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I was downstairs enjoying the family room of a very lovely, large breasted but very thin girl. Of her 140 lbs. five foot ten inch frame, forty must have been her beautiful breasts. I’d never had a woman with such wonderful large tits. They were well rounded, firm with very suckable nipples. I could smother myself for hours in their warmth and suppleness. .

As we kissed, played and worked our way into what I thought would be a great sexual encounter she warned me if I made her cum she would make a lot of noise and wake her mother who was asleep upstairs. I thought she was joking at first. Telling me this she impaled herself on me, as I reclined, on her sofa. She proceeded to get herself off repeatedly. She was cumming like a faucet on my dick. Riding and grinding on me and as she predicted, making an awful lot of noise. I was just an instrument of her joy but could have been a Sybian as far as she was concerned.

Women who lay you down and fuck the shit out of you I just love. They grind on you. Slide up and down on your pole, for their enjoyment. My benefit is the clutching, squeezing, sloppy pussy I am stretching. After they stuff me in, it is on. I can go like that for hours as she does most of the work. It is kind of like getting Fast link head. You enjoy the view and also the pleasure.

This continued for a good while and she began to babble calling me daddy. I fell into her role play. She was obviously into it when she began sobbing. She was sorry by was not getting me off and begged me not to spank her too hard for being a selfish little girl. She did not want to wake up her Mommy.

My dick was granite but, nowhere near to cumming as she used me. I truly enjoy the play aspect of intimacy so I was not mad. Hell, I was enjoying myself. I like being used that way.

After a gut wrenching, shaking, shivering cum she jumped off. With tear filled eyes she laid me back on the sofa, climbed over me, sat her cum drenched pussy on my face and while devouring my dick promised to make me cum real good only, just not to spank her too hard. I am playing her game and listening real well now. I know a good dick sucking when I’m getting one!

She rammed my dick down her throat. I slapped her ass cheeks with one hand, while shoving thumbs and fingers into her pussy and asshole with the other. The sounds of the whacks were resounded off the paneled family room walls. I rubbed cum from her thighs fast links and pussy into her butt cheeks and the whacks got louder the wetter she got. Totally into it the more whacks she got the better her sucking got. When a woman voluntarily fucks you into her throat it doesn’t get much better. Oh wait it gets better. With her dainty little hands she was pulling and twisting my balls. I’m sold.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed her Mother standing in a doorway watching. I almost went limp in my girl’s mouth and then I realized Mommy was enjoying the show. One hand was tweaking a nipple on her very large breast. Large ran in the family. Her sisters were voluptuous also. Mommy’s other was busy under her nightgown frigging her pussy. Fear now gone, hard on returned, I tried to smile with her daughter’s pussy in my mouth and my fingers up her ass. I thought I would get both of them. Yeah right.

After Mommy came she smiled at me and disappeared back upstairs. My girls butt was red and very hot from my whacking when she took all of me down her throat, hollered bloody murder around it and came again as I whacked her as hard as I could on her now beet red ass cheeks. She took me out of her throat got off then impaled her pussy on me again squatting and riding me. I could feel the raw heat from her ass on my thighs. She rode us to another cum for her and finally one for me.

We did not stop there. While lost in enjoying another blowjob, in the female on top 69 position, my girl mumbled something around my dick. I removed it from her mouth to hear what she was saying. When I did she told me to, “Spank my ass..hard!”

I thought I had.

Oh well, whatever the lady wants. Taking my mouth from her clit, fingers from her pussy and asshole, I did. She cried she came a few times even harder than she already had been. The sucking and slurping blowjob [throat job] got even better and she wanted more even harder. She was already great at what she did but, with each smack reddening her butt she became an incredible cocksucker.

She played with my dick for nearly two hours. My heart was racing and dick straining past all previous size limits. The load I shot down her gullet was almost painful coming out my urethra. Girlfriend managed to hold quite a mouthful. She turned around to show me her well deserved load before she swallowed.

Aiming to please in the future I remembered to keep her legs under not over my arms so I had full use and reach in smacking her shapely ass.

Light smacks on the butt with other partners usually turn out the same way…great sex, a very satisfied partner and an invitation to return.

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Tony was an enigma to most people. Tony was universally popular, working for himself as a landscape gardener, creating stylish gardens for many of the townspeople. At 24 he was set up for life. His work was lucrative. He had a smart home, fully paid off, which he had inherited from his parents. Tony was good looking, a fit muscular body from the physical side of his work, standing a good 6 foot tall. He was quiet, but friendly. He worked hard and did a good job. People described him as a good catch – most young women would go for him, they said. And there had been girl friends, and he had been kind to them, a gentleman. None of them had worked out – but when he was a teenager relationships were never expected to last.

But he was still an enigma. He wasn’t someone to mix socially. He seemed to keep himself to himself. Some said it wasn’t healthy that he was rarely seen in the social centres – the bars, the restaurants. It wasn’t natural for a young good-looking man like him to avoid relationships, when he could have almost any girl he wanted. Some of his friends had even tried match-making, but it wasn’t for Tony – he ran a mile. No-one thought he was gay – but somehow he just seemed very private, happy with his own company. Even Tony’s sister Ruby tried to get him to go out more, and was puzzled by his attitude, but couldn’t succeed. He would go to Ruby’s home on a Sunday and have lunch with her, her husband and children – children who adored Tony. Then it was home again to his privacy.

Some had worked it out a bit. Truth be told he hadn’t always been so private – when a teenager he had been “out there” enjoying himself, and as a student he had been the same. He was different when he came back to the town.

It was no surprise – he came back when his parents had both been killed in a horrific car accident. Killed instantly. The family had been close – a good family, and the death of both parents in that instant had been a dagger through Tony’s heart, a dagger even two years later that was killing him – he still couldn’t get away from their death, still a black cloud blotting out all the light in his life. It was simply his inabilty to escape that dreadful day that locked Tony up. Tony desperately wanted to break out, but always the cloud, always the chains…………

For Tony weekends were either a time for being alone, coping with the grief he couldn’t shake off, or time for meeting potential clients, giving quotes for work, drawing up designs. When it was the former he felt guilty he was still in mourning; when it was the latter he wished he could be left alone……

This May Saturday morning was a time for meeting clients. It was just about 10.00am when he knocked on the door of the detached house, surrounded by what looked like an acre of grass. It was a great house, and a dull boring garden but a garden with potential……

Tony assumed it was Tom Fletcher who opened the door – that was the name of the person who had phoned him. Tom was perhaps in his mid forties. He was a tall slim man. Although he was wearing shorts, You could guess that Tom would be much more at home in a suit at work. Tom introduced himself, cracked a few jokes, led Tony into the kitchen in the house, offered him coffee, which Tom was happy to take. Tony was aware it could be a couple of hours talking gardens, and he needed the caffeine boost to keep him going.

A few moments later a lady appeared – Tom introduced her as Amy, his wife. Amy was the same sort of age as Tom, tall, slim and attractive. Again she was wearing shorts – the weather was warm, and had short dark hair, round features, a ready smile.

Over the next couple of hours they talked gardens. Tony learnt that their two daughters were away at college, that Tom was something in banking, Amy an administrator in a local school. They were a couple who laughed a lot, were good company. Tony was impressed by their friendliness, as much as they were impressed by his garden design skills. Tony measured the garden, took photos and promised that by the following Saturday he would bring them some draft designs and costings. They clearly had the potential to be good customers, but just one thing made Tony jump. It was odd.

They shook hands, and Amy said, as she did: “This job could be Web Tools good fun, you might find it good fun working here.” It was the emphasis on the “good fun” and the hint of a wink that went with it. Was she flirting…………….?

