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She was my friend, she was my confident and she was my occasional lover. Today however, she was a client. Here to have a photo-shoot done, something she claimed she had always wanted. This woman was a fan of the classics, so the photos were supposed to have a classic feel; 1940’s.

She arrived at my studio in a sundress, short heels and Sunglasses. A perfect southern belle like so many found in the area. The bag slung over her shoulder spoke of the outfits to follow, and if the size was any indicator, today was going to be a long shoot.

I walked over to her and exchanged a brief hug, a momentary linger the only evidence of anything that had passed before. Pleasantries were exchanged and we decided that the first shot to be taken would be a recreation of the Audrey Hepburn photos that adorn so many posters and icons around the world.

She moved behind the screen to change as I began arranging the lights and the backdrop for the shoot. The table in front was easy, and quickly arranged from the props I kept around the studio. For the backdrop, I left a solid white drape, as I would use a computer later on to shop in the remainder of the cafe.

When she walked out from behind the wooden partition I had set up for changing, she was the picture of beauty. A black dress sleeveless dress with matching gloves. Her hair up, with a tiara in it. The only differences from the original outfit were the deep red lipstick she wore, and the banded pearl necklace replaced by a long string, wrapped several times around her slender neck before draping down to hang seductively between her breasts. I had seen her before, wearing nothing but early morning light and my scent, but never had she been this alluring. While I casually attempted to wave her over, the smile she flashed showed me that the outfit had achieved it’s desired effect.

She chuckled lightly, “well dork” she said, with one eyebrow waved. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to get your camera?”

I shake my head, her teasing sense of humor eliciting a slew of emotion as I walk back to where my cameras were prepared on the shelves. Selecting one and the appropriate lenses, I darkened the rest of the studio slightly, turned on the lighting and directed her to the table which was prepared for the shoot.

She was an easy woman to photograph, the kind of person who naturally lights up a frame. I found myself taking more shots than were strictly necessary, she was too beautiful to not preserve on film. As I approached shot number 30 or 40, I could start to see something different in her eyes. Normally, she was patient while I shot, but today she seemed a touch anxious, expectant.

“Well?” She asked, finally breaking character. “What’s taking so long?”

“Hold on a second” I replied, “I only want to take one Travesti or two more shots before you can change and we can shoot the next scene.”

I walk over to her and make a few minor adjustments to her outfit. A piece of lint here, shift the Tiara there. I allow my hand to graze her face as I move a strand of her hair. I recognize that I’ve broken professionalism for a slight moment but I just can’t resist the feel of her skin.

Her body reacts almost before I had finished my glancing contact. I hear her inhale, a slight sound of contentment as the breath is released. She leans her head back slightly towards me, exposing both her neck and the generous view of her breasts. She reaches up and takes my hand, returning it to her cheek.

“I had wondered how long it was going to take before you would touch me.” I responded with a smile and a slight flutter in my stomach “I thought today was supposed to be a photo shoot for you”

“It is, but I have a few other ideas too.” She says. “Shall we do the next scene?”

As she is talking my hand is slowly caressing its way down the side of her cheek and along the line of her collar bone. She stands suddenly facing me. “I’m going to change into my next outfit, I’ll be right back”

I take a second to clear my head, shake off the rising lust I feel and set about a few basic necessities. I replace the memory card in the camera, swap out battery packs and begin clearing the table. The next set is a number of boxes of different shapes, all in block white and black, draped with cloth.

“What do you think of my outfit?”

I turn and look back over my shoulder and almost drop the sheet I’m carrying. she emerges from behind the screen still wearing the Tiara and the pearls. She is also wearing a black lace bra with matching high waist bottoms. A garter belt, straps and sheer black stockings. The color of her lips is reflected in the bottom of her Louboutin “Come to bed red” pumps. I am beyond speechless. Before she was beautiful, now she is a creature of sex. Her body speaks in ways that words cant, and I find myself staring in open appreciation.

“I want these photos to be classy too” she says, “But a much more private kind of classy. Think you’re up to that?” I nod acquiescence. I direct her to the boxes and recover my camera from it’s shelf to begin photographing again.

As I direct her through the photographs, I find that I am well beyond the point of simply appreciating her beauty and crossing over into lust. Photos of pursed lips, caressed breasts and delicately posed legs incite my desire more than I had thought possible. For her second to last photo, I have her stand directly facing me, one leg up on a low box and at an angle to her body, allowing the impression of her beautiful sex to press into the front Ankara Travesti of her panties.. I spend so much time daydreaming about her sweet taste, that i forget to take the photo and she puts her leg down. I have her replace her leg and finally snap off a few of the shots.

“OK” I say, “that should be about it for this outfit, if you have any others?” “Not quite yet” she says, “I have one more photo I would like you to take for me”

She turns and looks at the boxes, selecting one with the same care a master chef would devote to arranging his plate. Finally she walks over to one just slightly higher than waist height. She leans forward over the box, placing her hands flat on it. A position that was a personal favorite of mine during our few brief encounters. Her legs are spread a foot or so apart and with the high heels, her ass is elevated to give me a perfect view of her mound.

All professionalism leaves my head and I step towards her without even thinking. The first warning she has that I have approached her is the light trailing of my fingers along the length of her slit. She is already moist and moans deeply at the contact of my fingers. “What do you really want?” I ask.

“YOU” is her reply.

I slap her ass, gently at first, delighted at the squeal of pleasure it brings from her, and the feel of her skin warming under my hands. After two or three slaps, I take a picture, admiring my pink hand print on her pale skin. “Is this what you want?” YES… she moans.

I slap her again, but this time I don’t take my hand away, I trail it down between her legs to enjoy her wetness again. Rubbing my fingers along her slit, and then sliding two of them deeply inside her. Her knees buckle slightly, but she recovers.

“Keep your legs steady” I say, delivering a quick slap to remind her.

I take to my knees behind her, inspecting the beautiful gift which has been brought here for me. Her lips already swollen with anticipation, visibly moist from the show she has put on for me and from the spanking I have already delivered. I move forward to inspect her closer, in a way that fingers could never do. I run my tongue slowly, starting with her clit, and sliding upward with delicate sweetness. Her mound is hairless, perfectly smooth and of the most amazing taste. Stopping at her entrance to drive my tongue into her, penetrating like any finger, before moving further up to dance around her equally bald ass. I swirl my tongue around it, briefly penetrating with my finger, before I move back down to her clit. I can feel her shudder as I send waves of pleasure through her body, moving up and down this wondrous path. I step back and take a photo.

My hardness is straining against the front of my pants, and I can’t take it anymore. I undo my belt and remove my İstanbul Travesti pants, freeing my full length. I step behind her, sliding down her panties in the way a man opens a anticipated and valuable Christmas gift. I rub head of my cock up and down against her slit, mixing her wetness with the pre-cum already drawn from me.

Thrusting into her in one smooth move, I drive my cock in until my hips are against her ass and I can feel my balls resting against her. I start slowly, with deep strokes, thrusting hard, feeling her slide forward and fight to keep her hands down on the box. I hear her moan harder as my cock drives into her again and again. I alternate between deep slow hard strokes, making her gasp and faster, shallow thrusts, using just the head to withdraw from her and reopen her again and again. These leave her begging for deep thrusts again while continuing to bring her pleasure.

On more than one occasion, I bury myself and wait there, not moving as she squirms back against me. When she does this, I reward her with a swift slap on her ass, feeling her involuntarily clench down on me. I know this woman, and as I bury myself in her, I can feel the orgasm building within her. I take her harder and faster, listening to her breath coming in ragged breaths now, interlaced with moans. Her pussy clamps involuntarily as she pushes her body back into mine, impaling herself on me and driving me in with more force than I could ever hope to manage on my own.

I reach forward and gently grab hold of the pearls wrapped around her neck, using the multiple strands as a collar and pulling her head back towards me. Delicate enough to avoid damage to the pearls, but hard enough to force her to arch her back even more, allowing me the deepest sort of penetration. I force her legs together, now standing wider than her, and using her own body to increase the pressure inside of her. I thrust harder, pulling back on the pearls with one hand while the other one probes her asshole. This is what pushes her over the line. I can feel her body tense, shudder and release over and over. I feel her pussy squeeze down on my cock as wave after wave of orgasm ride through her body. I slow my thrusting as I feel her body slack on top of the box. She turns and looks back at me, barely uttering a purr as she looks down at my still hard cock.

“I have one photo left to take, and I think you know what it is” I say, as she looks up into my eyes. “I want to cum in your mouth, and I want a picture of it.”

She has a devilish look in her eyes, one that says this is an orgasm I will not soon forget. “For you” she says “anything.” The devilish look is replaced by one of pure mischief as she slowly unwinds the pearls from around her neck. Pushing me back against a box she drops to her knees, winding the pearls back around and around the back of my cock. With one last look up at me, she begins to stroke with me with pearls, using her mouth on just the tip. It is only a few short moments until the pleasure is too much, and I give her what she really came here for.

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It was our junior year of college. My boyfriend and I had been hot and heavy for awhile at this point. Our sex life was good, but predictable. I knew there was more out there to learn and explore and was desperate to find out what I was capable of.

It didn’t happen in a way I expected. I was leaving class when you approached me. You were a favorite professor of mine and I had now taken several classes with you. I knew that you liked me as a student, but I was the type that did everything I was supposed to. You approached me about needing some help with some research, saying that the grad students didn’t pay enough attention to detail and you needed someone with a good eye to help you out. We set a time to meet the next day in your office so that I could help. I was excited about helping and getting a good grade in the class.

The next day, I walked into your office and was pleasantly surprised. You had a nice set up and it was obvious the University was treating you well. We spent several moments with you explaining your work and then began working together, making pleasant conversation as we worked. Before we knew it, several hours had gone by, and we were still chatting and getting along well. I was so naive, I didn’t get the Travesti tension that was building between us….

