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Chapter 55

We had all settled into a steady schedule of sex and good times and the next few years went by pretty quick. The twins 18th birthday finally arrived and I knew I was going to be in for a wild night, they had been held off for the three years since I arrived.

Julie planned the party and we all had a great time and because they were the last ones to come of age in our group. Everyone gave them great presents and I had gone into Knoxville to find something special for them. I decided to get them I-Pads and they were beside themselves when they opened them up.

As usual everyone ended up naked and all the women lined up to kiss the twins on the pussy as their welcome to adult times. By the time they were done they had cum a few times and looked a little ragged. I decided to wait until we were alone to do what they had been waiting for three years for. Around 11 pm everyone had left and they came to me and sat on my lap.

I had already started to get hard and when they reached out to stroke me it didn’t take an awful lot to get really stiff. Carrie stroked me a few more times and I was waiting to see how far she would go. She would stroke down with a light grip and grip me hard on the upstroke. It didn’t take a lot before a drop of precum appeared on the tip of my cock. She bent down and instead of licking me she took my cock in her mouth and sucked me hard. Kim threw a fit because Carrie had done more than she had done and now Kim wanted equal rights.

Julie didn’t bat an eye when Carrie sucked me and Kim came over and knelt down by her sister. Carrie let my cock go with a pop and held it so Kim could get suck me also. Their tits were about a c cup and I was amazed that they still had puffy nipples like they had when they first developed, talk about suckable tits, they sure had them.

My libido was rising as they traded my cock back and forth. Julie sat in a chair opposite me and was playing with her cunt lips and clit. I had a fleeting thought about Carol and where she might be hiding. Julie got up and came over, bending down and giving me a passionate kiss. I sucked her tongue and she did the same to me and it felt like she was sucking it like a cock.

I felt the twins shift positions and hands were stroking my cock and cupping my balls. Another suck from someone and I could feel their soft hair on my belly. I knew it had to be Carol because the twins had short cropped hair. I wondered where the twins had gone when Julie released my lips and Carrie took her place. Carol and Kim traded places and Julie was back in the chair fingering herself.

I had a fleeting thought that I had been a victim of a set up but it was too late to do much besides go with it or run for my life. I knew everyone was on birth control so I didn’t have to worry about getting anyone pregnant and I was sure tonight was the night that Carrie and Kim were going to get their wish for a real cock.

I felt someone grasp my cock and someone straddling my hips and then my cock entered the smooth wet tunnel of a cock virgin pussy. Carrie stopped kissing me so she could watch Kim riding my shaft. The look on her face was something to behold as she was cumming constantly from the first touch of my cock on her pussy lips. She lowered herself until she was fully impaled and just sat there squeezing me with her youthful cunt. Her clit was extended and Carrie reached down and stroked it like it was a little cock.

I was doing my best to hold back because I knew Carrie would want her share so I just let Kim ride and get herself off. They would get a chance for some one on one fucking in the future but today it was just their first real cock in their pussies.

Kim had a good orgasm and reluctantly got off me and Carrie didn’t waste any time taking her place, taking me fully as she dropped down on my rod. She didn’t just sit and massage my cock like her sister did but used her hips to fuck me like she had been doing it all her life. I thought maybe that her and Kim had strapons and had practiced with one another.

Her tits were bouncing around and I tried to capture one so I could suck it but she was so wild I couldn’t get to it so Kim held one of hers out to me and I gladly sucked her puffy nipple hard taking most of it deep in my mouth. Carrie was fucking me hard and had gotten off a few times, squirting little bursts with every orgasm she had. She finally collapsed against me and I slipped my cock out of her so she could slide off me onto the floor.

Kim pulled me to my feet and lay down on the couch pulling me to her spread legs. She raised her knees to her chest and gave me a good target as I sunk my cock in her pussy until my balls rubbed her ass. I pumped my shaft into her hard and fast and she had an orgasm before I stroked her a dozen times but kept fucking me back like a possessed demon. These girls would be the death of me and I hoped I could stay with them for the remainder of the night.

Julie and Carol were in a 69 and they Belek travesti sucked at each other leaving me and the twins to do our own thing. I had the feeling that Julie was relieved that the twins were finally getting fucked now that they were no longer underage. They fucked me as good as any of the women save Sue or Amanda, they were a breed of their own and they sometimes scared me with their intensity during sex.

Carrie got her second wind and climbed on the arm of the couch so my mouth could suck her sweet youthful pussy. Just a few pussy hairs tickled my nose as she ground against me capturing my face in her wet pussy. Her juices were flowing on me and I was trying to swallow as much as I could but she was flooding me so much that it was impossible. Kim was still fucking me hard, locking her legs around my waist. She reached up and locked her arms around Carries legs so she had some more leverage and her hips battered mine as she orgasm long and hard screaming and crying as she reached the top of her mountain. Carrie was cumming on my tongue and as she reached her peak she slid down off the arm of the couch and settled on Kim’s face for a sisterly lick.

I didn’t think that Kim was aware of what was going on but I was wrong as I heard her say what a sweet pussy Carrie had. I was still fucking Kim and Carrie pushed me back, my cock popped out of Kim’s pussy and Carrie engulfed it with her mouth sucking her sister’s pussy cream, cleaning me from tip to balls. She scooted down and lay on top of Kim so their pussies were on top of one another. I slipped into Carrie and she voiced her appreciation as I stroked her as hard and fast as I had done to Kim. She had an orgasm right away and I pulled out and fucked Kim a dozen strokes and then went back to Carrie. The moans that were coming from them told me I was doing a good thing so I stayed with the program fucking both of them until I was ready to cum for them.

I could feel the pressure building up in my balls and told them that I was going to cum and they pushed me away and got on their knees in front of me. I stroked my own cock as they waited patiently for the cum bath they were about to receive. I grunted as the first volley of cum spurted from my cock and it landed right on Carries tongue, I aimed the next one at Kim and she got the next spurt. Carol came over and pushed them away from me and sucked me deep and took the rest on my cum in her mouth. She got up and went over to Julie and kissed her, sharing my cum with her.

We all just fell where we were and rested. Eventually we were a mass of tangled bodies and we shared the warmth and closeness that great sex gives you. I had some time to think about what just happened and was surprised that I didn’t feel any guilt about fucking the twins. I had held off until they were of age before I fucked them and I knew we would talk about it in the morning. Julie got up and we all went to bed. I stayed on the couch and Julie got me a pillow and covered me up with a blanket.

I could smell coffee brewing so I knew it was morning without opening my eyes. I got up quickly so I could use the bathroom to clean up and pee. I thought I would burst before I got to the toilet and thought I would break the bowl I pissed so hard. Smelling better after a quick shower I went to the kitchen still naked but relaxed. Julie was up and naked as well and as I sat she poured me a cup of coffee. She was silent except for a warm good morning and I felt she needed some time to compose what she was going to say.

“Mike I have to say that I am glad what happened last night. I know how you felt about the twins when they were underage but now they are 18 and were getting desperate and I didn’t want them going somewhere to find some boy who would just fuck them without any feeling except lust. I know that you love them as one of your own and want only the best for them. I know that now that they have had a taste of your cock they will be after you for more just like their sister and me.”

“Julie you know I love all of you and want nothing but the best for everyone. I hope you will remind them that I am not eighteen years old anymore and I have my limitations. I would love to be able to make love to all of you over and over but you know that isn’t possible. Last night I was lucky that you were satisfied to see your daughters get my attention. If you had joined in I am sure I would be dead today.” I replied.

Julie laughed and said one of them would have been pumping on my chest while the others were pumping my cock, they weren’t going to let me off that easy. We heard some noise from another part of the house and figured that someone was getting up or getting off. We didn’t go to see what was going on and Julie said it was par for the course every morning. They needed their tongue and dildo wakeup.

I breathed a sigh of relief and Julie laughed again saying that if they were busy maybe she could have me all to herself. She came over to me and straddled my Kemer travesti lap kissing me good morning and rubbing her cunt and boobs on me. My cock stirred a little and bumped her pussy as it raised his head. I didn’t think I had it in me but stiffy thought differently as it pushed at her pussy. Julie was wet enough so I slipped in without any trouble and she settled down until I was firmly encased in her warm cunt.

She just sat there and her pussy massaged my cock like a hundred fingers traveling up and down my shaft. Her hips were moving in small circular motions and I could feel her contractions as she had little orgasms from time to time. I sucked her nipples and that set off a few more clenches of her pussy. I knew she would explode in a powerful cum without too much action on my part.

I was right as suddenly Julie stiffened and her cunt spasmed around me soaking me with her juices as she orgasmed powerfully. She wouldn’t let go of me so I just flexed my cock to let her know something was still in her and she came again. She finally was done and got off of me and finished cooking breakfast as if nothing had happened. My cock just bobbed up and down because I hadn’t cum yet but I knew I would sooner than later.

The girls finally came out from the back of the house and they were also naked as Julie and I was. They looked hungrily at my half hard cock and I calmly asked if they wanted any breakfast. They all laughed and said a sausage would be fine if I had one they could eat. Julie said they had better get something to eat because they had used up a lot of calories last night. Carol reminded her that she had a big serving of protein but needed some carbs to go with it and went to sit at the table. The twins followed suit and Julie served up bacon, eggs, toast and jam with coffee on the side.

We all ate like there was not going to be another meal and for my part I didn’t think that thought was far from the truth the way that they were looking at me.

I finished my meal and sat back to appreciate the beauty that was before me. The twins had blossomed into beautiful women overnight and Carol was the unbelievable image of her mother.

Carrie was looking back at me and I could see the lust in her eyes, she wanted to fuck and that was all there was too it. Kim was all but drooling looking at me and Carol was licking her lips.

“Ok girls, how are we going to work this, do you want to draw straws or is there going to be a cat fight, winner take all?”

Julie said if there is a fight where winner takes all she is in, and I laughed knowing that at some point she wants her share of my cock again.

The three girls got out of their chairs and took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. Julie followed behind and I hoped she had my back if things got rough. They pushed me down on the bed and all four attacked me with kisses, sucks, nibbles and groping.

I thought I had died and went to heaven with all the feminine bodies smothering me. No matter where I moved my hands there was a pussy or a breast to fill it. Julie straddled my chest and moved forward until her clit was in my mouth. I pulled her a little closer and sunk my tongue in her pussy, savoring the cream that was leaking from her.

A pussy was in each hand and I pushed a few fingers inside and found the g-spots. I felt a pussy engulf my cock and the heat drove me nuts as the lips closed around the root of my shaft. Juice was leaking from her and running down over my balls. To say she was wet in an understatement.

I knew who was on my face but I didn’t know who else was where. I had a feeling that Carol was on my cock and the twins were just waiting their turn. I had the feeling I was on a turntable and they would just revolve but whether it would be clockwise was anybody’s guess. The two girls on my hands were easily taking two fingers each and they surprised me when they both turned around so I was entering them from behind. I wet my thumbs in pussy juice and teased their ass holes. I felt them push back and I slid my thumb deep in their asses. That made a difference and they squirmed and wiggled as I finger fucked them in a double penetration.

Julie was close to having her first climax and I concentrated on getting her off. I sucked her clit and she pushed forward and my chin rubbed her cunt spreading it wide and my scratchy stubble drove her over the edge.

Carol was fucking me hard, her cunt soaking me and the bed as she came over and over. I drove upwards as much as I could without using my hands as they were busy elsewhere. I loved it when the woman is on top because they can do what feels good to them. I felt her turn around and it was a completely different feeling fucking her from behind at this angle. Julie had rolled off me and I could see who was where. My guesses were correct so I just let everyone have their own way. Kim noticed that my mouth was available and she took advantage of the empty spot riding my face like her mother had Konyaaltı travesti done.

Carrie must have thought that Carol had enough of me and coaxed her off my cock and quickly taking her place. She reached around Kim and was playing with her breasts and I reached up to massage Carries firm tits.

I had a feeling that Kim and Carrie would be switching back and forth each fucking me until they had an orgasm and then starting over again. Julie and Carol were again helping each other as I serviced the twins. Carrie tapped Kim on the shoulder and they switched places without missing a beat. I never saw two people so in tune with each other as these two. I wanted to cum in one of them and watch the other eat my batter from her pussy. As it turned I was the one eating cum from Kim’s cunt.

I had held off making sure that Carrie and Kim were getting orgasm after orgasm when I felt my nut starting its voyage up my cock. I held on to Kim as she ground down on me and spewed my seed deep in her pussy.

She held herself there so she could feel the pulse of my cock as it emptied into her. When I was done she moved up and placed her pussy on over my face. I could see the cum starting to drizzle out of her quim as she lowered it to my mouth.

I am not a fan of eating my own cum but I have not found it unpleasant in the past, mix it with girl cum and it is quite palatable. I stuck my tongue up her twat and scooped the rich mixture of our lovemaking from her. She squeezed her cunt muscles and another glob dropped on my tongue. I swallowed her offerings as quick as I could so I didn’t miss any while she had another orgasm that expelled what was left in her into my mouth. Carrie was behind her massaging her tits and masturbating my cock with her spread cunt lips. We finally fell in a heap with a tangle of arms and legs. Julie and Carol joined us on the bed, exhausted we held each other and we all took a nap.

I revived first and managed to extradite myself from the pile. I went into the bathroom to pee and clean up. I was hungry so I went to the kitchen to see if I could find something to fix for lunch and pretty soon Julie joined me. She looked totally fucked out and hadn’t bothered to dress, her nipples were still hard and I could smell her arousal even though she had washed. She sat and watched me fixing lunch and said she was happy that I had been understanding about the twins.