The following Saturday Tony took the plans around, had displayed them. Tom and Amy were impressed. They talked details, maintenance of the garden, water features, and agreed the contract and price – a very good price – for the work. But Tony left feeling slightly uneasily……………

It wasn’t that they hadn’t been friendly, they had been delightful. It wasn’t that they had been difficult customers, quite the opposite. What jarred, he decided as he drove home, was the flirting. It had been faintly ludicrous – it wasn’t just Amy, it was Tom as well! It seemed they were both flirting with him when the other left the room. Amy, leaning forward, giving Tom a glimpse down the front of her blouse. Tom gripping his biceps, saying that he loved good muscles. Amy saying that it would be good to have a real man working on their garden. Tom saying he didn’t like hard work – he would feel stiff just watching Tom, with a hint of emphasis on the word stiff.

All morning it went on, the flirting. Tony was not going to turn down the job – it was too good, but somehow he felt it wasn’t going to be as simple as he first thought.

The first day – the following Monday – he worked hard, moving all the soil he wouldn’t need, and was still working hard when Amy returned home from work. She offered him a long stiff drink; commenting that she loved to see a man working in shorts, showing off his body, and then with a smirk said, “And with less………….” Later, when Tom came home he asked to see the progress. Again the innuendo in a comment: he was looking at the hole Tony had dug for the pond, and commented that Tom must be good at “working in holes”. Said with a wink.

Through the week the comments continued when Amy, then Tom came home from work. At first, Tony was wary, but started to like it – it felt like flattery. Did he mind that Amy was flirting? He liked it – sometimes dreamt of her as he masturbated. Did he mind Tom flirting? Tony surprised himself – he thought he should mind, but found something in him aroused……..

Tony worked hard all week, and planned to work over the weekend as well. He arrived early on the Saturday, clearly before Tom and Amy were out of bed, and sat on the decking outside the kitchen window. It was Tony’s practice to spend the first half hour of each day looking at the work he had done, the work to be done – it inspired him and gave him a sense of what had to be done next. As he sat there, he heard voices from the kitchen. After a couple of minutes he tuned into the voices – Tom and Amy chatting.

“Tony is planning to be here all today……….” It was Tom’s voice. “We’ll be able to watch him all day…….. do you think by tomorrow one of us will win?”

Tony kept listening – he wasn’t sure what they meant.

“Well,” it was Amy’s voice. “I’m going to win, he’ll do me first…………”

“Nonsense,” Tom replied. “Nonsense – by tomorrow I’ll have his mouth on my cock. I’lll have his mouth on my cock before you have his mouth on your pussy. Remember, we’ve got 5 dollars on it…………”

Tony was stunned. So that was it. All the flirting. All the admiration. It was just a silly competition. They were playing with him, to see which could seduce him first. Tony was furious. He was just a toy in their game. A toy in their game……….Tony quietly got to his feet and started work. He would not be treated as a toy. For a couple to fight over. Part of Tony thought he would enjoy………………. but not as a toy. Yes he was furious, but there was part of him flattered. And the anger had awakened in him something he had avoided for two years……….

By the end of the morning his rage was subsiding. It was odd. Until this moment Tony had been lost in his grief, could not escape the sorrow from the death of his parents. But in this one moment something new had been sparked in him. Through this friendly couple, a couple he liked, but a couple who had been playing games with him, this couple of swingers, something new had been sparked into Online Web Tools life. Whether it was lust, or anger, or humiliation Tony couldn’t decide. Or all of them together. Tony parked his attempts to analyse, thinking, if they want to play games, they would play on his terms. He would take them…………… And yes, he knew he could swing both ways…………. And if it was Sunday they wanted, then Sunday it would be………….

Tony worked hard all the Saturday, while in his mind he planned how Sunday might go. He finished work at about 8.30pm as it went dark, then drank a beer or two at home as he worked out in his mind how it would happen………

Tony was at work by 8.00am, and again worked hard all morning, till he ate his sandwiches for lunch, sat on the Patio he had built earlier in the week. As he sat, Tom and Amy came and sat with him, with drinks for themselves, a beer for Tony.

“I’d better get on,” said Tony. “By the way, Tom, can I show you something in the garden, down here……………..need to show you the summer house…………” Tony pointed at the summer house he had built the day before.

Amy said she needed to wash some dishes, so Tom went with Tony, they went into the summer house. “What is it you want to show me?” Tom asked.

Tony paused. “Tom, you’ve been good to me for this job, paid well, supported the work. I want to show you my appreciation.” Tony smiled a suggestive smile. It took Tom a moment to realise what Tony was saying. Tony continued. “You’ve, um, been flirting with me all week. Would you like me to…………….” Tony nodded his head towards Tom’s crotch, then licked his tongue around his lips.

Tom needed no second invitation. His cock was instantly hard. “Would love that……………”

Tony moved closer to Tom, kissed him softly on the lips, then stood back and removed Tom’s shirt. He knelt in front of Tom, undid the waistband of his short and pulled them, along with Tom’s underpants to the floor, and slipped them out from under Tom’s feet. Tom’s cock was inches away from Tony’s face, as hard as Tom could remember, standing six inches straight up .

Tony kissed the tip of Tom’s cock, then stood up quickly. Tom was startled. Tony spoke. “I think you are stuck in here – can see lots of children playing in gardens. I’ll be back.” He had grabbed Tom’s clothes, left before Tom could react. Tom felt stupid – trapped in the new summerhouse, naked…………..

Tom took the clothes to the house, put them on a chair on the patio. He knocked on the door and Amy appeared.

“Sorry – just to give you a message – Tom said he would be back in half an hour or so. Neighbour asked him to help with a job.” Amy wasn’t surprised – Tom would often disappear helping neighbours, particularly Mike a couple of houses down.

“Thanks” said Amy, suddenly feeling embarrassed as Tony took a step backwards, and looked her up and down. She was wearing a blue summer dress, the sort which hid everything, but hinted at treasures underneath. Amy stood rooted to the spot – was Tony about the make a move on her? She had been flirting for the last week – surely she had given him enough signs………….

Tony looked at her for several seconds, then moved behind her, standing close. Amy’s blood was already pumping in her body. She knew she was already damp……… Suddenly she felt him bend down, grip the hem of her skirt, pull her skirt to her waist, then link his fingers in the top of her panties. Without her moving, he had pulled the panties to the ground, and lifted her out of them. Amy was impressed by his strength as his arms went around her waist and lifted her out of her panties. He was still behind her with his arms around her waist, and was pulling Amy to her. Amy felt him pressed against her, felt his erection pressed into her ass.

One arm held Amy to him – his other arm was moving up her body, cupping her breast, suddenly squeezing, pinching her nipple through the dress. Her nipple was instantly hard. She also knew that this young man was much bigger than her husband………

Amy felt his hand moving down her body, past her waist, hitching up the front of her dress. His fingers were moving up her thighs as he lifted the dress. In seconds Çevrimiçi Web Araçları she suddenly squealed as his finger pushed between her legs, seeking her clit. She was moaning softly in seconds as his finger rubbed her clit, her legs parting, her body moving to his rhythm……………

Suddenly Tony removed his finger, suddenly Amy found herself thrown over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, being carried out into the garden. She was stunned at first, she faintly struggled, but was still too turned on by this muscular young man. Tony carried her the short distance to the summer house, opened the door, looked at Tom who was still stood naked in the room. “Don’t move,” he said to him in a kindly but firm voice.