You suggested ordering some food in and we sat and ate and laughed, telling stories and getting to know each other. The more we talked, the more I liked your personality. It was so different chatting with a guy other than my boyfriend. After dinner, I offered to clean up, and thought I’d be done and go home. You worked with me to clean up our mess and as we brushed against each other, we both felt the spark that coursed between us.

I looked up and caught my breath when I saw the passion in your eyes. I had no idea that I had this kind of affect on you. It was startling and extremely exciting. I liked knowing that you saw me in that way. You dropped the containers and grabbed my hips. You pulled me forward towards you, brushing my face with your hand.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” You ask me.

I shake my head and catch my breath again as you lean towards me and kiss me gently, the kiss seems to last forever, both of us exploring each other’s mouths as we kiss harder and harder. I feel your hands along my sides, my back and I feel goosebumps spread over my body at your touch. You turn Antalya Travesti me around so my back presses into you and I can feel your hard cock pressed against my lower back. You kiss my neck and rub my ribs as your hands move up towards my tits. I want your mouth on me again, but you hold me in place tightly, I realize that I kind of like the feeling of being at your mercy and it turns me on ever more.

I’m not sure how it happened, but before I know it, our clothes are being torn off and we are toppling down onto the couch in your office. You turn me so that my legs are spread and go down to my pussy, licking up and down my sensitive clit. I feel your hands on my stomach and tits and roll my head back and let out a sigh of pleasure. I am dripping wet, I can feel my juices pouring into your mouth.

I am on the verge of cumming when you abruptly stop and move towards my mouth.

“Taste yourself on me baby,” you say, and kiss me deeply. I feel your tongue in my mouth and taste the sweet taste of my pussy on your tongue and lips. It makes me so horny to know you enjoyed me so much. We are so caught up in our passion, that when you enter me, I only have a brief nagging feeling that I’m forgetting something. Bursa Travesti I love the feeling of you inside me. Your cock is so much bigger than I’m used to and I can feel you stretching my tight pussy as you push as deep into me as you can. I cum almost instantly when I feel your cock all the way inside me. I’ve never felt like this before….

Without any warning, you pull out, flip me over and bend me over the edge of the couch. I feel you grab my hips hard and drive your cock all the way inside me, grunting as you push the last few inches into me. My pussy is dripping wet and I can feel my wetness sliding all over your delicious dick. You spank my ass a little, and start ramming me from behind. I know you are close and I wait anxiously to feel your hot load on my back. I know I’m going to cum again, feeling the friction your cock is creating….

As I throw my head back and scream out with the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had, I feel your cock push once again all the way into my tight twat and feel jets of hot cum hit every wall of my pussy. I’m shaking with desire, exhausted from the energy we’ve spent and I can’t believe how turned on I am by you, as we snuggle on the couch, it finally hits me that you’ve cum inside me and I’m not on the pill…when I mention it, you tell me not to worry. We continue to have “research sessions” for several months, and the risk is always there…who knows when it will happen, but we both thrive on the hot sex we can’t seem to get enough of….

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The night I knew I was hers. I had been dating Jasmine for a few months. I was trying not to get involved to deeply with her since she was just coming out of a divorce.

Anyway on this particular night I had no plans to see her so I’d been stopping at first one bar then another. Thinking maybe I might see a nice young lady at one that might take me home with her. I’d played in a small pool tournament at one spot and finally stopped in at this club before calling it a night. I was feeling no pain by this time in fact the bartender told me I should call a cab because they had been writing tickets quite freely of late. I sure didn’t need a DWI, so while I was nursing my drink wondering if I should chance it or call a cab, I thought of calling Jasmine instead. Since no other sweet thing had stepped forward to volunteer. So I went over to the payphone dialed her number and hoped she was there. After three rings she picked up. After saying hello and asking how she’d been it had been a few days since we’d talked last talked or seen each other. I got down to the heart of the matter telling her that I was more than a little to hi to drive my bike up the hill to my place would she, could she please come and give me a ride home. Maybe it was the fact that I’d call rather than chance getting a ticket or she just wanted to see me she said give her a bit and she’d be there to pick me up. I thanked her and said I have a drink waiting for her when she arrived.

I was talking to a guy next to me when I heard the door to the club open. I had told the bartender that when she arrived I wanted a drink for her; I turned my head to see that it was Jasmine. Then I signaled the bartender for the drink. I turned back to Jasmine to see her walking toward me. She was wearing a full-length rabbit skin coat. I could see below the hem of the coat black nylons set off by black pumps with ankle straps. Her long blonde hair falling to the middle of her back, she had very red lipstick that set off the rest of her makeup; she looked stunning, wow what a cabbie!

Jasmine walked right up to me then opening her coat. As it was the bartender was serving her drink and the guy I’d been talking to have turned to watch too. She must have really enjoyed the looks on the three of our faces as she held open her coat for us to get a good look.

What we saw was the black nylons held up by a black lace garter with no panties so we could see she was a real blonde, trimmed so there was just a small V below the garter she also had a matching black lace bra with no cups so her perfect breasts with there small areolas and now very hard nipples were plain to see. I took a deep breath as she said to me “Are you ready to go?” closing the coat.

I answered, “Yes I am! Guess you don’t want that drink then?”

“Well sure I could have one since you already ordered it.” Eying the bartender with the drink still in his hand wondering if he really had seen what he knew he had. The guy next to me was speechless as I moved over to make room for her at the bar. As she climbed onto the bar stool she let the back of the coat hang behind the stool exposing most of her legs and the garter straps to view. Just knowing her bare bottom was touching the leather of that stool and watching as she crossed her legs adjusting herself to a more comfortable position exposing even more of her lovely legs; the top also fell open displaying her deep cleavage. Put a very large bulge in my jeans.

The bartender Dennis wouldn’t let me pay for her drink, which she drained in two long drinks. But had another, stronger one I am sure, there as she was drinking the first. The guy setting on the other side of her now still hadn’t been able to say a word but just stared at her and me. While I finished my drink Jasmine had been served three more. Perhaps in the hope that something more than me getting a ride home might happen. Instead Jasmine downed the free drinks with pleasure. Then as we were leaving gave Dennis and who ever else were lucky enough to see another peek at her charms. We walked out the door into the cool night air she let the coat fall open again as we headed to her car. She was illuminated by the moonlight and the glow of the streetlights allowing a clear view of this beautiful lady that had come to pick me up. When we reached her car before she opened the door Travesti I took her in my arms pushing her back against the side of the car. Our lips meant in a deep hungry kiss as our tongues spared with each other. She ground her mound against my thigh. While my hands roamed freely over her exposed ripe body. She reached for my manhood rubbing me thru my pants. She moaned as my fingers pinched her hard nipple. Our mouths continued to mesh together. I felt her hand tugging at my belt then undoing my pants she reached in to grasp my straining cock stroking me. I could feel her saying” mmmmmm I want you!” around our kiss. As I felt my pants slide to my feet and her hand on my ass cheek pulling me to her as she rubbed her very wet pussy on my stiff meat.

The only response I could utter was “You want it right hear or shall we go to your place?” She answered by moving just a bit hiking her leg as she guided my cock into waiting moist love fissure her heat was intense. Headlights shown on the side of her car sliding across it exposing us in there glare, as I was trying to comply with her need to be filled now. The lights went out you could hear the motor stop but no doors opened. I knew we were being watched and hope they were enjoying the show as much as we were performing it. Jasmine came almost as soon as she realized we were being watch; moaning loudly letting all who could hear know that she had. I stopped stepping back then away from her exposing her to the full view of our audience. She handed me her keys as I unlocked then opened her door letting her slip in. I went around to the driver’s side after pulling my pants back up. As I started to get in I saw she had removed her coat and was setting there sucking her finger in just her lingerie.

She said “Don’t you want to take your pants off too?” as she moved her finger in and out of her mouth. What could I say looking at the way she was sucking her finger… I stood there pulling off my shoes then removed my pants and shirt throwing them in the back seat of the car before sliding into the driver’s seat completely naked with a very nice hard on. I started the car moved the seat back as far as it would go and before I was backing up Jasmine had me in her mouth sucking away as we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway you could hear a horn in the parking lot honking.

I drove toward her place all the while getting the best head I’d had for sometime. While I was driving I felt I was about to come but keep holding back to see if I could make it to her place first which was about a twenty minute drive. On the way I asked her if she wanted to make a bet. I bet her that she couldn’t make me cum in her mouth before we reached her place. She said I was on but what if she lost and I didn’t. I told her then I would get to tie her up and could fuck her sweet little ass. It was a bet. She really went to work on me then one hand jacking me off as her mouth sucked her head bobbing in my lap. She had me I would have cum squirting deep into her mouth but as she felt me spasm I felt her squeeze the base of my cock not allowing me to ejaculate. We pulled up to her place then and she said, “I guess you won!” as she got out of the car holding her coat across her arm walking to her door.

I grabbed my cloths and shoes from the back seat and followed her to the door. We went in and lit an old kerosene lamp and candles. She dropped her coat on the love seat in the front room mine soon followed as I went to the bedroom lighting more candles she went in to the kitchen and began fixing us both a drink. She returned with the drinks handing me one while sipping the other. She reached out stroking my still very hard cock. Then said “You will be gentle won’t you I’ve never done it this before” as she reached up to kiss me.

We went to the bedroom I laid her back across her bed then went to her dresser opening a draw. I found what I wanted some silk nylons. I grabbed a handful and walked backed to the bed depositing them on her bare stomach. Then talking one I tied it around her wrist then moved to her ankle then the other; tying one on each limb of her gorgeous body, very slowly and securely. After tying the last one I pulled it to the bedpost and fastening each in turn until she was tied to the bed spread eagle. I stepped back to admirer my handy work. Konya Travesti It was beautiful there she was all but naked exposed, open and mind to do with as I pleased.

I traced my finger from her hand down her arm to her shoulder. Then to her neck, her cheek, her mouth letting her suck on my finger as she had hers earlier in the car. Then I withdrew my finger from her mouth making a slight popping sound. Letting it trace down the other side of her face to her right breast circling her areola and hard pebble size nipple. I pinched her nipple causing her to inhale quickly. As pre cum seeped from my aching cock I wanted to just cum on her right then but was enjoying her predicament too much to take my pleasure so. I moved around so my cock was over her face as I continued to play with her breast.

