vice grip on his hand. He loosened it.

The four of them would go on to talk about what they had been up to since they lost touch. Kat had gone on to become a teacher working at various schools before landing at her home school. There, she helped found their first ever Gay & Straight Alliance. They had a small group of students, and there was one kid in particular that reminded Kat of Oliver when he was young. Full of spunk, as she put it. Jake owned a local car shop in town. He told them all about these awards he had won for outstanding service and then went on to tell this story with a car pun as a punch line that only Mateo understood since he’d grown up working on them with his father. Jake had too.

Oliver told them about how he graduated college and travelled around the Ankara escort bayan country on performing contracts. One even taking him across the ocean to Europe where he met Mateo at some dance club. It’s been a running joke between them that Mateo is his foreign love, but turns out, he was merely traveling and was actually from New York. For what seemed the better part of the night, they laughed and Oliver was having a really good time. He caught himself unapologetically busting out laughing and smiling wide at jokes he’d completely forgotten about.

“I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick,” Oliver said at one point as he rose from the table. Mateo was deep in conversation with Jake about some car thing that went over the other two’s heads.

“Bro, that is sick!” Mateo said excitedly as Jake showed him something. Oliver didn’t think he’d ever heard Mateo describe something as ‘sick’ before. Kat rolled her eyes as they geeked out.

“Go. This is quality entertainment,” she said, crossing her arms and laughing at the two, who didn’t even look up.

Oliver left, pushing through a pair of double doors that led to the rest of the school.

Even just outside the doors it was deafeningly quiet. A ringing was left in his ear, and a single light was shining at the end of the hall where the west bathrooms were. The ones nearer were darkened. Something was always wrong with the plumbing in that one. The air was cold, sending goosebumps up his arms. For a moment, he just stood there and stared. If he listened close enough, he could hear sneakers squeaking on the tile and metal doors slamming. Indistinct chatter. He walked forward, every step echoing.

The bathroom door was cold against his hand as he pushed. Inside, everything was the same. Oliver looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the way he used to style his hair, his backpack, his favorite hoodie that he wore everywhere. Now he was a bit taller with better posture, a hairstyle he would’ve chastised himself for back then, and a rotation of three jackets that he wore everywhere. His thoughts came to a halt when the stall door directly behind him creaked open. A man emerged, head hung, looking at his phone. The second he looked up though, Oliver knew.

He could never mistake those eyes. Through the reflection, both men stood frozen in their places. His hair was longer, slightly frizzy around the hairline. He sported a fresh tan, a slight burn across the bridge of his nose. The features that had remained frozen in time aged rapidly, getting slightly softer and more mature. Most notable though was definitely the silver band wrapped around his ring finger.

“Hi,” Oliver managed to get out, breaking the silence. He turned around to face him directly, shoulders tensing.

“Hi,” Nate said, eyes wide, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“It’s been a while.”

“Yeah. It has.”

“I didn’t think you had Escort Ankara come.”

“Yeah. Our babysitter bailed on us last minute.”

“Babysitter,” Oliver echoed, taking that in for a moment. And then, “Our?”

“Yeah. Husband and two little girls,” Nate said after taking a deep breath. He didn’t know if he stand to hear another ‘yeah.’

“Congratulations,” Oliver said. Nate nodded, paused as if her were going to say something else, then changed his mind. He made his way to the sink adjacent to Oliver’s and began washing his hands instead, keeping his head down. Oliver was standing there motionless, listening to the squeaky sink faucet and the rush of water, when it hit him.

Nate. Riding home in his Mustang that fateful day after school. The first time they kissed. The way he squeezed Oliver’s thigh when driving. Taking him in for the first time. Being mad at him. Holding him when he showed up at his window late at night crying. Posing for graduation pictures together. Waking him up for school when he lived with him. Waking him up for class when they roomed together in college after that. Their first real party where they got so drunk that they declared their love for each other as loudly as they could in the dorm parking lot. When Nate told him he didn’t want to share a bed anymore. And the night Nate broke things off. All the tears that followed. His first heartbreak. His Nate.

“Well… good seeing you,” Nate said, still looking down and he made his way past Oliver to the door. Now or never.

“I don’t like the way we left things,” Oliver blurted out just as Nate placed a hand on the door. He paused.

“Oliver, I-“

“Please? I was kind of hoping I’d see you here. Can I just say something?,” Oliver asked, squaring his shoulders to him. After a moment, Nate dropped his hand to his side and turned around. Oliver took a deep breath in, gathered his thoughts, and breathed out.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry that I made you out to be the villain to all of our friends when… things ended. I was so caught up in myself at the time that I didn’t listen to you. Instead, I shut down and made things way worse than they had to be. I’ve done a lot of reflecting since then, and I’m so grateful for what we did have. We were a team. You were such an incredible part of my life, and I treated you like shit at the end, and I’m sorry… And I don’t expect you to forgive me or anything, but I do want you to know that I’m still rooting for you. Always will be,” Oliver said, eyes tearing up near the end. Nate’s expression remained still, as if one nerve moving would cause an avalanche of emotion, but his glossy eyes proved that it had already begun. The two men stood there for a moment, throats tense.

“It did hurt. I felt betrayed,” Nate said with a tinge of bitterness in his voice, but then it softened with, “But… I’m sorry too. I didn’t know how to put my feelings into words. I’m still working on that… I was a dick. I should’ve–I don’t know… I never wanted to hurt you.”

“We were kids. We didn’t know any better,” Oliver offered, wiping a tear that had found a path directly to his mouth.

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Paula my stunner of a wife and I were having a bad patch, I was “Empire Building” at my job and neglecting her rather badly, not just my absence from home, but the exhausted state I was in when I was home led to very little sexual activity.

We had a very exciting and varied sex life between us prior to the job taking over, so she was missing our 4 or 5 times a week love-making episodes.

She complained of loneliness, and sexual emptiness, on a constant basis, and fool that I was didn’t stop my megalomania on the job front.

Then about a month or two ago she stopped complaining on a regular basis, and at the same time rejuvenated her wardrobe, skirts got shorter, blouses more see-through, and she no longer wore underwear of any sort, all this I thought was to make me aware of what I was missing. More fool I!!

One evening after a late supper, she asked how I liked her outfit, a skirt that barely covered her lovely apple-cheeked bum, giving glimpses of her beautifully cared for pussy, waxed every week (it used to be once a month), a particularly see-through blouse showing her lovely tits to advantage.

Do you like it?

I mumbled some banal reply.

Do you know who I wore it for?

Me I suppose.

Well, you suppose wrong! I wore it for the guy that fucked me all afternoon.

And not only fucked me but fucked me deliciously in BOTH of my neglected holes!

I could have worn anything as far as you are concerned and you wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

But I found a guy that really appreciates my body and enjoys making me cum and cum and cum. He has a stiff resilient cock, that happens to be bigger and stiffer than yours, which he sticks up my arse for hours on end, So there!

I was flabbergasted, as it never occurred to me that she would seek sexual comfort elsewhere since she had been a virgin when we met, and had never given a hint of being interested in anyone else in the sex department.

I never set out to arrive where we are now, and I would like to tell you how this situation arose in the first place.

She then launched into her saga of infidelity and sexual gratification to replace sexual neglect and apparent indifference on my part

I was sunbathing on the balcony, in the nip as usual, when the front door bell rang, and from the door intercom, I heard a male voice confirming his name (Dave) from the local air conditioning service company, to look at the problems we were experiencing with our units. I had completely forgotten the appointment, so in a panic, I pulled on my mini skirt and a fairly seethrough blouse, the only things I had to hand, I buzzed Dave into our multi-level townhouse. I was on the first floor, where one of the a/c units was housed, and the other was on the floor above.

AS I wanted at the top of the stairs, I greeted Dave as he climbed towards me, completely forgetting the fact that I had no knickers on and Dave was getting full frontal views of my private domain. He stopped halfway up the stairs to enquire about the faulty units, saying he probably need ladders and such from his van to complete the service. Whether the stop was to continue looking up my micro mini at my waxed pussy, or was in fact about the equipment I didn’t know, but enjoying the vicarious thrill of flashing my pussy at a handsome stranger I stood my ground and let him enjoy the view.

I indicated the location of the first unit, in our living room, on the floor where I was standing, the other unit I told him was in the master bedroom one floor up. I’ll show you where they both are if you’ll follow me I said turning away from him, and thus giving him a clear view of my arse cheeks,

We looked at the sitting room unit for a moment, and he nodded and asked to see the other one on the floor above.

Knowing exactly what I was doing, I preceded him up the stairs, fully aware that he was getting an uninterrupted eyeful of my arse cheeks, and a back view of my pussy lips, but I was enjoying the thrill of my exhibitionism so much that I carried on. Remember I was lonely and depressed, frustrated by your lack of attention, and to be absolutely honest I was itching for a fuck.

At the 2nd floor landing, I turned round again so he got a good look at my, by now, excited pussy., also from that angle, I was backlit so the seethrough blouse all but disappeared showing my tits off to advantage.

