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Exxecutive Privilege

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The Penske files

Sharon heard an unexpected noise in the cubicle areas outside her office. Who could be around here at this hour on a Friday before a three-day weekend?

Through her office window she saw a tall figure walking through the rows of cubicles. The person stopped, and then made their way toward her office. In a moment Daniel, a marketing assistant, appeared at her office door.

“I thought I saw the lights on in your office. What are you doing here so late on such a nice Friday evening, Sharon? It’s a three-day weekend, too.”

“Hey, Daniel. I’m trying to get this Penske proposal ready by Tuesday since Ann’s on vacation. Thought I’d plow through it now, so I don’t have to come back and work on it tomorrow. I want to enjoy the whole weekend,” she replied. “And what about you? What brings you back to the office so late?” she asked.

“I was out having a couple of beers with friends after work, then I realized I’d left my backpack here. It’s got my gym clothes in it and that’s where I’m headed next. I almost didn’t make it into the building before they locked the doors.”

“Going to go work off those beers, huh?” she asked with a smile.

“Gonna try,” he said, grinning.

He looked more closely at her and scowled. She still wore her corporate gray skirt-suit and white top, though she’d kicked off her shoes.

“You look tense and tired, Sharon. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather come back tomorrow and finish that proposal? It’s late, and you said earlier you’d gotten here at seven o’clock.”

“I’ve thought about it,” she replied. “I should at least take a break. I’ve only been doing simple stretches here at my desk. My eyes sting from looking at the computer screen so long.

Daniel looked thoughtful and hesitant.

“Well, I recently started going to massage school. I should give you a couple pointers for working at your desk.”

“Really?” Sharon exclaimed. “Then you’re just the person I want to see!” She thought for a moment. “I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll be leaving us, though.”

“No worries there, it’s just something I want to do to help people. And the extra money wouldn’t hurt, either. It’ll be a side gig,” he replied.

Sharon paused.

“I hesitate to ask this, but would you mind rubbing my shoulders a bit?”

“I was thinking about it,” Daniel said, smiling. “It would give me a chance to practice on someone who’s not a classmate. It’s inappropriate I guess, though — I mean as co-workers.”

Sharon was Daniel’s manager and vice president of marketing. She had interviewed and hired Daniel. Why not? she asked herself. After all, some high-tech firms offer free shoulder massages to their employees. Consider it “executive privilege.”

Sharon gave a short laugh and said “Look, we’ve been working together for over a year now. I have no misgivings about having you rub my shoulders.”

“Well, okay then,” Daniel replied.

He stepped around to the back of her chair as she leaned forward a bit and rubbed her shoulders and upper back.

“Yeah, you’re pretty tense. You should do some de-stressing exercises if you’re going to be working at a desk this long,” Daniel said. “I’ll show you them before I leave.”

“Yeah, I know I should take better care of myself,” Sharon sighed. “I wanted to pump this out, though.”

Sharon felt the tension and stress disappear under his skilled hands. She sighed. Sharon became more relaxed, and worked hard to suppress a moan.

“They’re teaching you well at that massage school,” Sharon said.

It felt so good. She wished Brad weren’t gone-she could use some physical attention.

Daniel continued the massage for another minute.

“Where did your boyfriend go? Didn’t he go on a trip?” he asked.

“He’s gone on a motorcycling trip with a few of his buddies. They’re driving the River Road from the source of the Mississippi to its mouth in New Orleans. Then they’re going to Mardi Gras. They’re making it a 17-day trip. Not my thing. He calls me every night.”

“Wow, that sounds like an awesome trip. When did he leave?”

“A week ago Monday.”

Sharon didn’t want these good feelings to end, Daniel’s touch was heavenly. She’d had a hard week anyway, besides Ann being on vacation.

Daniel was a nerdy hipster type who dressed a bit too funky for a corporate environment. In his spare time Daniel was an artist. He blended photography with painting, with occasional female nudes. Sharon had seen some of his work. His pieces had a sensuality to them but the sensibility of Jackson Pollack. Sharon tried to put together all these incongruities about Daniel. A hipster in a corporate marketing environment, a gym rat, artist, and-masseur? What an eclectic guy!

Over the desk

Daniel stroked her hair for a few seconds, then gave her hair a gentle tug to signal an end. Sharon felt a familiar tingle inside her from the hair pull. She sighed, still hunched over her desk, wondering if he knew that the hair pull was “a move.” Alanya Fetiş Escort She didn’t think it was his intention, but it had aroused her senses.

“Okay, we’ll stop here. You don’t seem as tense now,” Daniel said.

Sharon paused for a moment, wondering more about those “executive privileges.” It wasn’t so much that she missed Brad, Daniel’s touch had turned her on. Even though her body was more relaxed, her mind raced with indecision. Should she come onto him? Screw Brad, he wasn’t going to last long in her life anyway; too much of a macho guy. But, there was the obstacle of manager-employee relations and its possible repercussions. She shifted in her seat and felt the tingle again.

“No, I think I’ve still got some tension left in me,” she said in a quiet, hesitant voice.

Slowly, she sat upright in her chair and turned to face him. Daniel had started to walk away.

“Enjoy your weekend, Sharon!”

“Wait. Don’t go yet, Daniel,” Sharon said.

He turned and looked at her.

She smiled and paused before speaking.

“You know, Daniel, it isn’t easy being in my position, a vice president and a department manager. It requires a lot of responsibility, which comes with significant stress. The stress comes with managing people. But there are certain perks to a vice president’s role. You could call them ‘executive privileges, `I guess,” she said, pulling her chair out from her desk.

Daniel didn’t mean to frown, but he did. She took no notice and went on.

“I suppose you’ve heard of some privileges that executives and some managers have. One of them is obvious-telling a subordinate what to do, and then they do it. That’s part of managing people.”

She paused.

Daniel gave a quiet scoff through his nostrils and said, “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Sharon.”

She looked at the floor and then said, “What I mean is, I still have some tension in me. Maybe you didn’t hear me say it a minute ago.”

“No, I didn’t. I thought I’d taken care of it.”

Her gaze returned to his face and she smiled.

“Okay, then, I’ll tell you straight out. I’m asking you to finish the job you started, because we can’t leave work half done in this office. I still feel tension in me.”

Daniel’s expression turned to one of exasperation as he looked at the ceiling. Sharon felt in unfamiliar yet familiar territory. She had come on to men before, but never when it involved a working relationship. The more she thought about and talked about it, the more her loins tingled.

“Okay, then, what would you like me to do?” he asked.

“A woman has certain needs, Daniel,” she said, looking him in the eye. She touched her finger to her lower lip.

“What?” Daniel asked.

Sharon reached out her stockinged foot and rubbed it along his calf.

“Sh-Sharon, what are you doing?” Daniel asked, backing away and into the credenza hard.

A photo of Sharon and Brad leaning upright fell flat, and the tall credenza fell, blocking his exit. She had him trapped. Sharon gave him a look that said she was the cat and he was a mouse

“I’m not sure this is the right thing, Sharon.”

“Not sure what’s the right thing?” Sharon asked, feigning innocence.

“You’re trying to…”

She scooted her chair closer to him, and then reached out to rub his thigh.

“What am I trying to do, Daniel? Tell me.”

Sharon enjoyed this, fuck any repercussions. Her pussy was wet. How many times had she fantasized about seducing a younger man?

Daniel moved the credenza aside so he could get through. He couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“You’re trying to-turn me on,” he said at last.

Sharon laughed. Oh, this was fun!

“Turn you on? I don’t understand,” Sharon said. “All I said was that I still have more tension in me. Do you think you can relieve the rest of my tension, Daniel?” she asked as she traced her finger to his crotch.

“Well, yes but, you … you’re my manager, and you have a boyfriend.”

“Which makes it all the more delicious, doesn’t it?” she asked, disbelieving she’d said it.

Was it the long day? Maybe it was the fight she and Brad had before he left. It may have been that she was plain horny, alone in the office with a hunky young co-worker.

“Oh, no. I can’t believe this is happening,” Daniel said.

Sharon felt something in his slacks growing harder and longer as she rubbed. She ran the edge of a polished red fingernail down the length of his pole.

“You know, I think he wants to come out and play,” she said, looking up and smiling. “Don’t you think he wants to play? Maybe he knows what you want better than you do.”

Sharon watched him as he struggled with his thoughts. She continued to rub and stroke him through his pants. He was no longer trapped between the credenza and her. He could leave if he wanted to.

“You can leave, you know. You can get by the credenza, if you want. I don’t want this to be harassment. Alanya Gecelik Escort You don’t think I’m harassing you, do you?”

“No,” Daniel whispered at last.

Now it was Daniel whose body had gone limp, although something else had stiffened. Sharon smiled and felt his cock hard inside his pants.

“Do you mind if we set this big guy free?” she asked.

“No,” Daniel whispered again.

She felt inside his boxer-briefs, and pulled his dick out so it could get some air. She gazed at its length. It had a slight up-curve to its shape, and ended in a tapered tip. It was a ready-made G-spot cock!

Sharon loved sex, and was very orgasmic. In her younger years people considered her a bit of a slut. This accounted in part for her first marriage at age 20 and later two divorces. She became known around her high school and liberal arts college for her oral skills. Funny thing was, she never became known for her artistic skills.

Still sitting in her chair, she slowly and methodically took his entire length into her mouth. Her nose bumped against his shaved pubis, and she heard him gasp. She made guttural, half-choking noises as she worked it down her throat. She rolled her tongue around it a couple times, then slid it out slowly. His cock slipped from her mouth, wet with her spit. And then she did the same thing again and again.

Sharon watched Daniel as she sucked, taking in more of him. He was tall, with a wiry frame, tight abs, narrow hips, and rather scrawny thighs. (Brad had a stockier build, so his thighs were more like a baseball catcher’s.) He wasn’t particularly tan, a bit on the pale side. Sharon enjoyed the sun in her free time, so her skin contrasted with his.

Sharon stared at the area where his outer thigh met his hip. The muscle tightened as she thrust his cock into her mouth. She looked at his cock the next time she slid it out of her mouth. Gobs of her drool covered it, a string of spit hanging from the head. The look and texture of his cock, its veins and the spongy head, excited her. She felt her pussy drip, and a familiar, aching hunger inside her.

She grasped the base of his cock in one hand, caressing his balls as she sucked. Her hand twisted and turned around the shaft as she worked him. Daniel grabbed her head with both hands and moaned, “Oh yeah, that feels so good.”

Letting go of his balls, she slid her hands up and unbuttoned his shirt. His hairless chest was nicely toned. She loved feeling his belly and chest, knowing what pleasure she was giving him as he sighed. Her panties stuck to her pussy lips, she was so wet.

Sharon took his length into her mouth again. Then she reached behind him and grabbed both his butt cheeks, and pulled him hard into her. This had the effect of adding another inch to his length inside her mouth, and she almost retched. She escaped the situation by sliding his dick out until just the head was in her mouth, and exhaling hard.

Daniel moved to the side away from Sharon slightly, and his cock slipped out of her.

“I thought this was about relieving your shoulder tension,” he said, smirking.

Sharon stood up, and then sat on the edge of her desk.

“I think we’ve got a real good start on that,” she replied in a throaty voice that dripped with desire.

Looking him in the eyes with a lustful expression, she slowly lifted her skirt up around her waist. Her arousal had soaked through her panties and the crotch of her nylons. She could see the desire in his eyes when he saw the damp dark patch between her legs.

“Oh, my god, that looks so good,” he said quietly. “You are so wet!”

Still looking into Daniel’s eyes, Sharon said to him in the same low, sexy voice, “I need something else from you now. Something that will put out my fire.”

Daniel watched as she straightened up, and reached under her skirt. Sharon took off her underwear and nylons together, and then removed her skirt. Daniel looked her over appreciatively.

Naked, she cleared away papers, the computer mouse and keyboard, and some photos from her desk. Then she bent over it, offering him her ass. Daniel reached down and began to finger her sopping pussy, which opened for his fingers. A stream of her arousal began to trickle from her pussy onto the desk.

“I don’t need any foreplay, just… I need to feel you inside me,” she said, her voice shaking.

“Come here,” she told him, grabbing his cock from behind and pulling him toward her.

Daniel moved forward, and she rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, making her tremble in her legs. He kept rubbing and teasing her opening. Her juices collected at the hole.

“Don’t tease,” she begged. “Fuck me. I need you inside me. Get it in.”

Then he slowly but firmly plunged the whole of his rod into her wet sheath.

“Oh yessssss! That’s what I want!” Sharon moaned. “Yeah, fuck me good baby!” she whispered.

She felt a wave start to form somewhere inside her. It Alanya Genç Escort started far offshore and began to build, taking her along with it in its force. Then it started to crest. It crashed on the beach, and she felt herself cumming as she moaned “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!”

Daniel stayed with her, continuing to move in and out of her as she came. He teased her by pulling out entirely, or leaving just the head of his rod in her-then plunging back into her again. And again. Back out and tease—plunge in deep; the repetition and contrast drove her crazy. Her hands were taut as she gripped the edge of the desk.

Sharon had a mental picture of how she might look to anyone coming by her office window. She, bent over her desk as her young subordinate plowed into her doggie-style. The mental image made her hornier, and she bucked her hips back at him. The sound of their hips slapping together filled the office, with their grunts and moans.

Daniel began to lose himself in his passion, and started to fuck her harder. He grasped her hips once more, and pounded her. From his insistent ramming and his increased panting she sensed he was about to cum.

“Wait! I want you to cum in my mouth,” she heard herself say.

Daniel stepped back while Sharon got off the desk, then knelt on the floor in front of him.

She watched as Daniel stood over her, head back as he stroked his cock. She said words of encouragement as he did. Then she heard him gasp in pleasure, saw his cock swell and lurch. She loved cock, especially one spurting its load down her throat. She clamped her mouth down hard over his rod. Suddenly, spurt after hot salty spurt splashed at the back of her mouth and spilled down her throat.

Sharon bore down to swallow it all, grimaced, and realized there was no way she was going to take it all. She released his cock, lifted her face and opened her mouth wide. The last spurts splashed on her face and open mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her tits. Even after her efforts, she wanted more of Daniel’s cum. It tasted so good!. She tried sucking and jerking, while stroking his balls. All she could produce was a few little squirts.

It was over. They looked at each other, breathing hard, Daniel still towering over her.

“Oh my god,” they said simultaneously, and broke into laughter.

Daniel helped Sharon up, and she sat on the desk. Sharon reached for a few tissues, wiped her pussy, and cleaned the cum from her face and breasts. She sat down in the chair, noticing the cum and pussy juice mixture on it. A quick wipe erased the evidence.

“Well, I’m definitely not feeling any more tension,” she grinned.

Daniel chuckled.

“I think I’ll skip the gym tonight,” he said.

There was an awkward silence.

“I’d better go,” Daniel said, and he began to dress.

He then set the credenza in its position, and they said an awkward goodbye.