I said that I had a little guilt even though I hadn’t fucked them but I knew it was going to happen before they were legal because they were living in a permissive society and I resigned myself to be the ONE rather than them finding someone that would take advantage of them. I was glad that they had waited for me to do them when they turned 18. Julie agreed saying she knew I would make their first experience a good one. I finished my lunch with her and left before the girls awakened and wanted to start again.

Chapter 56

I had a few days to rest up before Carrie showed up at my door. I invited her in and was surprised when she turned on both porch lights.

“I talked with Kim and we agreed that each of us should have you all to ourselves from time to time. We drew straws and I won the lottery today. Now that you have had some rest I want you to fuck me like I deserve to be fucked. You made us wait 3 years and now you had better have stored up all the cum you could because I want all of it.”

I chuckled and took her in my arms and kissed her like a woman should be kissed. My tongue met hers and we dueled like a couple of swordfighters as our house of passion was built brick by brick. Carrie was naked in a flash and I didn’t realize just how little clothes she had been wearing. She had been used to me being naked around my house and grounds the past few years so whenever she and Kim had visited they stripped down to the skin, joining me in my new found nudism. Today was no different but before I had seen them so much I was able to keep my cock under control but today was different and it was a raging bull.

Carrie was everything I thought she would be, beautiful, outspoken, strong and sexually liberated with no hang ups about having fun with either sex. Having grown up with so much sex going on around her she was ready for everything.

“Well, are you going to fuck me or just keep standing there looking at me”

“Well I was going to spread your legs and eat your pussy for you but if you just want to fuck we can do that”

Carrie launched herself at me and we staggered back until we hit the couch. I sat down with a plop and she was already straddling my lap rubbing her cunt along my cock, kissing me at the same time. Her gash was sopping wet and she slid back and forth on my cock lubing me up for the first dip in her velvet tunnel.

She rose up and so did my cock nudging her hot wet flower. She sat down hard and I was glad I was lined up because if she missed I would have broken my cock off. I slid into her like a knife thru butter and she squeezed me hard and stiffened as she got a little cum. I held her hips and lifted her a little and dropped her back down. That set her off like she was probed with a hot poker. Her hips were a blur as she fucked me, grinding one minute and stroking the next.

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Chapter 3: Robin

The slapping of skin echoed through the room and mixed with the grunts and groans as I pounded into Robin’s ass repeatedly. “Oh shit Frank, harder. Fuck me harder.”

I increased the pace like she asked and felt my balls start to tingle with my impending orgasm. I’d already unloaded into her pussy and after a short rest, intended on filling her ass. I could feel her fingers rubbing her clit as she neared another orgasm.

“Fuck Robin. I’m going to cum.”

“Oh, cum for me. Fill my ass.”

Two more strokes and I was shooting into her. My first explosion almost hurt it was so intense and as soon as she felt my hot cream enter her, she came as well. I thrust a couple more times before sitting back on my heels. My softening cock was still buried in her ass, but fell out once it had deflated. Robin lay there with her ass still in the air and I watched as my latest load came spilling out of her ass and ran down her legs.

“That was incredible Frank. I love the way you fuck my ass.”

“I love it too. Your ass feels so good.”

She rolled onto her side and I lay down next to her. After Lucy and I had broken up, I stayed away from everyone for a while. I especially stayed away from Robin because I didn’t want her to think I was only interested in sex. One night I ran into her at the bar and after talking for a while, we resumed our previous arrangement. The last time before I’d started dating Lucy I had taken her ass cherry and she enjoyed it so much that we did it every time we got together now.

We met at least twice a week for the last month and her ass was at a point where it didn’t take much to enter her. But that first time together again was incredible. She told me that she had kept her promise to herself that she would sleep around anymore, but she also hadn’t dated anyone in the six months I had been with Lucy. So I figured it had been at least seven months for her, which according to her own admission was extremely difficult.

The woman loved sex. But since she wasn’t having any, she refocused her sexual energy on working out. And the results were amazing. When she started working out, she was a size seven and weighed about one thirty. Now she was a size three and weighed about one ten and looked absolutely amazing. Her abs were tight and showed off a nice six pack and her ass was beyond words. The first time we hooked up after we ran into each other again I was speechless. She knew she was looking good and took her time stripping to show off her new body.

A month later, I had been over her entire body thoroughly and became acquainted with everything she liked. Our relationship still remained friends with benefits and we both planned to keep it that way. At least for now.

As for some other things going on, Cindy was away at school and having a good time. Tommy and Billy were tearing it up on the football field and I was just enjoying life. I still had bad periods thinking about April and I hoped to never stop having them. But at least we had all moved forward with our lives. April would have wanted that.

“So, what do you have planned for tonight?” Robin asked, interrupting my thoughts.

“I’m going to the game tonight. It should be a good one.”

“The team is looking good this year. Think they’ll make it to states?”

“I’m sure they will. They’ve been killing everyone this year. It’ll be a tough one tonight. It’s their biggest rival, so I’m sure they’ll be ready to go though.”

“I wish I could go, but I have to work. Can I see you on Sunday?” I was slightly surprised to hear her say that about the game. Robin had never expressed interest in going before.

“I’m not sure. Can I get back to you?”

“Of course. Sunday ends my week so maybe we can do something together on Monday.”

“Probably not till after lunch. I’ve got some work to get done. Does that work for you?”

“Definitely. I’ll mark it down.” She kissed me, rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I got to admire her ass again as she held it tight so as not to drip onto the carpet. I lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling thinking about Robin’s desire to go to a game. By the time she’d crawled back into bed, I still hadn’t figured out what she meant. Of course, maybe I was thinking too much. It’s not like she didn’t know the kids and of course they knew her.

“What time does your shift start tonight? Same as usual?”

“Seven, just like every other night. I was thinking about changing shifts though. One of the girls on days is leaving on maternity leave and I have a chance to take her spot.”

“That would be nice. At least you’d have a normal schedule.”

She smiled at me and looked into my eyes. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking and the moment dragged on for a few more minutes. Surprisingly, she got out of bed and went back into the bathroom. She came out a moment later with a wash cloth and cleaned my dick up for me. She put the wash cloth back into the bathroom, climbed back into bed and snuggled up against me.

“If I do, Lara Travesti that means we’d have to stop out morning meetings you know.”

“I guess we would. We’d still get to see each other though, wouldn’t we?”

Her smile got much bigger and she said “Of course. Maybe we could even go out on a real date.”

“We can go on a real date now if you’d see me more then when you get off of work.”

“I would like that. Maybe this week?”

“It’s a date. Maybe you’ll even get lucky, although I don’t kiss on a first date anymore.”

I laughed hard at that and she laughed with me. She had her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. She quickly fell asleep, so I pulled away and went up to my office to get some work done. Lucy and I had just bought a recently foreclosed home that needed a lot of work, so I had to put together the to-do list so we could get started.

The business had already met with success as we’d flipped three houses in the past two months, earning a very healthy profit on each. But this one was going to be more challenging. The entire roof needed to be replaced as well as several walls. Before we bought the thing, we had debated what to do about it. The house itself was nice, but the land was incredible. There was five acres with a large pond set not too far from the house. We were trying to decide if we’d fix the house or if it would be cheaper to knock it down and rebuild from scratch. It would cost us more, but we’d also sell it for a lot more, hopefully making a nice profit.

I must have been in the office for longer then I’d expected because I heard the soft footsteps of Robin behind me. I turned to see her approaching me totally naked. Again I admired her amazing body that she’d worked so hard on. She knew I was checking her out and slowed her strut as she approached.

“Am I interrupting anything important?”

“No, just putting together numbers on a new project.”

She came and sat down on my lap and kissed me hard. “I was having the most incredible dream. You want to hear about it?”

“Tell me.”

“I was lying naked on this pool table in the middle of some bar and you were with me. There were a bunch of guys playing pool around us as you mounted me. While we fucked each other senseless, none of the other guys even noticed till I screamed out in orgasm. You came at the same time and pulled away. Your cum leaked out onto the table and the guys got mad at me for messing up the table. Several of them approached and to apologize I let them have their own turns with my body. That’s when I woke up.”

“Sounds like a freaky dream if you ask me.”

“Yeah, but I’m so horny now I was hoping you could help me out.” She looked down at my lap where my hardening cock was making a tent in my shorts. “It looks to me like you have exactly what I need.”

She climbed off my lap and pulled my shorts down. I helped her out by lifting my ass off the chair. Once my cock was free, she quickly took it into her mouth and sucked me back to full hardness. Once she was satisfied I was ready, she stood back up, climbed onto the chair with her knees on either side of my hips, gripped my cock tightly and sank her sopping wet cunt down onto my cock.

“OH SHIT,” she screamed. “That’s exactly what I need.” She proceeded to ride me hard and had a quick orgasm. Once she calmed down, I stood up and walked over to the couch, laid her on her back and slammed my cock into her repeatedly until she had one more orgasm. I pulled out of her and she knew exactly what I wanted. Fortunately, it was what she wanted too and I was soon pushing into her ass, which was slick and loose from our earlier bit of fun. She came one more time, reached back and squeezed my balls, which caused me to shoot another fiery load of cum deep into her ass.

After I pulled out, she ran down the steps and into the bathroom. I grabbed my shorts and followed her down into my bedroom again. When she came out this time, she was dressed.

“Do you want some lunch?”

“No thank you. I’m going to head home and get some sleep. Can I call you tomorrow when I get off work?”

“I should be around.”

“Good. Then I’ll call you in the morning.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me tenderly. She grabbed her bag and was out the door. I shook my head as I went into the kitchen to make some lunch for myself.

Just as I sat down the phone rang. “Hello.”

“Hey dad, it’s Cindy.”

“Hey kiddo. How’s it going?”

“Great. Are you going to be home tonight?”

“No, I’m going to the game tonight. It starts at seven and then I’m supposed to go out for drinks with some of the guys. Why, what’s up?”

“Tina and I wanted to come for a visit. Will you be around this weekend?”

“I have nothing planned so come on home. I’d love to see you guys. It’s been a while.”

“If we’re back in time, we’ll come to the game with you.”

“OK. I’ll cancel my plans and hang with you girls then.”

“No, don’t cancel anything. I’ll call some of the girls and see if Manavgat travesti anyone is around and if not, Tina and I can do something. But we’ll definitely catch up tomorrow.”

“Think you’ll be home for dinner?”

“Probably not. I can’t leave till three and I think I have to wait for Tina. We’ll grab something on the way and meet you at the game.”

“OK. Drive safe and call me when you get there. I’ll be in my usual seat.”

She chuckled. “Is Tommy still making you sit up top?”

“Yeah. I guess I’ve embarrassed him enough.”

“See you tonight dad.”

“Drive safe.”

“Will do. Bye.”

“Bye.”

That was certainly unexpected. But I was sure glad to see the girls again. After Tina told her mom she was leaving for college, the evil bitch had completely kicked her out of her life. It was for the better though. We made room for her in our house and now she had become a permanent member of the family. So every time the girls came home, Tina now had her own room to crash. College has been good for Tina and she was doing well.

The rest of the day sped past and I finished the work on the new project. I wanted to review it before I showed it to Lucy, but I was happy it was completed. I had a quiet dinner and left for the game with enough time to get to my seat before kick-off. A few minutes later, Tina came bouncing down the bleachers and gave me a huge hug that almost knocked me over. Cindy was right behind her and the three of us were in a huge bear hug.

“Boy, someone’s in a great mood. What’s got you so excited?”

“Nothing special. I just haven’t seen you in a while and was happy to see you.” Cindy gave Tina an odd look that was quickly replaced by a big smile.

“You look great dad. I guess you’re taking care of yourself pretty well.”

“Of course. What did you expect? I’d waste away without a female to take care of me?”

Cindy punched me in the arm but didn’t say anything as we watched the opening kickoff. The visitors took the ball first, so we had to wait for Tommy and Billy to take the field.

“I didn’t expect that, but I’m glad you’re not moping about since you broke up with Lucy. I was worried about you.”

“I’m fine. It wasn’t totally unexpected. She was ready for something that I couldn’t give her. We spoke about it and came to a mutual decision. Plus, she’s still in my life. Just not my bed.” Tina turned away, but not before I saw her blush deeply.

“Nice dad. Real nice.” Our conversation was interrupted when the home team intercepted the ball and ran it back for a touchdown. The bleachers erupted and we climbed to our feet. The extra point was good and we were up seven zip. There was still a buzz going through the crowd as the team kicked off again.

“I’m glad you’re happy dad. I really liked Lucy, but she was a bit young for you. Maybe you can meet someone closer to your age this time.” I was about to say something when her phone rang. She walked off a bit to take the call and left just me and Tina. As long as I’d known her, she was very shy.

“How about you Tina? Meet anyone interesting yet?”

She blushed deeply again. “No sir.”

“Tina, you are pretty much family. Please at least call me Frank.”

“Yes sir, I mean Frank.”

I shook my head and looked at her. She had changed a little since going off to college. She looked a little more mature. “You know, now is a good time to have fun. Enjoy yourself. You’re a great girl. You just need to relax.”

She sat quietly looking down at her lap. She was absolutely gorgeous, but had no self-confidence. I know guys are interested because I’ve seen them staring at her. She’s been asked out so many times I’ve lost count, but she always says no. Cindy thinks it has to do with her mom and I always wanted to have a long talk with her, but it was never my place to do it. Maybe Cindy could help me out.