He gave the a/c unit a cursory glance but spent a pensive moment looking at the big double bed.

Satisfied with his inspection Ankara bayan escort of the units, the bed, and I presume my upskirt display, he said he would assemble the equipment needed and get to work right away.

I should describe dave at this point, he had almost film star good looks (perhaps I flatter him there!) tall, over 6ft, well built with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Well-groomed and smelling of aftershave which was a pleasant surprise!

He brought a load of gear up from the van and set to work. I got busy doing some chores, but didn’t bother with finding any underclothes, as I was enjoying my naughtiness too much.

As it was an extremely hot day I offered him a cold drink, which he gratefully accepted, he then asked very politely if he could take off his work shirt as he was boiling!

Yes of course Dave, make yourself comfortable I said whilst thinking, “take off your pants while you’re about it!”

He had a clearly defined six-pack of abdominals, which marked him down as a gym goer and a health buff.

As we shared our cool drink, he offered the following,

Madame, you are without a shadow of a doubt the most beautiful client I have ever served, but I sense some sadness in you which I can’t understand, as you seem to have it all, the looks, the wealth, radiant good health, and I must say a body to die for!

I thought he was coming on a bit strong, so I cooled it down by merely saying, Nothing is perfect Dave, so let’s get on with the job in hand, shall we?

He smiled charmingly and returned to the entrails of the a/c unit.

About an hour later he announced that the first unit was now functioning 100%.

So he took himself off to the master bedroom, only to return some 10 minutes later announcing that he would have to tackle the problem from outside the house as the unit was hopelessly clogged with dirt, and he couldn’t get at it from inside.

An hour later a completely dirty Dave told me that both units were functioning.

Looking at his state of him I offered him a shower before he left for his next appointment.

An offer that he accepted with alacrity.

I let him into the master bathroom, with its rain forest stall shower, and said I’d get him a clean towel from downstairs.

I rushed back with a nice fluffy bath towel, and knocking and entering in one movement, I was confronted by Dave completely naked, showing an absolutely gorgeous big cock,

Oops sorry, please excuse me, Dave, I shouldn’t have barged in.

In reply Dave put his hand on my waist, and said since it’s such a hot day, why don’t we shower together as I’m sure you would enjoy the cooling effect.

I knew full well that the invitation was NOT about a shower, but I was up for it for exactly that reason.

Here was someone that appreciated me, wanted me, lusted for me, in fact, all the stuff I had been missing all those months of neglect gone by,

The hand on my waist had now found its way under my skirt and was fondling my pert bum,

The other had opened the zip of my skirt which floated to the floor, my flimsy top joined it a second later.

My god but you’re beautiful he exclaimed inspecting my now completely nude body, fondling my tits and tweaking the nipples to erection, his right hand then found my throbbing cunt, here he expertly unfolded the inner lips to find my stiff little clit which he massaged to great effect.

I took his stiffening prick in hand and began wanking its thick shaft and rubbing my thumb over the large pink mushroom head, which brought a loud groan of pleasure from deep in his throat.

I was as excited as a teenager discovering sex for the first time, I thought that if I was going to be unfaithful I might as well do it with a guy with a huge dick and be done with it. I was getting more and more excited, without a second thought of the consequences purely out of reflex I dropped to my knees in front of him and sucked his big knob into my mouth, it tasted nice like it had been recently washed. I began my blow job by wanking his shaft with one hand while I massaged his ball sack with the other hand, all the while my tongue was doing the tour of his big prick head, between trips deep in my mouth, not deep throat which I have never mastered, but as far in as I could manage.

I soon got my reward as he cried out in ecstasy cumming mightly in squirt after squirt of hot jism, I was having a tough job keeping up with the quantity which was enormous, and I have Escort bayan Ankara to say delicious and slightly salty. Gulping his cum and still sucking his knob was a full-time job, but fabulous.

I don’t know where you learned that, but it was the best blow job I ever had, bar none, and as our first sexual act, it was a fucking marvelous start.

I had dribbles of cum on my face, but also on my tits and tummy, there had been so much that several squirts had escaped my hungry lips and splattered all over me.

I said that whatever about before, a shower was now a must!

We got in the large stall together and turned on the rain forest effect shower, which soon had us nice and cooled all over, the dust and dirt rinsed off Dave in a flash, and he started administering the shower gel to my slippery body with gusto.

He spent a long time on my tits which were now tingling with the attention, my back, tummy, but NO shower gel on my pussy, he explained, I don’t want to spoil your natural flavor, now do I?

I almost had an orgasm in anticipation of what was in store after the shower.

I washed him thoroughly, probably spending too much time on his cock, which began visibly growing as I ministered to it.

A light toweling, with plenty of erotic groping, and we repaired to the bedroom next door.

AS indicated in the shower he spreadeagled me on my back and dived between my legs to devour my over-excited cunt, his technique was flawless and soon had me crying out with my first of many orgasms. His tongue was darting in and out like a small prick, pausing only to suck and nibble on my clit, pure ecstasy for me, the neglected sex bomb I thought is getting mighty revenge for the terrible neglect from a husband that ought to know better. Well, Fuck him anyway, so there!

My pussy juices now flowing freely he took me Missionary style, his shaft going all the way in on the first thrust, It was reaching new areas of my vagina, which had never been exercised before, the opening of my pussy was straining under the huge size of his member, but it was a delicious problem to deal with!

He fucked me deeply for at least 10 or 15 minutes, with me cumming at regular intervals, I had never had such good sex, ever!

He grunted that he was going to cum, and would it be OK to cum inside me.

He didn’t have to ask twice, Oh yes deep inside me please, cum and cum and cum all you want, cause I want it all.

His climax was enormous, the amount of jism he pumped into me was unheard of. It was running out of me onto the clean sheets in puddles, and still, he kept cumming and cumming nonstop.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me, panting, The Best Fuck Ever, you’re fucking fabulous and dynamite in the sack, I can’t wait to fuck you again, next time in your very private hole, exclusive to only the very best of friends.

I had, as you know, bad experiences with anal penetration in the past, so I was not overjoyed at the prospect of a forced entry of a hole that was still virginal, amd not atall cooperative as far as entry was concerned.

We cuddled and explored each other’s bodies after the big production of our first fuck together. Slowly his big dick began to show signs of renewed life and to encourage its return I gave it a gentle suck and wank, which produced the desired result with impressive speed, given he had cum twice in less than 20 minutes.

He told me to get on all fours, to have a doggy fuck, as a change.

I said I did NOT want anal sex as it didnt work for me.

The reply I got was NONSENSE, you’re the little girl that’s going to be fucked in her bum, and she is going to enjoy it so much that she is going to ask for it to happen again and again.

When it comes to your little secret hole, I know more about it than you do, so all you have to do is relax and think sexy. If you wrongly imagine that it’s going to hurt, I promise to stop the moment you say so, OK?

I didn’t want to put him off as he was without doubt the best sex partner I had ever enjoyed, so believing the STOP promise I let him have his way with caution.

On all fours the first sensation I experienced was his tongue licking my pink rosebud, round and round, occasionally forming a point and partially entering with no forcing of any kind, this went on for quite some time and became extremely pleasurable and exciting. His routine began changing as his tongue took up the role of a penis and entered and left again with increasing rhythm. He then Bayan escort Ankara began introducing one finger at a time, increasing gradually till he formed a sort of spearhead with four fingers and his thumb, sliding easily in and out of my manipulated fundament.

He kept this up till I cried out for him to fuck me in my arse with his dick, I wanted to be sodomized more than anything before or since.

He slid his prick into my wet cunt fucking me there for a blissful little moment, he then withdrew his sopping slippery member and offered up its fat bulbous head to my throbbing bum hole, Very gently he inserted the big head in the tight opening, and once in he stopped moving to allow my ring to get accustomed to the intruder, He pulled out and put it back in immediately shoving it a tiny bit deeper, this incremental approach was working fine, I had no agonizing pain, more like a feeling of lust, and a wish to be fucked deeply and strongly.

Eventually, he had the entire length inside my colon and slowly began to fuck me deeply till his balls were banging off my cunt. This was the deepest physical feeling I had ever experienced, somehow forbidden, intimate, an offering of total submission, a very private commitment to all-out sex. Nothing to do with love, affection, or any higher motive, no, just a total abandonment to sexual intercourse with no limits.

He took his time and we fucked for quite a while by any standards.

My first anal was hugely pleasurable and had somehow formed a bond with Dave that made us close in our shared secret.

He announced his climax at the top of his voice, making me a momentary concerned about the neighbors, but that concern didn’t last long as he began a huge cum deep in my arse, lunge after lunge accompanied by loud wet farting noises as he let his cock completely exit my hole before driving it back creating a punch of air up my excited arse.

Eventually, he collapsed gasping for air, it’s incredible, but it has to be said, I thought our first fuck was my all-time best, but your; little shit hole has just taken the top spot, for me anyway, Now you know that you can take it up the arse with the best of them, all it needed was a lot of prep and plenty of patience., and worth every second of it, the grip of your colon muscle is phenomenal, it holds every inch of cock in a vice-like grip. You’re going to get used to being buggered there as long as we’re an item, that’s for sure.