With Amy still over his shoulder, held there with one hand, Tony undid his shorts, dropped them and his underpants to the floor. He slid Amy off his shoulder, but without letting her touch the floor, he held her around him with his hands under her ass. He manoeuvred her dress around her waist, then lowered her onto his cock. Amy felt the lips of her pussy being touched by his cock, gently being spread, then his cock slipping inside her. She heard him order her to wrap her legs around him. She did instantly. She felt herself being lowered further and further onto Tom’s cock until he was completely buried in her – at least two inches more than her husband…..

Tom had simply watched, His cock was throbbing as he watched his wife wrapped obscenely around the powerful young man.

Tony put his hands around Amy’s ass, the tip of a finger pushing softly at her asshole. He simply lifted her up and down on his cock. She was wet, moaning gently, soon helping by pulling herself up and down with her arms around his neck.

Amy was fucking faster and faster, moaning out loud, then suddenly screaming as her orgasm overwhelmed her, her body shaking, the walls of her pussy pulsating on the giant cock in her. It was too much for Tony – he grunted, thrust hard into her, was filling her with his cum. Then flowing outside the side, dripping to the floor.

At last, Tony and Amy had come down from their high, and Tony lifted Amy off his cock, let her stand on the floor. She stood, but her legs were wobbly – she had never cum like that before…….. Tom had been transfixed, watching his wife being fucked by this muscular man, who he would like to be fucked by as well………………

Tony seemed to have gained confidence. “Okay,” he commanded. “Both of you – on your knees. Lick me clean, make me hard again………….” It was Amy who dropped to her knees first, then Tom. Both together, licking the mixture of Tony’s cum and Amy’s juices from Tony’s cock. Quickly Tony became hard again. Tony pulled them both to their feet.

“Well, I believe you owe me ten dollars – five dollars each.” Tony Smiled. At first Tom and Amy were confused. “Well, I believe the bet was that the one who was sucked first won…… As I’ve been sucked first, then I think I win…… Tom, bend over that table……..” Tom bent over. Tony spoke to Amy gently. “Amy, if you don’t want to watch me fuck your husband, then……………..”

“No, no, I’ll stay. ……………………” Tony turned back to Tom and put his cock to Tom’s ass. He pushed strongly and steadily, and his cock disappeared further and further into Tom’s asshole. Tom struggled to relax as he felt himself owned and taken by this young man. He had never felt anything better, and when Tony’s hand reached around gripped his cock, began to stroke, Tom thought he had gone to heaven……………

Half an hour later the three were dressed, sat on the patio. It was almost as if nothing had happened. Tony was talking gardens, explaining what he had left to do, that it would take another three or four days. He was amazed that Tom and Amy were like adoring children, listening to every word. He wouldn’t disappoint them – he would give them the best garden ever.

Over the next three days Tony did produce the best garden ever. Tom and Amy were delighted. On the Thursday they met to pay Tony the remainder of the bill. It was Amy who spoke. “Tony, um, we loved your work on Sunday. If you want us again, then please come and visit us. “

For Tony, this couple seemed to have broken through the darkness. The dark cloud felt as if it had gone. Tony smiled. “Of course I’ll be visiting again. I believe your daughters are home this weekend – I’ll be here on Saturday to take all four of you……..”

Amy paused. “Please be gentle with them………………”

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It was the year of my 18th birthday. My life long friend, Jena, was planning a party for me at her house. I was excited to be there that morning to help plan and decorate the pool area for my birthday party that night. It was a Saturday, sunny and warm. We had all eaten breakfast together and played tennis earlier. I now stood in the kitchen staring out the window watching while Jena and her mother set up tables by the pool.

Jena’s parents were wonderful. They spent many times at my house playing cards with my parents and Jena would spend the night. We took vacations together and spent hot summers on Jena’s father’s boat.

Jena’s mother, Kay, was slender and blonde just like Jena. She was young at heart, easy to talk to and at times it was hard to remember that she was not one of us teenagers.

Her father, Michael, was tall, dark and muscular. I had always thought he was handsome for a man in his 40’s. He was an architect and had built the house they lived in. I admired his creativity.

I began running warm water in the sink to wash dishes, smiling happily while listening to Jena and her mother talk and giggle from the patio area. I placed the dirty dishes in the sink and squirted dish detergent under the running water. Suds automatically began to mound and I emersed my hands in the slippery softness. Just as I did I felt warm gentle hands caress my shoulders and Michael’s deep manly voice soft in my ear. “You don’t have to do those dishes, you can leave them for later.” His breath was hot and close to my ear sending shivers through me. I instinctively stiffened aware of the sexual tension suddenly hanging heavy in the air.

I knew this man well. Had practically grown up in his house. I remembered the time he taught me to swim. I had been 14 and afraid of the water. His strong arms had held me safe and I now remembered how his hands had felt on my stomach as I learned to tread water. I also remembered those hands cradling my butt when he taught me to float. At the time I had thought that his fingers had slid between my legs by accident but now I was beginning to wonder.

Now Michael’s hands moved down over my arms and squeezed gently. “Happy Birthday” he whispered and kissed my neck. I raised my eyes to see Jena and her mother still on the patio further towards the back yard now hanging lights in the Resim Yükle trees. “I want to give you something special for your birthday,” he said and cupped each of my breast in his hands. He squeezed my nipples through my tennis sweater between his thumbs and forefingers. A wave of pleasure ran through me and I sighed and closed my eyes. I didn’t want him to stop but at the same time I knew we were doing something very forbidden. I felt him press against my back, the hardness of his already erect cock rubbed against my firm tight ass.

I suddenly realized my hands were in the water. I turned off the faucet and began looking for a towel to dry them. My thoughts of a towel were erased as I felt Michael’s hands on my thighs. He slowly slid his hands up my tennis skirt while he nibbled my ear and neck. His breath was coming faster now as he was getting more aroused. I felt his finger tips raise the elastic on the leg of my panties and slide inside. He ran the fingers of one hand over the soft warm fur of my pussy and across my clit. “God, you’re wet” he moaned against my skin.

Laughter from the pool brought me once more to reality and I looked to see where Jena and her mother were. They were still at a distance and busy with their task. I turned slightly in Michael’s arms to look at him. He was looking out the window too. When he felt me turn he looked down at me and our eyes met and locked. I saw the passion there and it took my breath. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked in a whisper, his fingers rubbing my clit. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want.” I looked down at the bulge in his pants and nodded yes, the word was soundless on my lips. With my hand, wet from the dish water, I touched his hard cock through his pants. Gently at first running my hand across the length of it. He exhaled and glanced out the window. My fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezed and he drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes in ecstasy. I continued rubbing his hard cock through the fabric of his pants and he bent to kiss me. Our lips touched slightly at first then Michael’s tongue ran slowly across my lips parting them before entering. My tongue instinctively found his and licked against it feeling the velvety softness of it. He captured mine between his teeth and sucked gently on it. I lost my senses not caring who walked in on us. I wouldn’t have been able to stop, not now. Michael’s fingers were still in my panties rubbing against my clit and sliding in and out of my pussy, I was about to explode. My breath was proof of it and Michael knew it. He suddenly stopped his sweet torture of my pussy and removed his hands from my panties. His hands left me for a moment to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. He pulled them down along with his underwear to his knees. His large erect cock now stood straight out.

I had never seen a man’s cock before and I couldn’t resist touching it. It was smooth, warm and hard in my hand. Michael wrapped his fingers around mine and showed me how he wanted me to hold him. “Like this baby, oh yeah, just like that.” he whispered, his voice deep with passion. “You’re doing so good.”