There was another roar from the crowd as the defense came up big again. Now it was time for the offense to take the field. I was on my feet as I watched Tommy and Billy take the field. Tommy played QB and was tearing it up while Billy played RB. The two combined for a deadly force and were breaking all kinds of offensive records. It didn’t take long for Billy to show why he was being highly recruited as a junior. Tommy handed him the ball and Billy blew through the line, leaving several defenders lying on the ground grasping for air as he sprinted to the goal line for a fifty-six yard touchdown. The stands shook as the crowd roared in excitement and the extra point made it fourteen nil.

I felt so much pride at watching the boys play that I hadn’t noticed Cindy come back. I turned to see Tina staring at me and Cindy staring at her, a weird look on Cindy’s face. “Hey Tina, ready to go?”

“You’re leaving already? I thought you were going to hang?”

“We’re meeting some of the girls from high school. I promise, tomorrow we’re all yours.”

I wasn’t all that surprised and just said, “I’m holding you to that.” Cindy kissed my cheek, Side travesti took Tina’s hand and went off to meet her friends. I turned back to the game and enjoyed the first half alone. By then the score had ballooned to thirty one to three and the route was on.

I sat back and looked around the stadium. It was kind of an odd feeling knowing that twenty years ago I was starring in the same place I watched my own kids star. I was thinking back to those days of carefree living when I felt someone sit next to me.

“Dreaming of the days you used to play on that field?”

I turned to see my old friend Sarah sitting on the bench next to me. “Yeah, something like that. How are you? I haven’t seen you since that day at the market. You and Jim back together?”

“No, we’re getting divorced. We just couldn’t work it out. I’m sorry I never called, but I felt weird. I’ve pretty much locked myself away. It’s just too much to deal with.”

I nodded sadly. Its how I felt after April died. “Look, I told you if you needed anything, call.”

“It’s been fine. The only thing I’ve needed was to get laid. And I wasn’t about to call an old friend for that.” She was grinning at me and I just smiled back.

“Don’t think I can handle you?”

She looked surprised at my question. “Don’t let your mouth make an offer the rest of you can’t pay.”

“Hmm, so the rumors about you in high school are true?”

She blushed deeply at that and her mouth opened several times as she tried to speak. “You’re damn memory is a little too good,” she answered. She seemed pissed, but I wasn’t sure if it was with me or with what I had said. In high school she had a reputation as being insatiable. Not slutty, just needing lots of sex. She had one boyfriend in high school and from the talk in the locker room; they spent most of their time naked.

“I’m sorry. That was mean.”

“Just a bit. That asshole Andrew talks too much. Can I tell you a secret? We never had sex. I was a virgin till college.”

I think I hurt my neck when I turned to look at her. “Man, I really am sorry. I just always assumed it was true. Mostly because me and April were like that.”

“Really? I never knew that.” She rolled her eyes at me. “No, me and dick wad never got past second base. Not that I didn’t try. He’s the one that stopped me.” She shook her head at the memory. “Did you know he came out of the closet a while back? I guess that explains some of my frustration.”

For the second time I almost lost my head by turning too fast. “Are you shitting me? I lost track of him after high school. He went to college and never came back.”

“Yeah, but I heard from his parents. So I know the info is good. He told everyone we were having sex to act like one of the guys. I was nothing more than a prop to him. I just wished I’d known sooner. Maybe I could have had more fun.”

“Be patient. I’m surprised you don’t have guys lining up to ask you out.”

“And I’m sure you’d be first on line, right?” I looked down into her green eyes and thought about it. I always thought she was cute, but had never considered her more than a friend. As I looked at her, I saw more than just a cute girl I knew in high school and considered her as an adult.

“Without a doubt. I’ve always thought you were very cute.”

“Yeah, right.” But she was blushing and looked away.

“What are you doing here tonight?”

“The girls wanted to watch the game so I drove them over. As soon as we got here, they found their friends and I haven’t seen them since. I saw you up here and came to say hi. Was that Cindy and Tina I saw before?”

“Yeah. They came home for the weekend but are out with friends tonight.”

“Cindy looks great. College must agree with her. And I didn’t recognize Tina. I can’t believe she’s the daughter of that bitch Margaret. I always hated her.”

“Yeah, well, she’s no better today than when we were in high school. Tina lives with me now when she’s home from school.”

“I’m glad she didn’t turn into her mom. How’s it working with her in your house?”

“She hasn’t actually been there, but the last time the girls were home we got all of her stuff from her mom’s and moved it into my house. She has her own room and doesn’t need a lock anymore. She seems a lot happier now.”

“That’s good. I’m glad to hear it.”

The teams took to the field for the second half and our team took the opening kickoff for a quick score when Tommy threw a perfect pass to his receiver.

“Boy, Tommy sure looks good out there. Has he picked a school yet?”

“No, not yet. He wants to wait till after the season to decide.”

“Boy, you must be proud. Two boys taking after their dad. Maybe I should bring my boys to hang with you. They seem to take after their dad and don’t seem to have much in the way of athletic skills.”

“I should be proof enough that athletics aren’t always a sure thing. Just be happy if they do well in school.”

“That they are doing. Also like their dad.” She got quiet as we watched the game. The score quickly grew and the starting team sat out the entire fourth quarter. Sarah and I made small talk before she left to find her girls. When the game ended, I headed down to the field to find the boys and gave them quick congratulations before heading back to my car.

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Leo envelops me in a big bear hug. I try not to let on how terrified I am. He rubs my back affectionately.

“Take care of yourself, Lyla.”

I let go of him and wipe my eye.

“I’ll try. Thank you, for everything. I owe you.”

“No offense, but I hope I never see you again.”

“None taken.”

Leo turns to Omari.

“You ready?”

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yeah, it’s fucking necessary. I’m not dying for y’all. Don’t be a pussy. Just do it.”

Omari sighs wearily and decks Leo. He spits out a mouthful of blood and wipes his face.

“Nice hit, new guy! Shame you’re leaving. Okay, get my eye this time.”

Omari hits him again and I wince at the sound. Leo’s face is already starting to swell but he doesn’t seem too bothered.

“Now hit my nose hard enough for it to bleed, but don’t break it.”

“How do I do that?”

“Figure it out.”

Omari punches him and blood gushes out. I step between them.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough. We need to speed this up. Omari, warm up the car.”

I toss him my keys and he goes outside. I delete the security footage, get my soda out of the fridge, and grab the ropes. I hogtie Leo behind the counter.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah, actually. You’ve obviously done this before.”

“You better shut it before I give you another black eye.”

“So what’s the deal with you and Muhammad Ali?”

“It was end-of-the-world sex. That’s it.”

“Sure.”

I kiss his cheek.

“Good-bye, Leo.”

“I’m rooting for you, kid. See you in another life.”

I stuff a clean rag in his mouth and lock up the shop. I don’t know how long we have before headquarters finds out. I smash our phones with a rock and throw them in the dumpster. A homeless man sleeping under an awning watches us peel out of the lot.

We drive in total silence. I can tell Omari is seething. We fly Üçyol travesti through the endless, hypnotic desert.

Omari erupts out of nowhere. He slams the dashboard with his fist over and over again.

“Whoa, hey. I know you’re angry but please don’t do that. This thing is barely hanging on.”

“Shouldn’t you have a nicer car? What happened to all that mob money?”

“I really am just the bookkeeper for front-of-house, they keep me clean. And I still owe a lot on my student loans.”

“You ruined my life.”

“I ruined your life?”

“Yeah, you heard me. I had a family, I had friends, I coach fucking youth athletics. I have people counting on me. And now, not only can I never go home again, but I gotta worry about them getting murdered by hit men. Fuck you. I can’t even fucking look at you right now.”

“First of all, we’re equally to blame here so you need to stop. You’re right. I should have warned you about the vault since the stakes were unusually high. But you also shouldn’t have come in without my permission, and you’ve worked enough jobs to know that. Second, quit acting like some delicate flower. It’s gambling. You knew what you were getting into. Third, don’t worry about your family. Well, I mean, you know. Leo’s going to tell Mr. G I killed you, or kidnapped you, or something. I forget. Either way, no one’s going to bother them. They might even get some money.”

“Thanks. I guess.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I mean, my family is going to think I was murdered. You didn’t help that much.”

“Yeah, well. Life isn’t great for me either.”

Omari gets quiet again.

“I don’t understand why we couldn’t tell the truth. You’ve worked there for how long? We could have explained.”

“Apparently G wanted me to talk to some IRS guy last night, convince him of something. Leo didn’t say what. They’re getting audited Alanya Travesti now because of us. I’m sorry. We couldn’t stay.”

I glance over at Omari. He stares sullenly out the window.

“I know this sucks. But you have to trust me. The less detail you know, the better.”

He doesn’t answer.

We drive all night and all day. Exhausted, we pull into a shitty roadside motel just after dusk. I extract my go-bag from underneath the spare tire. I put on a cheap brunette wig and take out a Massachusetts ID and an envelope full of cash. We check in and head to our room.

“Edna Appleberg?”

“That’s Miss Appleberg to you. We’ll get you new papers, too.”

“I can’t believe this is my life.”

“You better get with the program, fast. This is happening.”

I close the blinds and prop a chair under the doorknob. Omari lies face down on the bed.

“I’m going to take a shower, don’t run off on me.”

“Where would I even go.”

I stand under the scalding water until it burns my skin. I work up a lather with the cheap motel soap and notice I’m bruised from last night. I stroke myself quietly as I remember the way Omari’s body felt against mine.

I wash my clothes in the sink and carefully wrap a towel around me. When I come out, Omari is sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He’s crying softly.

I sit behind him and rest my cheek against his back. I fold my arms around his waist. Hug him tight. His shoulders rise and fall with every breath.

“I’m sorry. I really am. None of this is fair, and it’s not your fault. It’s just a shitty thing that happened. But I’m going to get us through it. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“No, but I can promise to do everything in my power to keep us safe. We’re not running blind. I have a contingency plan, and you can fit into it if you’d like. Or I can Konyaaltı travesti help you get set up someplace else, and we can go our separate ways. But you’re not alone.”

“I feel alone.”

“You’re not. We’re in this together.”

I gently kiss his spine. I kiss his shoulder blade. Omari reaches back and tugs on my towel until it falls to the bed. He runs his hands over the curve of my ass. I lick and suck his ear lobes. He tips his head onto my shoulder and brings his lips to mine. He kisses me sweetly.

I slide my hands under his shirt and feel his chest and stomach. I extend my legs on either side of his body and he caresses them. I touch his hard cock through his pants, then I wriggle my hand inside. I tighten my grip and work him smoothly. He writhes under my touch.

I hold him close and rub my pussy against the bed. He thrusts into my fist. I cry out into his neck. I squeeze my arm against his chest and grind harder.

Omari gently lies my wet body onto the bedspread. He touches my face softly, then my lips. I take his hand in mine and kiss it. He undresses slowly for me. I touch myself as I watch him.

He teases my nipples with his tongue and brushes my stomach with his fingertips. I play with his hair, close my eyes, and smile for the first time in weeks. He tickles my clitoris with his nose and tastes me. The sheets are cool and damp underneath my skin.

I move my hips into his face and he pushes down on my pelvis. The pressure is intense. I moan and bring my thighs together. He forces them apart and digs his tongue in deeper. I put a pillow over my face to muffle my screams.

Omari comes up for air and I kiss him deeply. Our faces are slick. He enters me and we make love. I collapse into him. He trembles when he cums.

He curls against my back and holds me close. We’re too tired to clean up. I anxiously stare out the window, and my heart stops every time I see headlights. I feel like I have something to lose now.

“If I have to go through this,” Omari murmurs. “I’m glad it’s with you. And not just because I bet you could fuck a bitch up.”

I kiss the palm of his hand.

“Me too.”

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She seemed like such a sweet girl, the kind that makes corruption all the more compelling.

But at best that thought was just a random intrusion, the kind you wave away to avoid distraction from friends who live beyond the boundary.

I was only in town overnight and we agreed to spend the evening at dinner. Obviously I’d entertained other ideas, and we had flirted a little at work and online but those limits had been established in our first few meetings and we had never really tested them again.

She arrived early at my hotel room while I was still recovering from a long day of meetings.

And she looked pretty in that short green dress, something I noted with interest that she enjoyed being told.

I needed a shower so I told her to make herself comfortable. As I closed the door to the bathroom, instinctively I went to lock it. But I didn’t. Not that I expected anything to come of it, I was more curious, or maybe I just wondered about those boundaries after all.

In the shower I felt the usual dramas of the business day wash away as the warm water cascaded around me. Bornova travesti And even though I glanced at the door handle for any evidence of unexpected possibility, I knew that was not going to happen.

Nor was I disappointed since I enjoyed our friendship and the unspoken accommodation we had made with each other over the months.

I changed into my grey slacks, and a comfortable light blue cotton shirt and let myself back into the main bedroom.

My belt was done up but my shirt was unbuttoned and I felt slightly self conscious when I remembered I had a visitor if only because I didn’t want to embarrass her.

She lay on the bed wearing only black panties, a cheeky smile and a pair of leather wrist straps which she had wrapped around the bed head. Her clothes were folded neatly on the top of the dresser drawers in the corner.

I felt the power of my arousal immediately and her smiled widened as she watched the impact on me.

My eyes feasted upon that young supple body and she clearly enjoyed my attention.

Slowly, wordlessly I crossed to the Buca travesti end of the bed and very deliberately ran the tips of my fingers up along the bare flesh on the back of her legs only turning my hand over when I reached the delicious twin mounds of her sculptured behind.

I took a handful of firm flesh and squeezed, delighting in the ripeness. Her eyes closed and a small sigh escaped her mouth.

Lazily her hand reached back and felt my growing erection through my pants.

“Take them off,” she said.

I looked into her eyes. I was all hunger now, but I made no attempt to get undressed.