My conversion to anal was complete and wonderful, a whole new set of sensations, a whole new kind of intimacy,, I knew that previously we had rushed it and had failed as a result. Dave spent a long time saying goodbye to my two holes, kissing and licking them as I sucked his soiled cock covered in cum from its anal adventure.

We were so covered in the results of our fuckathon that another shower was called for.

No further penetrations took place as we were both exhausted, but serious talk ensued.

Dave explained that looking up my skirt and seeing me with no knickers on gave him the impression that I was a bit of a tart looking for a quick fuck, which suited him fine.

But having had our roll in the hay, he had gotten to realize that I was a serious person whose loneliness and spousal neglect had led me to do something completely out of character.

He was therefore making a pitch to become my regular lover and not just an opportunistic fuck who was lucky enough to find me on the right day.

I assured him that our relationship would only ever be about sex, I was not in the market for an affair with all that emotional lovey-dovey stuff, I was settled in my marriage, such as it was, but I’d fuck him every day of the week if we could arrange it. And yes he could fuck me in my arse any time he wanted!

I signed his worksheet, and we exchanged phone Nos, making a tentative date some 3 days later in the week.

Now that’s how it started, and I want you to know that Dave fucks me 3 or 4 times a week, sometimes a quickie in his van, sometimes a full afternoon of fucking. And if ever you want me to stop seeing him you’ll have to pull your socks up,

There are a number of options open to us and they are

1/ you devote time to me and my sexual needs, which now includes anal intercourse as a little bonus and I say good bye to Dave

2/ you carry on as before and so will I, but you may have noticed that being fucked by Dave puts me in a good mood., so I’m OK with that

3/ Most interesting experiment of all is we form a menage a trois, with both of you fucking me at the same time. Now that is my preferred solution, but this democracy and you have your say!

I had a lot to think over and was heading in one direction, but that comes later in the saga!

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Hi, I am Samir from Chandigarh, sharing my latest experience with all of you guys. This happened about 20 days back when I went for an interview to IT Company in Mohali and met the receptionist. She told me to wait in the waiting hall. I was sweating and sat on the sofa.

I had some water and rested my head on the sofa. Then suddenly a lady around 25-27 age passed by me with an awesome perfume. I opened my eyes to see who that lady was. But unfortunately, I couldn’t see her face. I could see only her dress which is a navy-blue t-shirt and jeans.

I tried many times but I couldn’t see her face. So, I successfully completed my interview and was selected. Then a person came and I took to another room for the final discussion about my CTC and offer letter. Then I went into the room and found the girl who passed me in the waiting hall.

I remembered her as it was the same perfume smell in the room. Then after the discussion about my CTC, she told me to collect my offer letter on Monday. There are a few formalities to be completed. I asked her for her number and told that I would directly contact her on Monday. She was confused but gave her number.

She told to call her 1 hour before reaching the office. Then, as I was tired, I went to the office cafeteria to have some food. I ordered momos and a juice. When I took the tray and turned back someone hit the tray. It was Kanika who hit the tray and the juice fell on both of us. She said sorry and we went to the hand wash area and were cleaning our self.

I cleaned quickly and was waiting for Kanika to clean. Then when I was observing her, she was cleaning her t-shirt. I could see some part of her waist. Her waist was so fair. And even Kanika was so fair. She had a ponytail. After that, we went back to the cafeteria.

She offered me to have something and even she would accompany me. So, we ordered momos, veg sandwich, and a juice. We had a normal conversation and we shared the juice. After this incident, I went to the parking lot and left the office building

After about 20 minutes I stopped at a place for a smoke. I received a message as sorry.

Me: Who is this?

Kanika: I am Kanika.

Me: How did you get my number?

Kanika: I took it from your resume.

Me: Wow all this to tell sorry!

No reply from her. I went home and freshen up and was listening to songs on my mobile then I messaged her.

Me: Hey there?

Kanika: Yes, was busy so couldn’t reply to you.

Me: Still in office?

Kanika: Just now came out of the office and going to my room.

Me: Oh, you stay in a room?

Kanika: Yes, I like to be independent. I will ping you from WhatsApp once I reach my room bye for now.

Me: Bye.

After that, there was no charging in my phone so I kept it for charging. I went out with my friends and came back home at 12. When I came back and checked my phone, I had 6 missed calls and a dozen messages from her. So, immediately I called her but she did not take her phone.

I messaged her to call me when you see the message. I was not at home so couldn’t reply or take your call. After about 15 minutes, she messaged me.

Kanika: Hey.

Me: Hey had dinner?

In the meantime, I was checking all of her previous messages. I found a message as, “If you are free, we can go out for dinner as I am not interested to cook food and eat.”

Me: Don’t act like a small girl. Go and have food.

Kanika: No, I am not interested.

Me: Ok send me your location I will get something to eat.

Kanika sent her location and messaged me, “Don’t get food you come we will go out and eat.”

Me: Ok.

I went to her location and called her she came down. We went to Elante Mall to have some food. Then she told she wants to have Cream Stone Ice-cream I checked if I can order it online as it was already 1:15 the bookings were closed. I told the same to her.

Kanika: You can’t do a single thing for a girl.

Me: Come, let’s go.

Kanika: Where are you taking me?

Me: You just come with me.

I took her to the Ice Cream store which is open till 2:30. We had ice-cream there and were going back to my car. She suddenly hugged me from behind and said thanks.

Me: Come on its ok. At least accept that I will do anything for my girl.

Kanika: My girl?

Me I mean a girl.

Kanika: Acha.

We sat in the car. I drove slowly to her place. We were having casual talks. Then she asked me.

Kanika: Do you have a girlfriend.

Me: If I had a girlfriend would I be with you at this time?

Kanika: Ha-ha good answer and the same apply to me too. So, any previous girlfriends?

Me: Yes, had a break up with her about 2 years back.

Kanika: Oh, do you have her photo?

Me: Yes.

Kanika: Why do you need her photo when she is not with you?

Me: She ditched me. But I was serious in the relationship so I can’t forget her that easily.

Kanika: So even you have the same story as mine.

Me: So even you had a breakup?

Kanika: Yes, when I was in Noida. It was in my college days. He was a cheat Ankara bayan escort so just left him.

Me: Good and you recovered quickly.

Kanika: Yes, and that is the reason why I want to be independent.

Me: Good and that is the reason why I don’t want to be in a relationship and get cheated again.

Kanika: Hahaha. Try me I wont cheat you for sure.

Me: Ufff ok.

There was dead silence for 5 minutes.

Kanika: What did you think?

Me: About what?

Kanika: Trying me.

Me Ufff come on we just met today.

Kanika: Yeah that’s the reason I am asking you today.

Me: Ok will think about it later.

Kanika: Ok, but you were the one who was so caring for me. You travelled all the way from home only because I did not have dinner.

Me: Come on that’s ok. Tell me something else.

She started telling about her family and how she used to enjoy life in Noida etc. In all the conversation I got to know that she is the only child. She wants to be independent.

They are actually from Jammu but shifted to Noida due to her father’s work. After that, I told about my college days. Then I told her how I had seen her today for the first time and what made me notice her was her perfume.

Kanika: So, there a long story behind this. Acha so perfume made you notice me, right.

She took her handbag and took the perfume from her bag and sprayed it on the upper breast and on the neck.

Me: Please don’t tempt me.

Kanika: What happens if I tempt you?

Me: Ufff.

Kanika If you want to smell it now directly from me.

Me: Do you want me to smell it from there and pointed to her breast.

Kanika: Yup try your luck but on one condition you should not touch me.

Me: Ok let’s try.

I started smelling near her upper breast. I can see that she was breathing heavily.

Me: Now I want to smell it on your neck.

Kanika: It is the same perfume so it smells the same.

Me: But still I want to smell it.

Kanika: You are tempting me.

I was smelling her neck and she turned towards the car window. I left a hot breath on her neck and she suddenly shivered. She turned and stopped me.

There was dead silence for some time. After about 5 minutes.

Kanika: What were you looking at?

Me: Instagram.

Kanika: Not now in the cafeteria?

Me: When?

Kanika: Don’t act smart.

Me: What?

Kanika: I have seen you watching my waist in the hand wash area.

I was silent.

Kanika: Did you like my waist?

Me: Arey not like that I was just waiting for you so suddenly you were cleaning. I could see your waist that was not intentional

Kanika: Acha if you have intentions you will see?

Me: Ufff Kanika.

Kanika: Yeah tell me, so you like my waist.

Me: Yeah.

Kanika: So, you like my waist but not me?

Me: Did I say that?

Kanika: No, but you mean it.

Me: No, I like you as well.

Kanika: So, you like me? So, you want to try a relationship with me?

Me: Arey, Did I say that?

Kanika: Ok You can try me at least I will not cheat like your ex.

Me: I am not interested in a relation. After all that I faced, I don’t want to be in a relationship and have heartbreak.

Silence for some time

Me: Hey Kanika can I use the washroom? I need to pee.

Kanika: Ya sure let’s go to my room.