Sharon didn’t move from the desk until she heard the elevator door close. When she did, she saw a puddle of their combined juices on the desk. Sharon dressed, and collected herself and her things. She put things back where they belonged, and took a small hand mirror out of her purse. Examining herself in it, she noticed her hair was messy, but not too bad considering.

She headed for the ladies room, checking on the way to see if anyone had been around to catch their encounter. The place was like a ghost town. She had a pee, washed, and checked herself again in the bathroom mirror.

How the hell did that happen, she asked herself as she walked to the parking garage. Daniel was an attractive young man, and she’d been alone in the office with good-looking guys before. Fuck, she’d flirted with them in her office, even when she had a guy at home. This wasn’t like her. What had happened?

There was a text message on her phone from Brad: “Hi, it’s me, just checking in to say we’re all fine. Was hoping to talk. Where are you? Gonna go to bed early tonight, today was a long ride. We’ll talk tomorrow, I guess. See ya.”

Sharon didn’t know what to do. Should she call a girlfriend? No, it would shock her friends if she told them about the encounter with Daniel. So would her two college-aged daughters. These days she tried to hold up a reputation as a “good girl.” But even good girls can succumb to sexual situations, she told herself.

Heading into the bathroom, she turned on the water for the tub and took off her clothes. She poured some bubble bath and lit a candle, and then got into the tub for a hot soak. A good sob was in order as well; she hadn’t meant to be unfaithful to Brad. It disturbed her to know she’d come onto Daniel so easily. Had she never left her slutty side behind?

True, Brad wasn’t that great of a guy. She knew he was more convenience than someone she could spend years with. He was a kind of a jerk, really. But she had a tendency to fall for jerks—she didn’t know why. Daniel was a sensitive, artistic guy who seemed to know his way around a woman’s body-the kind she never went for.

Sharon got out of the bath, dried off, and then put on her pajamas. She had a restless night, feeling horrible as she argued with herself. Could she, should she ever tell her boyfriend about the encounter with Daniel? Why had she been so quick to have sex with him?

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My Sister Janet Pt. 03

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Even before dawn broke it was still warm enough for a single bedsheet. Janet was nestled on her side with me behind her so that my chest, stomach and thighs were in contact with her and I felt her warmth. I reviewed last night in my mind, erotic images and words, but one powerful message dominated everything.

We had committed incest. My sister and I had fucked – twice: I’d licked her pussy, she’d sucked my cock. Not to mention that I’d cum in her and on her and we’d pissed on each other for fun. I felt zero guilt.

As my mind woke, so did my cock. Janet was breathing slowly, deeply, so I just let my hardon nestle against the fabric between her butt cheeks. It was warm, and a little damp there. I thrust gently, loving the warmth of her, then I took my cock out of my boxers and put it back there. I could feel how flimsy was the barrier between my cock head and my sister’s flesh, and I pushed gently.

I must have drifted back to sleep, because some time later I realised the sun was nearly up. My cock again became rigid and I got it nested in my favourite spot again, then I realised with a jolt that it was touching bare flesh.

I raised my head to look, but I couldn’t tell if Janet was awake. I whispered: “JJ? You awake?”

“Mmm hmm, just.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You sure? Felt like you were trying to put your cock in my bum. That’s why I took my panties off.”

“Was that your bum? Oh, um…”

Janet reached back and put something in my hand.

“Use that. It’ll help. Take the reward you earned last night.”

It was a tube of lube she’d handed me. Now I’m not slow on the uptake, but I think it took me a few seconds to grasp her meaning.

My sister wanted me to fuck her arse. I’d heard about it, now I was going to try it. Was there anything my dirty sister didn’t know about turning me on?

“JJ, I mean…”

“It’s OK, I’ve always wanted to try. C’mon, little brother. Let’s try it?”

Janet turned onto her stomach and spread her legs. I squirted a bit of lube on my index finger and rubbed it around her puckered arse, thinking it was just the tight external ring that would resist my entry. Then I lubed my shaft, an extra bit on the head. I’d heard it could be difficult to get inside a girl’s arse. And I realised I had no idea how. I pushed gently while Janet moved her hips upwards to try to help, then pulled her bum apart with both hands. Even when I managed to get the tip in, my cock bent up because she was so tight and I couldn’t get the angle right.

I held my shaft tightly to keep it straight and pushed gently. Janet whimpered: “Ow! OW! No no, it’s OK. Just gently.”

I sensed she’d relaxed her whole body and Alanya Grup Escort the next time I pushed, it was as if I’d broken through a knot. My steamy-sexy sister gasped and tensed a little, but her sphincter opened more and then I was inside it.

“Oh! Just keep still for a sec, Mike.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes, but it’s also really fucking good. Um, maybe just – yes, like that. Press, don’t fuck. Mmmm. Oh Mikey, I like thiss…”

If her pussy was hot and liquid, her arse was hot and tight. After maybe two minutes of gentle pressure, we’d worked out a rhythm with me just pressing while she pushed back with her hips. It was too much for me after only a couple of minutes, and I had to restrain myself from pushing too hard and hurting her and I began pressing into her arse more urgently. She had opened to accommodate me now and raised herself off the bed a little. She was moaning, fingering herself.

“Oh Mikey! Nngh. A cock in my bum Oofh and two fingers in my pussy! Oh FUCKKK This…is fucking heaven! Please cum with meee…”

She didn’t need to say ‘please’. My balls were knocking against the hand she had tried to bury inside her own pussy and all of a sudden they tightened, my cock twitched and pulsed, and I groaned through clenched teeth while I emptied inside my sister’s arse. Her sphincter pulsed gently in what I imagined was her own orgasm, which just made my climax headier still.

This time she didn’t want me to stay inside her.

“Oh Mikey it hurts a bit. Take it out – gently – OWW! Oh, I’m sore.”

“I’m so sorry JJ. I wouldn’t have done it if I was going to hurt you.”

“I know you wouldn’t, I know. It was just the first and last bits that hurt. In the middle I was nearly fainting with pleasure. Jesus Mikey, I can’t believe I’m so fucking horny with my own brother!”

“Yeah! I know! I can’t believe any of this. Although I have to say girl, if I woke up from a coma or something to find it wasn’t real I’d wank for days on the fantasies!”

“Hahahah. Oh, it’s real alright. OK. My bum’s sore, we’re both sweaty and I need a pee.”

“Me too. Wanna hold it again?”

“Um, no. I just had an idea. Let’s shower but not pee. I’ll tell you why in a minute. C’mon – get clean before we get dirty again!”

We soaped each other in the shower. I liked standing behind her and soaping from her tits to between her thighs while she reached back with one hand around my neck to hold me close. She spent a while soaping my cock – “Gotta make sure he’s nice and clean!”

“OK, so what’s the game this time JJ?”

“OK. Here, get dry.” She handed me one of the damp towels while she dried with another.

“It’s like this. One of the sexy little things I like to do is wet my panties.”

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“You heard right. I like to pee my pants on purpose.” She was bent at the waist to one side fluffing her hair dry, talking about this as though she were discussing her favourite movie. Her no-nonsense directness is probably what helped me got over the fact that I’d started a sexual relationship with my own sister and felt absolutely no guilt or regret.

“OK, well, what do you have in mind?”

“It’s super horny if I can hold it until I cum then pee and cum at the same time. The release is fantastic. Can boys do that?”

“I don’t think so. No.”

“That’s a shame. OK, slight change of plan then. How about I do my thing and tell you when I want you to pee? Or wait! You can piss on me anytime and then maybe cum on my tits – you said you wanted to. Deal?”

I liked her taking the lead, since I had no experience and even less confidence. I just nodded. This time we used the empty spa bath. Janet put our beach towels on the bottom to sit on, still dressed in her t-shirt but she’d put yesterday’s panties back on. Those tight white ones that hugged her so well. She had her legs wide apart so I could see her slit through them.

I got naked and knelt between her calves. She was biting her bottom lip as she looked at me and reached for my cock and balls. She masturbated me gently for half a minute, then popped me in her mouth.

“Wait, Nettie. I go off like a rocket in the morning, even after cumming once already I don’t think…”

She let go of my cock, saying: “Oh Nettie is it? You haven’t called me that since we were tiny.”

“Don’t touch my dick for a bit. It’s a boy thing. Especially this boy with you…”

“Aw! You say the nicest things…”

I put my hand between her legs and stroked gently. In seconds she was moaning and wet, I’d practically pushed her knickers up inside her and they were damp. Janet pulled at her own nipples underneath her t-shirt while her chest began heaving. I stroked between her legs for maybe three or four minutes, then she put her right hand inside her panties and began frigging with more urgency, looking into my eyes with that bottom lip between her teeth again.

Closer to climax now, her head dropped to her chest, closing her eyes for a few seconds at a time but always meeting mine when she opened them again.

With her left hand she reached for my cock. I understood and knelt close. Janet began moaning in her throat, bent to gobble my cock in there, and pulled at my shaft. I had no resistance left, I tried to warn her but it came too soon. She didn’t care – I pulsed the gobs of my cum on the back of her throat while she gently fed my shaft as far in it as she could.

I stayed in her suckling Alanya Manken Escort mouth for some seconds in a selfish afterglow, not realising she was working up to cumming herself. As my mind came back to earth, that other morning thing took over. I needed to piss.

I withdrew and tried to aim it down with some difficulty, my sister helped by sitting more upright without slowing her fingers inside her panties. One word was said: “OK”

Spurts of yellow piss took sticky strands of cum off the end of my dick, then I managed to relax enough to let go. Janet played it over her tits, where I soaked her enough to make the cotton transparent. Her stiff nipples strained against the fabric.

My liquids splashed off her and ran down between her legs to wet her panties, which were jiggling about with the rapid movement of her hand.

“Fuck yesss, this is… Oh fuck, Mikey!”

Something devilish started in the back of her throat and took power from her lungs. I was a spectator now, watching as my sister flung her legs apart and used her free hand to push her invading one hard against herself. The noise through clenched teeth was raw, primitive, climactic.

As I watched her thighs closing on her hands, twitching and jerking, her pee-soaked tits heaved and jiggled, and I heard a strong pssshhhtt sound. This was what she’d wanted – she was pissing hard and cumming at the same time. Her eyes were closed, so was her mouth as she twitched and jerked in rapture, all the time flooding her hands, knickers and thighs with her pee.

I was awestruck. My sister, eyes closed in rapture, had just swallowed my cum, helped me to piss on her chest, then masturbated herself in front of me to a strong peegasm. My mind stretched it out, even though the intense part probably lasted just seconds; but it was a full half-minute before the last twitches faded and my lovely, horny sister opened her eyes, bit her bottom lip, then burst into happy laughter.

“Oh my effing gee! I have never come that hard before. And with you watching, well, maybe that’s why.”

I was slowly stroking my half-hard cock. “All part of the service, ma’am. Oh, and anytime you want somebody to watch – anything – I’m your man.”

She giggled and her tits jiggled again. “Oh, look how wet I am.”

“I had noticed.” Another giggle. OK, you shower and I’ll put this wet stuff in the washer.”

So practical! And that’s how it went. Janet showered after me, then we realised we had no clean clothes in this suite – after all this was our parents’ room – our stuff was in our cabins.

I put on yesterday’s shirt and shorts, Janet borrowed mum’s track suit. We went back to our cabins.

These were the first few minutes away from my sister since it all kicked off and I suddenly realised the ramifications of our tryst. You can’t unfuck your own sister or unlick her pussy. She can’t unsuck your dick any more than you can uncum inside her pussy, her arse or her mouth. I felt redness around my face. I didn’t know what to think now that I was alone.

Except I was very sure I didn’t want it to stop.

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My NeverEnding Itch Ch. 02

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[This is a work of fiction; all sex is consensual, involving characters above the age of 18]

Hey gang! I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

I’m really excited to get to the good stuff about what a happy-go-lucky, daddy-slurping, suck slut I am! In fact, I have a confession to make… I got so excited exposing all my inner thoughts in that last chapter, I totally got off on myself after I was done. My little pussy was buzzing away like a gearshift the entire time I was writing (and I really did almost cum while telling about the peepshow in the bathroom, I swear). And I felt sort of weird about that. Like, getting off on my own words like that is kinda lame, right?

But then once it got posted and I knew I was all exposed? Oh my gawd!! I totally threw off my Hello-Kitty panties and had at myself again. And I felt like I was being watched the entire time… wow, I almost want to do it again right now just thinking about it!

A lot of the response to my introduction was kinda cruel but I don’t care. Look Mommy, no apologies! I don’t really care if you don’t like the way I talk (go listen to someone else then, buh bye!) But I should prolly go ahead and come clean about my focus issues. I’ve got ADD. But I’m not stupid! I’m not! And at least I can properly punctuate an entire sentence – unlike some ‘anonymous’ people. (BTW, I also know what a tease I am but if you can’t handle that then I’ll be honest – I’m not real interested in helping you resolve your frustration. What this pussy needs is something stiff and persistent with enough stamina and patience to put up with all my purposeful stammering. THAT’s a perfect match!)

It’s true though, I’ve always had problems disciplining my brain. It actually bothered me a lot growing up…

Until I saw an erect cock for the second time. Daddy’s Cock! Again!

Yup, officially there’s only one thing that commands my complete attention. And that’s Cock, with a capital C! (Even pussy leaves me distracted, cuz there’s so many other things to play with on a girl. But a guy’s Cock pretty much says, ‘What’s important is right… HERE!’). And once I witnessed what blows off that bottle cap? I suddenly knew confidence. Confident I needed to have some of that!

Like I told you before I was held back my Junior year in high school (because of the ADD, dummy). I had to do it all over again so I actually turned 18 that year. Up until then, believe it or not, I was the girl you see in school who hardly talks to anybody. I was shy and uncertain. Scouts honor!

Even though the guys had been chasing my pretty ass around since grammar school, I was sort of embarrassed about my body. And when they’d kinda surround me and put their hands on me, I’d just smash my books to my chest and try to get out of there! I wasn’t really mad at them. And I never ever told on them (not even to Daddy). That’s just what boys do, right? I knew I had some stuff that would attract them, as compared to other girls. I mean, besides my perfect ass I didn’t have giant boobs or anything but… I looked at the magazines and noticed I pretty much had what those girls had. I just didn’t know what to do with it.

Am I saying I never played with myself? No. In fact, after the guys would do a group fondle on me like that – the rest of the day was unbearable. All I could hear was the tingle between my legs, while all these wild images flashed through my head. And I just wanted to get home to take a bath. I thought so I could clean myself, but I just wasn’t being honest about that – it was so I could rub myself, between the legs!

But that’s all I ever did was rub myself. I never put a finger in me. I guess that had something to do with Mom. You know, the way she died n’ all. In fact, all of it had to do with Mom.