Instead I took both her ankles in my hands and pulled her body until she was at full stretch, with her arms now extended and the leather straps of her cuffs taut from the tension.

The look on her face held equal measures of uncertainty and desire as I lent into her and whispered coarsely in her ear, “When you’re the girl in the cuffs you don’t get to make the rules. You just get to obey them.”

I stood beside the bed and slowly unthreaded my black leather Konak travesti belt and her eyes were all hunger as I doubled it over in my hands and took a firm grip of it in my right hand.

Staring at her and smiling with equal measures of lust and cruelty I brought the belt down with a firm slap on the mattress beside her. I wanted her to imagine the power in my arms and wrists before I brought it to bear on that soft white flesh.

The next few moments of silence were punctuated only by her shallow breathing.

The sound the belt it made the first time its stung her firm fleshy buttocks brought a satisfying grin to my lips, and a little tear to her eyes.

Softly, I rubbed those sweet, reddening little cheeks as the welt started to rise on her skin.

Her eyes closed over and she writhed just a little, then she whispered just loud enough for me to hear, and her voice broken with hesitancy, “Do it again.”

I leant in and bit on her soft little ear lobe, just enough to make my point.

Then I stood up again, walked to the desk and picked up the phone.

“Room service please. An ice bucket. A bottle of champagne. And strawberries and cream please…”

“Yes that’s right ,” I told the voice on the phone while my eyes devoured the promising feast laid out on my bed before me, “I have a taste for the sweetest things tonight.”

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James is getting ready to leave work when his phone vibrates. He pulls the phone out of his pant pocket and sees he has a new message. He touches the envelop. The message reads, “I have a present for you. Can you come home?”

He cannot help but smile, wondering what this present is that Melanie has for him. Rushing out the door, he jumps in his SUV and races home. James quickly unlocks the door to his house and sets his work bag on the floor at the base of the end-table in the family room. Hoping to see Melanie soon, he rushes into his bedroom to change clothes. To his surprise, Melanie is lying naked on his bed, her legs spread wide. James stops in his tracks. He cannot help but stand frozen in his place and stare.

“Surprise.” Melanie says seductively before sucking on the tip of her index finger.

“Wow. Umm. Hello. This is quite a surprise.” James says, stumbling over his words.

Melanie looks down and sees a bulge in James dress pants. His reaction makes her happy, and even more horny. She has been waiting for this day for a long time. She wasn’t sure if she would ever gain the courage to do it. After much deliberation, she decided it is the right time with the right person. After all, James had been so patient with her over the last few months, teaching her about real estate and giving in to her every sexual demand. There have been many firsts with him, it is now time to take the last step.

James removes his dress shirt and tosses it on the floor while Melanie works on removing his slacks. He can see the wanton desire in her face. He knows he should not be surprised, after all, the entire series of events with her have been a complete surprise to him. Climbing onto the bed, James pulls Melanie close. Her naked body feels warm against his skin. She leans in and kisses him deeply.

James waits a few seconds before braking the kiss. “So, how did you get into my house anyways?”

Melanie giggles. “I was admiring your yard work and I noticed a rock that seemed out of place. I picked it up and noticed it was plastic. I heard something rattle inside. When I turned it over, I saw the door. I opened it and found your spare key, so I decided to surprise you. You don’t mind finding a young woman naked in your bed do you?”

He leans in and gives her a quick peck on the lips before answering. “Absolutely not. I may have to find a better hiding place for my spare key though.”

They both laugh. James slowly begins to caress her breasts with his hand. She moans, encouraging him then pulls his mouth to her neck. “I love when you kiss my neck. It is such a turn-on.”, she tells him.

James takes the hint and softly kisses her neck while continuing to massage her breasts. Melanie runs her left hand up and down his back, softly dragging her nails on occasion. Her actions, encourage him to continue kissing up and down the side of her neck and behind her ear.

Her body is starting to heat up. Wanting more attention on her lower body, Melanie pushes is left hand down. He takes the hint and softly runs his fingers over her mound. She gasps as his fingers run over her labia and graze her anus.

“Are you my present?” James whispers into her ear.

Melanie takes a moment to enjoy the sensations of his fingers massaging her vagina before finally answering. “You have no idea.”

James smiles and gives her a look of confusion. “What does that mean?”

Unhappy his hand stopped moving as he looks at her, she says,”Please don’t stop.”

James Esat travesti hadn’t ever realized he paused. He starts making little soft circles on her swelling lips once again. Her knees pull back against her body, giving him wider access to her inner workings. He slides a finger inside her, rewarded with a faint moan.

“Perhaps your present is me and a friend.” she finally answers.

James looks her in the eyes with a serious look on his face. “Are you being serious?”

“You would like that wouldn’t you?”, she asks, testing him.

“Hmmm. If that is what you wanted.” James replies, being careful not to commit either way.

Melanie reaches down and starts stroking James’ inner thigh. She knows there is no way she could share him with a friend. It isn’t that she feels like he is only her man, it is more that she would feel uncomfortable being naked in front of a friend and seeing a friend naked as well.

Happy to keep him in suspense, Melanie gives him a partial answer. “No we are not having a threesome. I will give your a present that you won’t expect though….in a little bit.”

Sliding a finger inside her wetness, James starts teasing her insides. “You are being a tease today.”

Melanie starts stroking his penis. “I am a tease huh? Is this teasing?”

“Mmm. No that isn’t.” he replies.

James slides a second finger inside her vagina and places his thumb on her clitoral hood. She offers him a longer moan and lifts her hips toward his hand. The pressure of his hand against her clit feels so good. Wanting more, she puts her right hand over his hand and presses down.

“Quit teasing.” she says.

“Horny today aren’t we?” he says, laughing.

“Uh huh.” is her simple reply.

She begins stroking his penis faster, showing him how she wants him to move his hand. James matches her speed and starts moving his two fingers in and out of her spread lips faster. He begins rolling his thumb around the top of her hood and causes her hips to jump. “MMM! I like that. Keep it up.” she says.

Melanie can feel his penis grow and get warmer in her hand. She loves the feeling and the way the penis reacts. She just has to have it in her mouth. In one swift move, she rolls on top of him. His fingers slide out of her. She moves her body down him, her tongue leaving a wet trail down the center of his chest. Her lips slide over the tip of his penis.

Surprised by her aggressiveness, James lets out a long moan.

The taste of his swollen penis makes her mouth water; her vagina twinge in excitement. She knows this will be the last time she tastes his delicious manhood. Taking her time, Melanie slowly moves her lips down his penis, taking as much of him in her mouth as she can handle. Her mouth coats him with saliva.

His hands begin to muss her hair. She loves the feeling of his hands in her hair. Anxious to hear his response, Melanie starts bobbing her head, holding his swollen penis softly between her lips. She holds the base of his manhood and pleasures him. When his hips begin gyrating, she stops bobbing her head and concentrates on the tip of his head for a few seconds. Her tongue swirls around the mushroom head. She looks up at him and smiles, seeing his facial expressions of pleasure.

Melanie doesn’t want to get him too excited so she slides back up his body and presses his penis against the outside of her vagina. James opens his eyes and smiles. He wishes she would allow him to slide inside her, but he knows she Kızılay travesti has repeatedly stated that she doesn’t want to have intercourse because she is saving herself for that special man. He can only hope that he will accidentally slide inside her for a brief moment as they move. He imagines how the warmth of her inner walls would feel against the head of his penis.

Almost ready to give him a present he will never forget, Melanie leaves a trail of wet kisses from his neck to his mouth. She can hear his heavy breaths. She anticipates hearing the sound of his deep, short breaths in her ear very soon. She leaves several long, deep kisses on his lips before propping herself up with her hands. She looks down several inches at his face and gives him a huge, devilish smile.

James’ eyes open wide when Melanie starts grinding her hips against him. He rests his hands on her butt cheeks and does his best to resist from pushing himself inside her. He groans, wanting more, as she slides his penis slightly between the folds of her labia, spreading her wetness over his manhood.

“You are such a tease.” James exclaims.

“Why am I such a tease?” she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

“You know why.” he says. “You know that makes me want you so much.”

“Want me how?” Melanie asks, pulling her hips up, sliding her vagina up his hard penis.

“Oh my God.” He exclaims, feeling his penis begin to throb. “You make me want to be inside you. That is not fair.”

“Oh!” she says, faking realization. Her hips carefully slide down him slowly, one more time.

Her motions are not only teasing him. Each time she slides him between her lips, she feels a strong twinge inside. His hot penis feels great against her inner labia. It makes her want to do it again, more and more. She slides her hips up his length again. The tip of his penis almost slides inside her vagina. She stops just short of inserting him inside her. He moans loudly. She moans in response and takes a deep breath before sliding her hips down, pushing his penis over her now exposed clit. This makes her throw her head back and moan.

She cannot take the teasing anymore. She tries not to think about what is going to happen. It is time. “I am ready to give you your present.” she says.

“I am ready. What is it?” He asks.

Melanie takes one last deep breath then very slowly rolls her hips up his penis. She allows the tip of his head to press inside her vagina. “Enjoy!” she groans as she begins to slowly push his hard manhood inside her vagina. She cannot believe how hot his skin feels inside her. Inch by inch she lowers her hips.

“Holy shit.” James says. “What are you doing?”

Melanie stops a second. “Do you like your present?”

He looks her deep in the eyes and smiles. “Are you sure?”

Pushing her hips down over the rest of his penis and groaning, Melanie says, “I AM SURE!”

She raises her hips until his penis is almost completely out of her. She immediately wants him back inside. James uses his hands to help guide her hips back down on top of him. They both moan deeply. Melanie lowers the top of her body back on top of his chest. Their lips lock. Her hips start moving a little faster. Melanie feels a little awkward, trying to learn a smooth rhythm, having never done this before.

James’ penis slides out of her walls. She groans and feels a little silly. She takes his penis in hand and guides him back inside her. She cannot believe how Alsancak travesti much it stretches her insides. The first few times were painful, now she has adjusted to him and begins to feel pleasure. She cannot believe she waited so long to do this. If she had known it would feel so wonderful being filled, she may have had sex before now.

Realizing she is having a hard time getting rhythm, James rolls over on top of her and takes control. He raises his hips and slowly slides inside her. Her walls grip him. “You are so damn tight.”

She hopes that is a good thing. Her hands wrap around his back and hold him tightly against her body. James pushes her knees up to her ribs, spreading her wider and starts to pick up the pace. Her hips find his rhythm after a few gyrations and push up against him just as his hips push down against her body. She starts moaning over and over. She can hear his breathing growing stronger and getting shorter with each thrust.

Their bodies start smacking against each other. Melanie wraps her ankles around the small of his back and holds onto him with all her might. She buries her mouth into the small of his neck, sucking and biting. Never has she felt such emotion, such pleasure inside. Her vibrator is nothing compared to the feeling of a real man inside her. She can feel tears begin to flow down her face as she gasps for air. He is taking the air out of her chest. The weight of his chest pressing down against her body; the heat exuding off his body, it is all a little too much.

It has been months since James had had intercourse. He stopped looking for another woman the first time she came over to his house. He did not know where this would all lead, but he had no desire to find someone else. The feeling of her walls gripping tightly against his throbbing penis is getting to be too much. He knows he will not last much longer.

The sound of their hips smacking fills the room. The aroma of sex surrounds them. His hips start thrusting hard and fast. She cannot hold her legs against him anymore. Her legs fall to the bed and spread as wide as she can. Her fingers dig deep into his skin as she holds on for life. She can feel her body preparing to have a great release.

His hips start moving in a feverish manner. His moans mix with her moans. Her hips thrust against him, trying to feel him deeper inside. She cannot get enough.

James wants to spill his seed deep inside her. He wants to feel her walls spasm against him, but he knows what it may lead to. After making a few last feverish thrusts, James pulls out. Melanie opens her eyes and groans, wondering why he suddenly stopped. She watches him stroke himself a few times before shooting his seed all over her stomach.

He falls down beside her. Both of them are drenched in sweat. It takes a few minutes for them to finally catch their breath. Melanie can feel the sticky semen on her stomach and chest.

“Did you like your present?”

“Very much so.” he says with a long lasting smile.

Melanie leans over and gives him a peck on the cheek. “I wanted our last time to be very special.”

“Our last time?” James questions her.

“Yes.” she says before pausing a second. “I am getting too emotional. I am liking you too much and I know we won’t work as a couple. I hope you understand.”

He knew this would not last forever, but he didn’t know it would end so abruptly. “Yes. I understand.”

Melanie scoots off the bed and makes her way to the bathroom. She cleans up then dresses without saying a word. Everything suddenly seems awkward. James is still lying on the bed when she returns to the bedroom. She dresses then leans in and kisses him one more time, long and deep.

“Goodbye.” she says, turning around and exiting the room.

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Okay, my babies, here is Chapter 2. We’re picking up the tempo now. Hope you are enjoying it.

XO,

L

*****

SECOND MOVEMENT

[A section of a musical composition in which the progression of the piece continues to unfold…]

Jake paced around his swank hotel room, unable to sit still. It was easier when Frankie was just a distant fantasy – an idealized prototype of the woman he always wanted. Perfect and unattainable. That’s what he was used to.

But now, they were in the same city. And in less than an hour, he was going to be in the same room with her. He was going to actually talk with her for the first time in over ten years. He ran his fingers through his hair, unknowingly disheveling it quite fashionably.

Mint from his toothpaste made the inside of his mouth tingle. Through the leather soles of his boots and all the way through his fine-gauge knit socks, he could perceive the knap of the rug as he walked. The cool cotton of his untucked navy dress shirt felt smooth on his skin – like his senses were overly-sharp. Pressing his palm to his hard, flat stomach, Jake wondered if he should try to eat something, and then immediately dismissed the idea. He was too nervous.