We went to her room but it was really hard for me to cover my boner. All the men will know how hard it is to pee when we have a boner. So, I went in and came back.

In the meantime, Kanika had changed to her short and a loose t-shirt. I went out and sat on the sofa. She came and sat beside me and switched on the TV.

Kanika: See even the girl in the song has a breakup and finds another love. But you are not interested in relation.

Me: Ufff ok you don’t understand me.

Kanika: Come on tell me I want to understand you.

Me: Ok, I will tell you some other time

Kanika: Ok, on one condition we will play ‘Truth or Dare’ right now.

Me: Ok.

She went into her bedroom and brought a Vodka bottle.

Me: Why do we need to play when we have vodka?

Kanika: Ok let’s have shots and then play.

Me: Ok but be in control.

Kanika: If I am not in control take me under control.

Me: Ok.

So, we had 2 shots of vodka and then she wanted to have more shots. So we had 2 more shots each. All this vodka scene happened in just 20 minutes. She was rubbing her eyes and slowly rested her head on the sofa. After about 30 minutes I woke her up and told to lock her main door and sleep in the bedroom.

She was moving here and there and she wanted to have more shots. I denied and told her to sleep. She slept for 15-20 minutes and woke up.

Kanika: Shall we play truth or dare now?

Me: Not now we will play some other time.

Kanika: No, we will play now.

The alcohol already took her to the next level and even I was high. We started playing ‘Truth or Dare’. First, we tried to spin the bottle but it was making a sound Escort bayan Ankara at it was made of glass. So we stop spinning the bottle and had alternate chances. So first she asked me and I chose the truth.

Kanika: Tell me why you don’t want to be in relation.

Me: I don’t want to be tied to relation and get hurt when I have a breakup. I just want to enjoy my life.

Kanika: So, you want a girl to have sex but not for relation

Me: I didn’t say that.

Kanika: That is what I understood.

Me: Ok so what do you choose?

Kanika: Truth.

Me: Did you ever had sex?

Kanika: Yes, twice with my boyfriend but he was of no use. He cummed in 3-4 minutes

Me: Oh, good.

Kanika: So, did you ever have?

Me: No.

Kanika: Would you like to have sex if you get a chance?

Me: Of course.

Kanika: Oh, so you are interested in sex but not in relation.

Me: You always take the point to a relation.

Kanika: Ok baba I will not take the word relation

Me: So, what else?

Kanika: Come on its boring let’s play only dare.

Me: Ok.

Kanika: You start first.

Me: As we are playing only dare it would be good if we play with a toss.

Head: Me, Tail: Kanika

I flipped a toss and it was the tail. I told her to remove her hairband and loosen her hair. She did it. Me I flipped the coin and it was Head

Kanika: Remove your t-shirt.

I removed and I had another t-shirt inside. Flipped the coin and it is the tail.

Me: I told her to remove her t-shirt.

Kanika: I don’t have any inners.

Me: No, you have to do it you told me to do. I did it, so now you have to do it.

She removed the t-shirt and covered her breasts with the same t-shirt. Flipped the coin and it is the tail.

Me: Give me your t-shirt.

After 30 second gap, she gave me

Me: Wow.

Kanika: Do you like my breasts?

Me: You have very good breasts.

Kanika: But don’t even think of touching it.

Me: Acha.

Flipped the coin and it is tails again.

Me: Get up and put my hands on your boobs.

Kanika: No, I already said no touching.

Me: Game is game and rules are rules.

She got up and took my hand and slowly made me touch her boobs.

Me: Wow.

This is where it ended. After this, she took her t-shirt and wore it. And went to the washroom. I got up and sat on the sofa and was checking my phone. She came out and sat on my lap. I was caressing her hair and asked what happened.

Then we started kissing. We kissed for 2-3 minutes and then broke the kiss as we heard the doorbell. I was confused who it might be at 5 o clock in the morning. She told it might be her maid and opened the door. Then her maid came in and started cleaning.

I kissed her once again in her bedroom by holding her waist. I bid her good-bye and left. I reached my home kept my phone in silent and slept. I woke up at around 2 in the afternoon and checked my phone. There were so many messages from Kanika. I am putting only a few of them.

‘Why did you leave?’

‘You should have stayed back here in my room.’

‘It was great spending time with you.’

‘We will go to a movie if you are free.’

‘I miss you so much.’

‘It was a nice feeling kissing you.’

‘My maid came at the wrong time.’

‘If she wouldn’t come, we might have spent some good company and might have ***.’

So, after seeing all these messages I was clear that this girl needs sex and messaged her

Me: What is *** in the message?

Kanika: Hey, hi when did you wake up? I just woke up and was about to ping you. I received a message from you. Actually, if my maid wouldn’t come at that time, we might end up doing something different. So just that thing.

Me: Acha so what does that mean ***

Kanika: You know what that means.

Me: I think of something so it is better if, what I am thinking and you are thinking the same

Kanika: So, you want to hear it from me?

So, she sent a voice message that If my maid wouldn’t come, we might kiss for some more time and would end up having sex.

Me: Acha.

There was no message for 5-10 minutes and after some time I received a long message from her.

Kanika: I was really mad about you. The way you care for me, the way you kissed me. The way you caressed my hair. You came to me at night because I did not eat my dinner. You cared for my feelings and my approval. Because even when I was high with alcohol you did not misbehave with me.

Kanika: After experiencing all this I want to give you back something. The best thing I can give is me. Hope even you have the same feeling. Just come to my room tonight. I really need you.

I was really shocked after seeing the message. I called her and she told me to read the message completely and then call her back. I told her I have read it and will meet you tonight. So, at around 7 I reached her home. I took a bottle of vodka and a large pizza.

I went and knocked on her door. She opened the door as she was wearing a Bayan escort Ankara dark red color saree I was awestruck on seeing her and I asked her.

Me: Why did you wear a saree?

Kanika: Simply want to show you my waist.

Me: Acha so let me see.

And after that, she locked the door and slid her saree a bit. Then she got a call from her mother and she spoke to her for about 10 minutes. All the time she was facing the window and looking out as she stays on the 5th floor. I was holding her waist from behind and kissing her neck and tempting her.

In the meantime, I even turned her head and kissed her when she was speaking to her mother. While she was on call, she was just silent for about 10 sec as she couldn’t speak anything at that time. After that, she hung up the phone and started hitting me as I was tempting her.

“Then if you want to kiss me, kiss now, not while I am on call.” Then we kissed and it was the best kiss. I could feel the flavour of cherry as she was using cherry-flavoured lip balm. We took some photos and then I took some photos of her in some seductive poses.

Then I told her to change as we will have dinner. But she was not ready to change and she was sitting on my lap. I took her to the bedroom and sat on her bed. I could sense that the AC was already ‘ON’ and I told her

Me: You are all prepared.

Kanika: Of course, I need to be.

I forgot to tell you that I carried a pack of condoms while I was going to her place. Then we again started kissing. This time while kissing I was slowly pressing her breasts. Then I unhooked her blouse and I found that she was not wearing any bra.

Me: You have a firm breast even without a bra. Whoever marries you is a lucky person.

Kanika: It might even be you if everything goes well.

Me: Let’s hope for the best.

Then again, I started slowly pressing her boobs without touching her areola. She was getting uncontrollable. Then I started sucking her nipples. She left out a small moan when I touched her nipples with my lips for the 1st time. Then I removed her saree completely and then her petticoat.

She was wearing only her panty which is dark shiny red. Slowly I was kissing her inner thighs and her belly then her boobs. I did this for 3-4 minutes and she was already wet and she was rubbing herself. Then slowly I slid her panty aside and was slowly blowing air on her pussy.

She was going mad and told me to stop teasing her. I just removed her panty and found she was clean down there. I told her so she is all prepared right. She told yes, I want to have a good time with you and nothing should be disturbing us. Then I slowly split her pink pussy lips and there was a fluid already there.

I started kissing around her pussy lips, and in between gave small strokes with the tongue on her pussy. After playing for 2-3 minutes, I inserted my middle finger and was licking her pussy. She was on cloud 9. She caught my hair and pulled me up to kiss.

My finger was still in her pussy. I was making very slow strokes in her pussy as her pussy was really tight. Then we kissed while I was fingering her. After a few strokes, she was discharging heavily. I asked her how many days she did not masturbate. She said it was more than a month

Then she was completely exhausted and fell asleep. She discharged for the 2nd time. Then even I laid on the bed for some time. Then she woke up and was sleeping on my chest. Then I kissed on her forehead and she was having tears in her eyes. I asked what happened.

She said, “You treat me like a princess. If I have a wish in my life, I want you to be my husband.” Then I kissed her once again on her forehead and I was really hard then. She told that she will help me with the hardness and took out my dick and started kissing and stroking slowly.

She was a pro in sucking the dick. She started off by sucking the tip of my dick. Then she created a vacuum in her mouth and was pulling my dick inside. She did it for about 3-4 minutes. I told her that I am going to cum she increased her speed. I discharged completely in her mouth.