But that all changed when I found out what Daddy had been doing in the living room all these years…

(You can take your pants off now. I’m going to. I know I was a naughty little girl last chapter but I promise I’ll help you finish this time. In fact, I’m desperate for it! Will you please take your pants off? Please? And that means pussies too! I want dewy pussy next time I come back to hear what you think of all this stuff. Panties around your ankles, girlfriend! Not now… but eventually *wink*)

For years I would lay in bed late at night and listen to Daddy down in the living room, ‘mourning’. It was very physical. He would grunt. And groan. And moan. Almost like he was encountering it. And he would talk to himself, though I never could make out what he was saying.

I would lay there and ache along with his pain. But I didn’t want to go down there and upset him. He was very private about that stuff and I just figured he needed to be alone with it. Didn’t want me to see that, ya know?

But this time we were having plumbing problems upstairs. I was feeling a little frustrated and parched that night and the only running water was in the downstairs bathroom. Well, it was in the kitchen too, but I figured he’d be on the couch and the bathroom was Beylikdüzü Escort behind that… so maybe it would be okay just this one time to risk embarrassing Daddy.

That’s what I told myself.

The truth is I wanted to go to him. I dunno, maybe I was getting to the point where I wanted to nurture – and not just be nurtured. He’d always taken care of everything and I was getting a little pissed off at myself about that. Other than cook dinner for us the last couple years I basically let him spoil me. I mean, we had a great relationship, and I wasn’t at all a brat – but I sorta let him Daddy’s-little-girl me all the time. I was a Junior in High School now, wasn’t it time I take matters into my own hands and help out?

So I got up and went down there, in my long shirt and panties. Thinking I’d just slip into the bathroom unnoticed… and maybe take a peak at what Daddy looks like when he’s allowing himself to hurt. Decide if there’s anything I could do about it.

But I never ever expected what I saw at the bottom of the stairs that night… oh my god!

On the way down I heard muffled voices that didn’t really sound like someone in the room. Turns out is was and it wasn’t.

Daddy was on the couch, as I suspected. But my view went straight to our television screen. There were two naked people on the screen… having sex!! One was a teenaged version of my Father. And the other? My Mother!!

Right there on the big screen TV I saw my daddy, a young cowboy, pumping his tight naked ass away – slamming it into my mother, with her face down and her shiny ass up high in the air. And she wasn’t quiet about it at all!

“God that’s good. FUCK this pussy gewd, baby. Fuck me good enough to make me remember forever. Kill me with that cock and don’t stop!”

The ‘Trojan guard’ I saw one night so long ago had gone into full attack mode and had my mother’s pussy under siege. And that place I rub in the bathtub was swallowing up the impossible, over and over and over again. He’d pull that big stern cock out her, like a rabbit from a hat – it couldn’t possibly have just been in there – and slam it all back into a place I wasn’t sure could even handle my finger!!

As if in a trance, I wandered into an area of the room where I could now see that same cock on the couch. Erect – jutting upward from his unbuckled pants. Only, this version was being pretty seriously manhandled by my father’s hands. Which was a good thing, cuz it kept him from noticing me.

“Your ass is so sexy, sugar.” He stopped for a moment to caress her ripe ass on the TV screen. (Now I knew where I got it from. The both of them combined? I’m a lucky girl.)

“Don’t stop, baby. Don’t ever stop!!”

“I just gotta take a moment to appreciate…” But that ain’t what she wanted, apparently.

“Harder, FuCK me HARDER!!… Gawd that cock is good. It’s so gewwwwwwwwwwD!”

And I noticed both on the couch and on the screen that he began to get more vigorous… and a lot more confident. He really started pumping it to her. And I didn’t know if that would necessarily feel better, but it sure looked like MOM thought so!!

“Oh yes – STUDfuck me, baby!… Teach me how to fuck a real cowboy…”

And the more excessive she got with her praise, the more demonstrative and unapologetic HE got! I’d stumbled into a room impossibly alive with energy, I almost felt like we were at the center of EVERYTHING! (And I learned the lesson right then that the more magnificent you make him believe he is – the more motivated he’ll be to thrust it all in you. Which is apparently, exactly what us tawdry types require!)

Suddenly, he started spanking her ass without being told to do so. Like he was taming the bull, so to speak.

“Oh gawwwwd. YES! Yes… yes… yes… YES!!”

Daddy started slapping at his own cock on the couch. It bounced around like a fighter mocking his opponent. Mom just kept screaming appreciation for all the effort he was giving. Then she turned to face the camera with the most daring and triumphant look I could every imagine, and slithered out:

“If Daddy could only see me now…”

You know that picture of Eve they always use, when she’s just about to bite into the apple? That’s the look she had on her face. It said, ‘Yeah, I know… but I’m gonna go there anyway. I like to taste the mischief. And I think you like it when I do’.

It was then that I noticed the cock on the couch was looking at me. Daddy didn’t see me, but his cawk was staring right at me!

I thought I heard it say, ‘Hello again. And how are you? Are you ready for me yet?’

And then I felt myself flush. All the energy in the room had been swirling around me and I suddenly felt it flow THROUGH me. Not that I came or anything, but I suddenly felt wet instead of static. And my pussy started PULSING! It felt like my body was preparing for something new…

And, of course, it was!

And then Daddy said, “Who’s your Daddy?”

And Mommy said, “YOU are!” Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan And she winked at the camera.

And Daddy said, “You like Daddy’s cock?”

And it looked like Mommy’s knees almost gave out for a second, but she held firm and declared, “I LOVE Daddy’s cock… I want to fuck it all the time! Oh god!… I’m gonna cum… I wanna cum… Can I cum on your cock, Daddy, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase?”

And Daddy spoke from the couch, “Don’t wait for Daddy, baby – DO it!”

And my untouched little pussy squirmed and clutched between my legs. I almost collapsed.

“Cum on that cock,” Daddy said from the screen.

“Are you sure it’s okay? I don’t wanna be wrong… spank me one more time to make sure of it,” she encouraged.

And he did. SHARPLY! Along with a demand, in unison, from the couch and the screen both, “I said cum on that cock!”

And then Mom started shaking all over and throwing her hair around. All kinds of nasty shit came out of her mouth, most of it garbled and impossible to understand (even though I’d been paying attention to that stuff since the public restroom incident). My Dad had a real hard time keeping things going with her thrashing around like that. But then I watched her body explode. I swear. I thought I saw her body completely obliterate for the tiniest of moments. Like she pixilated and shot out from the screen. Dad started grunting and pumping his ass up off the couch into his fist. These were the same grunts I had heard before from the room when I thought he was in mourning. And I noticed his hand was all slick and covered with shiny stuff now…

The cock spoke to me again and said, ‘We have a surprise left for you’. And it was grinning again, and I was real intimidated. And then I realized my thighs were all wet. My pussy was soaked! And I looked at the cock again and it said, ‘I got plenty more than that in here’. And his balls rolled around in his very large sack. Like they were collecting something. I looked back at his super-proud cockhead and it fucking winked at me, I SWEAR!

But then my attention got diverted back to mom. Her tenor had changed to a more liquid surrender when she cooed out, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daddeeeeeeee…” And her mouth was drooling all over the carpet. By this point her body had collapsed and she was laying completely flat to the floor.

Dad got up and moved to the camera. I got an unbelievable shot of his big stiff boner jammed right into the lens – it was huge! And he said, “You’re gonna love this,” and moved the camera to the floor, straight on aimed at Mom’s head. I could see her shiny round ass over her back. And her legs all askew at the ankles.

And then my Dad moved back into frame and squat down over her head. He had a really muscular ass, and I couldn’t see the cock until he moved Mom’s head to face the camera and forced it into her mouth.

She looked totally out of energy and her lips sort of drooled around his fat shaft. And then he started doing to her mouth what he’d just finished doing to her pussy. Pumping his ass down into her and back, his balls slapping off her chin.

“You like that, Mr. Anderson.” That was Mom’s father’s name.

“…She likes to taste it before I finish.”

By now Dad’s couch cock and fist was covered in just about as much shiny stuff as his balls were on the screen. It just kept grinning at me… ‘Not yet’. But after I saw what it had done to my mom, how totally satiated she looked? I started to trust it. And my little cunt immediately responded to that thought, ‘I think that’s a fine idea. Look what it did for her!’

And so I smiled at the cock.

And the cock smiled back, ‘Good girl. That’s a vewy gewd grrrrl!’

I was pleased.

Then Dad was back behind Mom and mounting her. In the same way as he was mounting her face, only facing towards me now – squatting above her ass and pressing himself into her. I was too naïve at the time to think he might be putting it in her ass, I never would have even considered it! But he wasn’t. And here’s how I’m sure…

He put his hand over the top of her ass cheeks with his thumb down in the crack and started moving it around in tiny circles.

She moaned like a ghost, “Hewwwwwwwwwwwwwwph.”

“That’s it, baby. Daddy’s gonna like this…” Tighter little circles.

And then her eyes burst back open. His hand had sunk further down the crevice of her ass. I suddenly realized… he had just popped his thumb in her ass! Oh my GAWD!!

My legs started to wobble and I darted my eyes back to the couch, terrified I was making noise. But Daddy was there talking to the television. Saying things like, “That’s it baby… I’ve got some more for you… I’ll never stop.”

Safe now, I looked back to the screen. Mom had that grin back on her face again. And she was literally staring right through the lens. At the time I felt she was talking to me, but since then I learned the difference. But it didn’t matter either way. What she was Escort Beylikdüzü saying was the same… ‘No apologies’.

I don’t apologize, Mommy! You’d be so proud of me right now!! I can’t wait to let EVERYONE know what Daddy and I do! My little cunt knows JUST what to do, and I am not wasting an OUNCE of its purpose. Isn’t that right everybody?! How many of you are fucking yourselves along with me right now? Isn’t this GREAT?! My little fuckbox LUVS you guys!!

But anyway, back to the story… I want to finish sooo baddddd! (If you know what I mean *wink*)

So anyway, Dad had his thumb up my Mom’s ass and was using that like a bowling ball grip to fuck his incredible cock into her.

For a while all she did was smile wickedly at the camera. Then she started seductively licking her lips and squinting her eyes n’ stuff. I didn’t know why at the time, but that really turned me on. And her ass started to swirl around a little before she said, “Do you like that, baby?”

Dad nodded from the couch with 8 knuckles full of cock now. His hands were a mess!

“Is that what Daddy likes?” she pressed?

Daddy replied only by spanking her. But I heard mumblings from the couch.

“OooH! Am I being a bad girl, Daddy?”

More spankings…

“MMmmmm, is it not right for baby girl to have a thumb in her ass while she gets fucked by cowboys?”

Daddy then grabbed the back of her head by the hair and pulled, exposing her vulnerable neckline. Since the rest of her (as well as the camera) was still flat to the floor – her naked neck was suddenly more erotic and central than anything else on the screen… as she struggled to get the words out:

“Ooooooh ho ho, hmmmmmmm… Are you sure that’s not right, Daddy? You sure you wouldn’t enjoy that yourself? Mmmmmmmm… there’s nothing better than a thumb in her ass to compliment a man’s cock… I think you might like it.”

The strain on her neck became more apparent. But still she choked it out. “I used to poke my finger in there all the time when I thought of you, Daddy.”

And then, against my father’s will, she forced her ass backwards and demanded her knees. It took quite a bit of effort but she made sure it happened. My father responded by pushing her head back down into the floor, at the side of her face, still holding a grip in her hair. Her ass was up high and her face pressed into the carpet.

That appeared to be fine with her.

It was then that I realized I had a finger in my butt. Yup, the first place I ever went inside myself was my little puckered anus. I dunno, I guess she talked me into it and I slipped it in there while she was pressing back into him. It made perfect sense since she said she did it all the time when thinking about Daddy – and me being her daughter and all. Anyway, it wasn’t far in, but I saw how Daddy had taken his time and I continued to work at it even after I realized what I was doing…

I think I’m gonna do that again right now? Wanna join me? I’m almost finished here and now would be a real good time to do that. I think you’ve got jussssssst enough time to make that happen before we all cum together. Go ahead… try it. (If it’s your first time you can just pretend you’re me like I just described. Don’t be frightened – it’s fun!)

“I think he’s gonna cum soon, Daddy. I can feel him expanding in there… I can even feel the veins in his thumb pulse in my ass.” Dad was really perspiring now. And I had my first knuckle in my ass. I looked over at the cock on the couch and it nodded its approval.

I felt good about that…

And then it said, ‘Watch me now. We’re about to have the surprise’. And it wasn’t lyin’, somethin’ was definitely about to happen cuz Daddy was really taking charge of what he was doing. And the noise on the TV was getting more and more pronounced. But I didn’t take my eyes off the kawk… just like it asked. (I’m not stupid, ya know. I learned real quick to listen to cock when it’s talking to me.)

And my finger was getting real slippery back there.

“When he gives me his gift he’s gonna do it inside me, Daddy. He’s gonna…”

“WHAT?!”

“I need you to do that for me, cowboy. You said you’d give me my fantasy. I can’t have it any other way.”

“But-“

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” And she grinned at the camera.

And Daddy murmured from the couch, “It’s okay, I still have something from you. Thank you.”

And that was so sweet that my ass just opened up and I was sliding my finger around back there pretty good now.

“He’s gonna pump it all inside me, Daddy. And this cowboy’s got plenty, I hear. Plenty enough for several I’m told. Ain’t that right, Cowboy?”

And the cock on the couch was larger than ever…

“There will probably be too much to contain and he’ll have to pull it out and show us the rest… so you’ll get to see proof, Daddy… plenty of proof.”

Daddy was grunting like mad on the couch now… rifling away at his erection with both hands.

“Are you ready, cowboy? I can’t last another minute without it… gimme what we came here for.”

“Oh gawd,” Daddy moaned from the couch. There was an endless stream of pure liquid pouring out his cockhead now. And I was matching the intake of my finger to his grunts from the television. My legs were getting really wobbly.

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My Mom is a Witch

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-Thank you for reading my very first story-

Editor’s Note: story contains gay male sexual content.

All my life growing up I thought my mom was weird, all the women on her side were strange. They had their own religion that no one has ever heard of. I never recall the true name, but they just called it “Theta.”

When I was 7 my mom and dad got divorced, then me and my mom went to live with my grandma while my brother and sister stayed with my father. She always told me how much I looked like him, my grandma would agree. But I swear that my mom’s eyes were blue before they got divorced! Now they are green, but she denies that they ever changed.

I turned 18 three months ago and I graduated high school. I promised my mom I would go to college after one more summer break. I was helping my mom outside in her garden and I noticed a smell. I couldn’t find it, I thought it was a flower because it was sweet. Like honey and vanilla.

I went inside for a drink and I went back out, and as I walked by my mom I could smell it again. I then made it a point to walk by my mom as many times as she moved. I knew it was her so I asked if she was wearing perfume. She said “No, but I’m tired. Let’s go inside.”

She took a shower first, and I took this time to go to my room and jack off before she got out. I liked futanari porn. Where women had nice big tits and a dick. I know… I’m fucked up.