He allowed his mind to wander back to the last time he’d seen her in person. Her graduation from college, three years ago. No one he knew had seen him, he’d made sure of that. But he had to be there – he had to see her accept her diploma. Arranging the scholarship had not been easy – but it was something he could do for her. After his lawyer set up the endowment, it was a simple matter of establishing eligibility criteria that fit Frankie’s situation – a female voice major, from the Massachusetts region, who had raw talent and great financial need.

He still remembered his lawyer’s comical expression when Jake decided to give four-year grants not only to Frankie but also to three other need-based music students who fit the criteria. Hell, it was a good idea and he was sure that it would be a good thing to do. A little nod to karma.

He remembered the bright sunshine of that June day in Boston. He sat far in the back of the audience, hiding behind Aviator sunglasses and a Red Sox baseball cap. Frankie practically glided when she walked. The sun turned her silky hair to white gold. The bell-sleeved gowns worn by all of the graduates seemed to billow mythically on her as she received her diploma and flipped the tassel to the other side of her cap. She glanced back over the crowd, a dazzling smile on her face, until she picked out her family. Frankie’s brothers were making ridiculous hooting sounds, and she laughed, tipping her head back, one graceful hand holding the cap in place. Jake felt dizzy just watching her.

How he’d wished that she’d remembered his letter and had chosen him – that she’d called him after turning eighteen, as he’d hoped. But Frankie had moved on, and he respected that. It didn’t mean that he stopped loving her. He promised to be there for her, so he was – whether she knew it or not. He’d have happily given her more than money, if she’d let him.

Jake was jerked back to the present when his phone chirped. His car was downstairs. He snatched up his smart, pinstriped jacket and shrugged into it, surveilling himself in the mirror one last time. He felt pale under his L.A. tan, but he mentally shrugged – this would have to do. His jeans were genuinely old and distressed, which made them look expensive. He didn’t really know how people dressed for jazz clubs in the lower east side, but he thought this would probably allow him to blend.

Slipping the key to his suite into his pocket alongside his phone, he headed to the elevators. It was all he could do to stop himself from running.

The back of the SUV was cool and quiet, and his driver was mercifully silent as they made their way across town. Lost in his memories, Jake was stunned to suddenly feel the vehicle pull to a stop outside of Strange Fruit. She was somewhere inside.

As the driver jumped out to walk around and open his door, Jake practiced his deep breathing trick. He had to calm down. She was a human being, after all, like everyone else. Maybe she’d be pleased to see him. His manners automatically kicked in, and he thanked his driver politely as he exited. The door to the club was discreet, and the sign was barely noticeable – as if it was an old time speakeasy.

The doorman straightened slightly when he entered, seeing the unmistakable signs of an affluent customer, but Jake never noticed. An attractive young woman with gorgeous coffee-colored skin, a mass of curls and startlingly pale amber eyes flirted with him lightly as she led him to a prime table toward the center of the room. Jake gently asked if he could sit a bit further back from the tiny stage, and without skipping a beat, she pushed back the seat she’d been holding for him, and led him a few tables back.

With a practiced air, she let her arm rest against the back of his seat as she leaned down for his drink order. He could smell her patchouli-based Çankaya travesti cologne. Jake ordered a single malt and a bottle of water, handing over a platinum card as he asked her to keep an open tab.

When the waitress had left, he glanced down at his watch. It was 8:55. He only had to wait five more minutes. Jake suppressed an impatient sigh and adjusted his posture, pushing the small shaded candle on his table a bit further away so it didn’t shine so directly in his line of sight. He decided to kill time thinking about what he would say to her.

‘Hey, there, Frankie. Long time no see…’ Well shit, that was just god-awful.

‘I bet you’re wondering why I’m here…’ Hell no.

‘I can see those Billie Holliday records paid off…’ Not the worst attempt, but still pitiful.

‘You look just the way I always imagined.’ JESUS!! Stalk much? No way.

Jake shook his head a bit, as if trying to clear it. He ran his fingers through his hair again. He really had to get a grip. The cute waitress brought him his Scotch and water. He smiled up at her gratefully.

Without thinking about it he asked: “Should I go ahead and order another one before the show starts?” The only thing betraying the woman’s thoughts was a quickly raised eyebrow, but she recovered immediately and gave him a smooth, professional smile.

“Good idea. We don’t like to create any distractions when my girl is singing. I’ll get that for you right away.” She winked at Jake before she sashayed back toward the bar. The rest of the tables were rapidly filling up, and the room seemed to be almost humming with anticipation.

Jake allowed the whiskey to coat his tongue, letting the burn dissipate, before he took a serious sip. The heat spread down his throat and hit his anxious stomach like a fist. It felt good. Alcohol didn’t usually have much of an effect on him, and he rarely drank very much. But it wouldn’t do to lose control tonight. Jake set down the Scotch and picked up the glass of water, knocking back half in one go.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Frowning, he pulled it out and read the text. It was from Danny.

“ARE YOU SEEING HER TONIGHT?”

Jake typed back a simple “Y. AM AT THE CLUB NOW.”

“LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ASAP. SEE IF YOU CAN GET HER TO COME FOR A TEST.”

Jake laughed a little at the director’s excitement. They’d been over this many times already.

“WE ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS. DON’T WORRY. I AM ON IT. GOTTA GO NOW> SHOW STARTING… TTYL”

Jake put his phone on airplane mode so he would not be disturbed further. As he slipped the phone back in his jacket pocket, the saucy waitress returned with his second drink.

Leaning close to his ear, she said: “This one is on the house, Mr. Garner. We’re big fans of your work.” Jake flushed a little, and leaned back to look at her. She smiled, and it had a slightly deferential look.

Dammit. The credit card. ‘What an idiot I am.’ He thought. He still wasn’t used to being recognized, so he never expected it. But in a music club – well, he should have thought more clearly. If he hadn’t been so distracted…

“Thank you so much. That is very nice of you.” He managed to say back. He could see she was noting his embarrassment. He wondered what she was thinking.

“My pleasure. Let me know if I can get you anything else.” She tilted her head to the side playfully, and winked at him yet again, this time more exaggeratedly.

Somehow, he suddenly knew she was just teasing – though he couldn’t say why. Jake laughed, and felt himself relax for the first time all night. She grinned and laughed with him, seemingly pleased and surprised that he was in on the joke.

“What’s your name?” he asked her. Just like that, she seemed to drop the flirty waitress façade and smiled at him like herself. This smile was genuine and full of wit and confidence.

“I’m Shari. It’s very nice to meet you. I better go – they’re about to come out now. Enjoy the show, Mr. Garner.” She gave his shoulder a friendly little pat before walking away.

Just then, the house lights slowly went down, and the audience – many of whom seemed to be regulars – began to applaud and whistle. The band members came out and bowed elegantly as they took their places. They wore white dinner jackets and black bow ties. In the grainy light of the white spot, against the dark velvet curtain behind them, the retro 1940s authenticity was dramatic. The last man to come out was the piano player, who was apparently also the band leader. The noise from the audience escalated as he appeared, and he waved to a few people as he took a bow, and then held his hands out for the rest of the band. He sat and allowed the applause to die down for a moment. Leaning close to the mic mounted on his baby grand, he said a very short “thank you”. The room went still, and the white spot on the stage dimmed slowly as he intoned:

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present Miss Frankie Rose.” The stage went black. The only light in the club came from the flickering Dikmen travesti shaded candles on each table.

Jake took another drink from his scotch glass, and closed his eyes as the heat exploded down his throat. ‘Here we go…’ he thought.

***

Frankie waited for the spot to go dark, and she stepped silently into place in front of the microphone stand. The tiny piece of glow-in-the-dark tape on the floor guided her into position.

She breathed out silently, then inhaled, dropping her head forward so her hair fell in front of the left side of her face like a silky curtain. The baby blue spot came on suddenly, silently, and all at once she was illuminated in a single column of light. Frankie could hear a few gasps in the crowd – many of the new comers did that. She loved hearing that, but maintained her poker face.

“Good morning heartache, you old gloomy sight.

Good morning heartache, thought we said goodbye last night.”

Harry on the sax blew a melancholy note. Frankie raised her head

“I turned and tossed, until it seemed you had gone…

But here you are, with the dawn.” She held out one gloved hand in a helpless gesture.

The white spot came back up and the entire band joined in. The crowd cheered again but quickly simmered down. Frankie slid one hand up the microphone stand, and she began to sway her hips from side to side in time with the beat.

“Wish I’d forget you, but you’re here to stay.

It seems I met you, when my love went away.

Now each day I start by saying to you:

Good morning heartache, what’s new?”

As the band played the bridge, Frankie looked out into the darkened room, aglow with dozens of tiny candles. Her eyes automatically sought out the phantom who haunted her dreams day and night. Maybe it was the excitable mood she was in, and maybe it was a trick of the darkness, but tonight she could see him more clearly than ever before.

His face was in shadow. It was always in shadow. But tonight she could perceive the line of his shoulders, the way his muscular arms strained the fabric of his jacket, the way the flickering light created blue highlights in his luxuriant hair. Though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could feel his gaze on her like a caress. It was like always, but also, like never before.

A strange tingling spread across her scalp and moved down her neck. She’d read about this once – it was called “autonomous sensory meridian response” – and it created a sense of euphoria. Frankie liked it. She felt alive and really awake.

“Stop haunting me now…” She ran her hands down the sides of her waist and over the curve of her hips.

“Can’t shake you, no how.” She waved one hand in front of her face, as if trying to brush something away in slow motion.

“Just leave me alone.

I’ve got those Monday blues, straight through Sunday blues…” Frankie slid one hand down the front of her throat, and all the way down the deep v-neck of her dress.

Her phantom Jake leaned forward slightly, his body seemed tense. Funny, this never happened before. She was really getting good at the fantasy mode, she thought.

“Good morning heartache, here we go again.

Good morning heartache, you’re the one who knew me when.

Might as well get used to you… hanging around.

Good morning heartache, sit down.” Frankie swept her open palm to the right, as if inviting heartache to actually sit.

This was the point when the band did a little musical interlude. Frankie glanced over at Chance, giving him a crooked grin. She was still on display so even that glance was choreographed.

She allowed the music to wash over her, closing her eyes and letting her body undulate slowly, hypnotically, as the crescendo built.

Opening her eyes again, a rueful expression on her face, she looked out to her phantom. It was nearly time for her cue. She began to act a little, an anguished frown appeared. Like always, a tiny glimmer of tears showed up of their own accord. This song really got to her.

“Stop haunting me now!

Can’t shake you, no how…

Just leave me alone.

I’ve got those Monday blues, straight through Sunday blues.” Frankie shook her head as if about to burst into tears.

“Good morning heartache, here we go again.

Good morning heartache, you’re the one who knew me when.

Might as well get used to you hanging around…”

The band paused and Frankie deliberately came in half a beat late to create tension. She wrapped her long arms around her body, as if she was cold.

“Good morning heartache…” She drew out the “ache” for eight beats. A tear slid down her cheek, and sparkled like a diamond under the lights. She caught her breathe and audibly sighed. The audience was breathless. There wasn’t a sound in the room. Frankie’s heart pounded in her ears. She allowed her arms to drop limply to her sides, as if defeated.

“Sit down…”

After holding “down” for another eight beats, the band came back in with the big climactic finish. The audience Eryaman travesti was on its feet and roaring before the music had stopped.

Frankie laughed happily, even though a few tears continued to fall down her face. The standing ovation lasted a while. She bowed elegantly. Chance stood up with a flourish and handed her a large white handkerchief so she could dry her eyes (all choreographed).

Frankie looked out across the crowd, her thanks were drowned out by the noise. Suddenly, she froze. Unless she was crazy, her phantom was not a phantom. She stared across the crowded room at none other than Jake Garner. In the flesh. He was here. He was standing up. He was clapping. He was looking straight into her eyes.

Frankie dropped the handkerchief, and Chance swooped to pick it up. She leaned down and whispered fervently:

“Please, Chance – I need a few minutes. Can you do an instrumental?”

Based on the look on her face, Chance knew better than to question this. He was concerned, though, because he’d never seen Frankie rattled in the entire time he’d known her.

“You okay, Princess?” He asked, his hand on her gloved elbow. She winced a little at the unfortunate endearment, but it made her laugh.

“I’m fine. Just have to go confront an old ghost.” They both thanked the crowd, and Frankie stepped back from the stage as Chance took the mic.

“How was that for an opener, huh?” The crowd hooted and clapped a bit again. Chance continued: “Do we have any Duke Ellington fans in the house tonight?” More cheering.

He moved back to the piano. “Good, then you’re gonna love this…” He counted off and they kicked off “In a sentimental mood”. Harry moved to the front of the stage, his sax sounding sweetly nostalgic.

As Frankie tried to unobtrusively make her way backstage, she paused to look over her shoulder toward Jake. A tiny thrill ran through her as she saw his eyes fixed on her. Not knowing how to read his look, she smiled nervously, one eyebrow raised. He smiled back, but it was still an enigmatic smile – a smile she didn’t remember. After a tiny hesitation, she made a beckoning gesture with her hand. He rose swiftly and quietly followed.

By the time Jake got behind the stage and curtain, and found himself in the corridor that snaked back to the dressing rooms, he saw Frankie some yards away, turning left and disappearing through a doorway. Hesitating for only a second, he mentally chastised himself for admiring – a tad too much – the view of her retreating figure. Running his hand nervously through his hair, he shot down the hall to join her.