I told her I wanted to give her a safe word so that at anytime things got to be to much for her she could say the word and I would stop other wise all her pleas would fall on deaf ears she could do all the begging and pleading she wanted I would do as I pleased. Our safe word would be “Rumpelstiltskin!”

She nodded her head as she reached to lick the pre cum that was dangling over her lips from my cock. I reached to the head of the bed taking a pillow and placed it under her neck so her head laid back. I then pointed my hard shaft at her red lips parting them as I sunk my cock down her throat feeling her start to gag on it as I hit the back of her throat. I eased back letting her get used to the feeling as she swallowed my manhood. I could feel the muscles in her throat contract around the bulbous head of my cock. I began to fuck her mouth in long slow strokes as I played with her breasts. I took it to the point where I couldn’t hold back any longer as I erupted in her mouth spilling my seed down her throat. I continued to pump my cock into her mouth until she had sucked the last of my cum while I grew soft in her sweet wet mouth.

I reached for her now sopping wet pussy just grazing the outer edges of her pussy lips careful not to touch her most sensitive parts. She squirmed trying to get my hand to massage her where her heat was most intense I just played in the flow of her juices. Until hand reached lower finding her chasm I pushed my finger in to her only a little as she pushed herself onto it trying to get some thing in her to bring her relief. I held my hand still as she rocked back and forth fucking my digit. I pulled my hand back forcing her to strain against the ties to get the finger in side her wet love hole. With my other hand I began to circle her engorged clit still careful not to touch it as she continued pump her hips on my other finger. She was getting closed to cumming herself but I wanted the prolong her need so I pulled my hands from her leaving her in the lurch.

She cried out “NO! Nooooo! Don’t stop now please I am just about to come. Please don’t stop.

I smiled at her and said “Ok where is it, where is your vibrator and I might let you come on it.”

“It’s in the draw of the nightstand right over there.” She answered pointing to the side of the bed I was on.

I stepped over to the night stand opening the drawer I pulled it out there were two in the back of the drawer. A smaller one made of white plastic and a nice size latex one with the look and size of the real thing but a bit longer. I took them both out stepping back to where I was facing her, standing between her wide open legs. I held up the bigger one of the two then turning it on the buzz of it motor causing it to shake in my hand. I smiled at her again saying,” You like this one?”

I could see the wetness flowing from between her legs as she squirmed on the bed saying,”Yes, yes anything just fuck me with one and make me cum please!”

I drew the tip of the vibrator down from just below her bellybutton to the top of her slit then millimeter by millimeter I moved it toward her clit touching it for the first time since tying her up. She jerked like a bolt of lighting had shot thru her as the tip of the latex cock touched her clit. I held the length of it against her as it glided lower toward her dripping hole. She tried to close her legs around it as it slid past her cunt slipping near her virgin asshole. I turned it around wetting it all then brought the head back to her pussy. İzmir Travesti Then I very slowly let the head of her plastic cock find her opening. Making her push herself onto it I gave her just a little at a time. As I began to fuck her with it she moaned as I began to let it fill her depths with its jiggling sensations. Her breath was coming in shallower short gasps as her climax neared again just as she was about to cum I pulled the plug leaving her to beg for me to put it back in her as she tossed about in her bonds. Instead I took the littler one turning it on I laid it on her stomach as I reached for a pillow, placing it under her tush raising her just enough to expose the object of my desire her tight rosebud. She was so wet her juices had run down wetting her ass too. I took the plastic buzzing thing and began circling her asshole with it as I bent to lick her wet clit. Another lighting bolt went thru her as the duel pleasure of the vibrator and my tongue worked on her. As her passion built once again I could feel the muscles of her asshole loosen to take first the point then more of the small vibrator into her rear. Soon I was inserting almost two inches of the little thing into her bottom. She was moaning again coming much closed to her climax again I let it build in her until I was certain she was about to cum. Then I pulled it out and raised up away from her clit she thrust her hips after my mouth as I pulled away begging again for me not to stop. I told her she needed to beg me for something else. She needed to beg me to fuck her tight ass.

She responded with “Oh yes, Oh god yes fuck my tight ass now please! Fuck me hard in my ass until I cum please!”

I had become very hard again while eating her and thinking about taking her virgin ass as she was speaking I took aim at her nether hole placing the head of my cock against her clit rubbing some of her wetness on it then placing the head at her opening pushing lightly as she pushed back . I told her to relax and let herself open. As she did the head of my manhood slipped past her sphincter. As it gripped my cock I sunk deeper into her until I had filled her completely as I rested in side her filling her backdoor as she held her breath. I began to rub her labia pushing on her clit with one hand my other reached for her breast. She took a quick breath as I touched her clit then began to take deeper ones as I played with her breast and clit. I began to move in her as her passion built she would cum soon with my hard cock in her tight virgin ass. The thought made my cock grow harder as it glided back and forth inside her. She cried out as her climax washed over her “Oh yes oh god yes that feels sooo good! Fuck me oh yes harder fuck my ass harder!”

“You like it don’t you. You like my cock fucking your ass don’t you.” I said as she started meeting my thrusts wit her own.

“Oh yes I love your cock fucking me there I going to cummmm againnn! Ohh Oh god yes I am cumming oh god yes fuck me! As she clawed at the sheets on the bed and tossed her head while still impale her tight ass on my rigid pole. I was pulling all but out of her now and ramming it back in as she came and came in a series of climaxes one after the other. I reached for the more life size dildo and as I was on the back stroke I inserted it in her overflowing cunt as she screamed “Oh god yes fill me up fuck me everywhere oh god I love you fucking me like this please don’t stop!” as her climaxes built until I thought she would pass out they grew more and more intense she could no longer meet my thrusts as she just laid there relishing in the feeling that she was having being filled in both holes for the first time!

I could feel my own climax building deep in my groin as I fuck her now very willing ass I told her I was about to fill her sweet ass with cum as another huge climax racked her body which caused mine to exploded deep inside her she came again as I did. I pulled the dildo from her pussy before I fell onto her. I held her as she shook from her climaxes while her legs shivered with pleasure. I could feel her sphincter contracting on my softening cock before it slipped from her tight embrace. We lay together drifting in the afterglow of our pleasure spent.

After sometime I got up untying her from the bonds she barely stirred as I picked her up. Then pulling the bed cloths back I laid her down went around to the other side and crawled in beside her she rolled over embracing me as we drifted off to sleep.

I woke later by the pleasure of a wet mouth and soft sucking on my stiffing cock. I knew I was hers…

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They had left the moment the award ceremony had finished. Afterwards, there would only be half an hour left of the dance and then students would be flooding back to their dorm rooms and Ebony was already aware of the dorm party Sadie Miller was holding. The two wanted to slip out without anyone noticing, get back to Ebony’s dorm room and make use of the deadbolt now on the door. Once pulled across, no one would be interrupting them during their own little after party.

“How many skirts does this thing have?” Wade chuckled, rummaging beneath her gown as they tried to kiss and undress one another on her bed.

“Only three,” Ebony replied, helping him lift up the last so he could stroke her legs. As he did so, Ebony got to work on unbuttoning his shirt, but unable to see them as they kissed, Ebony was struggling. And while Wade had been able to find her knickers, his other hand was starting the impossible task of undoing the back of her dress with its intricate rope ties. Finally, they both stopped kissing and slumped back against the pillow.

“This is going to take hours,” he sighed.

“Maybe we could just undress ourselves?” Ebony suggested.

Wade propped himself up on his hand, peering down at her from Ebony’s side.

“That’s not very sexy,” he grunted.

“Neither is fumbling for ages trying to get each other’s clothes off. And you always struggle with my bra too – just this once, maybe it could be kinda sexy,” Ebony sat up and with a soft kiss on his lips, she got to her feet.

Wade watched curiously as Ebony kicked off her heeled shoes and took out her earrings. Finally, she let her hair down from its French twist. Wade sat up a little straighter, unbuttoning his shirt as he watched.

“Do you mind?” Ebony said, turning her back to him and hinting at the back of her dress.

Wade got swiftly to his knees on the bed. He pushed her hair aside and kissed the top of her spine listening as she let out a small moan. Then, he skillfully (now he could see) untied the corset back, tugging at each tie until Ebony had to hold the gown to herself. Wade removed her hands gently and watched in delight as the dress slid down her body and to the floor. Ebony looked over her shoulder with a shy smile to see Wade gazing at her, his warm hand running around from her waist to her lower back until his fingers met the hem of her knickers. She turned around allowing his fingertips to slide to the front of her panties. She grinned down at him, standing in just her underwear and nude coloured stockings. Wade bit his lip to contain himself at the sight of Ebony’s garter belt and stockings.

“Your turn,” Ebony said, taking a step back to view him undress.

Wade Travesti had never unbuttoned a shirt so first. Next, he was pulling off his belt, yanking his under-vest over his head and shucking off his suit trousers, ignoring the sound of his phone and change hitting the floor. He was far too busy staring as Ebony gradually backed her way over to the sofas, beckoning him with a curl of her finger.

As if in a trance, Wade followed her, kicking off his shoes at the last minute, unable to draw his eyes off of her. Her breasts were cupped in a pink polka dot bra, her knickers matching – for once. Her black garter belt sat on her hips, the four clips extended down to the tops of her thighs to meet her stockings which had lace detailing at the top. Wade had never seen Ebony looked so sexy, or confident. In fact, it surprised him how assertive Ebony was being as she stood with a hand on her hip, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

“Where do you want me?” she purred.

“Oh wow…erm,” Wade stammered. “Erm, there,” he pointed to the sofa but when Ebony went to move around to the front of it Wade shook his head. Ebony didn’t have a chance to clarify with him before Wade was turning her around so she was bending over the back of the sofa, her behind exposed for him. Wade grinned to himself, running his hand down from the back of her head, over her bra strap, his fingertips grazing her small of her back, and finally down and around to her bum, giving it a soft smack for good measure, making Ebony gasp a giggle of surprise. She looked back at him inquisitively.