The next day we continued to work in her garden. The smell wasn’t there, but as we worked and started sweating I could smell it again. My mother sweat was most definitely this sweet aroma. It was almost arousing. I noticed how her sweat made her clothes stick to her body, and I think she saw me noticing. I excused myself for a drink of water.

I drank my water inside, looking out the tinted windows. My mom was super slim, about 5′ 5″. But she had large boobs for her size. About 28FF if I were to guess. She was only 36, so she wasn’t old at all. I was getting hard in my gym shorts, and she was on her way in. I went to the bathroom before she could see me through the windows.

“John! I need you to hurry up in there so I can take a shower!”

“O.K. Mom! Give me a couple minutes, nature calls!”

Except nature wasn’t calling like usual. I got out of the bathroom and went to my room. My mom was in there on my computer. She was just reading some news on my home page.

“I just wanted to read what’s new while I was waiting, I’m getting in the shower now.”

I sat down and noticed that the folder with all my futanari pics was opened and minimized. I got worried that she might have seen, however her indifferent behavior had me optimistic. I then proceeded to jack off to the photos, but imagining my mother in their place. Big boobs, slim body, a long hard on erecting from where her pussy would have been, and a plump set of balls hanging under the Avcılar escort rest of the lot.

My mom worked all week, so I didn’t get to smell her in the garden. I was left to my imagination, but it was failing. I couldn’t remember the smell, and I couldn’t quite image my mother with a penis.

Her and my grandmother always prayed over there food. It was more of a small chant… or enchantment. They said they were removing negative energy, that is how they looked so young, and my grandma looked like she was 38, maybe 40, but she was actually 58.

Both me and my grandma noticed the increased chanting session that my mom did over the food, and I might be crazy, but my dick tingled the whole time.

That Saturday morning my mom woke me up so we could work in the garden before the day got too hot. I got dressed in my usual gym shorts and gray, short sleeve undershirt. As I was doing so I looked in the mirror, I wasn’t buff, or super tan, but I thought I looked pretty good.

I went outside and I saw my mom standing in her blue gown. It was old and worn,and in the morning sunlight you could almost see through it. It was long enough to go all the way to the ground, so I asked, “Mom, why are you wearing your gown?”

“I figured it was easier to not get dressed, let’s get to work.”

As we worked and got all sweaty my moms gown started to stick to her body. She was on her hands and knees with the gown pulled before her knees so it wasn’t under her in the dirt. It stuck to about her breast and then dropped down. I know she saw me looking at her glistening cleavage, I quickly looked back down and continued working.

As usual I went to get a drink of water and she got up soon after. But she didn’t come inside, she walked around the house out of view. I went to go see what was wrong and she was standing there, her back to me, gown completely see through and stuck to her body with the sweet, aromatic sweat. I saw her beautiful, round ass, and quickly dismissed it, asking, “Mom? Are you coming inside? You are covered in sweat.”

“I cloned something for you, want to see?”

I was confused, and asked as I walked around, “Cloned?”

I saw her tits perfectly through her gown, it stuck closely to her body all the way down her stomach. But there was a slight bulge at the top of her legs. She smiled at me and lifted her gown to reveal a dick, a long, thick dick. It was limp and laying over a pair of full, round balls.

I was completely surprised by the sight and said “Oh m god mom!” and ran inside.

For the next week I was wondering if I had imagined that my mom had a dick. It made me so horny, I now had a perfect image of my mom naked, with a huge dick.

Friday night at dinner my mom was smiling… a lot. She had taken a shower after work and wasn’t wearing shoes. I hadn’t done anything that day so I was Avcılar escort Bayan just wearing gym shorts. I felt her foot on my bare leg. It soon drifted upward passed my knee, onto my thigh, then onto my cock. I got hard, really fast. She was rubbing my dick through my pants with her foot.

I did the same, tracing her leg with my toes. My moms legs were super smooth, as if they never had hair. I passed her thigh and was going to rub her through her house pants.

I was still expecting her to have a vagina, but the ordeal a week ago was not imagined. I found a massive dick inside a pair of tight shorts. I don’t know how I didn’t noticed it at all during the week, but it was their. Under it was two VERY large balls, each about the size of a tennis ball. I gasped, my grandma asked “What’s wrong?”

“I just bit my tongue, that’s all.”

My mom continued eating while stroking me under the table. I continued eating as well, although I was just feeling her massive friends.

I hadn’t realized it but by the end of the meal I was stroking her now rock hard cock, and she was no longer stroking mine. She stood up with her plate and I was shocked. I was yelling in my head, “No! Grandma will see!” But when she stood, I didn’t see anything. She cleared all our plates, and grandma washed them. I sat at the table to wait for my own excitement to escape me.

Grandma announced that she was going to take a shower, and my mom went to change into her night gown.

By the time mom had gotten out, my grandmother was in the bathroom showering. My mom sat on the recliner across the room from where I was sitting. I couldn’t see her penis or balls anywhere.

“John, come sit on the floor in front of me.”

I obeyed, I sat criss-crossed on the floor as close to her as possible. She took the bottom of her gown and threw it over my head. All of the sudden I could smell the sweet scent of her sweat, my rubbing had caused her to sweat. In front of me, resting on the thin fabric of her gown was the large dick and balls I had felt earlier.

The sweet, vanilla/honey scent was so intense, I put my head I between her legs and stiffed as much as I could.

“Why not taste it John? Why not taste what women have been craving for decades?”

I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t even want to think about having a dick in my mouth, I was more into anal. I tried to get away, but she wrapped her legs around my neck and shoulders, pulling me in closer.

Her dick was literally touching my lips, and the scent was so strong. I opened my mouth and the tip of the still limp dick popped in. It tasted amazing, the scent had no appeal compared to the taste. I started licking all over.

Despite her obvious excitement, my mothers new dick wasn’t hard. It was large, about 7″ long and 2″ wide, but it still wasn’t hard. It started to grow though, Escort Beylikdüzü as would anyone’s from a furious mouth job.

I started to back up because it was starting to hit my throat, however her legs just pulled me closer, and her still growing cock went even deeper. I thought I would gag… but I didn’t. I swallowed an 11″ dick down to he balls. My throat was stretched to almost 4″ wide, and by some magic, it was easy!

I heard grandmas door open, I got real still. She asked “Putting your feet up after a long day?”

“Yeah, I figured I’ll relax here, maybe fall asleep here tonight”

“Oh… Where’s John?”

“He went to bed early, he said if he was going to help me again tomorrow he will need to sleep tonight instead of playing video games.”

My grandma sat down across the room, and they were talking. I was wondering why she couldn’t see my under my mother’s gown. But I remember how I couldn’t see her monster cock underneath her tight shorts. Grandma must see my mom as having her feet up in the recliner.

I was still underneath my mom’s gown with her massive cock down my throat being as still as I could. My mom gave me a nudge with her legs, so I started to suck her cock.

The intense, amazing flavor soon flooded my mouth again as I started to move. I knew that this was the best thing ever, but then pre-cum started to flow. It was so sweet, and had an abundance of flavor. I started to work her cock harder and harder trying to keep the spring of pre-cum flowing.

I was starting to need to breath, I couldn’t get enough oxygen just through my nose. I struggled but my mom kept my close with her legs while she continued her conversation with my grandmother.

My greedy mouth kept working hard for the delicious flavor of my mom’s beautiful monster cock, but my lungs were on fire. Soon enough I felt a spasming in her dick, she was going to cum!

I knew that her dick tasted good, her pre-cum even better, this was going to be the best part of my life, being able to taste and swallow my own mother’s cum that came from her glorious monster cock.

My whole mouth was on over drive to try and finish her off before I passed out. While going to work on my new favorite toy, my grandma had decided to go to bed. I was no longer being held back by my mother’s legs, but my mouth needed her cum.

She exploded into my mouth, cum filled it up, I swallowed just it time to make room for her next load, and the same for the next load. My mother filled my mouth four times with her amazing cum. I swallowed every bit, and kept my lips tight to her member as I pulled away as to not miss a drop. I gasped for breath and fell out from under her gown onto the floor. I was rock hard, so I started to jack off right there. My mother reached down, touched the tip of my penis with her finger, and I was instantly limp.

“I can’t have you cumming so soon, you don’t like dicks when you are not horny.”

No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get hard or cum. I was stuck, waiting for my mother to release me from being her pet. I knew from then on that she was a witch.

-Potential sequel if support and encouragement are shown-

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Entry 23: The Wait Is Over Ch. 01-02

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I’ve spent all afternoon preparing myself for our first meeting. The possibility of what’s going to play out tonight is making the effort worthwhile. For months I’ve been thinking about what might happen if I agreed to finally meet you. The fantasies it generates keeps me up at night, and now I only have to wait just a few more hours…

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Chapter 1: The club

We’d agreed to meet at one of my favourite clubs in the city; it’s already 11pm so I start debating on outfits and getting ready. I decide to go with a subtle theme given I probably won’t be keeping the clothes on long; my favourite black short skirt and a green top strategically unbuttoned low, revealing just a little black lace of my bra. I pull my hair out of its ponytail and let it fall down my back. Add a bit of make up and I’m ready to go!

I walk into the packed club; I’m thinking a stiff drink will help with the nerves as I make my way to the bar. Drink in hand, I stand at the edge of the dance floor and watch the hot bodies bumping and grinding up against each other. I finish my drink and head to the dance floor where the crowd almost instantly swallows me. Before long I head back to the bar for another drink, but I’m soon stopped by some random guy asking me if I’d like to dance.

“Bar first!” I reply, pointing in the direction I was headed.

“What are you drinking?” he asks, turning and walking with me to the bar.

“Tequila, of course.”

I revel in the fact at how easy it is to manipulate a male whilst in a short skirt. I grab his arm and pull him close as we make our way to the bar.

Once the novelty wears off and my drink is empty, I want to dance! I pull my new friend with me and as the tequila begins to take effect I’m letting a few things slip, like his hands falling from my hips to my ass. I dance around as seductively as possible; if you don’t show up I might go home with this guy instead!

Just as we are starting to get heavier and I wonder if you will show up at all, I notice you standing across the room, watching me. I know it’s you as soon as I see you; you give me a little wink and encourage me to continue.

I keep dancing with my hunk, although I’m dancing with you in mind. I bend over slightly, letting my skirt ride up just enough for you to see the darkened crevice where my thighs join. As I dance around I dip down, my legs wide, my pussy bare and in full view, but no one is looking except you.

Before long I feel my hunk’s wet lips against mine, prying them open. He’s sliding his tongue into my mouth. I lose my mission briefly as I enjoy the moment with this stranger. We break for a breath and I look over to see if you have left, but you’re still there. You’re watching as the guy works his hands up my skirt and rubs my ass, lifting my skirt high enough to let you to see his hands spread my ass checks apart just a little. I thought you would be mad but instead I can see you’re rubbing the large bulge in your pants. I bite my lip and can only think about your cock bouncing free from your pants for me. I kiss my stranger and tell him that I’ve seen someone I know and have to go; he doesn’t seem to care.

I move over to you.

“Hi…” is all I manage, although I had planned something better.

“I thought you were going to end up leaving with that guy instead of me,” you say.

I look you up and down; thoughts of sex running through my mind and I suddenly don’t have a mental block for normal language anymore. “I haven’t come all this way to go home without what I want.”

Your response is a naughty smile and I pull you onto the dance floor. While we dance I take every Beylikdüzü Zenci Escort opportunity to rub my ass against your cock, while you lightly touch my breasts and rub your fingers down my arms. You know I’m not wearing any panties and you’re taking your time getting there which turns me on even more. Finally your fingers reach the bottom edge of my skirt. Reaching just slightly further into my short skirt, your fingers brush against my ass, and then my bare lips. I feel your cock stiffen against my back; I can’t wait to get it out and stroke it. But the dance floor is not the place for all this and so I drag you off into a back corner of the club.

We make our way into a dark, secluded corner and you push me up against the wall, harder than you needed to but I know you like to be in control. You kiss me deeply, your tongue heading straight for mine; one hand on my hip, the other reaches around the back of my neck to pull me in closer. You kiss down my neck, still holding me against the wall, kissing along my collarbone, down and back up the other side; driving me insane with lust. I’m almost gushing juice and I’m certain that at any moment someone will notice my dripping pussy! I need to feel your cock; I’ve been waiting so long.

I lead you towards the more private lounge areas. Curtains surround the booths creating a secret spot from prying eyes, although they are regularly opened by people checking if they are occupied. I find an empty one and lead you through the curtains. Before I can turn around you grab hold of my wrists and pull me backwards, shifting me so I’m facing the lounge. You gently push between my shoulder blades; I take the silent hint and bend over from the hips. You let go of my wrists and I reach out for the chair, bending over the arm and looking back over my shoulder to make sure I’m doing what you wanted. You place your hands on my hips and kneel down, lift up my skirt and come face to face with my wet, waxed pussy.

“Mmm, this looks much better than it does on webcam,” you murmur to yourself, “You’re so fucking wet! You like being made so horny don’t you?”

You use your fingers to spread my lips open wide to get a better look.

“Hmmm, yessss. You know I do,” is all I can manage, almost a whimper, as I spread my legs further apart to allow you to fully inspect my pussy.

I feel your fingers opening me up, your soft wet tongue swirls around my lips, licking in long strokes towards my clit. I move my hips around to try and get your tongue there sooner, but you hold me still. I’m holding onto the armrests, my nails making small marks in the leather as my mind races, my head is swirling with the pleasure of being licked and tongue-fucked whilst at any moment someone might open the curtain to our booth.

I start to convulse as you bring me closer and closer to the edge. You move your fingers along my lips tracing large circles around and around until you reach the middle and plunge one, then two, into me. It feels so good, and with a few more strokes of your fingers inside me and your tongue lapping at my clit, I cum hard against your mouth. A loud moan escapes my lips, but it’s drowned out in the deep bass coming from the DJ. I frantically rub against you, trying to grind my clit on your chin. It feels so good to finally feel myself cumming with you there instead of just by myself. You continue to slowly slide your fingers in and out of my clenching pussy, avoiding my sensitive clit.

“Don’t think that’s all there is,” you whisper in my ear; you’d warned me before we met that I wouldn’t be getting off lightly for making you wait so long. You slide your Beylikdüzü Manken Escort fingers out of my dripping pussy and move them to my mouth; I lick them clean.

“Of course that’s not all there is; I haven’t even seen your cock yet, let alone tasted it or fucked it,” I breathe as I finally manage to turn around, my eyes darting down to the bulge in your pants begging to be let out.

“Not here, we’ll go back to the apartment I’ve booked – it’s only 2 blocks away.”

You smile, moving my wandering hands away from your fly.