She gulped every drop and we were both tired. Then we went into the hall and sat on the sofa. She was feeling hungry so we had pizza which I brought and told her that we will have a few shots of vodka. She said she wants to enjoy every second while having sex so she doesn’t want to have vodka now.

So even I didn’t drink. She came and sat on me while having pizza. We took a pizza slice and started eating from the opposite sides. Then after eating we kissed again. She told me that I am the best kisser and she needs to learn a lot about how to kiss.

When she was sitting on me, my dick was slowly poking her pussy. She was feeling that. She was so wet that even without any force tip of my dick went into her pussy. Then I took her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed and slowly started licking her pussy.

I slowly tongue fucked her and then wore a condom. I placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy and slowly inserted by giving small jerks. Then she was in pain and so suddenly gave a jerk. My dick went in completely. She was in immense pain.

I waited for 1-2 minutes and slowly started to and fro motion. After that, I gave her strong strokes and both cummed at the same time. Then we took rest for some time and it was already 12. Then I went out and brought 1-litre chocolate ice-cream.

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Chrystal and Her Friend

For the next two weeks, Chrystal and I were meeting before school, after school and late night: fucking and sucking and licking and sticking in every room, hallway, wardrobe inside my house, and even occasionally outside in my back garden when her parents were asleep at night. My organ was actually exhausted from the activity it was getting and Chrystal’s slit was even getting swollen.

One particular afternoon I heard Amy, Chrystal’s mum, shut the front door and start the car engine. I later learned that she was going food-shopping for dinner. As soon as the car was out of sight, there was a rapid four-knock, four-knock, four-knock on my front door. I ran downstairs from my bedroom dressed only in a tee and light, fleecy trousers as I knew at once who it was. I opened the door to see Chrystal dressed only in a sheer purple button-down shirt, completely unbuttoned and panting hard. She jumped into my arms, wrapping her bare legs around my waist and kissed me incredibly deeply. I could feel my poor exhausted organ start to grow again. I thought to myself, “gee I guess it’s not as worn out as I thought.”

‘Oh… my…god,” she said breathlessly, “I thought she’d never leave.” And kissed me deeply again. “I’ve been thinking about your dick all day! I even had to go to the girl’s toilet to rub one out during a class! Good job there wasn’t anyone else in there at the time, ’cause I squirted all over the floor.” I quickly shut the front door, lest some nosey neighbour caught sight of us. Still entwined, I carried her over to the couch and threw her on the furniture. As Chrystal landed, the purple shirt flew open and her hands went immediately to her glistening and wide open vagina. She moaned alternately between “ow” and “ooh” as she manipulated here clit and lips.

“I don’t know what it is,” she said breathlessly, as she massaged her tiny breasts now, “all I can think about is having you inside me.” And her hands again went to her groin area, two fingers of her left hand moving piston-like inside and her right hand feverishly massaging her clit. “Oh fuck,” she said, “that hurts a lot, but also feels so amazingly good. Get over here with that thing.” She pointed at my ever-growing erection now tenting my trousers.

I pulled off my tee and untied and stepped out of the fleece trousers and ran over to her delectable form. I dropped to my knees and spread her legs wide apart as she moaned “ohhhh”. I gently touched my tongue to her clit as I inhaled her female aroma as if it were perfume. Now it was my turn to moan, “ohhhh”. She held her legs wide apart at the calves with her back against the poufy couch pillows. I inserted my tongue inside of her dripping vulva, my nose against her clit. Chrystal let go of the grasp on her calves and grabbed my head, pulling it even tighter against her body. “Oh, ow,” she said, but refused to release my head from her gaping hole. My nose was now tight against her clit and I had to breathe through my mouth as I alternated between licks, tongue probes, and inhalations. She came within a minute of my stimulations and I moved my tongue to her anus.

“Wait,” she said, “that’s not really clean is it?” Then dropped her head back in ecstasy as I kept tongue-ing her rear hole. My tongue moved alternately between the two openings directly in front of me as Chrystal moaned louder and louder, finally cumming again on my tongue during one of my vaginal tongue-ings.

I got up and stood in front of her as she threw off her shirt and knelt on the floor in front of me. Then she grabbed me around the waist and shoved my organ in to her waiting mouth. She sucked and slurped my erection, grabbing my bollocks with her left hand, which made my erection even harder. After only a couple of minutes I could feel my erection getting still harder and I knew that I was going to cum very shortly. But Chrystal, who obviously felt the same thing happening in her mouth, gripped my sac even harder and then the head of my penis with her right hand.

“No, no, no, no, no,” she scolded me, “I want to feel your hot load inside of me so that we can cum together. I’m already so worked up that it won’t take long for me, don’t worry.” And with that, she put her arse on the couch and leaned back on the pillows, and with both hands still on my privates, pulled me deep inside of her. “Owww, oh fuck that feels so fuckin’ good” she said. She spread her legs wide and grasped her calves again giving me full access to her insides. As predicted, we both orgasmed within a half-a-dozen strokes. I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to her side so that we could both catch our breaths.

“I think my mum is going to ask you to dinner either tonight or tomorrow, so act surprised,” she told me. “She actually does have a surprise and request to ask you.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“No, no, no,” she teased, “as I said it’s a surprise… but I guarantee you’re going to like it.” Chrystal looked at the clock on the wall nearest the front door. “Oh shite, Ankara escort is that the time? She’s going to be back from the store any minute! And if she sees me like this,” and she grabbed her purple shirt from the back of the couch, “she’ll never ask you her request and you won’t get your surprise.” We kissed passionately as she threw on her shirt and I escorted her to the back door, where the gate I installed in the fence between our houses concealed her escape back home. It was only a matter of a couple of minutes before I heard the car pull back into the drive and saw Amy climb out of the car, take hold of bundles from the back seat and head inside the house.

It was only ten minutes later that the phone rang and the ID said “Thomas Martin”, which I knew to be Tom and Amy’s phone. I picked up the receiver.

“Hiya,” came the cheerful voice on the other end, “you ok?”

“Yeah, fine,” I responded, “you?”

“Oh you know, same shite different day, luv,” Amy said, “so the reason for my ringing you is that I wanted to ask you a request and I thought it best to do so over dinner tonight… if you are available that is.”

“Sure,” I told her, “dinner sounds wonderful. That way I don’t have to cook. What’s the request?”

“Why don’t we discuss it over dinner,” Amy replied, “that way if you don’t want to, we all can just get fat and pissed. Hahahaha.”

“Hahaha,” I laughed in return, “that sounds terrific, what kind of wine should I get, red or white?”

“Well, we’re having lamb steaks on the grill, if Tom doesn’t completely destroy them, so your choice I guess.” She said.

“I’ll head off to the off-license now and see what they have,” I told her, “what time?”

“I was thinking 7:00?” she said, “if that’s not too late.”

“7 is perfect,” I told her, “that way I can get cleaned up, and still have time to go get the wine.”

“Lovely,” she said, “see you then. Cheers, luv.”

“Cheers”, I replied. I hung up the phone, and enthusiastically got into the shower and cleaned Chrystal off of my body. Cleaned my teeth and put a touch of mousse in my hair to make an attempt at getting it to look smart. I dressed in a pale blue polo shirt and tan trousers with tan casual shoes without socks. With all the activity I was having, my waist had shrunk to a size smaller, so I needed a belt with the trousers which would have sunk to my knees otherwise. And I am not a rapper!

I walked the several blocks to my friendly off-license where the keyboard player for my band worked.

“Hiya, mate, you ok?” he greeted me, shaking my hand.

“Yeah, you?” I answered, smiling. “Look mate, I’m invited to dinner with my neighbours. They’re having lamb steaks, and I don’t know what wine to serve with it. Can you help?”

“Ah, no worries, mate, come with me,” he said and headed to the red wine section. “Is this a date or just a meet-n-greet?”

“Definitely the latter, mate.” I told him.

“Well, for that I’d recommend…” he hesitated, looking down at the various selections in the racks. “Ah yeah, ‘ere it is, knew we ‘ad it. It’s a nice little Bordeaux from France, not that expensive, but it’ll do the trick nicely.”

I took three bottles, in case the request was out of order and we all just wanted to get pissed. Then walked the several blocks back to my house, and as I was approaching I looked to Amy’s house and on the second floor, there was Chrystal in the window. She was wearing a light pink bathrobe, which she opened at the fold and exposed her body to me, then moved to the window itself and pressed herself to the glass, legs spread apart and breasts compressed against the window pane. After all the afternoon’s activity, I still wished I were that glass. If Chrystal got pissed along with the rest of us, no telling what “secrets” she might expose as well. Then we’d definitely be in the soup!

After puttering around the house, putting on the telly for a bit, it was now 7:00 and I grabbed the bag of wine bottles and headed next door. Ringing the bell, I heard Chrystal say, “I’ve got it,” and opened the door barefoot in a green, patterned, spaghetti-strapped mini-dress and, I was sure, nothing else. She looked quickly behind her, then kissed me deeply before taking my hand and leading me to the interior of the house. For some reason, one of the straps kept falling off of her shoulder, assuring me that she was not wearing a bra (if she ever did) beneath her dress. We went into the kitchen where Tom was cooking the lamb, turning it over on the inside grill and sprinkling seasoning on it with each turn. Amy was fixing salad in a large bowl and what smelled like garlic mash on the stove.