“Is this what we’re doing now?” Ebony beamed.

“Only if you want to?” Wade shrugged but could already tell from the hungry glint in her eye that Ebony wasn’t about to say no.

She turned back around, elbows resting on the back of the sofa. Wade took this as permission and wasted no time pulling down the small French pair of knickers just enough to reveal her smooth cheeks. He listened as she let out excited whimpers and began to rub the soft skin of one bum cheek, warming the area before he laid another smack, a little harder this time. Ebony gasped and giggled. This was good but Wade didn’t want to make her giggle. He wanted to hear her moan. He rubbed more and smacked again, this time she only gasped. Wade grinned harder, the palm of his hand warming her pink skin and slapped again, even harder. Ebony finally released a moan of satisfaction. Now Wade knew exactly how strong to do it and continued, doing double smacks or triple, to catch her off guard and make her groan with pleasure, her head hanging low between her arms as she succumbed to the sensual pain. As he rubbed, his other Antalya Travesti hand slipped between her legs, eager to know just how much he had turned her on. His fingers returned sodden.

Without saying a word, Wade pulled down her knickers. She stepped out of them and felt as he ran his hands up and down her legs, crouching down so he could kiss her thighs. Ebony turned and looked down to see him on his knees beneath her. Even from that position, she knew he held the power.

“Open your legs,” Wade commanded, a fire in his eyes that only turned Ebony on further.

She did as he said, parting her legs and leaning back against the sofa. She watched in anticipation as Wade moved so he was kneeling between them. His fingers slid up the insides of her thighs until he met her pussy. She chewed the insides of her cheeks feeling as he parted her pussy and slipped his finger deep inside of her.

“Don’t you want me somewhere-,” her words were interrupted by the involuntary moan that escaped her lips.

“No, here’s good,” Wade grinned, spreading her pussy further so he could see her clit. Then, he reached up and pressed his tongue to her wet warmth and groaned with pleasure himself. Removing his finger, his arms wrapped around her legs and he lifted her until they dangled over his shoulders. Ebony leant back against the sofa, clutching at the cushions as Wade’s tongue moved quickly up and down and around her clit. Allowing Wade to support her, Ebony lost control of her limbs and gave in, only inching her hips up and down to meet his lips every so often as the pleasure grew deep in the bottom of her stomach. And when it became too much to bear, Ebony had to let go, feeling the orgasm gushing throughout her body, making her tremble and quiver.

Just when Ebony thought Wade would stop and take her back to the bed, he proved her wrong. He did indeed take his tongue away from her pussy, grinning up at her smugly, but he didn’t move them back to the bed.

Instead, he allowed her legs to drop from his shoulders but caught them before they hit the floor. Wrapping them around himself, Wade then lifted her up into his hold with just one muscular arm around Ebony’s waist, kissing her strongly as he crossed the room to the door.

“Wade?” Ebony hesitated but soon understood when her back pressed the dorm door.

Just as they were about to kiss again, they heard voices in the hallway. People were already returning from the Winter Formal…Sadie Miller sounded like she was one of them. Ebony held Wade steady, listening carefully as the voices drew closer. All of a sudden, she felt the tip of Wade’s throbbing hard-on press to her pussy.

“Shh Bursa Travesti no we can’t here,” Ebony whispered, though her eyes were gleaming with friskiness.

“Why not?” Wade pushed the tip of his cock ever so slightly into her pussy, watching as her face contorted with pleasure. She opened her eyes again, pointing into his face.

“She’ll hear us,” Ebony could hardly contain her giggle.

“Maybe I want them to hear?” Wade raised his eyebrows and without another word, gently slid Ebony down onto his cock, pushing all the way until she was stifling her moans. One hand on his shoulder, the other clutching the door frame, Ebony’s whole body rocked and bounced up and down on Wade’s cock as he mercilessly pounded deep inside of her. He didn’t care who heard her sweet moans. He pulled down the top of her bra to reveal her soft breasts and pink nipples. Sucking and nibbling and kissing, both hands on her bum, clutching as he pressed her against the door, Wade sped up, his hips thrusting back and forth, going for that second orgasm.

Ebony tried to bite in her moans but soon it was all too much. Wade’s teeth and tongue on her nipples. His hands and nails grasping her bare bum cheeks. His gorgeous ripped, sweaty muscular body sliding against her skin. Wade’s own tantalizing grunts of pleasure. Ebony had to open her mouth and scream…wail his name as he began to move his hips in a circular motion, staying deep within her pussy and stroking every inch of her. Wade moved his lips to her ear where he whispered and encouraged her to orgasm again, his hot breath tickling her hot neck. Ebony’s arms draped around his neck, but the rest of her body was in Wade’s control as he pulled his cock all the way out, so just the tip was stroking the outside of her pussy. And just as she was about to beg him to stop… to plead him to fill her again…her wish was granted.

For those final minutes, as Wade felt his own pleasure reach a peak, his cock humming with that sense of great relief, he kept his hips thrusting up and down, pummeling her pussy until she was howling and breathlessly screaming his name. To push her over the edge, Wade slipped his thumb up to her hard clit and applying just the right amount of pressure, he rubbed in circles until he felt her orgasm, the walls of her hot pussy gripping erection. But he didn’t stop there, not until he burst. Head buried in her neck, Ebony’s body bouncing like a rag doll up and down on his hard-on, Wade’s own orgasm rippled throughout his body, the ringing in his ears deafening, only his pure strength keeping them both standing. He took a deep shuddering breath.

Wade pulled his face back from her salty sweet neck to look at her. Ebony was gazing back at him languorously, open-mouthed and her fingers tracing the golden cross he wore for her on his chest as it rose and fell rapidly. The two were pretty certain that this had been the best After Party they’d ever been to.

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“It’s the perfect place for a picnic, I promise you,” she said as she grabbed the lunch she had made and stuffed in a grocery bag at home.

“Won’t the church mind us using their parking lot?” he asked as he glanced toward the church going stragglers chatting by the front walk.

“Nah, I’m friends with Pastor Robertson,” she said with a cheeky grin as she slung the blanket over her shoulder and turned to wave. A black suited man and his wife waved back cheerily. Then she turned to Glenn and stared into his eyes for a moment before handing him the bag of food. She stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss.

“Come on,” she said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the woods.

They walked past the old graveyard, down a little hill and entered a grassy valley. They jumped the tiny stream and followed it uphill to the verge of the forest. Still following the brook they walked past moss covered boulders and ventured deeper into the woods.

After fifteen minutes or so they emerged into a grassy hollow clearing, with the creek babbling over a few rocks down the middle of the stream. The little meadow was surrounded on all sides by thick woods. The creek continued uphill towards it’s source. Glenn smiled with approval, this was truly an idyllic spot.

There was a little waterfall and pool formed by a fallen trunk and packed with years of accumulated debris.

She spread the blanket out on a level area near the small pool, kicked off her flip flops and sank down, patting the spot beside her invitingly. Glenn set the food bag at the top of the blanket and plopped down beside her. They giggled and chatted as they ate the ham sandwiches, chips and bottled soda.

There was a sudden huge clap of thunder that made then turn to look back down towards the church. Thick dark clouds had gathered while they ate, and a line of solid rain was visible quickly advancing.

“Oh no! It will ruin my new silk blouse!” she exclaimed.

There was no way they were going to make it to the car before they were soaked to the skin. Thinking quickly she looked around at the thin, hole ridden blanket and the remains of lunch. The hiss of the pouring rain was getting louder as the white line advanced through the trees.

Glenn held up the plastic bag that they had carried lunch in. There was no way it was big enough for a raincoat, so Kathy made an impulse decision and with a resolute sigh, pulled her blouse off and stuffed it in the bag. Then she looked at her thin white pants and thought, “What the heck, he’s seen me naked before.” Mumbling under her breath she shucked them off and stuffed the pants in the bag, too.

Glenn lay on one elbow watching Travesti spellbound, mouth slightly open as she slipped out of her undies and added them to the bag.

“Well,” he said, rising, “I don’t want to wear wet clothes either.”

He yanked off his t-shirt and shoved down his jeans as the rain began to fall. He stuffed them in the bag on top of her clothes, then put the empty sandwich bag and chips bag across the opening and tied it shut.

Kathy was still standing there, stark naked, looking down at him as he knelt to tie the bag shut. The pouring rain plastering his hair down, running down his chest and arm, dripping across his thigh.

He looked up at her standing there like a pagan goddess in the pouring rain and saw her breath quicken. He stared for a minute at the drops hanging on the tips of her nipples, then reached up and touched his finger to one. She gasped and stared down at the muscles rippling in his shoulders as he put his finger to his mouth and licked the drop off, then reached back up to circle her nipple with the finger wet with saliva.

“Ohhh,” she said.

“Mmmmm, Kathy,” he said.

He slid his hand down the side of her full breast, around her waist and down to her buttocks, as the other hand slid up the other thigh to grab the other cheek. He pulled her close and kissed just below her belly button. She melted against him then slid down to kneel on the blanket with him, each with one knee between the others thighs, bodies slippery with rain. She felt his erection grow, throbbing and twitching against her thigh, as he kissed her.

He deepened the kiss then slid sideways down onto the blanket, pulling her down with him, then rolling over on top of her to kiss and nibble down the column of her throat, across her collar bone, over the top of her shoulder, tracing a zigzag path down to her nipple, as big cold drops splattered on her face.

She arched up to meet his mouth and threw her head back as he laved her nipple with his hot tongue, then licked the rain from her cleavage in a burning path to the other. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around, barely grazing it with his teeth, tugging slightly with his lips as it shriveled up into a rock hard nub.

He ran his warm tongue along the soft underside of her breast, then slid lower to kiss her ribs, his damp chest dragging across her mons and sticking to and pulling the hair slightly, eliciting a sharp gasp as the shocks ran through her body.