“God, you’re so big,” I told him. He smiled, “You ever been fucked before?” he asked. “No”, I shook my head. “I’ll show you how.” he said and took my other hand. “Cup my balls like this.” he instructed placing my hand under his balls. I was surprised how soft and smooth the skin was in that area. I could feel my panties getting wetter. “Now stoke my dick a little harder. Oh yeah like that.” His hips began to move back and forth sliding his hard cock through my hand as I massaged his balls with the other. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He let me drive him while his hands held the tail of his shirt up. I started feeling something sticky on my palm and Michael pulled my hand away. “Oooo you gonna make me cum if you keep that up,” he whispered. “Let me play with you a little”. He bent over the sink to see where Jena and her mother were before he came back to me.

He pulled my sweater up over my breast and loosened my bra. He pushed the bra up to expose my nipples and bent his head to suck one. They were hard and throbbing. I felt his hard cock stab my crotch each time he bent to nibble and suck my breast. The sensation was maddening. Sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My pussy ached to be touched. When I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, Michael lifted me to the counter top and pulled off my panties. He pulled my butt to the edge of the counter and leaned me back against the cabinets. He then knelt down on one knee and his head went to my crotch. I didn’t know what he was doing until I felt his tongue dart across my clit. A pleasurable moan escaped my lips as I felt his fingers slide into my wet pussy. His tongue danced little quick steps across my clit stopping now and then long enough for him to suck it and nibble it gently between his teeth. All the while his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy making wet sucking sounds. My hips moved uncontrollably to the rhythm of Michael’s hand. I could feel the beginning of something build inside me, almost like my soul was about to leave my body and I wanted to scream. Michael suddenly stopped what he was doing right when I thought I was surely going to die. He stood and kissed me gently saying, “Shhhh,” against my lips. “We have to be quiet.” he whispered, before looking again out the window. Secure that his wife and daughter were still busy he came back to me.

He kissed me again, passionately running his tongue in and out of my mouth while I sucked on it. He then put his hands on my ass and pulled me almost off the counter. His hard erect cock knew exactly where to go. I felt the pressure of it as it penetrated my tight wet pussy. Michael stopped pushing it in right as the head of his cock disappeared. He kissed me gently and breathed, “This is going to hurt for just a minute and then it will be okay. You ready?’ I nodded yes. “You sure baby? I don’t want to hurt you.” I nodded and whispered yes. With one hard, quick thrust I felt something break and a sharp pain before Michael’s cock filled the emptiness of my pussy. He began to fuck me with steady stokes in and out until the pain of losing my virginity passed. With each powerful thrust of his cock I felt the rising pleasure I had felt before, building in my clit and inside my pussy making my stomach tingle. As silent as we could be, we fucked harder and harder until our orgasms exploded sending waves of tiny electric currents through our bodies. I bit down on Michael’s shoulder to surpress the scream that wanted to escape from me and he held me tight and we rocked together until I felt the last jerk of his cock inside me.

Michael breathed against my neck and said, “Oh that was good, you felt so good, baby.” He kissed me again before helping me off the counter. Handing me my panties he said, “Guess we need to get cleaned up before we get caught.” He smiled then kissed me again and said, “Happy Birthday, Baby.”

Losing my virginity to Michael was the best present I got that year.

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Bobbi shook her chestnut hair loose from the loose bun she wore during work hours before leaving and locking up. Outside the coffee shop, the air felt heavy, oppressive. Ominous black nimbuses blanketed the sky across the horizon blotting out the sinking sun. A flash of lightning in the belly of the clouds, electricity charging the already humid air and Bobbi paused to count the distance till the thunder. She quickened her step wanting to get in before the storm. The fine hairs on her neck prickled with excitement. There would be no need for lights or TV tonight, she would have the best show going on outside her windows when the storm finally hit.

She rounded the corner at the end of the block and slammed to a stop moments before colliding with the woman leaning on the mailbox. Apologies spilled out of her while she back-stepped trying to put safe space between them.

“You’re late.” The strange girl accused. Confusion and fear warred across Bobbi’s face as she tried to remember if there was anyplace she was supposed to be, anyone she was supposed to meet. Her distress worsened as she tried to place the svelte blonde. A long moment passed while she cudgelled her brain trying to think where she knew the blonde from. The puzzlement must have shown on her face because the stern look on the stranger melted into a warm playful smile. Her green eyes flashed with playful mischief and Bobbi gasped.

“You’re the frothy cappuccino with chocolate shavings with extra froth!” Bobbi remembered the viridian eyes, the maroon lips in that impish smile and the tiny flip of her ponytail that had made her blush while fixing the drink.

“And you’re the naughty girl who didn’t give me enough shavings. What shall we do about that?” The blonde stood with arms akimbo pulling her navy silk shirt tight across full breasts. A narrow black nylon strap separated her breasts as it crossed from shoulder to hip, a messenger bag of some sort along her back. Bobbi tried to look away and caught the glint of silver at the girl’s neckline, a slim chain that disappeared into the vee of her collar, into the soft rising chest. Black leggings gave way to cute black flats.

“Well, I’m waiting.”

“Huh?” Bobbi had no answer, no idea what the girl was waiting for. She wasn’t at work. What could she do to help her here?

“My shavings? I think something is in order here to fix this.”

Bobbi stammered a moment, unsure what she should do or say, “if you want, you can have one of our staff make you a new one more to your liking. We’ll pick up the tab.”

The blonde smiled then and Bobbi exhaled, glad she had chosen the right words. Tension flooded from her shoulders as she nodded and prepared to continue on her way when the blonde spoke. “I have a better idea!” A flash of lightning followed by a boom of thunder made Bobbi shudder. In that sudden flash she saw a smile slip across the blonde’s face. Fat warm drops of rain kissed each woman’s cheek, forehead and jawline before the sky opened up and poured forth.

Bobbi ignored the shudder, the shiver that was both excitement and terror as she ran for the cover of her apartment building. She fumbled for her key and pressed into the building before the deluge got worse. The door swung shut behind her and she strode across the foyer to the elevator as it slid open. She stepped in and pressed the button for her floor, turned around and leaned back on the car’s far wall. She closed her eyes and let the sigh escape. A sudden ding of the doors and they reopened. Standing there arms akimbo, flashing green eyes and mischief smile the blonde asked, “Room in here for one more?”

She stepped in, the jaws of the elevator doors slid shut behind her. The car began to move upwards and she pressed Bobbi back against the wall with her body. She pinned Bobbi’s arms behind her, stepped one leg between her two and pushed her thigh up against Bobbi’s crotch. The blonde leaned in brushing her lips across Bobbi’s left ear, she whispered, “Not a sound or you get the red rubber ball.”

“Wha–“

“Uhn-unh. No sound. I have no problem giving you the ball.” Matter of fact, no threat, no malice. Bobbi struggled in the blonde’s grip. She couldn’t decide between the fear she knew she should feel and the excitement of possibility. Thunder boomed as another jag of electricity ripped across the unseen skies outside. A quiver ran through her belly. The blonde backed up a step when the elevator doors opened, a tall elderly man stepped in.

Bobbi smiled and nodded at Mr. Thompson, probably the oldest person she knew in the building. He smiled back and winked at the blonde. “Quite the storm, ladies. You want to be out of this elevator in case the power goes off.” He pushed the button for his floor and stepped away a polite distance. If he noticed the girls holding hands, he never acknowledged it.

Seconds ticked by like years before the elevator opened on Bobbi’s floor. She waved shyly at him as the blonde led her comment backlink down the hall. As the doors closed again, she caught Mr. Thompson winking and smiling, shooing them off to their private adventures. A squeeze on her left hand brought her attention back to the hall, the blonde a half step ahead of her and the pending doom that she was sure was coming. She won’t kill me, Bobbi thought. She won’t hurt me. Silently, she repeated the mantra to herself when she felt a tug telling her to speed up.