We walk out of the club and head down the street. Dozens of images are flashing through my head at what will happen when we get to the apartment, and of what just happened at the club. The wet feeling between my lips is turning me on as I walk beside you and I’m not sure if I’ll make it without…

Chapter 2: The alley

We walk out of the club and head down the street. Dozens of images are flashing through my head at what will happen when we get to the apartment, and of what had just happened at the club. The wet feeling between my lips is turning me on as I walk beside you and I’m not sure if I’ll make it without…

The conversation quickly turns to our favourite topic: sex.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good, I could feel you squirting as you came,” you tell me as we walk towards your apartment.

I smile as you continue to re-trace our ‘steps’ at the club. I love hearing it from your point of view, but it isn’t helping my already wet and horny pussy.

“I thought I was going to cum in my jeans when I slid my fingers under your skirt and you were so wet and tight to slide into.”

You’re working yourself up again, but it’s having the same effect on me.

I smile as you continue to talk in detail about how it felt to touch and taste my pussy for the first time. I reach over and stroke the bulge in your pants, still impressed by its size. Hearing your dirty descriptions about my pussy, mixed with the feeling of your hard cock in my hand is finally too much and I turn sharply and walk down a darkened alley.

When I’m halfway I stop and turn towards you, happy that you obediently followed; how could you not?

“I want your cock!”

It’s more of a demand, as I push you gently so that you’re standing against the wall.

I unzip your pants and get down on my knees, not waiting for permission. You know how much I love to suck cock, so you’re not about to stop me.

You lean against the wall and look down at me as I take your thick, hard cock out of your jeans; you smile as my eyes open wide at its size. I’m hesitant at first; licking up the front towards the little bit of skin between the shaft and head. Your cock twitches when I hit that special little groove.

I look up at you, unsure if I’m going to be able to get all of you into my mouth. You gather up my hair in one hand as you point your cock towards my mouth with the other. I lick my lips as you guide my mouth back towards your cock. That’s all the encouragement I need. I pull myself up and grab onto your hips, moving my lips up over your cock for the first time, I only manage a few inches. I let your cock pop free as I lick my lips again and then envelop your slick cock with my mouth, moving down as deep as I can before I start to gag slightly.

I back off, looking up at you to check that you’re watching and enjoying. You guide my head again with your hand and I swallow your cock with deep wet mouthfuls. I slowly suck the head of your cock, licking up through the groove at the front. Swirling my tongue around the tip before lowering my mouth Beylikdüzü Çıtır Escort over the length, I know that you’re enjoying my mouth on your cock by the small noises your making. I feel your cock twitch in my mouth; you try and push your cock deeper into my mouth – only I’m in control, not you.

I lean back on my heels as I stroke the full length of your cock, squeezing gently on the way up to coax out the clear fluid I’m craving. A small drop forms and I quickly lap it up. I keep stroking your cock, using my other hand to cup your balls and twist them gently, tugging on the tight sac while squeezing the shaft for more pre-cum that I can lick up.

You reach forward for my hair again, wanting my mouth on your cock but I quickly move out of your grasp. I continue to move my hands up your shaft as I cover the head of your cock once again with my mouth. I slide my hands down and tightly grip the base of your cock, caging your balls in against your shaft and stretching your skin over your cock so that you can feel every sensation. I swallow your cock slowly, inching my way down the shaft, feeling the head twitching as it passes through the back of my throat. You hold me steady as I suck you deeply, my lips almost touching my fingers that are caging your balls. I gag but as you hold me there, my gagging reflex drops off until I can comfortably hold you deep in my throat.

I hear you moan and your grip in my hair tightens as, very slowly, you pull just an inch from my throat before sliding your cock back in. You’re slowly fucking the back of my throat as I attempt not to gag each time. I reach with my other hand down to my pussy. A small moan tries to get past the cock stuffed in my mouth as I circle my clit lightly. I feel your cock harden as you move your cock in and out of my mouth faster with every stroke. I’m sure I’m about to get my reward of a thick wad of cum shot down my throat, so I tighten my grip on your balls, massaging them between my fingers as I move my fingers faster across my clit with the other hand.

Suddenly, I feel you pull your cock free from my mouth.

“You like sucking my cock don’t you?” you ask as you hold my head away from your cock, using the other hand to stroke your thick shaft.

I only nod in response, letting you take control.

“Open your mouth, I want to watch you swallow my cum,” you instruct as you pump your cock faster in your hand.

I scoot forward, opening my mouth wide and waiting for the thick cum I want so badly.

“Cum for me; you know you’ve wanted me in this position for so long. Give it to me,” I coax, licking at the pre-cum collecting on the tip of your cock.

You grin.

“I didn’t think women ever said that outside of porn movies”, you say but you speed up your movements and within seconds the first stream of thick cream shoots from your cock, spurting straight into my waiting mouth and hitting the back of my throat.

I quickly swallow and the second spurt shoots across my lips and chin. I open my mouth again and lean forward as the third stream shoots into my mouth and coats my tongue. I catch your cock with my mouth and suck as much cum as I can from your still orgasming cock.

After I’ve sucked you dry, you pull your sensitive cock free. I use my fingers to scoop up what missed my mouth and add that to the creamy collection on my tongue before I swallow it all down.

You’re breathing heavily as I stand up and smooth down my skirt, dust my knees off and pick up my hand bag.

“I was saving my first load for somewhere special, but your mouth looked too inviting to resist,” you breathe as you zip yourself up.

“Don’t worry; there’ll be plenty of chances to get a load ‘somewhere special’. I’m nowhere near finished. But first we have to actually make it to your apartment!” I say, turning to head back down the alley to the main street.

I can taste your salty cum on my tongue as we continue down the street again. The walk goes much faster this time…

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My Mother Was Framed!

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Based on an il-lust-ration by Pandora’s Box,

[My mother was framed! Yes that’s her the “White Lady” in the

painting everyone knows. But let me tell you the story you don’t

know, the real scandal that came from the picture was not just me,

but me and her!]

My mother is the “White Lady” Her famous portrait hangs in our living room. In our living room for God’s sake! The image itself is arresting. A classic beauty, bending over slightly, twisting her torso a bit and looking over her right shoulder. Her full breast pokes a pretty point in the black fabric of her dress, which contrasts with the pale white skin of her limbs and hip. Mother’s face reflecting the pale blue moonlight which lit the pose. A famous painting in my country.

Famous, not just because that my mom’s ass, pussy and all, are exposed by the dress being above her hips, the panty-less buns cheekily parted to display my parent’s privates publicly. Famous, not because it was reproduced in every form of public media at the time, (some did air brush out the bush and arse). Famous, not because I was the reproduction of the union of my parents, as made notorious by the painting’s discovery and infamous by its ignominious display and freely dispersed image. Famous because of my father fall from grace.

But of course all that went into the whole of the uproar. I am a bastard child of a nationally renowned, highly celebrated celibate, revered religious figure, who impregnated a royal Princess of the First House, namely my mother. The revelation of my papa being Pater, and my mater being mixed up with him, in a torrid affair made big headlines. Especially when the evidence of his transgressions, the icon of his indiscretions, hung on the wall of his private inner sanctum of secret sins. A personal memorabilia of the sordid liaison, painted by ‘the stiff pontiff’ as he was dubbed by the press. My mother’s body for all to see.

My mother’s body hung for all to see in our living room. The original art, framed in the same eighteenth century frame, which my disgraced father had set it in. Mother had gotten possession of me, the painting and a small fortune from my cleric dad, who didn’t need a vow of poverty after mom got through with him. The lawyers sorted out the financial end, but my mom could hardly go out ever again in public. She was dubbed the “White Lady”, though everyone knew who she really was.

But my mother was framed. She did have a night of abandoned with his Holiness. But just one, under his spell, influenced by his well known charm and charisma; seduced by his unknown cunning and careful planning and carnal lusts. He took a photo of her in the moonlight in his private gardens, on a warm spring night. Mother taunted him that he was only after one thing, and the royal rebel raised her dress, no panties, to show him what he was missing and he snapped the pic. She was naughty in her pose; she was indiscreet in bedding the Holy Man.

But, she was innocent of posing for the painting. She had no idea a portrait would be painted from the photograph, by her “one-audience-stand” unrighteous paramour. Many people thought that she had posed for the painting, and since she also had gotten pregnant by the Seer of St. Celelia; they wrongly concluded there must have been a long lasting affair, but there wasn’t. It was just on that one and only visit, when he ‘knew’ her in the Biblical sense. Like I said, my mom was framed.

Why my mother put the “White Lady” picture of her butt sticking out, with her sex exposed, in the center of our living room for any to see; was a mystery to me for many years. Finally, after I was old enough to understand a little of it, my mother explained. Everyone in our country had seen the image. It was an embarrassment (bare ass I meant) unless it was a bold statement, by that sultry maiden, the rebel princess, the wronged woman, the mother of the son of His ‘HOLE-ye-ness’. It said, “Yes, I did it. And you discovered us, and mocked us and shamed us and insulted us, and castigated us. But, I DO have a great ass, and though you saw it back when, now the only place you can see it is in our home.”

It’s in the living room; if you visit you must confront your lust and her past and get past it. Then once people have done so, past the point of awkwardness, people forget the issue and it is as if the painting is invisible. They never see it again. They don’t look at it, as if there were bare wall there. Unless they think they are alone. Then, man or woman, all go up and stare at my mom’s hindquarters. Amazed at the beauty, agawk at the history, aghast at audacity, mesmerized by their own lust, (both men and some women too) they have to, have to look. I’ve seen it. And I’ve done it myself, many times.

Since the “White Lady” Beylikdüzü Yabancı Escort ‘lives’ with me, both of them, in my home, I spend time with her often; both of them. I lust after my mother in my secret inner desires. In my time with her picture, I let the fantasy out, it comes and plays with me until I cum too. I have masturbated to my mother’s icon, worshipped her with my body, offered sacrifices of cream – gallons, and used a forest worth of tissue in communion with the spirit of the “White Lady”. From the living room wall, she whose scowl cannot mask her beautiful face and whose other attributes were never in dispute as to their appeal; she, my mother, is my object of devotion and love, my deviant desire.

Despite the bare butt prominently in place in our ‘palace’, nudity is not usual in our home. It is just mom and I, and a couple of servants who have been with the family for years and some pets. But, casual dress would sometimes provided glimpses of mom’s body. As I grew older and interested in what I saw on the wall and in the gaps of mom’s robe, I sought ‘innocent’ ways I could exhibit my growing man-meat to the object of my desires, the “Lady” of my lust.

After all, with a naked lady in the parlor, there was not quite the mystery of what mother looked like beneath her skirt, as in most other households. So an inadvertent exposure was not an unheard of event, nor made much of in our mansion, but they were always pictures I kept stored in my head. Like father like son in that way, wanting an image to drool over when the real thing was absent. I knew when mom would be getting dressed in the morning and I’d try to walk in on her then. Or, when she showered at night and walked around in nothing but a big towel wrapped around her, I would always stick around then hoping that someday the knot would come undone.

Then one day, when the servants were away on holiday and we were all on our own – all alone . . .

I knew mom was luxuriating in the time off and taking her time in getting up. Since I would hear her alarm go off when she roused, that would give me enough time to snatch my pants, the lube and tissues and make a dash the other way before my mom could come down the hall and catch me cumming, as I’m getting off on the picture of her white ass. A couple of times it was close, but so far so good. So inasmuch as beating off to mom’s painting was so good I decided to go so far as to try my luck in getting my morning stiffy his AM jollies, while mom was still in bed, which is where I really wanted to be anyway!

So I got the lube and a box of tissues; with that image to face every day of my earliest adolescence, I always had them handy. I planted my butt in the plush sofa with the red patterned fabric which was so soft. The cushioned couch was both broad and had a slightly reclined back, good for slouching and jacking off. I had my shorts at my ankles, and had taken a few dry strokes to reinvigorate my meat and was about to reach for the lube when I heard my mother calling me. What happened to the damn alarm, I never heard it?!

I pulled up the shorts. They were the ones my mom had given me several weeks ago for Valentine’s Day. Boxers, with little red hearts. I usually wear briefs. My mother had insisted that I model them for her when she gave them to me, so I had gone to my room and changed. Just the hearts to hide my hard-on. Mother was obviously amused but tried to keep a straight face.

What she couldn’t hide either was the way the rosy nipple of her full breast poked a pretty point in the diaphanous fabric of her nightgown she was wearing at the time. When the head and shoulders of my penis poked out the loose fly, my mother cracked up and I fled, her laughter fading in back of me. I wasn’t embarrassed; I had to leave before I came in front of my mother! God how I wanted to sin with her like daddy did!

Now, with her calling me, I stuffed the tissues and lube bottle under the couch, their usual spot. Mom called again. “Honey, bring me a towel!” Rita our maid had forgotten to replace the towels before leaving. Well, she was only human, besides this might work to my advantage. Who knew? I went to the main linen closet.

There were big fluffy bath towels a plenty, but on a whim of humor and whiff of lust I took a mid-size hand towel instead and went to my folk’s bedroom. They had a private bathroom and I went to the door and knocked. Mom poked her head out around the door careful not to expose too much. She had a large towel wrapped around her head to dry her long black beautiful hair.

I handed her the skimpy terry-cloth I had brought. She took it and disappeared back into the steamy toilette. I heard some unidentifiable noises from my mother’s throat. The she spoke to me in a very Beylikdüzü Yaşlı Escort odd tone of voice. “Please go to the living room and wait for me, I will join you in a moment. There is something we have to talk about.” I expected laughter, or anger, but this was not something I was not prepared for. Was I finally going to catch hell for all those peeks? What was going to happen? I hate this kind of anticipation.

My mother walks in wearing the big towel . . . still on her head. The one I had brought was tied around her chest, but the knot was just below her lovely cleavage. The inadequate closed edges gaped to show her navel and the bottom hem was higher that the neatly groomed brown bush that ascended from the aperture between my mother’s legs! She wore it and it covered nothing! It occurred to me in the midst of this wonderful and strange joyous vision to my horny hot eyes, that she could have used the bigger of the two towels to cover herself with. She was displaying herself to me, I knew my mother, she was up to something.

I know myself, and I knew I would be up for whatever she had in mind, as long as it had to do with her body. Her body and mine, if you know what I mean! “Look!” she pointed to the towel, “it fits!” Of course my eyes could be nowhere else at the moment, but at her fit figure. “Do you see what you want to see? Take a good long, hard look!” Her left eyebrow raised as she gazed at my stiff pecker pocking the heart covered fabric of my Valentine’s Day underwear.

Then she startled me by barking a command. “PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS, NOW!” Talk about being scared out of your pants! I pulled the boxers down to my thighs, that way I could still run if I needed to, though where would I go? “I knew you had an erection!” (And I had a good one at that, you can well imagine.) “Well, DO you see what you’ve want to look at all the time? Better than a pale and flat imitation of the real thing, don’t you think?”