She whimpered softly as he licked the accumulated rainwater from her belly button, then he exhaled as he pressed a long, tender kiss on her fur, making her moan loudly as he nibbled further Ankara Travesti down her inner thigh. He slid his hand down her waist and cupped his hot palm over her mons as he licked the inside of her knee.

She squirmed and raised her hips into his hand, silently begging for more, reaching to touch his hair. He rubbed the flat of his palm up and down on her a few times, then slid it to the side and gently brushed his thumb back and forth across the wet hair.

“Oh! Glenn PLEASE!” she begged, bucking her hips.

He wiggled his thumb between her nether lips and she gasped, “Oh God!”

He bit her knee and she pulled his hair to try to draw him up to her. He pulled away and sat back on his heels just out of reach as he wiggled his thumb in deeper and watched her face as he circled his thumb slowly on her button. Her hands clawed at the wet blanket and the beads of rainwater gathered in a river between her breasts to pool in the hollow at the base of her throat, rippling and overflowing in time with her breathing. He slipped a finger inside her hot, slippery wetness, then two fingers, and massaged the little mass of her g spot as well as her outer bean.

“Oh God, oh God, oh my God! Yes, Glenn! Yes! YES!” she said as her body spasmed and shuddered with the power of her orgasm, lifting alternately her shoulders and her hips from the blanket with its intensity, her hot cum squirting out all over his hand and wrist.

He shook the rain from his eyes and slid down to taste her juices, his fingers continuing to work inside her while his tongue took over where his thumb had been. She almost immediately began to gasp and squeal as another smaller orgasm over took her.

She gasped for air then began to find her voice again. “Please Glenn, please, come to me!” She pulled his hair and stroked his ear, he moaned and growled deep in his throat, and then crawled up her, kissing her belly, then nipples as her hands twined through his hair and around to claw at his back, her legs wrapping around his thighs and butt to hurry him home. He stared at her face for a moment as she lay there squirming, waiting for her to open her big blue eyes. He held her gaze as he slowly entered her, one inch, two, back out, two inches, three, and out again, slowly, slowly, a little more each time.

She writhed and clawed at his butt, wanting it all. He pulled almost out then pounded it home, sheathing all seven inches deep inside her, the slap of their bodies indistinguishable from the BANG and flash of a nearby lightning strike.

She opened her eyes wide and looked around, a little worried, but he seemed not to notice and pounded into her harder than İstanbul Travesti ever. She had a sudden terrifying image of lightning striking him on top of her and causing him to explode inside her in a horrible way instead. She shuddered and kissed him, then rolled them both over as one so she would be on top and the lightning would hit her instead.

She squirmed and ground on him, biting his lip, nibbling his earlobe, sucking just the smallest hicky on his neck as her hand played on his muscular chest, her palm rubbing circles on his little nubbin nipple, as he cupped and rubbed her breasts too, greatly enjoying having both hands free. He bucked and rose under her as she bounced and ground, then she threw her head back and sat up straight to take him all the way, deeper and deeper, forgetting all about the storm and the danger of lightning.

He saw her head begin to thrash and roll as yet another orgasm over took her, so he grabbed her wrists to steady her on top of him, watching her face, feeling his balls tighten as she pulsed and squeezed around him . “Oh, I’m gonna cum!” he said as she thrashed ever harder.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” he groaned as he threw his head back and filled her with his hot juices.

She took a breath and opened her eyes to watch his face, loving the grimace and the veins bulging in his neck, bouncing and squirming on him until he gave the last gasp that signaled he was done. She laid down on his chest, straightening one leg along his, kissing him passionately, then more tenderly as they both started to catch their breath.

“Oh Kathy, that was incredible” he breathed into her hair as she nestled into his neck. He stroked long slow strokes up and down her back with both hands, pushed her hair off her face and neck so he could stroke her cheek. His eyes began to clear and he looked around, realizing that the rain had stopped, and the sun was out, but getting low.

He looked at his watch and gasped “Your parents!”

“Oh… mom will be mad if we are late for dinner, and I want you to make a good impression the first time you meet them!” She looked at his watch and her eyes got huge. “Oh! No time to go home to clean up!” She hopped to her feet and pulled his hand, then tiptoed down the into the knee deep pool in the stream.

He joined her and they splashed each other clean, then sat down on a boulder to soak up the last of the afternoon sun as they dried.

He combed his fingers gently through her hair as the last of the rain water dried, leaving it softly curling, then looked at his watch and said “We better go”. They quickly dressed, finding that only his shirt had a few spots of water on it, and stuffed the soaked blanket into the plastic bag.

When they emerged from the woods they saw that people were arriving at the church for evening services, and they laughed like crazy, thinking “if only they knew”, as they waved at Pastor Robertson and drove away.

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Greg pick up his cell phone with a heavy sigh. The phone beeped in reply as he accepted his wife’s call.

“So…” he began, already knowing what he was about to hear. As he waited for Gina’s reply, he pushed aside the curtain and stared out at the fluffy snow piling up in heavy mounds on the grass, driveway, and street in front of his house. The wind swirled it about, intermittent sheets of thick white obscuring his vision.

“Have you seen how it looks?” Gina asked, voice already ripe with apology.

“Looking now.”

“Does it look as bad there as the news is making it seem?”

With another heavy sigh, he admitted, “Yeah…it’s pretty thick. Still coming down.”

“Greg…I’m sorry. I really thought it’d be fun for the kids and you know how my parents love to do the five o’clock mass out here.”

“I…” he took a moment to gather himself. He could hardly blame his wife for the weather. Even the local news in all its love of snow hysterics, had not accurately estimated how hard this storm would hit. “I know. I just really love Christmas Eve dinner. Going from having your Mom and Dad and Dad and Mindy here with us and the kids to me all alone is sad.”

“Your folks aren’t coming anymore either?”

“Not til tomorrow. It’s not safe for them either.”

“I really am so sorry. I really thought this storm would be no big deal and the kids would walk in to a huge Christmas spread and they’d be so excited.”

“Nothing to be done now, Gina. It’s brutal out there. Stay with your folks tonight and you guys and my parents will all get here tomorrow and we’ll make up for it.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“I kind of have to be. Can’t stop the snow and I’m not going to have anybody drive this to keep me company.”

“I guess, at least, you don’t have to worry about all the cooking.”

“Well, that’s something at least. Can you call me before the kids go to bed so I can read them the Night Before Christmas and say good night.”

“Of course…I doubt they’d let me forget.”

“Good. Well, I love you all. Talk to you tonight.”

“Love you Greg. Stay warm.” Greg hung up his cell and dropped down into a kitchen chair. After another long sigh and a glance around the room, he muttered, “Happy Christmas Eve. Now what?”

As her husband disconnected, Gina paused a moment to contemplate texting Mallory, alerting the babysitter to Greg’s isolated state. After a brief war with her conscience and her sense of jealousy, she typed out a quick message and rejoined her family. She tried not to dwell on the potential “gift” she was sending to her husband.

“Green or red, Mom?” Mallory yelled from the attic, knotted strings of garish fake garland.

“Whichever’s uglier! We want it to look awful for the grab bag,” her mom replied.

Giggling, the coed opted for neither, choosing a ratty looking gold strand instead. Despite having an apartment five minutes away, she was glad that she decided to spend the few days around Christmas with her family for moments like these. Plus, an empty apartment was providing no distraction from her obsessive dwelling on accepting Gina’s deal.

“Here we go,” she announced feeling as good as she had felt in more than a month.

Her mom took one look and with a hearty laughed declared it, “Perfect! We’ll have the ugliest box by far!”

Mallory’s father shook his head as he sipped his coffee on the couch, “All these years, I still don’t understand your family’s traditions at all.”

“Because you are no fun. It’s a wonder I ever married you,” Mrs. Rich teased back, tossing a cheap pink bow at her husband.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this bad, was it?” Mallory asked no one in particular as she stared at the snow coming down outside.

“Don’t think so. Perfect for the season though,” Mr. Rich replied before chasing his wife into the next room.

She cackled loudly until shouting, “Truce!” while Mallory smirked at her parents’ playfulness.

Glancing back out the window, she felt her cell phone buzz on her hip. She checked the text, butterfly spawning rapidly in her stomach. Gina was alerting her to the lack of “supervision” Doc would have tonight.

“You okay Mally-gal?” her flush cheeked Mom asked as she re-entered the room.

“Huh? Oh….yeah, yeah. Doing fine.”

“You sure? You looked so worried for a second.”

“Just…you know…boy stuff.”

“Ahh, I remember it well. That man over there,” Mrs. Rich gestured to Mallory’s dad, “Certainly put me through things.”

“Hey,” he objected, “I was only giving what I got!”

“Thanks guys. This is…different though.”

“It always is,” her mom said, giving her a gentle side hug, “But we’re here when you need us.”

“Thanks,” Mallory sighed, resting her head on her mom’s shoulder, “It’s not something I can really explain though.”

Greg hauled wood from the backyard into the garage as the wind and snow stung his eyes. He doubted he’d need it, but if this storm was anything, it was expectation defying. So better to have wood close by if the power went out than to have Travesti to have to make a trek into an even darker, colder yard if things went pear shaped.

Which, he reminded himself, it would not. It was all going to be fine. He’d have the “Saddest Christmas Eve of All Time,” watch some Christmas movies, go to bed, and wake up to well packed snow without ever having to deal with loss of power. And then, that excess wood could be used for a Christmas Day fire just for haha’s. He knew the kids loved that, so it’d be perfect.

Reassurances against today getting worse in place, he went back inside to prepare a meal to go along with the “Saddest Christmas Eve of All Time.” He wasn’t sure what it was going to be exactly, but it probably was going to involve steak and, perhaps, brownies. Stiff hooch would almost certainly make an appearance as well.

“Mom,” Mallory yelled as she tossed clothes left and right out of massive Rubbermaid bins, “Have you seen my elf costume?”