“That was very good, naughty girl. You deserve a reward. Where is your suite?” She slowed, letting Bobbi take the lead. Instead of following in step, she stopped, pulled Bobbi back around and steered her backwards to the nearest wall. Quick small hands pinned her against the panelled wall. Again, the blonde stepped in close one leg between Bobbi’s and breathed hot on her collarbone. A gasp escaped Bobbi. She bit back the whimper in her throat. Heat blossomed in her cheeks as she felt warm lips along her neck. A tingle ran down through her body, a lightning strike of excitement that touched all her nerves at once.

And just as suddenly, the blonde pulled away and pushed Bobbi forward aiming her down the hall. She stumbled the first step, her knees unwilling to support her. She knew she was wet, or going to be soon. Fear faded to the background as she fished again for her keys with one hand, the other tethered to the blonde still. When she got to her door, her hand shook as she tried to get the key in the lock. She took a deep breath to still the tremor and tried again. Unbidden, a gentle but firm hand reached and held her steady, aiming the key home. A snick of the deadbolt, a turn of the handle and they were inside the apartment, the door closed shut with finality. Bobbi felt her breath quicken as she reached for the light switch. That same confident hand that guided the key stayed her wrist against the switch, keeping the two in darkness. She felt the woman press into her, breasts pushing against hers, pinning her to the wall. A throaty whisper in her right ear, “Aren’t you going to welcome me in?”

A note of terror crept into Bobbi’s voice as she stammered, “Welcome, make yourself at home.” A flash from outside caught her guest’s face for a moment. She saw that smile again and icy fear locked her body. The blonde edged closer to her, near enough to kiss and pressed a finger against Bobbi’s lips.

“Why are you such a bad girl? One would think you wanted that red ball.” Her other hand rummaged in a pocket of the pack behind her. “Turn around.” it was a command, polite as “pass the sugar, please” but brooking no other response.

Bobbi’s heart raced. Fear poked icy fingers in her belly again, but she turned, afraid of what might happen. A second later, the other girl pushed her weight into Bobbi. First one knee then the other intruded between her legs driving them apart. One hand snaked spread fingers up along her neck into her hairline. The fingers curled around her dark hair and pulled her head back from the wall. “Open wide.” Quiet, not a whisper, a demand, simple and polite. Bobbi wanted to protest, to scream, to agree, to moan but said nothing afraid she had been wrong after all. Something jammed against her lips, pushed her jaws apart with insistence. The blonde invaded her mouth with the foreign thing, moved with deft fingers, pulling a short nylon strap around behind her head, cinching with a longer strap.

“Too tight?” Polite again, caring even as fingers tried to slip between cheek and strap.

Musk invaded Bobbi’s nose, a salty scent wild with promise. Her tongue pushed back against the ball between her teeth tasting what must be the blonde’s juices. The heady combination pulled back on the fear pulsing through her. She tried to respond, but even the whimper died, giving way to a moan, inarticulate and low. Hands gripped her, spun her and slammed her back into the wall away from the door, away from the lights and pinned her arms up and behind her head. No pain, but moving them proved fruitless. Outside the window of her living room, Bobbi watched helpless as the rain streamed long rivers down the panes. The rumble of thunder vibrated through her body while lightning crackled across the sky. Her captor sidled up close and pressed a hand between her legs, feeling the warmth, the wet. Unconsciously, Bobbi pushed her hips against the hand. Terror fought with her desire, no idea which would win.

“Good.” The slim blonde smiled that wolf’s grin again and caressed Bobbi’s cheek. Bobbi struggled against the blonde, her arms “Shall we begin?”

“Now, the way I see it, you have a couple of choices here.” In the dark, Bobbi felt cool fingers trace long lines down her cheek, along her jaw to her chin. A press on the ball gag in her mouth as the blonde leaned in kissing it, using the ball like her own tongue and nudging it deeper into Bobbi’s mouth. The fingers trailed down her neck, caressed comment backlink Botu her collarbone and fluttered briefly with her shirt collar. Bobbi felt the tug as the top button came undone, hot breath on her skin as the blonde tasted the top of the valley between her breasts. Fingers teased at the next button for a moment before prising it open.

Casual voice, sweetness in the tone, brazen dare in the words, “You can suffer through what’s about to happen in the dark, with a blindfold on or you can watch helpless and silent. Either way –” a pause as she tweaked Bobbi’s nipple through her bra, enjoying the hardening pebble she felt there. She continued, “either way, I will have to tie you up. It can’t be avoided.”

Bobbi whimpered and shook her head.

“What? You don’t want to be tied up? I can’t do this otherwise, someone might get hurt.

Again, Bobbi shook her head, arched her back this time and strained her arms, trying to pull a hand free while the blonde tugged her shirt out of her pants. She tried to speak, futile with the ball gag so tight in her mouth.

“I’m sorry, naughty miss. I can’t understand a word you’re saying. You want the blindfold?”

Bobbi shook her head again, emphatic, eyes wide in fear.

“Are you sure? You really want to watch what I’m about to do to you? Maybe you mean you want me to leave you untied?”

She took a chance in the darkness, pleaded with her eyes, hoping the girl would understand not to bind her. Fate allowed a flash of light from the storm and she prayed the look had been seen and understood.

“That’s settled, then.” The blonde drew a long “S” down the length of Bobbi’s belly, circling her navel twice before continuing to the waist of her pants. “You can watch.”

The deft hands unclasped her belt, undid her pants and let them drop to the floor. Bobbi squirmed against this new vulnerability. Her feet trapped in the puddle of pants, shoes still on, she felt the coolness of the wall on her bare ass.

She heard a low coo from her captor as the free hand slid over her hips, caressing and assessing her discoveries. “Mmm, a commando girl. You really are naughty. I approve.” A pause in the voice, but Bobbi heard a purr, a hint of content from her captor. “Oh and look!” A gentle tug on her pubic hair and Bobbi squealed with surprise.

The blonde slid her nails back up Bobbi’s torso, tickling her ribs in passing. Goose-flesh rose in the wake of the nails, a shiver quivered up her spine. The fingers drew an invisible line along the underside of her bra around to the front. With a practiced snap, the cups dropped revealing smooth white skin, pebbly hard pink nipples and a shadowy tribal butterfly tattoo that appeared to be landing on one of them. “Lucky butterfly. Tell me you have more such surprises, naughty girl. Any secret piercings?”

Bobbi whimpered trying to relax. Slow desire melted the icy fear in her belly, it’s heat spreading out changing the tension in her. Her guest sensed this, tasted it with her free hand as she kissed a wing on the tattoo.

“We need a chair, a towel and maybe some water. Are you thirsty?”

She nodded with enthusiasm, hoping water meant the ball gag would go away. She heard a low chuckle as she was manoeuvred to the black leather couch under the main window. The storm outside had picked up in intensity. The electricity in the air charged Bobbi’s fine arm hair. Anticipation an anxiety made her nerves sizzle again wondering what was going to happen next. The girl held her from behind, a loose armlock meant to restrain bu not hurt Bobbi. She teetered a moment as she pulled her feet clear of the puddle of pants at her ankles. The heels of her black loafers caught for a second in the cuff. The blonde stepped on the pant-leg so she could kick free the shoe and pants. The other came out easily and she toed the shoe off. Several infant steps across the cool hardwood they faced the couch. Bobbi began to turn, want to sit, hoping for a reprieve.

“Uh-uh-uh. Not so fast.” The girl steered the two of them to one end of the couch and she kneed the furniture around slowly, awkward because of her passenger. The two of the nearly fell when the sofa slid around abruptly. She re-balanced Bobbi and they straightened up. “Sorry, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Bobbi felt the girl behind her rummage for a second or three, looking for something in her pack. A long black tie snaked into her periphery and she tensed. Despite the muffle, she squeaked uncertain where things were going.