“Hiya, mate,” Tom said cheerfully, “y’all right?”

“Yeah, mate, you?” I returned the cheerful greeting. “I brought you a little something that the off-license said would go well with the lamb. So if it’s crap, it’s not my fault.” We all laughed.

“How lovely,” said Amy and we kissed on both cheeks. “Well, don’t stand on precedent, you know where the Ankara escort bayan wine opener is and the glasses are. Carry on, luv.”

I found the wine opener in the usual drawer and wine glasses hung up on their rack. So I opened with first bottle and poured the four glasses.

“To, hopefully, nice surprises,” I said and we all toasted. Chrystal shot me an erotic look behind her parents’ back as she took her first sip as her strap fell again.

“Ooh, that is nice,” Amy said. But Chrystal wasn’t having it.

“Ugh,” she said, re-adjusting her strap, “that’s horrid, I’ll stick with mine. Does anyone want to finish this?” And with that, she put the glass down on the counter and went to the fridge for a “wine cooler”, which she untwisted the top and took a large swig.

“Yeah, that’s all right, Chrys,” Tom said, “it won’t go to waste. Yeah, mate, as Amy said, that is nice. Mind if I keep the bottle for the next time we make lamb?”

“You know dear,” Amy said, “I don’t know what it is with that dress, but it’s not made right… the straps I mean.” And Chrystal just shrugged.

“No worries, mate,” I told him. After a bit of chitter-chatter, Amy called for Jason, their son, who bounded down the stairs and took up a place next to his sister at the table. Amy and Tom sat at opposite ends of the rectangular table and I sat across from Jason and Chrystal. As the food got passed from one to another, all of a sudden, I felt a bare foot creeping up my leg and massaging my crotch. I gave Chrystal a warning look and she withdrew her foot reluctantly.

“So,” Amy said after all the food had been disbursed, “we have a favour to ask of you. You don’t have to feel obligated to do it if you don’t feel you have the time or inclination, but it would do us a huge relief.”

“Ask away,” I told her, clearly confused as to what the request might be.

“Tom and I haven’t been on holiday for several years now, and we have an opportunity to go to the Dominican. Now we’ve already checked with my sister, who lives in the next town, and Jason can stay with them. But it’s Chrystal, you see. She doesn’t want to go to my sister’s and I didn’t have air fare for her to come with us. So… we were wondering… could you just check in on her from time to time, she is of that age where we don’t want things to get out of hand. We can pay you for it, so now worries on that score. We’ve already talked it over with her and she’s fine with that arrangement. There are very few rules, as you know. She can have girls over, but no boys, right?”

“Right,” Chrystal answered in mock annoyance.

“So, what do you think?” Amy asked, “could you do that for us?”

“No, I think that would be fine,” I replied, my heart doing flip-flops in excitement.

“And watch her drinking if you don’t mind,” Amy instructed, “she loves those sickly sweet, fruity-drinks, so just be mindful. Ok?”

“Absolutely, no worries,” I said, supressing my delight, “and if Chrystal is ok with it, that’s great.” There was her bare foot again and suddenly my trousers were getting very tight in the crotch area.

“Oh, thank god,” Amy said, “we were so nervous that you wouldn’t want to, and then what would we do? Oh thank you so much.”

“When do you leave,” I asked.

“At the end of the week,” she said, “it was all very last minute. One of Tom’s uncles owns a bed-and- breakfast on Dominica and they can’t go even though it’s empty at this time, so they offered it us. Isn’t that marvellous? We’ll only be gone a fortnight, but this really helps us out, you have no idea.”

“Fantastic,” I said with equal enthusiasm at the thought of two weeks with Chrystal without having to sneak about. All I could think about was “my poor penis”. He’s going to be so overworked that he’s going to need a holiday!

We toasted again and finished eating and talking. The three of us finished the three bottles of wine, and after the meal and pudding, I headed back to my house. Chrystal escorted me to the door, and we kissed very passionately at the entry way and she draped her leg over mine, lifting her dress to confirm that she was completely nude beneath. She released me and whispered, “Tonight?” I shook my head, as I was completely drunk and knew I couldn’t have done anything romantic even if it were Chrystal. She looked disappointed, but we kissed again, before we heard her mum in the background, “Would you let him go? You’re going to have to spend two weeks with him you know.”

I stumbled on home and crawled into bed, overjoyed at the prospect of a fortnight with Chrystal in my bed, her bed, maybe even her parent’s bed, and anywhere else we wanted to be.

The rest of the week passed incredibly slowly, despite the music lessons and band practice. Chrystal and I were being as careful as possible, to assure her parents wouldn’t take back their offer for me to “check in on her”.

Finally Friday arrived and with tears in her eyes, Amy, and Tom as well, said good-bye to all of us on the front lawn of our Escort Ankara houses and got into the taxi taking them to the airport. Half-an-hour later, Amy’s sister, Judy arrived and gathered Jason together with his case for the fortnight away from his home. He kissed his sister good-bye and got into the car.

“You’re sure you can handle Chrystal, then,” Judy asked, “she is a handful you know. Here’s my number if she gives you too much trouble.” And she handed me a slip of paper with her phone number.

“Aunty Judy, I’m all right,” she told her in the most annoyed tone, “I don’t need you meddling into my things, thank you very much.” And she took the paper from me and ripped it in several sections.

“We’ll be just fine, Judy,” I reassured her, “you have a good time with Jason, then. Bye.”

Reluctantly the woman got into her car and Chrystal and I waved as the car left the drive and headed on down the road. Jason and Judy waved back from the down windows of the car and Judy beeped farewell.

Once we saw the car disappear around the corner, Chrystal and I headed back onto my house. We leaped the stairs two-at-a-time, tossing clothing this way and that. We kissed nude on the first floor landing and she grabbed my hand leading me to my room.

“I want you to do the same thing that you did the other day… you know to my arse-hole,” she said, jumping on the bed, and pulling her knees up next to her chest exposing both her vagina and anus to me, “I cleaned it really well. I even douched… with scented liquid.”

I dove on the bed between her legs and licked and sucked and tongued both holes like I was a man in a desert and those were the last two water-holes for miles. I poked my nose into her vagina whilst I inserted my tongue into her arse-hole, then licked from her rear hole to her honey pot, and back and forth repeatedly. Chrystal couldn’t help herself but to orgasm several times, bathing my face and mouth with her delectable juices. After her last orgasm, I held on to the rear side of her thighs and hands-free, I inserted my raging organ into her sopping wet, wide-open vulva. She fairly screamed as I pummelled her continually, to the point that I was sure our neighbours heard every delightful utterance. Maybe even the neighbours on the next street! She came several more times and I kept slipping out of her vagina with the wetness, but always managed to find my way back inside. In short order, I exploded my semen inside of her and let out a primal scream of my own. Chrystal grabbed my arse and shoved her index finger into my own arse hole and massaged my prostrate so that I exploded at once more until I had no more secretion to emit.

“Oh… my… god,” Chrystal said, panting thoroughly exhausted. Her blonde hair and body dripping wet with sweat. “That was fuckin’ amazing! I thought we were really good already… but that took it to a whole new level, lover… Holy shite!”

I was also sweating profusely and breathing as if I had just run a marathon. “I know… you are… so fantastic! Where did you learn that…?”

“Well… I thought… you were doing that to me, and I’d return the favour,” she said between exhalations, “I never thought… I’d get… such a reaction. Look… you’re still… dripping out of me.”

Once we had calmed down, and it took about 15 minutes of just catching our breaths, lying next to each other, Chrystal turned on her side facing me.

“You know, I was thinking the other night and today just confirmed it,” she began, “I have a really good friend, Amber, that I knew in college that goes to the same uni as I do. She’s two years older than me, but we kind of got together before you moved in and we started. I hadn’t even seen her around campus since that time. But last week, I ran into her and told her about you… and us… and she said that she’d like to meet you and I thought… well, why not. What ya think?”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Chrystal,” I said, “there’s always the jealousy thing that’s a possibility. She might not be my type, lots of things.”

“Well, firstly,” Chrystal began, making little patterns on my chest with her finger tips, “she was the one that showed me that website you found me on and how to get tips and all. So, I’m sure she’ll be your ‘type’. She’s blonde and cute, but you better not like her more than me, luv, is all I’m saying.”

“Are you sure that she’d be up for it,” I asked, “I mean after all, I am somebody that she’s never met, and maybe she won’t like me.”

“Oh don’t worry ’bout that, babe,” she reassured me, “I’ve seen her in action with her last partner and you are definitely her type… in fact, that you have this” and she grabbed my semi-erection, “and know how to use it very well, is just her type. Besides, as I said, she and I got together a couple of times already, so there’s no mystery there. But I have expanded my knowledge since then, I’d say, yeah?”