“Have you tried the blue bin?” the reply floated down the stairs.

“With the old holiday lights?”

“That’s the one!”

“Okay!”

Scuttling along the wall, Mallory eventually reached the bin in question and following a dramatic tossing of the lid, was rewarded with the sight of a folded up green dress and red and white candy cane stripped socks.

“What are you looking for that for?” her mom asked, suddenly right behind her. Mallory jumped, startled.

Fighting down a blush, she met her mother’s eyes and lied her near perfect ass off, “Well, I thought I’d visit the kids tomorrow and they’d get a kick out of it.”

“The Clarks?”

“Yeah. You know, later in the day. If that’s okay?”

“Oh, of course. They’re only a few minutes away and you know after two we all get lazy and just kind of sit around here anyway. I wasn’t sure if you were even babysitting for them anymore. I hadn’t heard you mention them for a while now.”

“Yeah, well, they haven’t needed me much. Which is why they said I should feel free to come by. See the kids and all that.”

“That’s great Mally, very sweet of them and you to do that. I don’t think you are going to be able to fit into that outfit though. You aren’t 13 anymore, you know. Mr. Clark might just get an eyeful.”

Mallory laughed nervously in reply, blush no longer contained. “Well, umm, ju—just thought, you know, worth a look,” she stuttered.

“Sure, dear. Just don’t be disappointed if it doesn’t fit.”

Realizing steak not on the grill would be nothing but a disappointment, Greg instead decided to go ahead and eat some of what he intended for Christmas Eve dinner. Just because it wasn’t happening for everyone didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the Swedish Meatballs he had intended to serve. He hummed along with the carols emanating from the living room and tried to ignore how empty the house felt.

As the opening strains of a particularly bombastic version of O Come all Ye Faithful filled the house, Greg awkwardly spun and danced across the room. He dumped a handful of ingredients into the pot, wafting the odors of the thickening sauce. Continuing to strut around the kitchen, the doctor grabbed his phone. Handling it one handed to keep from smearing ingredients on it, he attempted to open the camera to send a photo of his masterful cooking to his wife, kids, and in-laws with something pithy like “Wish you were here.” A little something to give them a laugh and let them know he was keeping busy. Instead, his thumb landed a bit too low and, rather than click the shutter, opened the Saved Picture folder. There, in the lower left, was the thumbnail he recognized right away.

Without thinking, he pushed it, the thumbnail filling the screen. There was Mallory, smirking teasingly upward, arm outstretched to take the selfie. He remembered the moment distinctly. The babysitter had shown up to attend church with the family and somehow that seemingly innocuous event led to the two of them fucking in an under renovation balcony without the benefit of air conditioning. Afterwards, he and Mal, both giddy from dehydration and sex endorphins, were laughing and speaking in double entendres obvious to them and no one else. The coed had demanded his phone to commemorate the event and Greg’s wife and children aided and abetted her, knowing how jealously the doctor protected him phone from other people’s meddling. And that’s how, sweaty, wearing a white and yellow floral sundress that dipped delightfully to offer a generous view of her breasts, Mallory took a picture of herself in front of Greg’s entire family for him to look back on and remember how they had passed the service moments prior. And did so with the family’s encouragement to boot.

His stomach turned as he remembered that day and the days that came before and after it. He blushed with shame, anger, and arousal nearly simultaneously, each fueling the other emotions in a sort of cyclical build up of ambivalent emotional misery. With an attempt at a cleansing sigh, he placed the phone down heavily, taking a picture of his meatballs Konya Travesti no longer appealing to him.

“Saddest Christmas Eve Ever,” he mumbled to himself as he pulled down a bottle and rocks glass from the liquor cabinet.

“So, does the elf costume still fit like it did when you were in that show?” Mrs. Rich asked as she passed daughter the mashed potatoes.

Mallory shook her head, “Nope, you were right. I guess I didn’t stop growing at 13 after all.”

The teen was being truthful, just not fully explaining that it fit exactly as she hoped it would. Back in seventh grade, Mallory had worn it for a local community theatre production. Something about Santa’s Workshop…she couldn’t remember quite what. The costumer had dressed she and six other kids around her age in green or red velour costumes—green for girls, red for boys—in various styles.

Mallory’s outfit consisted of a green velour tube top and skirt with matching plaid cropped jacket, all of which were lined with white fake fur. Below the skirt she had worn red and white striped “candy cane” socks that, at the time, were so tall they actually stretch beyond the full length of her legs, the excess cotton awkwardly bunching underneath her skirt. Her “elf” boots, complete with the distinct curl at the toe, were similarly ill fitting, a situation only rectified by wearing multiple layers of tube socks to make the boots fit snugly enough for her to gawkily box step around the set.

Now though, six years later, the fit was…decidedly more snug. Mallory had grown a few inches taller during eight grade so the skirt was no longer a demure knee length but rather a tantalizing upper thigh hem. Those too long socks were just perfect, reaching to about an inch below the skirt. The boots, once the bane of her dancing attempts, now hugged her feet perfectly. She was pleased to find as she strutted around her room that she had also gotten considerably better at walking in heals in the six years since the show.

Her height had also converted the tube top from a full length shirt to one that nicely revealed her taut stomach and her newest navel ring, a snowflake. Furthering the effect was that although her breasts were rather small now, she had virtually none as a 13 year old. Thus, the top now swelled rather provocatively. Deliberately forgoing the jacket ensured that no one could mistake the purpose of wearing the velour and fake fur shirt.

Still, her mom didn’t need to know all that so Mallory simply ended the conversation by adding, “I don’t think I’ll be letting the kids see me in that one.”

Prone on the floor, glass of scotch perched precariously on his chest, Greg happily listened to his children, in stereo, regale him with stories of the car that apparently was driving too fast past their grandparents’ house and ended on the neighbor’s lawn.

“Grandpa said they were damn idiots,” Shelly dutifully reported.

“Well, it sounds like he’s right, but you know what your mom and I have said about saying ‘damn.'”

“But…Grandpa said it!” she objected, her little brother giggling at his sister getting in trouble.

“And if I was his dad, I’d talk to him about that. But I’m yours and you know your mother and I’s rules.”

“…yes.”

“Good. Now I won’t have to send Santa back to the North Pole with all your presents.”

“Daddy,” she squealed, recognized the joke, “You would never do that to me!”

“Lucky for you, we won’t find out this year. Now blow me a kiss and head to bed you two. I’ve got to get some cookies out for Santa.”

Shelly and Martin giddily blew him multiple kisses before simultaneously shouting, “Merry Christmas, Daddy. We miss you!”

“I miss you guys too, but I’ll see you both before you know it. I love you both a bushel and I know tomorrow’s going to be great. Give mommy the phone now so I can tell her good night too.”

After a moment of awkward static, Gina was on. “Hey Honey, you set for tonight?”

“I think so,” Greg reassured her, “Power’s still on and I have wood in the garage in case it goes out. I already made food for tomorrow so no worries there. I’m just gonna snuggle under a blanket, drink, and watch a movie or two.”

“Anybody stop by?” Gina couldn’t stop herself from asking. She never heard back from Mallory and found herself obsessing over if anything might be happening, if Mallory was still on-board, and so on.

“In this weather?” Greg replied with confused incredulity.

“Like, you know, a neighbor. Or the Riches…they’re just a block away,” she bit her tongue a moment too late. If she wasn’t careful, he’d know she was up to something.

Greg sighed loudly on the other end, “Can we not talk about Mallory right now? I agreed to consider allowing her to babysit Martin and Shelly again and I will. But it’s Christmas Eve, Gina.”

“No, I know. I’m sorry. I just…she’s a good kid.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“It was one time, Greg. She’s a college student who got drunk once. That’s not remotely interesting even.”

“Please, can we just have İzmir Travesti Christmas be Christmas right now and leave arguments about child care for some later date?”

“Yes. Yes, of course. Please don’t miss us too badly tonight, okay?”

“I can make no promises but I will try. Merry Christmas Gina.”

“Merry Christmas, hubby. See you tomorrow.”

With that, she hung up and Greg was alone once more.

The plan was simple. Mallory was waiting until her parents went to bed and then she was sneaking out, wrapped in the warmest blanket she could find. A quick jog down the street and over would put her at the Clarks quickly. Hopefully, so quickly, in fact, that her body wouldn’t fully process how cold it was.

Her heart raced as she lay in bed, wearing the costume under the covers, and waiting for that moment when they were really, truly, fully going to sleep. The last time she was this amped up on Christmas Eve was the night she decided she would sneak down and wait for the Santa next to the tree. Instead, six year old Mallory had fallen asleep almost immediately after getting downstairs and Santa Claus once again evaded her. This time, though, she promised herself, she would fulfill her clandestine Christmas Eve plan.

She strained as she heard her parents’ footfalls rising up the stairs. They whispered to each other in hushed tones, giggling from a bit too much holiday cheer. The hall lights snapped off and the bedroom door closed with a muted click.

Holding her breath to stay calm, she slid out of bed and pulled the blanket tightly around her body. Creeping with delicate care, Mallory eased out of her room and down the stairs. As she crossed the living room, the fake candles in the window went out. With a gasp, she froze in fear, convinced she was caught. After an endless moment of stock stillness, she allowed herself to glance around the room. From the living room, she could see into the kitchen. Where she should’ve seen the microwave clock glowing green there was nothing but black.

Feeling a bit safer, she walked to the back of the house and tried the light in the back bathroom. Nothing. The power was out. The teen allowed herself a relieved smirk. Then she remembered why she was skulking around in the dark and her stomach flipped once again. Time to get going.

“Are you kidding me?” an annoyed and, yes, buzzed, Greg shouted at his house as it plunged into darkness.

“You couldn’t even let me see the end of A Muppet Christmas Carole?” he muttered to the swirling snow outside as he grabbed the flashlight and headed to the garage.