“I did say I need to tie you up, naughty girl. You need to promise to sit still while I raid your kitchen. Can you do that?” The dangling bra slid off her arms in turn. Agile hands wrapped both of Bobbi’s in an intricate knot behind her back. She tried the bonds; they were secure, but not tight. She felt comfortable yet helpless. Her captor stepped in front of her, stepped her to the center of the sofa and eased comment backlink Programı her back. Leather crinkled under her weight. It stuck to her bare skin, slick with a fine sweat as she shifted, trying to find ease.

In her ear, from behind Bobbi heard a husky warning. “Stay put. I will find you if you try to hide.” A moment later, she heard running water and the sounds of cupboards being opened and closed. More sounds, a pot or bowl being filled a clatter of utensils, a sudden “Fuck, that’s hot!” and more shuffling. Bobbi looked about wildly into the shadows, praying for an answer, an escape to present itself. Maybe the blindfold would have been better. The hints of things outside of her line of sight made her edgy. She shifted again and jolted in her seat when lightning flashed and boomed right in front of her, the windows rattling with concussion.

A second flash and the girl with the ponytail stood in from of her, a silhouette holding two candles and a small bowl of water. Over one shoulder she noted a towel from her cabinet, light against the dark outline of her silk shirt. She hooked an end table with her toes and pulled in closer. She settled the bowl and candles on it. The work of two moments lit each candle and yellow flames danced on either side of the bowl. Light danced on the surface. She swung the small bag around and over her shoulder, dangling it to the floor with a dull thud. The girl crouched down and fished through the contents and pulled out several objects: a leather strap, a small bar of soap, a fluffy cloth , a canister of shaving cream and a straight razor. She arranged the items in orderly fashion on the end table, a surgeon laying out her instruments. She snicked the blade open and stropped it several times on the leather before setting it in place beside the bowl.

“A good girl would promise not to dribble and drip all over the place, but I know you aren’t a good girl.” She knelt in front of Bobbi and with a tender touch eased her knees apart enough that she could edge between them. Bobbi watched as the girl unfurled the towel off her shoulder. Holding it by two corners, she reached under Bobbi and pushed along the sofa, forcing her to lift her hips. In one deft movement, half the towel under slid under her. In that same moment Bobbi thrilled and arched her back. A moan escaped her while she looked down at the ponytail, feeling hot lips and a tongue on her patch of brunette hair tasting her, licking her, breathing in her scent. “Mmmmm, maybe you are a good girl. You do smell good.”

“First, you’re going to have to wash this, get it ready. I know, you’re a little tied up right now. I can help. Here, hold this –” A silver chain cascaded from her hand and she pulled it out to it’s full length between both. She leaned up towards Bobbi, one hand to either side of her neck. Bobbi shuffled forward, leaning as best she could to help. A sudden crack of thunder and lightning jagged past the window and Bobbi gave a small yelp of pain. Instead of reaching around behind Bobbi’s neck, the girl had stopped as far as her chest and clamped little gator clips to each nipple. The silver chain hung in a long “U” to just above her navel. The girl smiled sweet and innocent up at the shock on Bobbi’s face. “It fit’s you perfectly. You’d swear it was made for you.” she tugged gently on the chain and her captive moaned, writhing a bit. “Just right.” She sounded pleased with herself.

The girl settled back on her heels and rolled up her sleeves. She dipped the cloth into the water. With gentle, ceremonious hands she began to wash the patch of hair in front of her, teasing the already damp bits with little pulls, soaking the entire area with warm water. She winced at the first touch of the hot cloth not expecting it despite the sounds she had heard earlier. “Sorry”, the girl apologized, “your water ran warmer than I thought.” For solace, she rubbed gently over the tender area with a feather touch from her finger, smoothing away the discomfort all the while. Bobbi’s hips rolled with the touch, following it as long as she could.

Once she felt satisfied the tuft was wet where she wanted, as much she wanted, she sprayed a mound of shaving cream into her hand and lathered her captive like icing on a small personal cake. She rinsed her hands in the bowl and continued as if this were a spa day and her most recent client had requested a special waxing treatment. “Ordinarily, one does this with a regular razor, but this is special. Remember about the extra shavings and extra froth?”

Bobbi moaned at the memory, the double entendre she had ignored at the time thinking about something just like this. She edged her hips a little closer, tried to lift them a little higher for her barber.

Her shaver reached up and tugged the chain a little harder than before and looked up at Bobbi, serious and stern all hints of play gone from her voice. “Sit still damn it! This isn’t going to hurt, but if you keep wiggling someone will get hurt. Now, do I have your full attention?”

She nodded at the girl with the ponytail, made understanding sounds behind the gag and tried to settle back. All her nerves jangled, each wanting something to happen, something dangerous, something sensual, something totally out of her control.

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Gunner crosses the Rubicon and gets his Flyboy.

This chapter continues the sexual journey of Gunner. For background on him and the Broken Spur Saloon, probably best to go back to the beginning where he hooks up with Ashley. Chase (the hot fighter pilot) comes into the picture in Chapter 2 where Gunner gets his bi on during a three-way with him and Ashley.

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I sat alone at the bar of the Spur nursing a beer and tequila shot and feeling a little sorry for myself. It’d been six weeks since my three-way with Ashley and Chase and it pretty much ended the way I had predicted it would. I hadn’t spoken to her since and I knew I wasn’t going to once she stopped responding to my text messages altogether.

I had done Ashley’s bidding and set up a three-way with my friend Chase, only to be kicked to the curb along with her promise of reciprocating with one of her hot friends. I didn’t care so much about that, but I was pretty well convinced that my friendship with Chase had become collateral damage since I hadn’t seen him at the gym or heard from him either.

The ménage à trois was without a doubt the most erotically-charged sexual experience of my life and that day was also a turning point for me. I’ve fantasized about him and replayed the events non-stop in my head since that day. It had started (innocently enough) with me testing the waters to see if Chase was interested in a three-way and quickly escalated to me taking pictures of his hard cock as I held it in my hand in the men’s room here at the Spur. It ended with me sucking his beautiful dick and wanting him in every other conceivable way.

I knew I was bisexual going into it, now I’m not so sure that this wasn’t some sort of transformation or awakening for me. And what is it about Chase that has me so enraptured? I’ve really never been that attracted to guys in a sexual way but when I saw his naked 5-feet and 8-inches of galvanized steel of a body and his outsized penis in the shower that day, something tripped my trigger.

Chase is not only beautiful, but he’s one cool customer and carries himself with the cocksure manner and swagger that comes with flying one of the most advanced fighter jets on the planet. I’m not sure if I was falling in love with him or just lusting for him but I had been masturbating nonstop just daydreaming about being with him again.

I didn’t have his phone number so it’s not like I could reach out to him. I’d been coming to the Spur every weekend on the off chance I might run into him here but had struck out, so I just figured that he and Ashley were probably seeing each other now and that was that. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Well I’ll be a sum-bitch,” the unmistakable voice behind me declared.

I turned in time to see Chase walking up with a big ol’ shit-eating grin on his face as he pulled his aviators off and wiped the sweat from his face.

“I was out for a ride and was hoping I might find you slummin’ here on a Saturday afternoon,” he said as I stood up and gave him a bro hug and back-slap.

“Man, it’s great to see you Chase.” I said, genuinely surprised and thrilled to see him again. “I was wondering if I’d ever see you again since you haven’t been to the gym and all.”

“Turns out there’s a reason for that,” he started explaining as he took a seat at the bar stool next to mine.