When Jake walked into the small room, Frankie was standing with her back to her dressing table, facing him. He stepped just inside the door and stopped. They were barely five feet from each other, but it seemed like an interminable distance. He wondered whether he should shut the door. The music being played onstage was audible here, but not loud.

They stood opposite one another for a lingering moment, their eyes locked – but both were guarded. Frankie’s deep red lips curled up at the corners in a playful half smile.

She said, in a theatrically husky voice: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world… you walk into mine.”

They both laughed, and there was relief in it.

Jake tilted his head slightly, and smiled a slow, melancholy smile. “Hey Frankie Rose.”

Unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. “Hey Jake.”

He pointed back toward the stage, shaking his head a little. “Christ, Frankie, that performance was… it was simply amazing. You. Are. Amazing.”

She had trouble swallowing. How many times had she fantasized about this moment? But words failed her. “Thanks.” Her voice was just above a husky whisper. She cleared her throat in a remarkably lady-like way. “Coming from you, that really means something.” An errant tear ran down her cheek, and she laughed awkwardly as she swiped it away.

Jake took a large step toward her. Nervous, she straightened and their eyes locked. After a moment, he jammed a hand into his pocket and drew out a simple white handkerchief, reaching it toward her. Frankie didn’t drop her gaze from his eyes, and didn’t move for a few seconds, but then she moved a step closer and took the proffered bit of fine linen.

She only broke eye contact when she used it to dry her face. “You’re not here by accident, are you Jake?” She asked softly. She groaned inwardly at how wistful that line sounded in her own ears.

“No, no – I’m not… I – GOD, Frankie! It’s so good to see you! You have no idea…”

She looked up at his hand as it raked through his gorgeous hair. “Don’t I?” She asked softly. Her eyes traversed downward from his hair, to his eyes, and finally locked onto to his beautifully sculpted mouth.

As if sleepwalking, she spoke aloud without really meaning to. “I bet I imagined this moment about ten thousand times over the last ten years…”

Her words rang in his ears. Next to her singing voice, Jake thought they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. The direction of her gaze was not lost on him. Jake’s body was on fire. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to stop himself from grabbing her. His mind was reeling with his desire to touch her, to crush those velvety red lips with his own.

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Because Barry had three weeks, he was not going to stay just on the interstates, but was going to go whichever way the cars took him. After a few rides on I-10, a new Thunderbird slowed, then pulled onto the shoulder. Barry hurried to the car, tossing his backpack into the back seat. It wasn’t until he was getting into the car that he noticed the driver. She was several years older than he, maybe in her late 20’s or early 30’s. She smiled as Barry got into the car.

“I don’t usually pick up hitch-hikers but you just looked different, safe,” she said, smiling. Barry thanked her, trying not to be too obvious in his glances. “Where are go going…uummm….”

“Barry, I’m Barry. I’m going to San Francisco. I start classes in 3 weeks,” Barry replied.

“I’m Marisa,” she smiled, her fingers playing with the gearshift knob. They chatted for the next several miles. Marisa was wearing a short, tight skirt that came just to the top of her thighs. Several times she let her hand slide onto her bare thigh, letting her fingers slip along her inner thigh. She was also wearing a silk blouse that did little to hide her ample breasts. When the light hit her just right, which wasn’t often enough for Barry, he could see through her blouse, seeing not only her bra but her breasts, too. After a while, Marisa told Barry that she was turning off Osmanbey travesti the interstate and heading northwest on a highway, and offered to let him out.

“A long as I am going in the right general directions, I don’t care what road I take,” Barry said. Marisa smiled, and continued north. While on a back road, something caught under the wheels and began making a noise. Barry offered to check it, so Marisa pulled off to the side.

Barry slid under the car, looking for some branches that may have caught in the wheel well. Looking out from under the car, he saw Marisa’s long, shapely legs standing next to him. He tried to control himself, but he felt his cock become hard, imagining what his ride would be like in bed. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate when he felt a pair of hands at his waist. Barry glanced down, along his chest, to see Marisa kneeling on the ground, straddling his hips, her fingers pulling at his belt and jeans.

“You just lie there, Barry,” Marisa said sultrily, pulling his jeans down to his ankles. His cock sprung straight up. “Ooohhh my, so nice and hard.” Marisa’s fingers stroked his cock, feeling it become harder. She tossed her hair back then dropped her head down, engulfing his thick cock in one gulp. She bobbed her head up and down his long rod, feeling the head rubbing Ayrancı travesti against the back of her throat. Barry wanted to touch her, to feel her tits, but he was stuck under he car. He watcheye her mouth take his hard cock all the way down to his pubic bone.

Marisa unbuttoned her blouse, rubbing his cock over her large, firm tits. She guided the head into her cleavage, sliding it in and out. Barry moaned, his cock throbbing in her fingers. He wanted to hold her, to feel her body against his, but he was trapped. All he could do was watch and enjoy. Marisa stood up then lowered herself over his cock. He watched as her neatly trimmed pussy hovered over him. Marisa grabbed his cock, rubbing the head over her lips, moaning with glee. Barry watched as she lowered herself more, watching the head split her lips, entering her pussy. He almost came as he watched his cock disappear into her, then reappear a she fucked him, rising and falling on him. He grabbed at the car as his orgasm built inside him. He thrust his hips up, plunging his cock even deeper into her wet cunt. Marisa moaned as she rode his cock, groping at her tits, sending bolts of electricity throughout her body. She rocked her hips back and forth, faster and faster, feeling his cock filling her cunt.

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Barry gasped as he came hard, filling her cunt with his hot juices, his cock throbbing again and again inside her. Marisa’s cunt grabbed at Barry’s cock, holding it inside her as she came, her juices mixing with Barry’s, flooding out of her and onto his hips.

Barry felt her collapse on him, her weight full on his hips, his cock still deep inside her, throbbing against her walls. He could hear her panting, trying to catch her breath. After a few moments, she climbed off of him then lowered her head and began licking and sucking him clean. Marisa took his cum covered cock back into her mouth, sucking it, licking her and his cum from him. Barry almost came again from this woman’s mouth. Once she cleaned him, Marisa stepped aside, letting Barry emerge from under the car. She was smiling, her hand gently caressing one of her breasts.

“Did you find the problem, Barry?” she asked.

“Oh yes, and taken care of, I hope,” Barry answered, smiling. They got back into the car and drove several more miles before Marisa turned to go in a different direction. She let Barry out and a major intersection.

“Thank you for the ride,” Barry said, almost laughing.

“Oh, thank you for the ride, Barry,” Marisa said, winking. She then sped away, leaving Barry at the crossroads. He still had a few hours before dark. Maybe he could find some place cheap to stay for the night.

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In my first few years after college, when I was finally living my dream of working and living in the city, I bounced around a lot between different apartments, always “leveling up” into places that were somehow both nicer and more affordable than the previous one. The best one of those without question was the sublet I practically stole from my college friend Dan. He had a really nice one bedroom in the hip neighborhood I always wanted to live in, and it was newly rehabbed with all the cool modern finishes of the time. But the ultimate feature of this unit was its access to a large rooftop terrace with one of the best skyline views I had ever seen. The terrace was available to all tenants of the building, but in all the times I hung out at Dan’s place, I never saw anybody else use it.

After only about six weeks of living in that apartment, Dan was offered a job in another city that he just couldn’t pass up. He asked if I would be willing to sublease the apartment from him for the final ten months of his lease, but I knew there was no way I could swing it on my salary.

“Dude, I love your place but I just can’t afford it,” I told him. “I’m probably only paying half of what you are right now.”

“I thought about that,” Dan said. “But listen, at my new job I am going to be making a lot more money, and rent is going to be so much cheaper there. If you can afford to pay 60% of the rent, I’ll cover the other 40%. I just want someone cool to have it.”

I was stunned. This was basically my ideal apartment, and it could actually be mine for the better part of a year.

“I’ll even keep the electric in my name,” he added, as if he needed to sweeten the deal.

“I fucking accept.”

It was sometime in the middle of April when I took over the apartment. I technically still had until June 1 at my other place, but I could not get all my stuff into the new one fast enough. Completely over living with roommates, and eager to call that sweet new apartment with the rooftop terrace my home, I rented a truck and moved all my meager possessions over there on a Saturday afternoon. Fortunately Dan left some of his furniture and even his TV for me, so I didn’t really have all that much moving to do. I spent the next couple of weeks setting it up to my personal taste, with some original art that talented friends of mine had made, and some indie band posters and whatnot. In one corner by the window I set up my turntables and little record collection, promising myself that I would work on my shitty DJ skills more now that I had my own place.

Just about every night I would sit by myself out on the terrace in an old folding camping chair that Dan left for me. I would drink a beer or two or six and look out at the city and marvel at how lucky I was. I got in the habit of smoking a single cigarette as I sat out there, but not because I particularly enjoyed smoking. It just seemed like the right thing to do outdoors in nice weather with a view like that.

In May, some new neighbors moved in across the hall from me. They had movers bringing everything up the stairs and into the apartment, so I didn’t actually get to meet them in the hall. But I got a peek through the doorway and saw what appeared to be a couple about my age, attractive, and most likely Indian. They seemed nice enough, though I hoped to myself that they wouldn’t discover the terrace we shared, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful moments of solitude I was beginning to covet.

A few days later, I walked out to the terrace on a Friday night with a couple tall cans of beer and was a bit disappointed to see that I wasn’t alone. My new neighbors from across the hall were sitting in some newer chairs, drinking a red from some oversized wine glasses. Both were smoking cigarettes, and both turned to face me when they heard the door open.

“Hi there,” said the man.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” I replied.

“Not at all. Have a seat if you like.”

I sat down in my ratty old chair and introduced myself, cracking open my can of beer.

“I’m Raj,” my neighbor said politely. “And this is Nisha.”

Raj was a pretty handsome guy, tall with rugged, movie star-like looks and hair. He had a warm smile that made me feel immediately comfortable. And Nisha was absolutely gorgeous, petite with long black hair and eyes that sparkled. She didn’t smile but I felt welcomed by her as well. They were dressed casual and hip, in the neighborhood uniform of the time, which was something like dark skinny jeans and v-neck American Apparel t-shirts.

“Have you lived here long?” Nisha asked.

“I moved in just a few weeks ago actually,” I replied.

“We were wondering if anybody ever actually came out here,” Raj said.

“Honestly I have no idea why, but nobody else ever does,” I said, pulling a cigarette out of a pack I bought two weeks prior.

Nisha handed me a lighter.

“Well I hope you don’t feel as if we’ve intruded. We really love it here,” she said.

“Not at all,” I assured them.

The Şişli travesti three of us, plus an occasional friend of mine or theirs spent a lot of time together on that terrace as the weeks went by and spring evolved into early summer. We were getting to know each other pretty well through the conversations held over lots of beer, wine, and cigarettes. Raj had some kind of finance job, while Nisha’s job had something to do with one of the major advertising firms downtown. It turned out that we all went to the big state college together, even taking many of the same classes. But our circles did not intersect at school. While I had a large group of diverse friends, mostly musicians and artists, bartenders and baristas, Raj and Nisha it seemed only really hung out with other well-off Indian kids.

Raj became somewhat of a good friend, and started making a habit out of trying to impress me with some new band or rapper he had just discovered, insisting we listen to it right away on the crappy iPod dock speaker he always lugged out there. Of course, he was way behind on most of the stuff he was trying to introduce me to, but I usually played along, nodding approvingly whenever he played the hot track off that new album that I already had the leaked version of months ago.

Nisha I didn’t connect with as closely, but we were certainly friendly with one another, and honestly she was just so easy on the eyes I would still probably like her if she never said a word. As the weather got hotter, her shorts and skirts got shorter, and it became harder for me to try to avoid staring at her legs. The outfits she wore on weekend nights while pre-partying for a night out at the bars were sometimes a bit too much. One such night, when she wore a skin-tight, dangerously short navy blue dress, I decided I needed to say something.

“I think I’ve decided I like Indian girls now,” I said playfully. “When are you guys going to hook me up with one of your cute friends?”

Raj and Nisha both laughed.

“We actually have a group of friends coming over tonight actually. And Ritika is single. Let me know if you think she’s cute and I’ll set you up,” Nisha offered.

Raj scowled at me and shook his head, letting me know Ritika was probably not the one for me.

Within an hour I think six or seven people showed up on the terrace to party with Raj and Nisha. All of the couples were similar: gorgeous young Indian women and sort of average looking but very well dressed young Indian men. Nice people, obviously pretty well-off, but sort of painfully boring. It was clear Raj and Nisha were the cool couple in their friend group.

“Nice place! Surprised I didn’t get stabbed outside though,” joked one of the guys in reference to our still-gentrifying neighborhood. I absolutely hated comments like that. I made a mental note to try to steal that guy’s girlfriend.

When Ritika showed up, I understood immediately why Raj had made that face. I wouldn’t call her fat, but she was a lot curvier than her other friends, to put it politely. And lots of makeup, accessories and jewelry could not disguise the fact that she just wasn’t as naturally pretty as her other friends. Still, when Nisha introduced her to me, I feigned interest and ended up talking with Ritika for most of the night. I read once somewhere that if you give the most attention to the least attractive female in a group, that the others will take notice, making you more attractive to them. Plus, Ritika was very easy to talk to, and she was stroking my ego just the right way by laying the flirt on as thick as her thighs.

The more we drank, the more Ritika seemed like a viable option. Sure, compared to the other four gorgeous models on the terrace, she wasn’t much to look at. But she was the only single one, and was at least engaging and had some pretty nice boobs. And maybe if we hooked up, word would get around to her friends that I was a good lover with a big dick, which might increase my chances with one of the hot ones down the road. This is the type of perverse chess game only a drunk me could play.