Mom flopped down in the couch before me. She took the two white throw pillows and put them behind her back for support. She took my hands and drew me close to her. I stood between her two legs and looked past the eye of my purpled headed mast down to spy the pink slit my mother. “You have ‘The Devil’s Tool’ same as your father!” the flesh and blood Lady exclaimed. ‘Satan’s Crowbar’, call it what you may, was bobbing at the door to heaven. “I know what you hide under the couch,” she continued, “I know what you do in here when you think you are alone, I know!”

“Baby, Honey, Sweetie, don’t you yet understand? Like everyone else, you must confront your dirty urges and my past and get past it. You can’t go on the rest of your life having a pent up passion to make love to your mother. I am going to take ‘The Picture’ down. It is too much for you, too tough to have to your mother’s pussy shoved in your face every day.

I shook my head, “Mom, I would be glad to have my face in your pussy any day.” She laughed at my joke. “Mother, you have had so many men in your past. What would one more be, even if it is your own son?” Please let me try what so many have enjoyed?” I had another thought. “Surely, you don’t think it would be a sin?”

This made mother laugh. (I later learned that laughing is an aphrodisiac if used in combination with other things which also lighten the mood and loosen inhibitions.) The little brown nipples on her breast had puckered up to be hard like a kind of chocolate candy to be kissed and sucked on and eaten. Mom’s neatly groomed delta of delight I so wanted to delve into, showed a rosy gash which looked moist. But not from the shower, as the aroma of female desire as wafting in the air.

“I love you, mommy!” I leaned forward and kissed her lips. “If it is a sin, then it would only be a little one since we love each other . . .” I tried to use a warped theology since the whole idea of incest was out in the open between us, but the subject of consanguineous relations is inherently a non-logical subject. “Please Mommy, let me make love to you, pleeasse! If you liked being penetrated with ‘Lucifer’s Lance’, then why wouldn’t you like being drilled by my ‘demon dick’!?

Her throaty chuckle was interrupted as I kissed her again and slipped my tongue between her lips. She hesitantly the returned the kiss with tongue of her own. Her breathing got heavy and deep. Her thighs seen to relax and spread wider as I stood between them with my cunt-compass pointed to true home. My mother was clearly turned on. I didn’t know what was the catalyst which was creating the opportunities for such liberties, but I was determined to make the most of the moment.

I leaned forward once more and touch my mom’s nipples. She shivered and placed her right hand on my left shoulder to Beylikdüzü Yeni Escort steady me as I hovered over her and her left reached down and began to stroke my cock. She looked into my eyes. She saw more than me. She gazed as if viewing another image, then she looked up at the picture of herself. Lewd, lustful, licentious, luscious, lascivious, lurid; the ‘White lady’, looking down on her next sin.

Sin with her son, it was a conclusion which was inevitable, a completion of the cycle of sensual abandonment to the carnal connection with Cardinal’s seed once more, now grown to young manhood. Her gentle pull on my peter drew me toward the holy of holies, she place the tip of my penis to the dewy nether regions of her open crotch.

She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Sin in me son. Let your dirty demon deluge flow into the vessel you were born from. Plant your wicked seed where your evil father planted you. Sin in mommy, Baby! Sin with me . . . ” With that she removed her digits from my dick and made her whole body an open object for my long held-in and hidden lust.

I felt the slippery slit oiling the tip of my peter. I mashed the shaft along the gash, widening the groove as it nudged mom’s clit. She moaned and thrust her hips upwards to bring my cock head lower on her mound again, seeking our union. The fluids of pre-cum and her drippings mingled in a soup of passion’s anticipation. Her movement centered the end of my poker at the place of pleasure, the entrance to ecstasy.

Mother’s eyes closed as the bulb of my boner bit by bit crept into the spot my gonads had desired for all my adolescence. The ring of her pussy swallowed it with the hot heat of burning desire. I savored the moment by repeating the ‘key unlocking the vestibule’ movement. Mother’s hips rose for deeper incursion and captured another inch inside. I drew back and thrust more confidently and now I was half in, I stretched over her as the shaft sank further. I felt her pussy fur tickle my balls; her soft tender breasts were squeezed against my chest now. Mom’s eyes popped open in realization that full penetration was seconds away. I pushed my tool forward.

Then I was all the way to the root. I had my cock completely in my mother’s cunt. I shoved even harder and pressed her flesh for the last half inch. I felt the nubs of her womb, as my knob probed the final frontier. I began to stroke as mom’s torso flexed to hump her hips in time with mine. We had the rhythm right as the ‘Devil’s Ancient Dance’ was beat out with the slapping of flesh on flesh. Flesh from her flesh returned to merge in an incestuous orgy of unbridled wantonness, the wedding of our flesh in sin.

The feeling in my cock as the best I had ever in my young life experienced. Every square millimeter was hyper-sensitive. The skin seemed to be drum tight and the head was a knob of raging red-hot steel. I could feel the rising river of semen pooling in my banging balls. My scrotum tightened and even my little asshole as tingling. I was getting close to climax, but I wanted to make this as great as I could make it. Either to remember if there was never another time, but better yet to make it so good mom would want to do it again too.

She must have really been enjoying our illicit liaison. She drew up her knees to widen her crotch and get me as close as possible. Her arms held my back, as her hips humped in horny abandon. She grew increasingly verbal, moaning and saying “Yes!” . . . and lots of “OohH!”s . . . Uh-ahh-woo-eeh!” Her lips sought mine and while we worked on the wild wiggling of wanking we communicated our love

as we kissed, though the undulations impaired our osculations. Her body began to perspire and made her whole skin slippery and extra sensual and especially sexy.

Then our panting and grunting and moans and shouts and squeals reached crescendo. I slammed as hard and in and as deep as I could go. I could feel her uterus seeming to clutch at my dick as if to slurp up the coming cum. The whole of her vagina began to contract around my cock and that pulled my trigger. I let loose a fire hose. The jumping of my balls was bouncing against mother’s butt cheeks.

The heat inside must have gone up to boiling as that is just what happened. My testicles released a torrent of frothing semen, even as the gushing cum of mommy’s cunt bathed it with her own suds. The white river of our spume poured out of her vessel, proof that our love had been consummated, that our sin was baptized in lust that our immorality was now and for always an act that had happened and could not be taken back.

What a picture that was. The ‘White Lady’ and the scion of her indiscretion had now succeeded in repeating the sacrificial act of intercourse, giving their bodies to one another. Unholy? Wholly pure love? I’m no religious authority; I only know I got to fuck my mom. It was good, hot, sensual, fun, – way better than masturbation! This sin was secret, though. No painting to memorialize our passion, no public humiliation. The ‘White Lady’ is my mom, and my lover. She was framed, before, but now the only thing encompassing her are my arms!

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It was my birthday. So far being eighteen was boring me to tears, possibly due to the hour long physics period I had just sat through. I was looking forward to jumping in my car, turning the music up and going home. It was Friday and although I had a lot of work I wasn’t planning on doing any of it over the weekend. As I went over my weekend plans in my head I noticed that Miss Bell the temporary English teacher was walking about ten metres in front of me. What really caught my eye about her was her faux black leather, skin tight pants. I could make out the perfectly round shape of her luscious ass, seeing it move and crease her pants with each step she took. I slowed my walking pace so as not to overtake her and settled in for a bit of enjoyment on the way out of school. I was thinking of how beautiful her ass would look in just her panties when I realised I had failed to take the turn to the front gate and had subconsciously followed Miss Bell! Having left the stream of students heading out the gate I suddenly felt exposed, as it was only me and her walking down the strip of concrete between the hall and the English classrooms. Quickly trying to cover my stupid mistake and avoid an awkward situation I did the first thing that popped into my mind.

“Miss Bell!” I called out, she turned and smiled at me with her perfect teeth.

“Yes?” she replied silkily.

“I was just wondering if you could give me a bit of help with my English assignment? If you’ve got time of course..”

“Oh, uhm…sure, come into the classroom with me and I can definitely help,” she said flashing me another killer smile.

Thankfully I actually was in the middle of an English assignment and I pulled up the document on my laptop and pretended to need help with developing my story further. I sat at the desk and Miss Bell leaned over my shoulder, reading off the screen. After a minute she complained that the glare was making it hard to read and she needed to shift over a bit, her slender body bent at the waist she sidled over a little causing her left breast to lightly brush my cheek. She was reasonably young by my Beylikdüzü Ukraynalı Escort guess, between 28 and 34. As she continued to read I managed to turn my head slightly and get a glimpse of her supple cleavage. Her soft breasts hung down in a slight pear shape from what I could see, and were of medium size, not overly large but definitely not too small. Her skin was slightly pale and flawless, only a few freckles on her unlined face. Realising I was probably staring I shifted my gaze back to the screen. After a few minutes more reading she checked her watch.

“Oops!” The cleaners are actually coming in to clean this room in 5 minutes! I completely forgot what time it was sorry!”

“Oh..” I mumbled, “I really need help with this assignment though.” I said in a slightly pleading voice.

“Mmmmm, my apartment is only a few blocks away from here, we could go there and I could help you?” She offered.

“That would be great!” I exclaimed.

“Okay meet me at the front gate in ten minutes okay?”

“Sure,” I replied with a smile.

After meeting her at the front gate we had walked to her place, at first I had worried about if people saw us walking together they might think it weird, but I relaxed after a while because there was no one around. After arriving at her apartment and getting inside I had set my laptop up on the bench as she told me she was going to have a shower and to help myself to any food or drink from the fridge. I logged into my facebook and thought of her getting undressed just a few rooms away from me. I listened to the shower water running and distracted myself with the useless posts of my “friends” on facebook. After about ten minutes of trying to control my erection I heard the shower turn off, minutes later she stepped through the doorway into the kitchen and all efforts to control my boner were useless. She was wearing a towel, a small towel, it was just perched on the edge of her supple breasts and exposed her toned thighs, not leaving much to the imagination. She asked me how I was going and came over to check my work. Beylikdüzü Üniversiteli Escort She leaned over me once again and I caught a faint scent of apricots coming off her flushed body. I breathed it in and turned my gaze to her breasts, after a minute I turned my head back only to find her looking at me with an amused smile.

“You like them?” she said in a teasing voice.

Feeling bold I replied, “How could I not.”

She looked me directly in the eyes and leaned in, our lips touched and I put my hands around behind her, squeezing and kneading her luscious ass cheeks. Without breaking the kiss I stood up and walked backwards, eventually hitting my knees on the edge of the couch and falling back into it with her still on top of me. Our tongues tangled for minutes, and her flushed hot skin pressed against mine. Breaking the kiss I lifted her curvy frame up slightly and shifted out from under her. We were both panting as I lay her on the couch, her bare shaved pussy directly in front of me, the towel lying discarded to the side.

I tentatively licked her outer pussy lips, keeping my eyes on her face, her body twitched and she let out a small wimper. I gently delved a little deeper into her moist folds, savouring the taste of her sweet juices. She had her eyes closed and her body twitched every so often, accompanied by whimpers and cries of varying pitch and length. I soon had my tongue deep into her pussy, my saliva mingling with her juices to make her pussy wet and slippery. I found her click and began to gently tease it with my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue backwards and forwards over it. Her legs spasmed and she began to gasp slightly, I pushed my tongue back into her wet slit and began to attend to her clit with my finger, I started with slow circles and gently built it up. Eventually my tongue and fingers proved too much for her and she let out a full scream, her legs clenched together hard with my face still in the middle and her whole body went into spasm as she reached climax. I lapped up all of her juice, my face wet as I moved Beylikdüzü Vip Escort up her still spasming body and planted a kiss on her trembling lips. I gently suckled on each of her hard pink nipples as she recovered from her orgasm. She smiled at me and told me I deserved an A plus in her book. I laughed and kissed her again.

As I teased her nipples again she moaned,

“Fuck me.”

I pulled her toned frame up off the couch and told her to face the bench, her hands on the cold metal bench in front of her, I lifted her leg and teased her dripping cunt with the tip of my cock, lifting her right leg high in the air I gently pushed inside her. Her warm hole was tight and she gasped as I slid my entire length into her. I gently pulled out again and repeated, letting her pussy get used to my cock. Slowly picking up the pace I held her hips and began to slam deep inside her tight pussy, her pussy walls gripped my shaft and she moaned as I pounded her from behind. I squeezed her nipples and leaned over her tight frame. She turned her head and we shared a deep kiss, our bodies rocking backward and forward as I slammed her pussy, I pushed her down so she was flat on the cool bench. Her body tightening up as it came into contact with the polished metal. I slow the pace right down and pull out, turning her over so she is sitting on the bench facing me. Her eyes locked with mine, burning with an intensity that drew me in. I leaned over and kissed her before sliding my cock deep inside her pussy once again. I pounded her on the bench her moan being broken into grunts by the hard pounding she was receiving. I leaned right over her and buried my face in her sweet smelling hair, my arms crossed behind her back and I lifted her and stood up. I dropped her directly onto my cock making her scream, I felt myself getting close and gasped into her ear.

“I’m close!”

She told me she was on the pill and she wanted my load deep inside her, I grunted and pounded her pussy harder than ever. My cock swelled and I released my hot cum just as my cock went deep inside her. She moaned and I felt her pussy contract around my cock as she orgasmed, milking every drop of cum from my balls. I lay her down on the bed and watched the mixture of cum slowly dribble from her pink pussy. I look up and her eyes meet mine, she smiled sexily at me, her hair a mess as she gently reaches down and scoops up some cum with her finger and slowly sucked it off her slender finger.

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* * * Orgasm from Mrs. Looney’s Perspective

I got up at 4:30 this morning to catch a 7:00 flight to Austin for a meeting. I’m not usually a morning person but today, for some reason, I jumped right out of bed and got in the shower. I needed plenty of time to get ready this morning. I shaved my legs, underarms and then my pussy. It had to be smooth for my return home this afternoon.

After my shower, the usual preparations were made for the day. Fixing my hair, applying makeup and other miscellaneous tasks were completed.

Now I had to choose the appropriate attire for the day. It’s often difficult to choose my dress on a normal day but today was different. I wanted to wear something sensual. Something that would keep me hot and bothered all day.

First of all, I put on panties, pantyhose, bra and slip, then chose a long black skirt with a white pattern scattered about it. For the top, a thin, white pull over shirt was decided upon. Since I was going to a business meeting I chose to wear a white sweater with black trim and tiny buttons down the front. After looking at myself in the mirror, the outfit certainly didn’t match my mood. Something had to be changed. After careful thought, I removed everything and started over.

Pete and I had tried something a week or so ago to enhance my nipples. My breasts are about a 36C with large nipples. They look like pencil erasers when hard. I found a flesh colored thread in the sewing kit and carefully wrapped them until only the tip was exposed. To do this they must be hard which required them to be pulled and twisted. My nipples were now almost totally encased in thread. They stuck out about « an inch. Needless to say this alone made me horny and it’s only 5:00am. This isn’t a normal state for me at this time of the day. Then I found a pair of scissors and cut the crotch out of my pantyhose and put them back on, with no accompanying panties. I now had full access to my freshly shaved pussy. I put the originally chosen outer layer of clothing back on. This felt and looked much better. I could see my nipples protruding through 3 layers of clothing.