Just then the bartender came sauntering up to us.

“Well, well, well, if it ain’t the cocky fighter jock,” she said with a smile.

“It’s good to see you too,” Chase replied, his big toothy grin still plastered to his face.

“Where’ve you been hiding?”

“Well Ruthie, you see, it’s classified. If I told you I’d have to kill you,” Chase responded jokingly with a smug look on his face.

“Yeah, okay Mustang. What can I get you?”

Chase glanced over at me and said, “I’ll have whatever he’s having and bring another for my good buddy Gunner.”

Ruthie rolled her eyes. “Geez, don’t any of you guys have normal names? Two beers and two shots coming up.”

After she’d turned to get the drinks, Chase leaned towards me with his hand on my shoulder and said in a lowered tone, “She’s the bitch that shot me down that last time we were here.”

“Ah, got it,” I said remembering what he’d told me.

“So, as I was saying, the day after that little soiree with you and your hot little friend Ashley, I got orders to deploy to the big sand box and I just got back yesterday.”

I knew better than to ask him any details about whatever mission he had been sent on.

“Well, welcome back Mustang,” I said, emphasizing his call-sign.

“Awright, cut it out.” He snorted.

Ruthie came back and put the shots and beers down in front of us. Chase was about to slide his credit card across the bar before I stopped him.

“Cash only Mustang,” I reminded him, tossing a twenty I’d fished from my pocket onto the bar.

Ruthie reached to pick it up, saying, “Thanks, uh…,” before Chase cut her off.

“Ruthie, Picture upload this is Gunner…and that’s his real name,” he said, startling me by putting his hand on my knee and squeezing it, “Gunner, meet Ruthie…she’s Annie’s niece,” he said referring to the proprietor of the Spur.

“Nice to meet you Gunner,” Ruthie said, extending her hand towards mine to shake it. “I’ll just get your change,” she said, turning to the open cash drawer behind her.

“Keep it,” I told her.

She stopped and turned back to me flashing her pretty smile and was about to say something when Chase quickly raised his shot glass and interrupted her before she could speak.

“Cheers my friend!” he said raising his glass.

“Salud!” I replied, clinking my glass with his and then we both downed the shot of Patrón, the liquid warming my throat.

Ruthie just stood there smiling and shaking her head.

Grabbing his beer, his hand moved to the inside of my thigh stopping just short of my crotch, patting it as he rose up off his bar stool.

“C’mon, let’s go out back and enjoy the last of the sun.”

“I’ll come check on y’all in a bit,” Ruthie said as I glanced back and saw her eyes fixated on Chase’s firm ass as he sashayed towards the back patio.

“Dude, I think she wants you,” I said to him after we got outside.

“Yeah well, she had her chance,” he said taking a swig of beer.

We sat down in a couple of chairs at the far back of the otherwise empty patio to enjoy the late afternoon sun.

“Cheers again,” he said, extending his beer bottle to meet mine, “I missed you while I was out playing in the big sandbox.”

“Yeah? What’d you miss about me?” I asked, taking a bit of a chance.

“Well, I’ve missed seeing you at the gym…and you seeing me,” he said looking at me with an arched eyebrow. I didn’t miss the innuendo he’d just thrown out.

“Hmm, yeah? Well I’ve missed seeing you too,” I replied with a smile. “What else?”

“Truthfully? I keep thinking about that last night with you, me and Ashley. That was so amazing.”

“Mmm, I know…me too. So, what’s going on between you two?”

“Nada. She gave me her number before I left but I threw it away.” Chase said nonchalantly.

That surprised me. “Why’d you do that? I figured you two were probably fuck buddies now.”

“Oh, hell no. I had a lot of time to think about things while I was gone. Honestly, the best part about that night was my dick in your mouth,” he said, taking another drink of his beer.

I just sat there slack-jawed and dumbfounded as I stared at him, my cock stiffening in my jeans. I finally managed a wry smile.

“Which time?”

“Uh…all of them,” he said laughing.

“Mmm, yeah, that was pretty hot,” I admitted, thinking back on that night.

“But I have to confess, I was a little bit jealous when Ashley used her strap-on on you. I wanted so badly for that to be me.”

I unconsciously rubbed the growing lump in my pants when he said that.

“Is it just me or is this conversation having the same effect on you?” I asked.

It was then that Chase dropped his hand to his lap and began tracing the visible outline of his massive erection up and down through his jeans with his thumb and forefinger as he stared at me with a lewd look on his face. I reflexively licked my lips as I looked on with awe at the impression of his sheathed weapon.

Chase looked around and deciding it was safe, he undid the top couple of buttons of his 501’s and fished out the first few inches of his cock, the prominent head appearing like a German soldier poking his helmet out of his foxhole.

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten off and I’m horny as hell,” he stated matter-of-factly, squeezing the precum from the slit of his glans.

I quickly glanced around at the patio area. It was surrounded by some large old trees, a few with trunks that could easily hide someone behind them. Beyond the trees was a sand volleyball court and just past that was a barbed-wire fence that separated the Spur from the great beyond and then a whole lotta nothing. The only way anyone would see anything is if they walked right up on you.

“Follow me,” I said as I quickly jumped up and headed for the tree-line.

Chase was right behind me and when we ducked behind the biggest tree and kicked away a couple of tumbleweeds, he immediately grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep embrace. It was intense as his tongue furiously probed my mouth and I responded in-kind as we passionately French-kissed one another.

We hadn’t kissed at all the night of the three-way but here he was making out with me like he might greet his lover after returning from war. As he forced his tongue deeper into my mouth the irony was not lost on me that maybe this is exactly what that was.

I was pressed between him and the rough bark of the tree trunk as my hands dropped to his firm butt images upload and I pulled him in tight until I could feel the tip of his hard cock poking me in the abdomen. He had unbuttoned his jeans all the way so I was able to easily slip my hands inside and cup his bare ass cheeks, pleased to discover he was going commando.

Chase released his lips from mine long enough to whisper in my ear. “Please Gunner, take me in your mouth. I know you want to.”

Damn right I wanted to as I spun him around so that he was up against the tree and I peeked around the tree one more time to make sure the coast was clear. Then I dropped to my knees pulling his jeans down as I went. His big fat prick was fully hard as I took it in my fist. I leaned in to take in his manly scent, the musky odor of sweat permeated around his balls from his motorcycle ride in the afternoon heat.

As I held his meaty cock up, I dove in with my tongue and began licking underneath his scrotum, tasting his tanginess. I gently sucked one of his balls in my mouth and lovingly bathed it with my warm saliva before taking the other in. I could feel Chase purr from deep in his chest as I licked and sucked his testicles, knowing they held his pent-up magic elixir and I was determined to drain him of every last drop.

Chase finally couldn’t take any more as he gently pushed me away from his balls. I was panting as I sat back on my haunches, the drool dripping off his sac and from the corners of my mouth as he took his shaft in his hand and guided the head towards my lips. I opened wide as he glided the dripping glans inside and it slid past the tip of my tongue, the spiciness of his precum coating my taste buds.

As I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and tasted him, my hand fondled his wet balls as I felt their fullness. His hands went to the sides of my head as he began to push more of his veiny shaft into my mouth. He started sliding it in and out of my mouth in short strokes, my lips never releasing the huge head as he started to fuck my face, his length probing deeper into my mouth in a press-to-test of my throat.

“Yeah, that’s it Gunner. Take that big ol’ dick,” he grunted as he tried pushing more of his dick into my gullet.

“Mmmmm…,” I moaned as his thick tube steak stretched my lips.