We drank and flirted out on the terrace (and probably made out a little) until very late at night, and eventually everybody including Raj and Nisha had called it a night. Ritika asked to come in to use my bathroom, but as soon as I opened the apartment door she threw herself at me, aggressively kissing me while asking me to take her to bed. She pulled off her dress, and I unhooked her bra, revealing some pretty impressive breasts, not at all saggy despite their size. I started to go for her panties when she stopped me.

“No,” she said firmly. “I don’t want to do that.”

“Oh, okay. I’m sorry,” I said, taken aback. “I guess I misread this.”

“I’m a virgin,” she explained. “And I am waiting for marriage.”

This was pretty surprising to me as this girl was at least about 23 years old and gave off a vibe of being a very sexual person. She was the one throwing herself at me after all.

“But I can still make Taksim travesti you happy,” she said, unbuckling my belt.

I gave her some help and dropped my pants and underwear down to the floor to let her have access to my erect penis, which despite all the alcohol was still very much ready to party.

“Not going to lie to you, this is the biggest I have ever seen,” she said, genuinely seeming impressed.

She took me in her hand and began kissing the tip, performing what I assumed was going to be the foreplay to a real good blowjob. However, the kissjob continued for several long minutes, and despite my obvious attempts at trying to thrust my dick a little more into her mouth, she never let more than about an inch go past her lips.

“Are you close?” she asked.

“Uh…no,” I said, wondering if she was kidding. “Here, let’s try this.”

I laid her down on the bed and got on top of her, rubbing my dick all over her nice big tits. Instinctively she pushed them together to allow me to start fucking her cleavage. It wasn’t as good as a blowjob, but it felt nice. It was going to do the trick anyway.

After maybe ten minutes of this act, with Ritika doing some surprisingly decent improv with dirty talk like “oh yeah fuck my tits baby,” I announced my intention to come.

“Yes, come all over my tits,” she said.

Right on cue I shot my load all over her neck and chest, and continued going at her tits until every last drop was drained out of my cock and onto her nice brown skin where it seemed to belong. Fighting the urge to immediately drop down to the bed and fall asleep, I made the absolute bare minimum amount of effort by grabbing a nearby t-shirt so she could clean up.

When I woke up the next day, there was no sign of Ritika, except for the unmistakable scent of perfume on my bed. I spent the rest of the weekend inside, half because I was hungover and didn’t feel like being social, and half because I was not looking forward to the embarrassment of talking to Raj and Nisha about Ritika. What if she liked me? Did she think I was her boyfriend now? It seemed safer to just remain inside forever.

By the following Saturday, I was ready to face the terrace again. The weather was absolutely perfect, sunny and 80 degrees. I cracked the door open around noon to sit and relax in the sun, when I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. My gorgeous neighbor Nisha was there, all alone, stretched out on a towel reading a magazine. She wore a black two-piece bathing suit, and her skin was glowing in the sun. If there was such a color as neon brown, she was it.

“Well hello there neighbor,” she said, grinning at me behind large aviator sunglasses.

Seeing so much of her amazing little body and perfect skin all at once was more than a bit overwhelming. Nisha was very thin, but for the first time I noticed she actually had a surprisingly full and round little butt for someone with her frame. And of course those legs were killing me. I almost wanted to go back out the door and pretend I never saw her. But she saw me, and was beckoning me to come sit down next to her.

“Hey, where’s Raj?” I asked, genuinely curious. I don’t think I had ever seen her without him.

“He’s actually in India for the next two weeks visiting his grandparents.”

“Oh wow, that’s cool.”

“It’s whatever. So how did it go with Ritika last weekend?”

“She was nice. I had fun talking to her.”

“Just talking?”

“Why, what did she say?”

“Well she said she had a lot of fun ‘talking’ to you too, and that you are a really sweet guy.” Nisha did air quotes when she said the word talking, letting me know that she knew it was more. After a contemplative pause, she added, “But you’re not really her type, so don’t worry about her stalking you now or anything.”

That was a relief. Our conversation moved onto what each others plans were for the evening. Neither of us had any.

“Have you ever seen any Bollywood movies?” Nisha asked me.

“I can’t say that I have.”

“Oh, we have to watch one tonight. They are really cheesy but great. And you’ll like the actresses.”

I couldn’t believe this stunning brown babe in a bikini wanted to hang out alone with me. We formally agreed on a time that I would come over to watch a movie, then parted ways for the afternoon. When the hour came, I grabbed a bottle of wine off my counter, then went across the hall and knocked on the door. Nisha answered looking amazing as usual, even in her simple gray t-shirt and short blue athletic shorts. I felt way overdressed in a button down shirt. She invited me over to the couch, and I placed my bottle next to the open one on the coffee table she was already working on.

“Let me get you a glass,” she offered politely.

An episode of Seinfeld was playing on the TV. Kramer was pitching his idea for a new fragrance based on the smell of the beach.

“I love this one,” she said, plopping down next to me and pouring me a glass of wine.

“You Gümüşsuyu travesti kind of have a beachy smell about you,” I said.

“It’s my suntan oil,” she said, seemingly ecstatic that I noticed her scent. “Isn’t it the best? It makes my skin feel so soft. Go ahead, touch it.”

I so badly wanted to reach out and stroke her thigh, but opted a little more conservatively for the forearm instead. Indeed it felt soft.

We watched the entire episode of Seinfeld, with Nisha laughing along with the laugh track, almost too enthusiastically. But she was really paying more attention to her phone. She seemed distracted, almost certainly bothered by something.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. No. Raj was supposed to call me tonight. It’s really late over there now, so I don’t think he will,” she said with a frown.

“I’m sure he just lost track of time catching up with his family,” I said, trying to console her.

“There’s a girl over there they are trying to get him to marry.”

“What?”

“Oh yeah, arranged marriages are still very big in his family.”

“And yours?”

“No. My parents wouldn’t care who I marry. Well, as long…,” she paused.

“As long as he’s Indian,” I finished for her.

“Hindu. And from a good family,” she added.

Another episode of Seinfeld started. I wondered if we were going to actually watch a movie. I got the idea that I was really just there to give her someone to talk to. So I was content to sit and listen. I learned that the girl in question was only 16, and likely a cousin to Raj. He was making fun of the idea, even showed Nisha a picture of the girl in order to laugh at her. But Nisha said she was actually very pretty, and fairer-skinned than she was, which was supposed to be attractive. He had repeatedly told her not to worry, that he was able to stand up to his family, and insisted that he would not have any interest in this girl.

“Nisha, I am sure you have nothing to worry about,” I said. “Raj is a smart guy, and choosing some teenage cousin over you would be the dumbest thing ever.”

“Thank you, but it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

After the second Seinfeld ended, and before we even opened the second bottle of wine, and without any mention of the move, Nisha announced to me that she was getting really tired. I took the hint and left right away, without even so much as an awkward hug.

Early the next evening I had a knock on my door. It was Nisha, holding the bottle of wine I left, as well as a DVD.

“I’m sorry about last night,” she said. “Can we try this again?”

We ordered thai food, drank wine, and watched this silly movie she brought over. We had a lot of laughs making fun of some of the cheesy action scenes and flamboyant dance moves. She was way less distracted than the previous night. It was great to see her laughing and smiling so much, and fun to finally connect with her one-on-one.

At some point, Nisha’s phone rang and she went into my bedroom to answer the call, which I assume was from Raj. I paused the movie. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her being alone in my bedroom. It was a good thing I had recently done laundry, so at least it wasn’t too much of a mess in there. Hopefully there wasn’t anything embarrassing like suspiciously placed bottles of lotion or used napkins or anything like that. Actually it had been a few days since I jerked off, so I was pretty sure I had nothing to worry about.

Nisha came out maybe fifteen minutes later and sat next to me on the couch.

“Press play,” she said.

“How is Raj?” I asked.

“He is fine. He admitted he has been hanging out with that girl, but only in a large family setting, and never alone. And nobody from the family has brought up marriage or anything like that yet.”

After the film’s predictable happy ending, we caught the last ten minutes of a Seinfeld episode while finishing our wine. Afterwards, she let me know that she had to be up early for something, so she had to go home to sleep.

“Can I at least call you a cab?” I joked.

“It’s a nice night, I think I’ll walk.”

I walked her across the hall to her door, and she turned and gave me a really warm, tight hug.

“Thank you for dealing with all my bullshit,” she said.

“What bullshit? I had fun.”

“Me too,” she said, closing the door behind her.

We hung out a couple more times in Raj’s absence. One evening we just chilled on the terrace listening to a trip hop mix I made, looking up at the three or four stars the light pollution and cloud cover would allow to filter through. Neither of us were in the mood for a full cigarette, so we shared one, passing it back and forth after each of us had a drag or two. This felt pretty intimate, at least on my end.

Another time we relaxed at her apartment, watching TV and eating pizza. We were getting comfortable enough with each other where it seemed a little physical contact was okay. When we sat on the couch, it wasn’t exactly cuddling, but she sat directly next to me in a way our bodies were touching each other. A couple of times I put my arm around her shoulders. There was never a hint at anything beyond a platonic friendship, but it felt really nice to have that kind of friendship with this beautiful, smart, funny girl.

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I looked around the bar. It was a pretty simple joint compared to the ones I usually frequent. I felt a little out of place but I was pretty sure he’d be around soon. The waitress walked by and smiled, she wore tight little jeans and a cut off top. I had noticed this attire worn more and more frequently of late. I was starting to loose my nerve.

For one I had sworn I’d never meet someone I knew from online again, second he didn’t know I was coming. Hell neither did I until this morning. My meeting had brought me within hours of him, it went better than originally planned and I had time. I found myself driving farther north. I knew the town, and I knew it was Friday night and they all meet at a bar.

The town was small enough only two bars. I picked the working man’s bar. Gut choice. I was now questioning that choice all the way around. What if he didn’t like what he saw. The camera hides many flaws in dim lighting. I took another drink of my screwdriver nearly ready to turn around and take my silly ass home. I mean this was so stupid. I heard some men walk in the door and I turned my head. I saw him. My heart jumped out of my chest it was beating so rapidly.

He wasn’t alone there were other men with him. I had expected this as well. When the waitress walked over to check on me I motioned her closer. “The gentlemen over there, the one on the left, that is James right?”

“Yeah sweetie, in here pretty often, why?”

“Just making sure my eyes were working right, I haven’t seen him in awhile.” I lied.

She looked me up and down and smirked a bit. I thanked her as she walked off.

I finished what was left in my glass and wished I had another one.

This time I walked to the bar. The tender nodded.

“Two vodka shots please”

He smiled as he poured them. I downed one then the other. I didn’t want to be drunk I just needed more nerve than what I was mustering. I sat for a minute waiting for the initial dizzy rush to pass so I could walk without stumbling over my heels. “Jessie what possessed you to wear heels in the first place” I looked at my black halter dress and remembered exactly what possessed me to wear heels.

I love this dress it swirls about my hips as I turn, and makes my top look larger than normal. If I bend forward I know the person gets a nice show. With my pale white skin, and my long legs the heels let me reach nearly 5′ 10. I love being able to meet most men in the eye. In this dress I just look like I’m out to get fucked. After all that is what I’m looking for isn’t it.

I walked to the table and placed my hand on his shoulder he turned to me and my heart skipped a beat. “James, how nice to see you.” I smiled sweetly.

He was studying me. He recognized me but couldn’t figure out from where. I smiled at him and giggled.

“Do we know Cihangir travesti each other?”

“Sorta” I slipped a piece of paper in his hand. It was a few lines of our last conversation.

He opened it and his eyes popped. He looked me up and down twice and back at the piece of paper. The he stood and pulled me to him. I giggled. We had been talking now for months.

When I pulled away he spun me around this time really looking at me. “Do I pass inspection?” I asked coyishly.

He nodded.

At that I leaned up and whispered in his ear, “So what happens when you add friction to fantasy?”

He moaned softly. Then almost disappointed me when he asked “What are you drinking”

“Vodka with or without the orange juice”

He smiled and motioned the waitress over. I was a little annoyed he’d taken presence over the situation. I liked having him off guard. He sat back down and instead of taking the chair next to him, I sat on his lap. This put my tits nearly even with his chin. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs as his hands would become settled.

He started normal chit chat which nearly made me giggle. He knew what I wanted. I wanted him to finish what he had started. Twice during the coarse of conversation he stopped himself as he slid his hand higher up my thigh, that was twice I wanted to put his hands exactly where I wanted them.

My skin burned at the heat of his touch, The lack of it was more than I could handle. I leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Please baby, let me give you head on the way home.” I felt him awaken beneath me. He had once told me it was an instant hard on for him. I was so pleased to see he was right.

At that request he bid the other gentlemen at the table goodnight. I stood so he could, and he led me out of the bar. Once outside he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. His tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth. When he pulled away I sighed sinking my body against his.

“You really do want this don’t you?”

“Yes I want you, I’ve wanted you for months”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“Everything we’ve talked about”

He chuckled. “We’ve talked about lots”

I smiled at him “Yes I know”

He lead me towards his car, and I stopped him, walking to my car I grabbled both my duffle and my garment bag. I locked it and followed him.

“Staying awhile?”

“You have me for one night maybe two.”

He unlocked the door and I slid in tossing my bags in the backseat. I slid over closer to him. He looked at me for a moment intently as he got in. I noticed how much darker his eyes looked than the camera allowed.

“This is for real?”