We agreed that Chrystal would ask Amber over for dinner one of the next couple of days and that we would see how things went after (or maybe even before) that. In the meantime, she and I kept up our morning, afternoon and evening activities at both our houses. To the point that the next morning, as I left her house to go to work there was old Mrs Thatcher out pruning her weeds. She gave me such a disapproving look!

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Still, no one knew about our frequent hookups besides our one friend. I was surprised he had been able to keep a secret as he often spills to our other friends but I guess he realized telling someone else would cause a domino effect as everyone around us would soon find out and might ruin what we had going on. It’s been such a rush sneaking around and trying not to get caught! I guess he knows we both would’ve done the same for him given he were in our shoes.

We all decided we’d had enough studying and needed a night out. On a clear weekend we got dressed in our bar clothes and drove three towns over where no one knew us. We danced and drank and danced some more. We both tried to keep it casual but I kept catching his eyes locked on my body. My black lace bodysuit hugged my hourglass figure as my ripped jeans hugged my hips and thighs. My hair half up, half down perfectly framing my face. There was a dribble of sweat glistening on my chest, slowly falling between my tits. I continued swaying my hips back and forth as I watched for his reaction.

He kept trying to keep his eyes up so no one would notice but I could tell it was getting difficult. The more he drank, the more obvious he became. I knew if I wanted to keep sneaking around, I’d have to do something about it. I went to get another drink and asked if he’d come with me as it was a packed bar and the guys typically went with the girls to make sure no strangers got too grabby. He stood behind me at the bar as I ordered my drink to my tab. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my hair back over my shoulder and nibbled on the nape of my neck. I pushed my hips back into him and felt his cock had already started to stiffen.

I grabbed my drink and we went back to the dance floor. We stood next to each other as we both danced to the song. The next song picked up the tempo as people began grinding a bit on one another. All the girls in our group started a line as the guys watched us grind on one another. I was in the front and led the group. I looked him in the eyes as I pulled my hair back and placed my hands on my knees to really lean back onto the girl behind me. As I dropped it low, the line of girls did the same. He couldn’t help but just watch as he wished it was his dick I was grinding my ass up against but not upset to see me grind onto another hot girl. He grabbed his crotch and adjusted his boner as I took a sip from my cup and slowly licked my lips clean of beer foam.

The next song as a bit slower but still one we could dance to. The grind line broke up and we continued to dance in our spots. I made my way back next to him towards the back of the group. I took this chance to tease him a bit more. I turned my back to him and started to grind my ass against his crotch. I could feel his semi filling his pants even more as he ran his fingers slowly up my arm. With one hand around my waist, following my hips with his hips, he ran his other hand over my shoulder. He pulled my hair behind my shoulder and kissed it. I trailed his hand lightly around my neck as he kissed up following my jaw line.

He looked up and saw none of our friends looking our way and he slid his hand over my jeans down to my crotch. He started rubbing hard but gently as I continued to grind. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder in lust as I wanted more. I pulled away from him slightly as I told our knowing friend that we were going to step outside for some cool air.

I grabbed his hand and led him towards the door. He seemed confused as to why we were leaving but he didn’t argue as he figured we were going somewhere to be alone. Once out the doors, he stopped and pulled me to the side. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. I grabbed Ankara escort his waist and pulled him into me as we kissed. I slid my hand around to his crotch and started rubbing him over his pants. He pulled away from our kiss and looked over my shoulder to be sure our friends didn’t follow.

To be sure we wouldn’t get caught, I grabbed his hand again, smirked at him and pulled him down the alley. It was sort of lit but still kinda dark and empty. We walked past the fire escape ladder and he threw me against the wall once again. This time he wasn’t afraid to slide his hand down my pants. He gasped as he felt how warm and wet my panties were just from the excitement on the dance floor. He started rubbing gently as I held onto the back of his neck and moaned slightly in pleasure. I got too worked up and decided enough was enough…I wanted him there and now.

I flipped him around and pushed him against the wall and slid down onto my knees dragging my hands down his chest and stomach. I unzipped his pants with my teeth and reached into his briefs to feel his stiff cock. I pulled it up and out as I began to gently lick the tip. I grasped the base and spit onto his shaft. I started stroking as I teased his head with my tongue. I slobbered all over it and worked my saliva all over his cock. He grabbed my hair as I dropped my jaw to take his entire length into my mouth. I swirled my tongue as I bobbed my head. He threw his head back and groaned, the music from inside just barely covering it up.

He grabbed my hair into his fist and started guiding my head as he thrusted slightly forcing his cock down my throat. I started gagging as he used my mouth as a sex toy. I grabbed the back of his thighs as I followed my lips with my tongue. I ran the tip up and down and across his shaft as his head hit the back of my throat over and over. Drool began dripping down my chin as I slobbered all over his cock. He pulled my head back and looked down at me with my lips around the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue before plunging myself back onto his cock. I took control again as I swallowed his whole length. I cupped his balls gently and played with them as I slurped and bobbed my head. He struggled to contain his moans as I deepthroated him with my tongue shoved out under his shaft just twiddling with his balls.

He grabbed my hair again and took back control. He swung us around pushing my head between his body and the wall. He became very animalistic and I knew he was about to cum. He tried to slow down to last longer but I needed his cum. I slurped and swirled my tongue as he thrusted in and out. He braced himself on the wall as he plunged his cock deep down my throat, my head pinned against the wall by his pelvis as he came deep down my throat.

After he shot his last rope and I’d swallowed every bit, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply. He redid his pants and made sure to wipe my chin and clean me up a bit before we headed back inside to rejoin our friends.

Our knowing friend sees us and smirks as he can figure that we probably fooled around. One of my girl friends came up to me and asked where we were. I told her we went outside for some air and she was a bit confused as our other friend told her I went to the bathroom. I played it off as a simple case of miscommunication and we carried on with our night.

We all partied until we were exhausted and drunk. My roommates were tired and ready to go to bed but I wanted to continue drinking. I was always more of a night owl than my roommates. The plan, they thought, was for our friend to either drive me back home later or I’d crash on one of their couches. Once the plan was sorted out, we all climbed in our designated Ankara escort bayan cars and headed home.

I passed out on his shoulder as I was fairly drunk and needed a power nap for what I knew was in store for the rest of my night. Our friend dropped another friend off at home and then he dropped him and I off at his place and left to go to bed.

We weren’t even through the door before he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him to kiss him. He reached around and cupped my ass as I ran my nails down his muscular back. He broke off and went to let his dog out of her crate. She ran up to me and I pet her a bit as he grabbed the leash to take her out. Stumbling a bit, he left and I went over and sat on the couch.

I couldn’t wait for him and had to touch myself. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand down my pants. I started rubbing softly through the fabric of my body suit. I leaned back and got lost in my own pleasure. I threw my head back and moaned softly as I picked up the pace a bit. I was already dripping from the excitement of the night.

I heard the door open as he walked in. His dog ran up to me and licked my face as he stood in the doorway shocked I got started without him. I stopped to pet her until she calmed down enough to move off the couch. He sat down next to me and I swung my leg around to straddle his lap. I put my arms over his shoulders as I kissed up his neck. I grinded my hips into him and he guided my hips back and forth. I moved my lips up his neck to his lips as we made out.

I continued grinding into him as he brought a hand in between us. He slid it down my pants and continued where I left off. I nibbled on his ear as I moaned softly into it. He still guided my hips with his other hand as he rubbed me gently, then more roughly. He pushed me off to his side onto the couch. He got off and pulled my pants down. I got up and turned to face my ass to him. He smacked it and squeezed it a bit before running his hand up my inner thighs and up my mound.

He leaned his face down and nibbled on my ass before moving down over my pussy. He licked and tasted my juices before he found the snaps of my bodysuit and undid it with his teeth. The back sprung up as the front dropped exposing my bare pussy with a string of my juices still hanging onto it. He stared at it for a second, shocked at how wet I already was.

He didn’t take too long before he spread my ass cheeks and licked my slit to taste my juices. He started eating me out as I moaned into the couch pillow. I reached back and grabbed onto his hand as he sucked on my clit. He started flicking his tongue back and forth as I felt I was about to cum. I moaned louder as he pushed me over the edge. My legs shook under me as he continued to flick his tongue through my orgasm.

He pushed my hips to the side and I fell flipped onto the couch. He sat next to me and I got on my knees in front of him. I ran my hands up his thighs and over his bulge. I licked him through his jeans and nibbled softly around his shaft. I undid his belt and pants before sliding them down. I pulled his briefs down and his cock flopped up against his stomach.

I grasped the base and lifted it as I spit on the head. I swirled my thumb around it as he pulled my tits up out of my top. I took his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue along his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down slowly. Sucking just about an inch or two was driving him insane. I ran my hands up his chest and back down to his hips. I grabbed them tight and plunged my head, taking his entire length down my throat. He groaned as I looked at him and started to slurp as if I was sucking the life out of him.