Grabbing an armful of wood, he stomped back inside, talking to myself and feeling the familiar heat of alcohol in his blood. He wobblingly lowered himself on to the hearth, pulled open the fireplace doors and began to feed the empty maw the jagged pieces of timber. Getting the fire started seemed to take an interminable amount of time but finally, with an aggressive amount of crumpled newspaper and the application of several long fireplace matches, the flames roared to life.

Satisfied that it would not be snuffed out the moment he stopped prodding it, he went to the closet down the hall and produced the heavy sleeping bag that he and Gina had bought years earlier when they were entertaining a winter camping trip. News that Gina was pregnant with their daughter derailed that plan and with the exception of occasionally using it as a blanket at concerts in the fall, it had lived an existence that left its purpose largely unfulfilled. He found himself somewhat giddy to finally use it for warding off cold weather while he slept.

Spreading it out on the floor, he arranged it for the perfect distance from the fire to get the heat without being overwhelmed and from the tree so as to not accidentally roll into it while he slept or stumble into it if he needed to leave the sleeping bag for the bathroom. When he was finally confident of its placement, he pulled the oversized pillows from the couch and arranged them at the head of the bag. Then, he half zipped into so he’d be able to enter with ease and zip it up around him with little effort.

His sleeping arrangements near perfection he returned to the fire to evaluate its progress. We shifted from foot to foot, evaluating if the pile of wood already inside would be enough. With a shrug he decided more wood would probably be a good idea and left the room once again to gather the remaining pieces.

His earlier annoyance forgotten, the doctor was now full of pride and a long-lasting childhood love of fires in the fireplace, he bounded back into the room only to stop short. Like a bad movie cliché, he dropped the pile of wood at his feet, lucky to not crush his toes in the bargain.

“What are you doing here?” he forced out of his lips haltingly.

Backlight by the fire, Mallory turned slowly around to face the married man. She was bundled tightly in a thick layer of blanket, crystals of snow twinkling in her blonde hair as they melted.

She felt awkward and vulnerable. As exposed as she could remember with him even though she was still wrapped in a blanket. Sneaking into his shower those few months ago was no big deal in comparison to how this felt now. Still, she screwed up her courage and willed her inner sex kitten back to the surface.

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It was disco night at The Pulse as Alex sat at the end of the bar sipping her Gin with total abandon. She was beautiful. He thrust up and up until Alex had milked every last drop of come from his pulsating cock.

Ten minutes later they were still fighting for control. The violent spasms had eased Travesti but they still found themselves grinding erotically against each other. With his cock still deep in her tight pussy Joshua opened his eyes and saw Alex still riding him as the last of the sensations ripped through her body. Just Ankara Travesti watching her ride him, with her eyes closed and her chin high, was enough to make him come again but Alex had already pumped him dry. Eventually she seemed to come back to him. Opening her eyes she stared down İstanbul Travesti into Joshua’s sleepy smile. ‘Joshua’ she whispered tiredly. ‘You are so good!! I probably can’t ever walk again but you were worth every crippling second.’ They both laughed. Realising they never kissed and suddenly desperate to Joshua brought himself up on one elbow and reached up to plant a kiss on her exceptionally capable mouth. She backed away from him with a twinkle in her eyes and said. ‘Joshua. What kind of girl do you think I am? I don’t kiss on the first date.’

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Chris sat on the couch watching his favorite show Carnivale, as summer walked into the room.

“Why don’t we actually go out and do something for a change?”

“Well, would you like to go and play pool or something?” said Chris.

“Sure, I need to get out of this house, lets get going.”

Next thing they knew, they were in front of the building. Chris walked in through the door, stopping a moment to keep it opened long enough for Summer to walk through. Reaching for her hand, Chris walked into the main area where all the pool tables had been setup for customers to play with.

Chris smiled over to Summer and said, “Lets play at this table, rack em up.”

Summer gathered up all the pool balls and placed the rack over them and centered it on the table.

“I’ll let you go first, because you know I’m going to own you.” Laughed Chris.

Summer glared, walking around to the front of the table to prepare her shot, Chris crept up behind her and quickly spanked her ass.

“Why don’t we make a bet on who wins huh?” Summer asked.

“Well, we know I’m going to win, but what is it you’d like to wager hmm?”

“If I win you don’t get to have any of me later tonight.” Replied Summer.

“Figures you’d go and use yourself against me, but I’ll take you up on that bet.. if I win, we get to do whatever it is I can come up with” grinned Chris.

Summer broke Travesti the rack, positioning the balls scattered around the table. Chris moved up to take his shot, taking aim then shooting in the blue solid into the pocket. Smiling at summer, Chris took aim again then shooting in the red solid next to it.

“Maybe we should be on our way now, I may not even let you get a shot off.” he laughed.

She walked over to him and rubbed her ass against him for a moment then said; “If you want some of this, you’re going to have to finish this game.” she winked.

He slightly became aroused, trying to line up his shot, shooting and missing terribly.

He decided to grab a couple cokes for them “Be right back hun, I’ll go grab us something to drink.”

She nodded as he walked away over to the counter. “Thanks, keep the change.”

Walking back over to the table, he noticed that half the stripes had been downed.

“What is this? There is no way you made all of those in, in one turn.”

“Maybe you should quit complaining and get to work on beating me huh?” she ran her finger tips along his stomach, down to his waist and back up.

“If you keep this teasing up, I may just toss you up on this table and take you here.” He smiled.

Summer laughed, “You wouldn’t ever do such a thing with all of these people here.”

Chris walked up behind summer, reaching Antalya Travesti around her waist and hugged her against him. Slowly, he rubbed his hips against her tight blue jeaned ass. He gently pinched her nipples through her black top and whispered something into her ear. Some of the people in the pool hall started to take notice of this little scene we had going on, and the noise began to die down. Summer grinded her ass against his now hardened dick inside of his pants. Reaching down in front of her, he played with the button to her pants.. then unzipping them slowly.

“If you’re going to start this, there’s no way I’ll let you stop Chris.”

He smirked at her, moving the flaps aside and rubbing his hand into her pants, against her panties gently. Slowly rubbing up and down, feeling them slightly moist. She lightly moaned, practically everyone in the place had now noticed what was about to unfold. Moving his hands further down, he began to play with her pussy, trying to press his fingers inside her through the fabric. Leaning her forward, she laid her head onto the pool table, while he began to slowly pull down her pants. The material had been pulled down just below her ass, leaving her ass visible to the pool hall. Her black lace thong was barely covering her tight ass. He slowly pulled it down, Chris wanting so bad to slide his dick into her.

“Oh baby Bursa Travesti fuck me please, I want you inside me right here, right now!”

Chris reached into his pants, and pulled out his hard dick, rubbing it against her ass cheeks. Summer reached behind her, and spread her ass for him. He could see she was very wet, and ready for his dick to be put inside her. Teasing her, he placed the head of his dick against her pussy.

“Please don’t tease, put it inside me baby.”

He nodded, as he thrusted his dick into her pussy, not giving her the chance to get used to the length. She let out a loud moan, slightly feeling pain but mostly pleasure. Chris started moving his dick in and out of her quickly, while placing his hand down on her back. He bounced his hips off her ass, as he pumped into her hard. Her pussy tightening around his dick, feeling herself about to cum. Summer screamed as she came, his dick becoming easier to slide in from the excess moisture she gave. Chris breathed heavy, feeling the precum drip off his dick inside her, wanting badly to cum deep inside her. His stomach slapped against her ass as he pushed into her quickly. He then started to cum inside her, causing her to reach another orgasm. The cum started to fill her up, and slowly dripped out of her. Chris slowed down, and rested against her for a moment, before opening his eyes to see that everyone was staring at them. He smiled slightly, pulling summer up off the table to catch eyes with everyone.

“Well it looks like I win anyways, and everyone seemed to enjoy the show as well.” He grinned.

“You just wait til next time, you’ll be sorry.” She said.

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Michael was sitting at his desk at work, not really concentrating on the tasks at hand. His mind wandered off to the hotel room he shared with Debbie that past weekend. If he thought real hard, he could still smell her perfume and feel her soft skin.

His cock reacted in minutes when he remembered how her lips looked wrapped around his raging hardon that night. He couldn’t remember being that turned on in a long time.

Michael leaned back in his chair and cautiously rubbed the bulge in his pants. He remembered sucking on her huge nipples, causing them to become hard and erect, just like a little penis. He pushed her tits together and took both cherry sized nipples into his mouth at the same time, causing Debbie to arch her back and moan softly. His tongue swirled around them as he sucked gently.

“Ohhhhhh fuck Michael, that feels so good!” Debbie had whispered hoarsely.

Michael had moved slowly down Debbie’s stomach till he came to the gentle swell of her pussy mound. There he planted a kiss and teasingly licked her at the same time. Debbie placed her Travesti hand on the back of Michael’s head and pushed him harder into her wetness. Michael’s tongue had no where to go but into her heated hole.

Debbie started to grind her pussy against Michael’s mouth, raising her ass up off the king sized bed. He loved her smell, her taste as he tongued her swollen clit.

Suddenly Michael was abruptly brought out of his reverie by the ringing of his phone.

“Hello.” Michael said in his business voice, which was rather difficult with the thoughts in his head and an erection.

“Hi Sexy,” Debbie whispered breathlessly.

Michael’s already hard cock, grew more erect at sound of Debbie’s voice.

“Hi Baby,” Michael managed to blurt out.

“What are you doing?” Debbie asked, laughing mischievously.

“Well, if you must know, I was just thinking about you,” Michael explained, a bit embarassed.

“I was thinking about you too,” Debbie said, “I was thinking about the other night when I was sucking your cock.”

Michael swallowed hard, Konya Travesti but didn’t reply to her comment.

Debbie continued on, “I wish I was there right now, I would kneel between your legs, pull down your zipper, slide my hand inside your pants, and pull your cock out. My hand would slowly move up and down the shaft as I lean down and take the head into my mouth. My lips would ease down the length till I had the whole thing in my mouth. You would feel my tongue circling around. I would slip my hand under your balls and play with them.”