“Yes baby, it’s for real”

He sat down and he kept looking at me. I just smiled. He started the car and turned out on the street. I had Fındıkzade travesti made a promise in the bar I was bound and determined to keep. I pulled his t-shirt up and ran my tongue over his stomach, moving quickly down to the buttons on his jeans. Slowly I turned the material down exposing his cock, still stiff but not as hard as I felt earlier. I smiled at the nice 7 inches and slid my tongue over the head just to hear him groan.

“You’re teasing”

“Yes”

“Stop”

“Stop what?” I ran my tongue down the shaft again twirling it over the head as I swallowed the mushroom tip down. I pulled back letting the cock slide past my lips with a pop. “You want me to stop that? Really?” I just smiled up at him trying to focus on driving and me at the same time.

“Damn girl, you know what I mean.” His breathing was off, he was almost panting already. I flicked my tongue over the head and went back to work. I slid my hand under his cock, teasing his balls with my hands. I reached my other hand slowly into my purse so he wouldn’t notice and pulled out a freshbreath strip. I slid it into my mouth quickly then let the minty menthol take effect. I smiled when I heard him gasp. He wasn’t expecting it. I had let him get used to my mouth. I felt the chill run up his spine. I deep throated his wonderful cock all the way home.

He parked the car and I didn’t stop, I was bound and determined we were starting this party with him coming in my mouth. I wanted him to pump my mouth full. I shoved his jeans down over his hips. My attack changed my mouth attacking his balls. Sucking the fuzzy nuts one by one in my hot moist mouth. He was gasping and moaning. I was loving it. I felt his hands go to the back of my head pushing my lips down on his cock. I sucked him, licking his wonderful shaft. I could feel his pulse, as the head brushed the roof of my mouth and back to the recess of my throat. I swallowed him just for fun. Tightening the muscles of my throat around his harden cock. He groaned. His shaft shook and thickened.

My hands stroked his tightening balls as I milked his hardon. I increased my pace, letting my tongue have just enough time to play across the top, swirling it against the base as I nuzzled the fuzz at his groin. The head massaging the back of my throat before I came up for air. His hands were pushing me faster and I didn’t mind. I wanted him to show me what he wanted. He thickened more filling my cheeks. I was having a hard time getting him all down my throat. I felt his body shudder, I smiled around his cock. He spurted into the depths of my mouth. I swallowed. I heard him groan again. I kept licking him until I couldn’t taste the salt anymore. I enjoyed the smile on his face when I looked up meeting his eyes. To my surprise he pulled me up kissing me deeply.

“Are Fulya travesti we ready to go in?” I smiled at him.

“Yeah,” He answered

I grabbed my things. Once inside I asked where I could freshen up. He pointed me to the bathroom and I dropped the garment bag and carried the duffle. It only took me a few minutes to get my auburn hair teased to sexy, and put on the blue teddy and stockings for the occasion. I slipped my feet back into my four-inch heels to slim the line of my legs down. I walked out leaning against the doorframe until he turned to look at me. I knew I was playing sex goddess for him tonight. I knew I’d enjoy every second of it.

“Jessie….”

I quickly walked over wrapping my scantly clad body around him. Kissing him deeply playing with his tongue. To my amazement he reached down and swooped me up carrying me into his bedroom and tossing me a bit onto the bed.

I rolled over and watched intently as he undressed for me. Such a sexy man. His hand rubbed his five o’clock shadow. “Don’t even think about it,” I growled.

He grinned. “I’ll whisker burn you something horrid beautiful.”

“I’ll take the burn sexy, now come here.” Oh what a wonderful man, he was already hard again.

I was on my knees as he came towards the bed ready to take him in my mouth again. His hands moving to my shoulder pushed me to my back. His mouth quickly covering my pussy. I moaned loudly.

His fingers split the lips as his tongue flicked against my clit. He shoved two fingers in my already wet kitty and stroked it quickly. He nibbled and sucked my hips gyrated towards his tongue. The pleasure racing up my spine, I couldn’t control my body it came quickly. I was still trying to catch my breath when he topped me.

He shoved that wonderful cock in me so hard I thought I would come again. His mouth now teasing my sensitive neck.

“Mmmmm……so soft” He sucked on my skin sending chills back down my body.

I could feel his hard shaft in my tight pussy, he’d lean down and lick a nipple sending shocks of pleasure through my core. I moaned beneath his weight as he sped up his pace. He ground his groin into my pussy. He pulled out slightly teasing my g-spot with the head of his cock. I came again. My body sucked against his cock. I ran my nails down his back. He grinned at me as he slammed me into another orgasm right after. This time I squealed he seem to like that because he picked up-tempo more.

He pulled out of me and I whimpered. He moved me to my knees, lining his cock to my pussy he slowly entered me. I rocked back to meet him. He ran his hand down my spine resting it on my shoulder blade pulling me back into him as he took my body this way. He pushed himself deep inside of me. I felt him thicken again and his pace falter. I tightened the muscles around him again. This time he pulled me into him resting on his heels as he coated me in his hot fluid. Kissing the back of my neck he rolled me over on the bed.

I closed my eyes and snuggled back to him. Knowing I would wake him in a bit for another round or two before morning.

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She was laying on her back across the bed, arms above her head so that her breasts were blatantly on display, and her legs were carelessly resting wide apart with his warm hand cupping her wet, plump pussy.

“You are the sexiest woman in the world,” he said huskily. He couldn’t believe she had come while giving him head. In all their years together he couldn’t remember wanting to make her scream out her pleasure as much as he did at this moment.

He leaned over the bed, his entire body resting on top of hers. He kissed her again and could still taste himself on her lips. It made him moan as he broke off the kiss and whispered in her ear.

“Angel, I’m going to make you come like you never have before.”

He heard her breath hitch as he rolled off of her and started lightly stroking her face, her shoulders, down her throat to her breasts. He used his fingertips to trace all around each breast in narrowing circles, watching as her nipples hardened in anticipation. Goosebumps broke out all over her body and she shivered. He stopped his caressing and she moaned in disapproval.

“Patience darling, it will be worth the wait.” He chuckled as he moved to sit between her legs, her thighs resting on either side of his hips. The lips of her pussy were spread wide open to him, glistening with her cum. His cock twitched as he deeply inhaled her scent. It was enticing, lusciously and irresistibly enticing. He stared down the length of her thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her body.

“Keep your arms above your head and your eyes closed.”

He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands and kneaded them softy. He grazed his thumbs over her nipples. He could sense her struggling to stifle her moans. He lightly pinched her nipples.

“You will not hold back from me little girl. Let me hear your moans.”

He pinched her nipples harder as he pulled them up and away from her body. She moaned low in her throat and arched herself toward his hands. He released her breasts and watched them jiggle as they settled against her body.

“You know you have to be punished for holding back from me.” She tensed in anticipation and he watched her fight not to open her eyes. He knew how hard giving up control was to her, but he also knew that she needed him to take it from her on certain occasions. This was one of them.

“Your body is mine to control. You have no right to resist either me, or my desire. Do you understand?” Before she could respond he lightly slapped the outside of each breast. She gasped more from surprise than from pain.

“I said do you understand?” Another series of light slaps on the undersides of her breasts caused her to moan.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Yes, you understand Halkalı travesti what little one?” He knew she was still fighting for control so he placed two quick slaps on each nipple. He could feel the hard little nubs as they hit the pads of his fingers.

“I’m yours to do with as you wish, Michael.” There it was. The name she used only when she was ready to submit to him completely—Michael. She arched her back looking for more contact with his hands. He grabbed her nipples and rolled them between his thumb and forefingers, eliciting a moan. He released them and began stroking his way down her body.

“Very good angel.” His hands traveled over her mound to the inside of her thighs. He pushed her thighs further apart and looked down at her pussy. God, she was so wet. He took his thumbs and brushed them over her lips using pressure to slightly part them. Her breathing deepened and she began to involuntarily move her hips as he stroked her.

“Does my little slut like me touching her pussy?”

“Ummm, yes it feels so good. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

When she begged him to continue he used both hands and pulled on her labia, opening her up so that he could see her entirely. He took his thumbs and firmly stroked her from the bottom of her clit to her hole, his fingers gliding easily because of her arousal. She was so wet that his thumbs were dipping into her hole when he hit the bottom of each stroke. Her hips were moving insistently now and she was continually moaning. She was on the verge of coming when with one final stroke he pulled his hands away from her.

“Not yet angel. You will come on my mouth and not a moment before I tell you that you may.” She groaned in frustration as she felt him move away from her.

“Lift up your hips.” She did and he placed two pillows under her ass, elevating her pussy into the perfect position for him. Before he moved back down the bed, he bent over and gave each of her nipples a kiss, suck, and nip—just enough to make her want more. A grin broke across his face when he noticed her struggle to keep from grabbing his head and holding him to her breast. Yes, she was getting to the point where she would do anything in order to satisfy her lust. He finally settled between her legs and placed his hands on her thighs. He used his thumbs to open her cunt and blew on her exposed clit.

“Oh my god…”

“You may play with your tits while I eat you, Angel. And remember, don’t you dare hold back from me, or I may not let you come at all.”

When she lowered her hands to her breasts and started pinching her nipples, he leaned in and showered her cunt with wet open-mouthed kisses, lightly brushing his tongue against her steamy flesh. She Levent travesti tasted earthy, creamy, and slightly tangy – the taste of Rae. He craved it like a drowning man craves oxygen.

He placed a hand firmly on her pubic bone to control the movement of her hips as he proceeded to play with her pussy lips. Each time he took one into his mouth he would nibble and suck on it, causing loud moans to escape from her. The more he sucked, the more her pussy opened up, seemingly returning his wet kisses as the moisture started to flow out of her. She was fighting to move her hips and force him to touch her aching clit.

“Are you getting impatient again little one? “ he asked as he used his hand to spread her open and expose her fully to him. He pulled his head back when she began whimpering and saw her furiously kneading her breasts.

“I can’t hear you, love,” he said as he gently tapped on her clit with the tips of his fingers, increasing the speed and pressure of his touch as he waited for her response.

“Please Michael,” she gasped.

He started a firm circular motion on her clit, denying her the pleasure of his tongue until he heard her moan loudly. Satisfied that he had made his point, he finally returned to his place between her legs and with a flat tongue licked the entire length of her. When he reached her clit he swirled his tongue around it and gave it a gentle suck.

“Yesss, “she hissed. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

He licked her slowly again and again, stiffening his tongue, dipping into her hole and finishing by sucking her clit. With each downward movement, he would suck her juices into his mouth, drinking her arousal. Her moans were getting louder and more desperate. He knew she was building to a massive orgasm so he took one knuckle and gently massaged the outer rim of her hole, only slightly inserting and rotating it. After his knuckle was soaked, he inserted one finger and began slowly fucking her with it as he latched onto her clit and began sucking.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned.

His finger was gliding in and out of her easily so he added another and increased the depth and force of his thrusts. Her hips were moving constantly and her breathing was shallow and quick.

He curled his fingers inside her and sought out her g-spot. It was swollen and he could feel it get larger as he alternately stroked and tapped on it. “Oh,” she moaned loudly, “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He reluctantly stopped sucking her clit and looked at her. She had stopped tweaking her nipples and was now gripping the sheets as she struggled to hold her orgasm at bay.

“Not yet angel. I want you to lift yourself up on your elbows and look at what I am doing Şirinevler travesti to you. You will look into my eyes as I make you come.” He never stopped stroking her as she raised herself to get a better view.

He leaned his head down again and latched onto her clit once more. He looked up at her and could see the lust shining in her eyes. His fingers began a more persistent rhythm as he gently took her clit between his teeth and lightly bit down, lashing his tongue against the quivering little bud. Her hips jerked upward and he had to fight to keep his mouth attached to her pussy.

“Ahhh…Please, I have to come, please let me come…”

He was watching her face contort as she neared her orgasm. Her hair was plastered against her face, a fine sheen of sweat covering her entire body. Her breasts rose and fell at a rapid rate. She looked beautiful and sexy and absolutely wanton. He moaned as he thought about her finally releasing her cream into his waiting mouth. The vibration caused her to catch her breath as a deep growl erupted from her throat.

He added another finger to the stroking and tapping he was performing on her g-spot. His teeth once again clasped her clit as he sucked on her furiously. He reached up with his free hand and grabbed her nipple. He pinched it firmly as he increased the suction on her clit and the fiercely rhythmic prodding of his fingers.

“NOW angel, come for me,” he growled against her cunt.

Upon hearing the words, she finally allowed herself to fall into the most intense orgasm he had ever witnessed her have. He felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers and her clit throb in his mouth. Her body went rigid with one final upward thrust of her hips and seemed to vibrate as she looked directly into his eyes and screamed. The world fell away and the only things that mattered were her pussy, his tongue, and his fingers.

He could feel the contractions of her pussy and continued to stroke her. He alternated between sucking on her clit and lashing it with his tongue as she rode out her orgasm. She finally collapsed against the bed and was still moaning low in her throat as he slowly started to kiss her pussy and lap up her juices. He closed his eyes as he savored the taste of Rae, his angel. It was more sensual and intoxicating than the finest wine in the world.

He finally moved up to lie next to her on the bed, his hand cupping her pussy gently. He placed kisses on her breasts and neck as he moved to look directly into her face. There were tears in her eyes and she looked up at with him with such love in her eyes that he felt humbled. He bent down to kiss her deeply and could feel her tongue trace his lips as she sought to taste herself on him.

“You pleased me greatly, angel. Now rest because we have two months to make up for and you will need your strength.” He gathered her in his arms and smiled when he heard her purr as she snuggled into his side. He closed his eyes and held her close knowing that this was where he was meant to be.

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