I pulled my head up and wiped Escort Ankara the drool off my chin and slid it onto his cock as I stroked it once more. He groaned and his cock twitched as I let go. I climbed up slid his pants and briefs off. I straddled one of his legs. I grabbed his neck and kissed him as I started humping his leg. I moaned into his open lips as he guided my hips faster. I grasped his cock and stroked as I rode his thigh. He moved his lips to my neck then tits as I threw my head back and got lost in pleasure. As my hips moved faster, my breaths got shorter as I gasped wanting more.

He picked up the leg that was between his 2 and flipped it over his outer leg. I straddled him and started grinding into his cock. I covered it in my juices as I humped his shaft lustfully. He grabbed my hips and pushed me slightly from him as I lined my hole up with his cock. He lowered me back down slowly as his thick cock squeezed into my swollen pussy. Once fully inside me, I went back to humping adding some bouncing to tease and rode his cock.

He smacked my ass and manhandled my hips as I bounced on his cock. My juices began to drip down his balls. He sat up, picked me up, cock still inside me, and set me down on my back on the coffee table. He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of me. I held onto the table as he picked up the pace. I moaned as he thrusted his fat cock deep inside my leaking hole faster and harder.

Just as I was about to cum again, he pulled out and moved one of my legs off his shoulder and onto the table. He shoved 2 fingers where his cock just was and he fingered me hard and fast being sure to scoop my gspot with his fingers with each swipe. He rubbed my clit with the thumb of his other hand pressing his palm on my pelvis. I quickly grasped for his hand as I felt I was about to explode. He didn’t stop. He kept with this movement another few seconds as I threw my head back, back arched, mouth open and no sound coming out, legs shaking uncontrollably. One last thrust and I couldn’t hold back. My pussy squeezed around his fingers as I squirted into his hand and screamed. I had no restraint. I didn’t care about his neighbors, I just let it all go.

He leaned back as his jaw dropped. “Fuck…you’re a squirter?!” Breathily I answered, “If it’s done right.” He tossed my other leg down and pulled me up to kiss him. He swept me up and tossed me on my stomach on the floor. He pulled my hips up in the air as he lined his cock back up with my hole. He slid in so easily. Without warning, he grabbed my hips and hungrily started pounding into me. I groaned into the cold cement floor as he buried his cock deep inside of me. Over my moans, I heard his grunts and the sound of his hips smacking my ass over and over. He spanked me a few times before leaning forward and grabbing a fistful of my hair.

He continued plowing into me hard as I arched my back. His cock hit my gspot over and over as I felt another orgasm building. My legs started shaking and he picked up the pace. A few more deep hard thrusts and I lost all control. He let go of my hair and I fell forward. I squirted all over his cock, practically forcing it out. My orgasm rushed through me as my body went limp. He smacked my ass and pulled his cock out of me. He rushed up to my face as I used all my effort to roll over and sit up a bit to swallow his cock. He started to cum before I got to him, his cock exploding on my face. I caught what I could in my mouth before swallowing his entire length to finish him off. I tasted the mix of our juices as he shot rope after rope down my throat as he groaned in pure bliss.

He slumped down on the cold floor next to me. The ground felt so good and cold after all the roughness.

As we both caught our breaths, we laughed and he said, “Holy fuck…I’ve never been with a squirter.”

I responded, “I have to be relaxed enough to let it happen.”

He took a deep breath before saying, “Well shit, you need to drink more wine then!”

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Epilogue

So that’s the story! You got it from Bowen and you got it from me. It might sound a little different from Deborah but, essentially it is the same. Everything works out for the best!

Who knew that this little country girl, well if you can call a girl with 36D boobs little, could have the adventures that I had. Think of it, who would pair a hick cowgirl like me to a tweedy academic like Bowen? Not likely! On top of that, think about a poly-amorous babe such as I, finding herself in the upper crust of society…well, society sex play, anyway.

There is one episode that I left out that epitomizes this whole series of stories, though. It happened but if anybody came to me and asked me about it, I would deny it, mainly because, only one person other than me knew about it and nobody really saw me do it, despite the number of people involved. I will explain:

“The Corral”, that bar/restaurant in my home town was going crazy on a Saturday night. This was before I met Bowen but after I was well past being 18 years old. I had a hankering to give some blowjobs but coming right out in the open wasn’t an option.

There were three bathrooms in the place, two in the bar–Cowboys and Cowgirls–and one small “unisex” one in the back room of the restaurant kitchen. On a Saturday night, the kitchen closed down at 9:00PM after the clean-up, that back room was vacant until the 11:59 closing time. “Somehow” a hole got carved into the door that night, big enough for a penis to fit through but not big enough for anyone to see inside the room when it was dark. You got it! A Gloryhole!

My girlfriend, Phyllis knew who the guys in the bar were who weren’t going to get laid so, she approached them one by one, whispered in their ears and Ankara bayan escort surreptitiously led them back to the kitchen to get their cocks sucked. She told each one that if they ever said a word about this to anyone–even the other guys in the bar– she would make sure the whole town would find out about it. Nobody really knew it was me, except Phyllis and…well…we had a “special relationship” that she wouldn’t have wanted talked about either.

I sucked cocks, one by one, for most of the next two hours. By my count, I got 18 guys off. I am almost embarrassed to say that I recognized some of the cocks by sight as they slid through the opening in the door…some, but not most.

So, what is it like to suck that many cocks? Well, for me it was deliciously exciting. Just hearing the guys do their “man groan” when they came was fun enough…It is strange how much alike they sounded, though. But the cocks weren’t all the same. They were long, short, stubby, thin and thick, circumcised and not. I made sure I had a sanitary wipe to clean them off before I put them in my mouth and made darn sure, there wasn’t anything funny seeping out them before I did. Besides, Phyllis pretty much knew the character of the guys she selected. She wasn’t going to steer me a total jerk…good old Phyllis!

When the place closed down at 11:59PM, remember no booze served in that town on Sunday, Phyllis covered for me so I wouldn’t be seen leaving the kitchen.

Now, that became somewhat of an urban legend in the town. I was a suspect and so were some other girls in town but nobody but Phyllis and I really knew the truth.

Every now and again the subject came up (no pun intended) and someone would say , “Hey, did you hear about that girl at Escort bayan Ankara The Corral giving blowjobs in the kitchen?”

My answer always was, “What makes you think it was a girl?”

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It is interesting, though that one of the turning points in this whole story is Deborah’s realization that she really enjoys blowjobs and tasting and swallowing cum So, as long as we are on the subject of the taste of cum, I have a word or two to say. I honestly don’t see what the big deal is…I never have…from my first blowjob to now.

Lots of women don’t like it. They won’t do a blow job to begin with…and well…maybe they will but not after they’ve nailed a husband. That’s why you guys start getting head elsewhere, I know that. I’ve been the “elsewhere” on more than one occasion. A lot of women don’t like cum; most guys don’t like cum–of course some do and they aren’t necessarily gay, either. But back to women and cum.

Now, the women who like cum, like me, mostly really like cum. It’s an acquired taste, I think, just like bleu cheese, or escargot, or oysters. Now oysters, that’s pretty close to swallowing a load of cum, maybe not as tasty but about the same texture. Oysters have a lot of food value and so does cum, although you have swallow a lot of cum to really get that much nutrition.

The other thing about the taste of cum is the guy. Some guys’ cum tastes good and others not so good. I’m not exactly a cum connoisseur but I do know what I like. I won’t blow a guy more than once whose cum doesn’t taste good. Diet does have a lot to do with it. An then there are the guys whose cock smells so bad and I can’t get past that to even get a load of cum. Forget THEM!

Need Bayan escort Ankara I also remind anyone that “transactional” blowjobs served me well over the years but I wouldn’t have done…or do…them if I didn’t want to or, in pretty much all of the cases, enjoyed doing it. Where would I be today if I didn’t?

So, Deborah and cum! Well you know from what I’ve told you already, Deborah was off sex with men practically her whole life because of the early bad experience she had. She gravitated toward women and was exclusively lesbian until she was in her 50’s. Given that lifestyle, she wasn’t ever going to have a chance to sample cum. But when we got together, her horizons broadened. Because she loved me, and I her, she found herself doing lots of things she never thought she would. One of those was getting into multi-partner bi-sexual sex. Once she got a taste of Bowen’s cum, wanted more, and there was plenty more of it for her, from Bowen mainly.

Deborah understands now, what I have understood most of my life, and what Bowen…being married to me…came to understand: My having sex with a woman is not a betrayal in our relationship, if anything, for us it strengthens it. He is happy when I’m happy and I’m happy having sex with him and another woman. I told Bowen early on that there was no man who was going to take me away from him. It turned out that it was a woman who came close to taking me away from him, Deborah. Are blowjobs and taste of cum important? You need to ask?

Bowen stays close to home. He doesn’t really desire much by way of extracurricular sexual adventure. Deborah and I, on the other hand, started our relationship as a sexual adventure and it just grew. She and I still have fun, mainly with other women…but sometimes with men that we can trust to know what the score. Sometimes those are men to are attached to the other women that Deborah and I are attracted to. If that works out, GREAT; if it doesn’t work out, GREAT.

Deborah and I have each other and we both have Bowen! And as Bowen says, “Hey, I get to fuck my Boss!”

The End…Probably

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