Michael took a deep breath and eased his zipper down. He was taking such a chance, but right now he didn’t care. All he wanted was release with this sweet woman.

Debbie lay naked on her bed, phone balanced in the crook of her neck and shoulder, legs spread. Her hand was covering her swollen pussy.

Michael wrapped his hand around his hard cock. His thumb moved up and over the head, spreading the precum that had already gathered in the tiny slit.

“Fuck, Debbie, I wish you were here now,” Michael İzmir Travesti whispered.

“I wish I were there too,” Debbie replied, “my pussy is sooooo wet for you.”

“MMMMMMMMMMM” Michael moaned.

“I know you don’t have much time, but I want us to cum together. Can you do that? Can you cum with me?” Debbie asked.

“Just try and stop me,” Michael laughed into the phone, as he moved harder up and down his cock.

Debbie dove two fingers deep in her wet hole and groaned loudly, “Oh Michael fuckkkk meeeee! fuck my cunt!”

Michael, knowing she was extremely horny when she said the “cunt” word, pulled harder and faster on his cock. He could feel his cum building up and ready to explode.

“OOOHHHHHHHH Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk I’m cummmmiiiiiinnggggggggg Michael!!!!” Debbie screamed into the phone.

That was all Michael needed. Long ropes of cum shot from the end of his dick, laying across his desk. His balls contracted as he emptied them. He heard Debbie’s soft moans as she gushed from her own orgasm.

For a while there was quiet as the two lovers came down from their euphoria.

“Oh baby,” Michael whispered, “you certainly made my day. How can I thank you?”

Debbie giggled into the phone, “Come and see me as soon as you can!”

Michael laughed and replied, “you got it babe!”

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Jim checked his watch again and glanced at the door. He had not planned on taking a lunch, but when a former coworker called he accepted her offer. There had not been much time for lunches in the past few weeks since his company had released a large amount of employees. He decided that a good lunch out of the building would do him good. Jim waved as he saw Tina come in the door. He stood as she approached and she gave him a warm hug. He couldn’t help hug back as he felt the heat of her body and the scent of her perfume. They settled into the booth and began to talk. It had been a few weeks since they had last talked.

“You’re looking pretty good. Have you started looking for another job yet?” Jim asked.

“I sent out a few resumes, but I haven’t received any calls yet. I’ve been spending the time getting my house in order.”

“You guys doing well financially?”

“Yeah, the severance package was good. I’ve just been having some trouble with Anthony.” She said with a sigh.

Anthony was Tina’s husband, and it was no surprise to Jim that they were having problems. They had been having problems for the past few years and things had not changed. Anthony was a man set in his ways, and where Tina had grown over the years since they married, he had not. He was a bible thumper, and the direction of her growth did not sit well with him. In her mid thirties, Tina had discovered wine, dancing and most of all, sex. It was these three topics that had developed a rift between her and her spouse. They had two children, and even though she was unhappy, she stuck it out.

“I hoped that the extra time might have changed things for you guys.”

“I hoped so too, but he isn’t going to change. I’ve come to realize that he is never going to change his views. I just have to make the best of things.” She said with a smile that held a hint of sadness.

Jim changed the subject as the waitress came to take their order. When she left, he steered the conversation to more generic topics, and kept it so while they ate. He had always found Tina attractive, and as they talked, he found his eyes straying over her. She wasn’t a super model, but she had a nice face. She was a bit on the thin side, with small breasts, but she knew what clothes to wear and how to apply her makeup.

The conversation swung back to relationships and Jim could tell that Tina was really struggling. It had been evident for quite some time, but it was now almost palpable.

“Have you tried spicing up things in the bedroom? Have you tried taking charge and not giving him a choice?” He asked.

“I tried that, but he shut everything Beylikdüzü Escort down. It was over as quick as it started.”

Jim nodded in understanding. There wasn’t much he could say on the subject and he had already spent enough time away from work. Tina had left a few items at the office when she left, and he had kept them for her in his office. He had forgotten to bring them with him, so she decided to return with him in order to retrieve them.

Jim watched her as he held the door for her, and examined her ass. It was small like the rest of her, but her skirt was perfectly conforming. He took another few glances when he could on the way to his office, but that was all. It wasn’t until he opened the door to his office that he decided what to do. He had left the radio on and it masked the sound as He quietly pushed the lock as he closed the door behind them.

“I was thinking about you and Anthony. Maybe if you put on an adult movie that would motivate him. Don’t tell him what it is and see what happens.” Jim said.

“That won’t work. He scrutinizes every movie he watches. He won’t just let it play without knowing what it is.”

“Wow. That’s got to be hard on you. I think I would be too frustrated to think straight.” Jim said. He wanted to be sure of what he was thinking.

“You only know half of it. I try not to think about things, but it’s difficult.” She said.

“What about when you go dancing?” Jim asked with a laugh. He grabbed her hand and deftly slid his arm around her waist.

“It’s difficult but I manage.” She said as he moved her to the beat.

“Come on, I know women like dancing for more than one reason. I hear that the close contact really gets to some women.” He said while gently pulling her a bit closer. He was keenly aware that she was not pulling away, and he continued the dance as if it were harmless and playful.

“What you really need is for your guy to spin you around the floor until you’re about to explode, then do everything that you’ve been fantasizing about.” He said.

The song playing had a heavy beat, and Tina swung her hips to and fro. Jim could see a thin sheen of sweat on her face, and her eyes were fixed on his.

“Hmm…you seem pretty hot as it is.” Jim said. He let his hand slip down and slowly stroked her hip. “Yeah, it’s kind of warm in here…maybe I should sit down.” She said in a faint but heavy voice.

Jim moved her slowly back toward his desk. He helped her up as she hopped to sit, but didn’t let her go. He was standing between her legs with his arm still wrapped around her waist.

“So Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan what would come after the dancing?” Tina asked.

Jim knew enough about Tina to know all of the things that she had been missing out on. He leaned forward and pressed his face into her neck. She sighed and melted against him as he kissed her neck. Her breath caught in her throat as he moved lower and planted kisses along her collarbone.

The blouse she wore was thin and Jim easily slipped it up and over her head. He didn’t bother with removing her bra, but tugged the cups down instead. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were as large as pencil erasers and just as stiff. Jim began by circling his tongue around one of her breasts and slowly moved toward the nipple. Tina was squirming on the desk by the time he reached the bud and moaned when he captured it between his teeth.

Jim alternated between swipes of his tongue and gentled pressure with his teeth. He was glad for the radio, because Tina was emitting an unending series of moans by the time he given the same treatment to both breasts.

Jim felt some hesitance when he slid his hand beneath her skirt and hooked his fingers in her panties. It was only token resistance and Tina even lifted slightly as he pulled her panties free. He began sucking one of nipples again as he massaged her thighs, slowly opening them wider. He eventually gave a strong suck that caused her to jerked, and took the opportunity to slide down on to one knee.

Jim slid his head between her legs and began planting kisses along her thigh. He worked his way to her pussy and could smell her arousal before tasting. He licked slowly along her outer lips and she grabbed his head. He slowly moved to the bottom of her slit and dipped his tongue into her hole. Her slit was open, and a heavy flow of sticky juice oozed freely.

Cunnilingus was something that Tina had never tried, and Jim was determined to show her what she had been missing. He slowly lapped up her juices and then began pushing deeper into her pussy. His tongue began to ache, but he didn’t stop, and soon his mouth was pressed tight to her sticky lips and his tongue burrowed deep inside. He moved his mouth is small tight circles and let his tongue swab her walls.

It didn’t take long for Tina to climax. Jim could feel the muscles in her pussy begin to contract, and he knew that she was on the edge. He moved his mouth slightly and rubbed her clit with his upper lips. This was all it took to put her over the edge, and her body began to tense. He quickly slipped a finger along the trail Esenyurt Escort of cream that had rolled down between her ass cheeks. Just as she was climaxing, he slipped the now wet finger into her ass. Her tight hole swallowed his finger with ease, and Tina bucked wildly as she climaxed. He wiggled the finger in her ass in tandem with his tongue buried in her cunt, and kept it up until she became too sensitive and began to push his head away.

Tina was flushed and sweaty as he pulled away, and Jim did not miss a beat as he quickly unzipped his fly. His cock was so hard that it hurt, and he struggled to free himself.

“Turn over on to your knees.” He told Tina, knowing that she had only experienced sex in the missionary position.

Tina turned over and Jim helped her into the right position. She gasped out loud as he lubricated the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy. He pushed forward, and finding the opening of her hole, pushed inside with one steady stroke.

“Oh shit!” Tina blurted out as Jim sheathed himself fully in her cunt. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her hot walls squeezing his shaft and then began thrusting. He settled on a steady pace and was soon thrusting hard enough to shake the desk. Jim was amazed that her cunt was still drooling a steady stream of cream down his cock. He could feel her juices as the slid down his balls, and could smell her musky scent as if his face were still buried in her slit.

As good as the feeling was, he knew he would not last long. He slid his hands from where they had been at her waist, and cupped each of her breasts. He hunched over her back like an animal and thrust his hips with everything he could muster. He twisted her nipples and she lifted her head, allowing him to suckle the soft skin of her neck. He truly felt like a wild beast as he dominated her body. He felt the tell tale feeling in his stomach as his cock twitched and erupted inside of her. He corkscrewed his hips and pressed as hard as he could into her cunt.

They stayed in the position until Jim recovered his breath. He slowly straightened up and pulled his cock free. He pressed a hand against her lower back to keep her in place, and watched as her open pussy poured a thick mixture onto the desk.

A knock on the door reminding him of another meeting prevented any further activity. Jim tucked his cock away and sprayed air freshener while Tina straightened her clothes. They talked as Jim walked her to the elevator, and Tina seemed happier than he had ever seen her. He was glad for her, but also thinking of things to come. There were others in the elevator, so Jim gave her an innocent hug as they parted. He headed back to his office, with just enough time to send an email before heading out to the meeting. His wife would want to know that they would be having a guest for dinner. She would be especially interested in what who be the main course.

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