I was finally ready to leave for the airport. Pete was still asleep so I gave him a light peck on the forehead so as not to wake him. He had no idea what I was wearing, or not wearing, in this case, until I sent him an email from my 2-way pager later in the morning. We teased each other all day sending messages back and forth.

By the time I was on the return flight home, I could barely stand it any longer. After all the teasing I’d endured throughout the day from his pages, I was horny as hell. After we boarded the plane, we were told that the weather was bad in Dallas so we’d have to wait awhile before we could depart. It was hot on the plane. I was already uncomfortable from not being able to satisfy my burning need for an orgasm. I was really horny.

We left for Dallas about 30 minutes later than our scheduled departure. It was a short flight but somehow, people still managed to sleep on the plane. I’m not one of those people but the two gentlemen I was sitting between did. It seemed like everyone around me was sleeping. Pete has always wanted me to “do something” on the plane and I never do. The flights are always full and traveling coach doesn’t provide much room, if you know what I mean, for adventure. This trip was an exception. Since both the gentlemen were sleeping and I was so horny, I decided to do something about it.

After the flight attendant had delivered all the beverages at my end of the plane, I lowered my tray table, which hit me about mid thigh. Slowly, and making sure no one was watching, I raised my skirt up Beylikdüzü Esmer Escort to just below my exposed pussy. I leaned my head back and let my fingers begin exploring the depths of my swollen, hot, pussy. It seemed like only a couple of minutes had passed when the flight attendant returned to gather any remaining cups and trash in preparation for landing. I had to stop my ministrations and I hadn’t yet had that much-needed orgasm.

We deplaned and I quickly made my way to the parking garage and my car. Last night Pete hinted at taking my finger toy on the trip. It is a small vibrator that fits on your finger. I took it with me but decided to leave it in the car. I can’t imagine how humiliating it would be to have my purse searched, only to have the toy found and then to have to explain it, or even worse, turn it on to show it wasn’t an explosive or some other weapon. Anyway, it was there in the car waiting on me and calling my name.

I exited the garage and paid the exorbitant parking rates then headed for the house. Traffic was moving nicely so there would be no delay in my arrival at home. Using my finger toy, however, seemed to make my foot lighter instead of heavier on the gas pedal. Even with light traffic if seemed like forever before I got home.

Since we’d sent so many messages back and forth throughout the day, Pete pretty much knew what I was and wasn’t wearing, with a couple of exceptions. He was horny too! This is a natural state for him so it was no surprise to find him hard as a rock when I got home. He met me at the door with a warm embrace and a slow sensual kiss. I must have been wet because my mouth was very wet. Pete always says that when my kisses are wet, so is my pussy. Of course I knew I was wet because I had played with myself all the way home, about a 45-minute drive. It was a long time to play with myself and not have an orgasm.

He had a stupid little grin on his face. He gets that grin when he’s up to no good or has been thinking about sex all day. Taking me by the hand, he led me to our bedroom. Candles were lit and scattered about the room and it smelled so sweet. Pete immediately noticed how hard my nipples were and took my shirt off to obtain unobstructed access to them.

We removed his red silk boxers so I could move over and on top of him. I straddled him and lowered myself down toward his throbbing cock. He stopped me since I had pantyhose on but I continued lowering myself, lifting my skirt to reveal my crotchless pantyhose and shaved, swollen pussy. Pete then quickly removed my skirt so he could have a better view.

Pete likes it when I get on top. My breasts hang just above his mouth and this time they were pointing straight at him since they were still wrapped in their string. I told him they had been that way since 5:00 this morning and were very sensitive and to please be gentle.

He took each breast in a hand and gently massaged them, moving ever so slowly to the nipple. Taking it in his mouth he let his tongue caress and tease first one, then the other. He sucked, licked and twisted each nipple in turn.

While he played with my nipples, making me even wetter, I slid my wet pussy along the top of his cock. Man was he ever hard. My clit was getting plenty of attention and I was about to come. I shivered all over. My body began to quiver as I was on the verge of an orgasm. He stopped me from moving all of a sudden.

We kissed passionately. I began to nibble on his lips and gently run my tongue over his lips. This tickled but he loved it.

He started running his fingernails across my ass, which really tickled, while he sucked on my nipples. Continuing to drive me crazy, I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. I’d been waiting literally Beylikdüzü Eve Gelen Escort all day. I needed his hard cock in my hot pussy and I mean now. He slowly began to enter me then thrust upward in one strong movement. My pussy felt tight to me so I can’t imagine how tight and wet it felt to him. His cock was long and hard and hit just the right spot. If we stayed in this position, I was going to cum really quickly.

Pete began raising his pelvis to meet my downward thrusts. He reached down and grabbed my ankles pulling them up close to his body. I raised myself up and stretched my arms out over his head. Again, this gave him perfect access to my hard nipples. They were still wrapped in thread. Pete began to unravel the thread. As he pulled it, the thread circled my nipple giving the most wonderful sensation. It was like a thin tongue, quickly circling my nipple but barely touching it. About half way through the removal of the thread from the first nipple, I had my first orgasm of the evening.

Raising my upper body to sit upright on Pete’s cock, I had my second orgasm. I began to slide back and forth causing enormous friction to my clit. His long cock was also hitting deep inside me. It was so slippery and wet. He was still holding my ankles so I couldn’t move very well. My pussy muscles began to contract, I stopped breathing and my body began to tremble. He pushed his pelvis up and I arched my back forcing him even deeper inside. I had the most intense orgasm and squirted all over him. My hot juices hitting his pubes made him come instantly. He had, what seemed like, an earth shattering orgasm. I thought he would never stop jerking and moaning. He loves it when I squirt on him.

I started kissing him again and moving my pussy up and down on his very sensitive cock. He begged me to stop moving and reluctantly, I did. I finally rolled over and off of him, spilling the remainder of my pussy juice down his side.

This was a perfect end to an otherwise tiring day of travel. Now we get to sleep in a huge wet spot. Oh well, it was worth it.

* * * Orgasm from Mr. Loony’s Perspective

I knew she was wet. Sticky and frustrated from sitting on the plane, I had been paging her all day. Little text pages that were making her think about sex. Little hints to get her all hot and bothered.

She called when she got on the ground, back home. Her voice was anxious, sounding like she wanted to be with me right at that moment. Another hour, waiting for her to get home. We had recently gotten her nipples hard and wrapped thread around them. The string held them in place, hard as a rock, and only let the tip of her nipple stick out. That was rubbing the inside of her shirt and driving her crazy. I was going crazy just thinking about it.

I heard the door open and rushed in to give her a kiss. Our tongues slid together and her mouth was soaking wet. It felt like she had just taken a big drink of water. This immediately told me she was as wet as a pool. This is how I have always been able to tell, wet mouth, wet pussy, wetter mouth, and a wetter pussy. So, from the passionate kiss I received, I assumed she was in the wetter range of things.

I pulled her into the bedroom and lay back on the bed. I knew I had a dirty little grin all over my face, because she had one just a big on hers. I could see her nipples were hard and when I reached to pull her on top of me she pulled her skirt up to reveal the crotchless hose I love for her to wear.

Her pussy was shaved smooth and looked puffy and swollen. I wondered if she had touched herself on the plane. I always give her a hard time, asking if she played with her tits or her pussy, and I know sometimes she does and does not tell me. I hope she Beylikdüzü Evi Olan Escort fingered herself on the ride home, the thoughts running through my mind. I only had on boxer shorts, which quickly disappeared.

As she positioned herself above my cock, I was frantically removing her shirt. She has the most wonderful tits. They are small, soft, lovely mounds of sensitivity. I can hold each of them in my hand and have a whole mouthful left to suck into my eager mouth. She loves to go without a bra and does so whenever possible.

I threw her shirt to the floor and she lowered her cunt over my dick. Aughhh, it was hot. It felt like I was inserting myself into an oven, but with a soft, silky fit, like a satin glove. She must have been thinking of something good because she sat down on top of me and I slide inside her all the way. Her clit was pushed up against my pubic bone and I could feel her muscles start flexing inside. It was such an incredible feeling.

I reached up and held her face with my hands and gently kissed her lips. She moaned a little when I ran my tongue over them and her pussy spasmed. She jumped a second, and then ground her hips into mine. We were kissing like mad and I reached under her and grabbed her ankles. I pulled them up towards me and it made the point where her pussy and my dick met, into a “V”. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting her cervix.

She fell over me, holding herself up with her outstretched arms. This placed her boobs, dangling about 1 inch above my face. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my head. Her nipples fell right into my mouth. I was sucking and pulling on it and rubbing my fingertips over her ass. I knew this tickled, but it made her jumpy. She does not like to become jumpy, but when she does, she orgasms harder and harder each time.

I ran my hands up her sides, supping the undersides of her chest. I was still sucking on the same nipple, so I grabbed her other tit with both my hands and squeezed it tight. I turned my head and sucked her whole boob into my mouth and pushed my tongue over her nipple as hard as I could. She was trying to pull away, but I raised my legs and started to finally thrust my dick in and out of her pussy.

I slapped her ass as I grabbed her hips and started pulling her into me. I turned back to the first nipple and pulled it with my teeth, biting it gently until she started to cum. This was certainly a fast one. She started not to breathe, that is the first sign of an impending orgasm. She takes short deep breaths and then suddenly, right before she comes, I grab her tits and push her upright to a sitting position. This causes my dick to extend its full length into her pussy. Her hands are holding onto my chest and arms and my hands are rubbing all over her boobs.

Her legs are locked in place and all she can do is to swivel her hips back and forth. This is the most incredible feeling I have ever felt. I feel my dick slide back and forth thru her muscles as she squeezes me trying to get me into the right spot. She quickly changes and her hips rise up and my dick comes out until the tip is just barely inside. I rolled her nipples in my fingers and pull and twist them as she rides up and down my shaft.

I arch my back, causing even more of me to push into her. I strain my stomach muscles and grind her clit on my pubes. This causes me to start hitting her sweet spot. This makes her cum and cum and cum. I feel her take a last big breath in and then she starts to shake and quiver. I feel a sharp, hot, liquid come out of her pussy and start to run down my stomach and chest. She starts moaning louder and slapping her pussy against me. She cums again and soaks the bed with her sweet smelling juice.

She pulls her knees into my chest and leans over my face kissing my neck. I try and turn away, but she holds me in place. I kiss her hard and she grinds her sensitive crotch into mine. We lay until her legs get tired and she rolls off with a squishy plop. Content and very happy, we fall asleep waiting for the hot water to wash off with.

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Emma’s Story, Part 2: Emma the escort

Cory finished cleaning himself up and dressed as I put my bra back on and shimmied back into my dress. I could tell he was still a little stunned by the intensity of his orgasm, so when he was dressed I took him by the arm and led him out of the massage room and down the hall to the waiting room. As we walked I pressed myself tightly against him. When we got to the front door I said, “Thanks for coming, sweetie. I Hope to see you again.” And I gave him a big hug. While I had my arms around him I slipped a card into his hand and whispered into his ear, “If you’d like to see me again sometime, call me at this number. I also work as an escort. Remind me that I met you here and I’ll give you a special discount.” The card was simply printed with ‘Emma’ and my cell phone number. With that I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and he stumbled out the door.

A few weeks later my phone rang and I head Cory’s nervous voice at the other end. “Hello…I’d like to speak to Emma, please.” If he had seemed a little nervous at the Hide-Away, now he seemed absolutely petrified.

“This is Emma. How can I help you?” I purred.

“This…uh…this is Cory. You gave me your card…” he stammered.

“Of course, I remember you sweetie. I’m glad you called. Would you like an appointment?” I asked brightly.

Cory hesitated for a second, and then answered “Yes”.

“Super. I said I’d give you a discount, didn’t I? You can have a full service massage for $150 an hour, same rates as at the spa. Would you like an in-call or out-call service?”

“Uh, what does that mean?”

“In-call means that you come to my apartment. Out-call means that I go to you, at your home or at a hotel somewhere.”

“I’ll come to you. I think that would be best. When, er, when you say ‘full-service’, what does that really mean?”

I almost giggled. Even though I knew Cory was about the same age as me, he seemed so naive. I’d better go easy on the poor kid. “It means that at Emma’s apartment there are no rules, so it can mean whatever you want it to mean.” I told him. We agreed on a time for the appointment the next day and I gave him my address.

“By the way,” I interjected before he hung up, “is there any special way you’d like me to be dressed?”

I could almost hear the possibilities running through his mind. Finally he answered, “Just something nice.”

My apartment is in the basement of a big older house, with my own entrance down some stairs at the side. The land-lord knows what I get up to down there, so he charges me $200 a month more than he ought to, but I don’t mind because it’s a nice little place and it suits my needs just fine. As you come down the stairs you come into the living room, which is where I do my business. It’s a dim, spacious room which I’ve decorated with lots of dark, rich fabrics and heavy furniture. I always have lots of candles burning. There is a futon with satin sheets in the corner behind a Japanese screen. Off to the side there is a nook with a small dining room table in it, and an archway leading to a tiny kitchen. Beside the kitchen is a door leading to a bathroom. On the other side is the door leading to my bedroom. That’s my personal space and I always keep the door locked.

I found myself kind of looking forward to Cory’s visit, and I put some thought into what would constitute ‘something nice’ in his eyes for me to wear. I finally settled on a dark red silk basque which made my already tiny waist look even slimmer and emphasized my round, full breasts. I also put on a matching garter belt and black thigh high stockings. I pulled a black thong on over the garter belt. That was a trick I’d learned at the Spa, if you wear your panties on the outside of your garter belt then you can take them off but still leave your stockings in place — a lot of guys like you to leave your stockings and garter belt on. To complete the outfit I wore a pair of black high heels with a four inch heel. In short, I looked like sex on a stick and Cory was going to be one very happy guy.

At precisely the time we had agreed the bell rang and I looked through the peep hole to see Cory standing there. He had worn a shirt and tie for his big date. How sweet. I opened the door just wide enough Beylikdüzü Suriyeli Escort to let him in and ushered him inside. He surveyed the room quickly, taking in all the candles and the satin covered bed in the corner, then his gaze fell on me standing by the door. His jaw literally dropped. I had never seen someone do that in real life, only in cartoons. I suppressed a giggle, reached out to his face and softly closed his mouth. While my hand was there I caressed the side of his face and playfully tussled his hair.

“Hi there big guy,” I said, “you look like you are glad to see me.”

Cory could only bob his head in agreement. He seemed fixated on my body, staring for long seconds at my tits pushing up from the top of my basque, and then letting his eyes wander slowly down my firm stomach to where the tiny bit of material of my thong disappeared between my legs. He took in my stockings and garter belt, then finally looked back up to my face. I gave him a big grin and said cheerfully, “Come on in and sit down. Can I get you something to drink?”

He finally found his voice and answered, “Yes, please. Whatever you’re having.”

Taking Cory by the hand I led him to one of the two big overstuffed chairs which sat facing each other near the center of the room. Cory obediently sat in one and I headed to the kitchen for the drinks. I could feel his eyes still checking me out, so I gave my ass an extra wiggle as I walked. “Would you like a beer?” I called, “or how about a nice whiskey? I have vodka, too.”

“Oh…beer, please.”

I returned with two opened Bud long-necks and handed one to Cory. He took a long swig of his, but I held mine in my hands, contemplatively running my fingers up and down the neck.

“First thing’s first, do you have the money?” I asked.

“Yeah…of course. Here you go.” Cory said, reaching into his front pocket and pulling out a wad of bills. “It’s a hundred and fifty, right?”

“That’s great,” I responded, taking the money and putting it in a little antique box on a table next to my chair. “Now that that’s taken care of, what would you like to do?”

“I’d like…well, uh…maybe we could…”

As Cory squirmed in his seat, I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees, giving him a really good view down my cleavage and with my hair cascading down one shoulder. This only made him stutter more. This guy is so cute, I thought. He’s scared to death of me. He’s just handed over his money but he doesn’t want to offend me by suggesting anything. Even the nice guys who come here usually spend all their time ordering me around. ‘Do this, do that more.’

“Well, while you are deciding do you mind if I amuse myself a little?” I asked, a wicked smile playing across my lips. I slipped out of my seat and knelt on the floor in front of Cory. Licking my lips seductively I ran my hands up and down his thighs, then brought them together at his crotch. While Cory sat motionless I gently caressed his groin, finding the outline of his hardening dick under his pants and tracing up and down the shaft with my fingers. Deftly I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. I heard him moan softly as I reached in and closed my fingers around his now rock solid dick. Cory’s erect dick was so big that I had a little trouble maneuvering it out of his pants, but with a little help from him I was able to get it loose. I stroked it several times, letting the anticipation build. I was really anxious to get my lips around his big, beautiful dick. Holding his shaft firmly in one hand and tenderly cupping his balls with the other I lowered my mouth down onto his dick. Sucking gently I slid his dick all the way to the back of my throat. It filled my mouth and I would easily have choked on it had I not carefully kept my hand on his shaft, keeping him from penetrating my mouth too far. Sucking harder now I started bobbing my head up and down, sucking on the way up, licking and caressing with my lips on the way down. It didn’t take Cory long at all to cum. After only a few strokes and I felt his cum start to explode in my mouth. Remembering from the spa what a gusher I was in for, I started swallowing immediately. Spurt after spurt of warm sticky cum filled my mouth and I hungrily gulped Beylikdüzü Türbanlı Escort them down. After he finished cumming I continued to hold his dick in my mouth, carefully licking up every bit of cum. Finally, regretfully, I let his dick slip out of my mouth and wiping a stray glob of cum off my chin I climbed back into my chair and took a long swallow of my beer. “Cum with a beer chaser, nothing’s better.” I observed. “So, now that we have that out of the way, maybe you can relax a little.” I smiled.

Cory simply grinned and sank further back into his chair. “Wow, that was the best blow-job I’ve ever had.” He sighed.

“Thanks!” I responded, “I really enjoy giving them.”

“Really?” asked Cory sitting up, “I mean, you’re not just saying that because…”

“As part of the show?” I finished for him. “No. I really enjoy giving blow-jobs. And I enjoy giving hand jobs. And I really, really enjoy having sex. I wouldn’t do this otherwise.” I said earnestly. “I see girls at the spa who are just in it for the money. Most of them are, probably. You can tell; the guys can tell, I’m sure. But with me, I’m there because I want to be. I love making guys cum – It’s so rewarding. I like making people happy and helping them out, and that’s my way of doing that.”

Cory looked deeply into my eyes, and I thought I could see a little respect there. “You said you’ve been doing this since your eighteenth birthday?” he asked.

“I’ve been working at the spa since a few days after I turned eighteen. I started doing escort work a month or so after that. One of the other girls got me started – she and I were going to go into business together, but before we could get it organized she decided to move to Florida. She’s modeling and escorting out there now…queen of the wet T-shirt contest I understand. But I thought it was a good idea so I set up on my own. I don’t really advertise or anything, just people I meet at the spa or guys referred from someone I trust.”

I took a second to look at Cory. He seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying, which is to say that his eyes were on my face rather than my tits. I liked that. “I’ve always been like this, though. Way back in junior high, when I first started to grow my tits, I was twelve or thirteen I guess, I used to take money from boys to look at them.”

Cory looked a bit shocked at this, which made me giggle. “There was a generator building out behind the school, and I used to go out there at recess and take off my shirt for five dollars. After awhile someone offered me ten to touch them, so I started doing that, too. Not long after that someone squealed on me and I got expelled.” I laughed. “Who knows how much further it would have gone.”

“So what happened then?”

“My parents were livid and sent me to an all girls school. I calmed down for awhile after that, without so much temptation around.” I said.

“Your parents…do they…?”

“Do they know what I’m doing now? No. We haven’t seen much of each other for a couple of years now. I’m not sure they know where I am.”

“I’m sorry.” Said Cory.

“Why? I’m not. They said that they were only responsible for me until I finished high school, so I studied hard and graduated early. And on the honor roll, no less.”

“Good for you.” Said Cory.

“Thanks. I’ll probably go to college in a year or two. I’d love to visit my friend in Florida, so maybe I’ll go to school down there. Florida State. Or University of Miami.”

I noticed that Cory had finished his beer. “Can I get you another one?” I asked. When he said no I smiled coyly and asked, “Have you thought about what else you would like to do with me?”

“Could you show me what you used to do with the boys behind the generator house?”

Nodding I stood and took a few steps towards the futon in the corner. “I never wore a bra back then, so if I was wearing a T-shirt or a pull-over top I’d just pull it off.” I said, reaching back to unfasten the clasps which ran down the back of my basque, “but if I was wearing a top with buttons I’d have to unbutton it one at a time,” I continued, reaching the last clasp and holding my top on with one hand. “I used to love the look on their faces when I’d get to the last Beylikdüzü Ucuz Escort button and open my shirt for them.” As I said this I let my top fall to the floor and stood before Cory with my big, firm breasts exposed. “I’d let them look for just a few seconds. But sometimes I’d let the boys touch them.” As I said that Cory moved towards me and took my tits in his hands. My nipples are very pale, almost the same color as my skin, but when I am aroused they get a little rosy. They were rosy now. He held my tits gently in his hands, caressing them, squeezing them. His thumbs found my nipples and he flicked and pinched them, bringing them to hardness. While he played with my tits I started loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. After undoing a few of the buttons I grabbed his shirt tales and pulled his shirt over his head. His hands got caught in his shirt cuffs and he had to flap his arms to get hands free. I always have trouble with men’s shirt cuffs. Cory’s pants were still unfastened, so when his shirt came off his pants fell to the floor. Seeing this I dropped to my knees and carefully pulled his underwear down over his bulging dick. Taking his dick in my hand I licked it up and down like a popsicle before rubbing it between my tits.

“Are you ready to go, big boy?” I whispered. He nodded and I sat back on the futon and pulled my panties off in one quick motion. As Cory stepped out of his pants and pulled his shoes and sox off I took a condom that I keep on the bedside table and ripped it out of its wrapper. I slipped the condom into my mouth, and as Cory came to the side of the futon I took his dick in my hands and sucked on it again, slipping the condom on as I did so.

Usually when I am entertaining a guy I give my pussy a few drops of lube before they arrive, to help myself get ready if I need it. I didn’t have to do anything like that with Cory, though. Just thinking about finally getting his beautiful dick had kept me moist all day, and now that my panties were off and his dick was in my hands, I was dripping wet.

Giving Cory’s dick a last lick I lay back on the futon, spreading my legs wide and pulling my knees almost up to my shoulders. Not needing any further invitation, Cory climbed on top of me and in an instant his huge dick plunged into my pussy. He penetrated me in one long, slow stroke, stretching my pussy wide as he buried his entire length inside me until I felt his balls brush against my body. I let out an involuntary gasp as he slid out and plunged in again, harder and faster. I wrapped my legs around Cory’s body squeezing his sides; I still had my shoes on and my heels raked against him like spurs, pulling him into me.

“Oh, God!” I cried, “Come on, Cory. Come on baby. Oh, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” When I’m having sex I easily loose control, and with Cory’s massive dick inside me I was soon panting and moaning and crying out. Digging my fingers into his back, squeezing him to me, urging him on.

Cory responded to my pleadings, pounding my pussy harder and harder until I was sure I was going to split open. Finally I felt his body tense and quiver as he delivered his load of cum. I don’t know how he could have had a drop of cum left in his body after all that I had already eaten, but by the way his body rocked and his dick throbbed it felt like he was shooting another gallon.

Finally Cory finished cumming and collapsed on top of me, clutching me tightly to him. It was warm and comforting to feel his body held tightly against me, and I let him lie like that for some time. Eventually though, fearing that he was going to fall asleep, I gently rolled him onto his side and whispered, “it’s almost time for you to go, sweetie.”

Cory blinkingly sat up and stretched. Looking down at himself, he slipped the condom, ballooned with cum, off his dick and looked around for a place to put it. Discretely I took it from him and, slipping out of bed, carried it to a trash container in the kitchen. When I returned Cory was standing up, his pants back on, buttoning up his shirt. I waited while he tied his shoes, then, still naked except for my stockings and garters, led him to the door.

Cory hesitated awkwardly at the door, then he said, “This is probably out of line, but is there any chance you and I could ever see each other, you know, socially. Like a date?”

I blinked, taken aback for a moment. “You’re right, that is against every un-written rule there is for escorts.” I said, but then added, “But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not famous for following rules. Why don’t you leave me your number and I might call you sometime.”

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The car entered the driveway slowly and when the door closed, it only clicked. He wanted to surprise her.

Their phone call ended an hour ago. She ended it abruptly telling him she needed more time to get ready and that it’d take her at least another hour, provided she did not get interrupted again. Then her phone rang again into a call lasting half an hour. It was important, but still left her far behind on her preparations for this special date.

Bathed, perfumed and make up in place, she was still sorting through her closet looking for just the right outfit. Focused yet flighty thinking about what to wear, she sat on the edge of the bed and wriggled into her nearly black silk stockings. She liked the way they felt against her freshly shaven legs. She reflected about the thick lather and the sharp blades of that vibrating razor. The waistband of her stockings was now at the top of her thighs. Pulling up a little further, her thumbs hit on her pussy and she could feel the wetness begin.

With a glance at the clock, she thought to herself that she had at least another half an hour before he was to arrive. With that in mind, she lay back on the bed enjoying the cool comforter against her bare back. She lifted one foot to the bed using it to bump her ass into the air and slide the stockings back off as far as her knees. While arched up, she stayed in that position until the gentle breeze across her bare pussy stopped. Her hand immediately found its way to the wetness.

As she eased into the pleasure of feeling herself, she thought she heard something across the apartment. It was Beylikdüzü Anal Escort brushed off to the breeze pushing through a window. She lifted her head to peek around just in case. She saw nothing, nobody and heard no other sounds. She resumed her fondling and petting. Slight mumbling and moaning kept her fantasy of him alive. It brought her back to hearing the same sounds and it brought her closer and closer.

And then a click.

She lifted her head one more time and heard nothing else. Resuming once again, she was determined to make it happen. That orgasm needed to be there soon. He was going to be picking her up any time now and she had to release that intense feeling twinkling through her pussy lips before he got there. Being in his presence was only going to bring it back, and she figured if she released it now, she’d start fresh and more mildly when he arrived.

That click was the door behind him as he slowly let the doorknob turn and latch behind him. Shoes were left at the front door and he snuck in. He listened to her moaning. An uneasy feeling came upon him thinking she was not alone. He tip-toed into the adjacent room, hoping to see her. First, a stockinged foot, toes curled. Then the leg up to her knee, noticing the other foot tucked under her bent knee. Eyes following up that leg to her bent knee, bent out towards the wall. Looking up to her inner thigh, he could hardly see any of her pussy with her hand in the way. He breathed in deep and heavy. And he slid his stocking feet across the wood floor so she wouldn’t hear him.

He Beylikdüzü Çıtır Escort watched as her fingertips shifted and swayed all around her garden. One finger then two and then three and tapping and pinching and wow — he was amazed at all he was observing. He stood tall at the foot of the bed and waited for her to sense his presence. She lifted her head off the pillow in an ecstatic abdominal crunch and her eyes slit open just enough to notice his shadow standing over her.

Too far into her mission and too far beyond breaking out of this fantasy, she closed her eyes, smiled and dropped her head back into the fluffy pillow. Her legs parted further as an invitation to him. With the feel of his hand on her inner knee, she said in a labored whisper “you’re early”.

He ran his hand up along her leg, zig-zagging back and forth across her leg with the most soft, sensual touch. She moaned louder. He squeezed her tender shivering flesh and pushed his hand far up her leg. A pinky touched on her finger when it began sliding into her hole. Both fingers inserted, he gasped when she did and he took his finger back. On the way, he grabbed her stockings and slowly peeled them off her smooth legs.

Rather than tossing them aside, he stretched them from toe to toe. The gleam in his eye meant he was up to something. She continued her business of fingering herself as he began his business of tying one leg of the stockings to her ankle/knee connection and the other leg to the frame of the bed. She could not get free.

She heard the jingle of his belt buckle Beylikdüzü Elit Escort as it was opened quickly and was set to fall to the sides of his zipper. Then was the sound of the zipper clicking every tooth in anticipation of setting that eager hard cock loose to tempt her wet and overly stimulated hot pussy. Without touching her, he leaned forward and with his practiced tongue, licked her once. The sound that escaped her was a gasping, shrieking sigh of extreme pleasure. She pushed her ass into the bed to try squelching the intense feeling he just sent careening through her nerve endings. When the heat of his moist breath pushed on her lips again, she raised herself to meet him in anticipation, almost eagerness. Instead of a tongue this time, he pursed his lips and pressed them to her clit.

She had maintained a system of making herself feel so good in that man’s absence that he knew when she’d have it exposed. His hands were able to pay attention to his own satisfaction while his mouth suckled on her hard hot clit. Flicking gently, she swirled her hips in rhythm to his actions. Within seconds, his chin was glistening. She parted her legs best she could while being tethered in place. It put her pussy on better display for him to access. The next feel she got was his long strong tongue probing her. At first she thought it was his finger, and soon enough was convinced by the flicking and the added wetness that it was his tongue pushing into her like a penis. When he had it in her as far as he could get it, his sucking started again.

And it ended in an instant.

She whimpered when it stopped. The feeling was intense, more intense than she could have done to herself, and she wanted more of it. He knew. He leaned into her again and gave her one more teasing lap of his tongue then stopped before reaching her clit and before the lip-sucking went any further….there was more in his mind for her than that…

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