I wanted so much to take his entire shaft down to his soft pubes but I know that my ability isn’t quite there yet. But I still allowed him to fuck my mouth, my fist on the base of his shaft serving as the limit switch for my throat. His hips made a fluid bucking motion as his cock rocketed in and out of my mouth like a piston. As Chase thrust faster, I knew he was as eager for release as I was to taste his fluid.

His breathing picked up as his prick slid in and out of my mouth, pushing my saliva out of the corners of my mouth each time he pushed in, the drool now dripping onto my tee shirt and pant legs. I was a cock-sucking whore now, anxious to show this man what I could do with my mouth. I let go of his shaft and held his hips as Chase relentlessly pummeled my mouth and throat, his massive balls banging off my chin.

I finally felt his legs stiffen and he started to push my head off his dick but I was having none of that. My hands went to his firm ass cheeks and I held him in my mouth. Still his cock was only halfway in when he started erupting, filling my mouth with his hot, salty semen. I let his seed slide into my throat as I furiously gulped to keep up with the onslaught.

His dick kept spasming, each time sending a jet of his warm cum into my mouth, the goo sliding down my throat to my stomach. I was determined to take every last drop of him as I kept swallowing but Chase must have been saving it up for quite a while because his huge load quickly overwhelmed my inexperienced mouth and I started to gag on the sheer volume.

Needing air, I pulled off his cock and immediately regretted the move. With his dick gone, it created a vacuum in my mouth and I felt a large glob of his man yogurt slide over my lips. I tried to catch it with my hand but it was a little like watching a train wreck in slow-motion as it careened down the front of my black shirt, leaving an ominous trail until the bulk of it splattered on the front of my pants.

I looked down briefly, chagrined like a kid who’d just lost the second scoop off the top of his ice cream cone. I smiled as I took his penis back in my mouth and licked the last droplets of his sweet juice from the cockhead. When I looked up, Chase was looking down at me smiling.

“Man, I’ve missed those sweet lips of yours. I told you it’d been awhile.”

I stood up wiping my lips off with my hand and took one look at my shirt and pants.

Chase saw the carnage and laughed. “Damn Gunner, it looks like you got strafed by a giant pterodactyl!”

That made me laugh as I tried to scoop up and salvage some of the larger dollops of his semen. He buttoned up his pants as we turned and walked back to our chairs.

As we sat down, Ruthie suddenly appeared from inside the bar with more beers and shots.

“Here you go boys,” she smiled, putting the bottles and shot glasses on the table in front of us.

Then she looked at me and winked, “I thought you might need a double-shot to wash that down. I mean, that’s what I would want anyway.”

I think she must have seen the stunned look on both our faces.

“What? You think you’re the first ones to do that behind that big ol’ tree?” she said with a smile and a hint of incredulity in her voice as she nodded her head in the direction of the big oak.

As she turned to go back inside, she looked back at me and smirked. “I’ll bring you a bar towel to wipe off that bird shit.”

We both busted out laughing at that one.

Chase raised his shot glass to mine and we clinked them together again.

“Thanks Gunner. That was incredible.”

“I’ll say,” I replied as I slowly sipped the Reposado, the hints of citrus and honey from the barrel-aged tequila pairing nicely with Chase’s nectar. “The best things in life are meant to be savored,” I added, smiling back at him.

After a long pause in the late afternoon sun, I finally had to ask the question.

“Chase, what did you mean earlier when you said you felt a little jealous when Ashley used the strap-on on me?”

He looked at me pensively for a couple of seconds before answering.

“Well, I was incredibly turned on watching her fuck your tight little ass and I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel to be inside you like that…for me and for you.”

Just hearing him say the words sent shudders through my body and I thought I might cum in my jeans right then. “Um, I’m willing if you are.”

“Okay, then it’s settled. You’re coming back to my place with me,” Chase asserted.

Ruthie reappeared from inside the bar and walked up and tossed me a wet bar rag.

“And just so you guys know, I wasn’t spying on you. I came out to see if you were ready for another round and didn’t see you. When I heard some noises, I looked around and saw you behind the tree. Gotta say, it was pretty hot,” she acknowledged with a raised eyebrow.

Then she turned and headed back inside.

“Maybe future three-way material?” Chase suggested with a laugh.

“Hmm, you never know.”

The sun was setting, casting long shadows on the backside of the Spur as we finished off our beers.

“You want another one?” I asked Chase.

“Naw. What do you say we head over to my place? I picked up a couple of steaks and some beer this morning and we can fire up the grill.”

“Ah, so it sounds like you were planning on this little meet-up today it seems.”

“Like I said, I was hoping I might find you out here… c’mon, let’s pull chocks and head out,” he said, rising from his seat.

Chase stopped by the bar to pay the tab, suddenly remembering he had no cash. He looked at me and shrugged as I pulled another $20 out for Ruthie. When she came back with my change, she put it on the bar along with a piece of paper with what was obviously her phone number written down.

Sliding it across the bar to Chase she told him, “Okay Mustang, let’s just say that I’m now officially intrigued.”

He smiled and picked up the piece of paper and looked at it briefly. Shaking his head slightly, he just grinned and stuffed the paper into the front pocket of his jeans and turned and headed for the exit.

As we went outside, I couldn’t help but ask, “So what was that all about?”

“Well, apparently the last time we were here Annie had told Ruthie about my, um, particular set of skills with this,” he said as he grabbed his package for effect. “I asked her if she was intrigued enough to find out for herself. Well you know how that turned out for me.”

“So, you going to take her up on it?”

“Tell you what, how about you try it out first and if you’re satisfied then you can tell her all about it,” Chase said with a grin.

“Sounds like a deal!” I replied excitedly.

The trip to Chase’s place was only about a 20-minute trek back into town with me doing everything I could to stay up with him on his Ducati. Thankfully he made it quick since my erect cock and full balls were starting to feel painful.

As soon as we got inside the front door, Chase threw his keys on a table and turned and rammed his tongue into my mouth again. I felt his hands on my ass as he pulled me into him, our hard cocks rubbing through the denim layers as our tongues explored each other’s mouth.

When he broke the kiss, he looked into my eyes and said, “I think I’m going to enjoy tonight.”

He broke off the embrace and started towards the kitchen. “Beer?”

“You bet,” I answered as I walked into his living room.

“Make yourself at home,” he yelled from the other room.

As I looked around, Chase’s house was definitely a bachelor pad with the obligatory leather sofas and big screen TV. He had lots of Air Force memorabilia around: an I Love Me wall held his academy diploma, a bunch of photos of him and his flying machines, framed citations for medals he earned and other highlights from his career.

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The sensation was overwhelming as his cock entered a pussy for the very first time. Delightful flashes of tingles that coursed through his body, his attention focused on the warm wet feeling of her lips surrounding his cock. Her lips gave way slowly, a gentle thrust separating them, the moisture leaking as they parted giving him entrance. The warm sheath lubricating his cock, dragging up the skin, pulling on it gently felt unlike anything he had every felt. Reversing, his cock pulling on the lips, gathering more of her moisture, the lips extending, lubricating more of his cock for the return slide back into her. His entrance deeper with the second thrust, his cock feeling the moisture as it spread along his shaft. The feeling as he hit the hymen, an encompassing softness and increased pressure surrounding the head of his hardness, the back pressure on the head of his cock as the hymen bowed inwards under his slow but relentless attack created intense sensation that flowed from his cock to all reaches of his body. He hesitated, reared up on his arms and looked down at her, a quizzical look on his face.

She had a frown of concentration, a distant inward gaze as she concentrated on feeling the fullness she had never felt before, the slight pressure as the dull head of his engorged cock pressed against her hymen.

“I’m ready… Go ahead.”

He pressed forward slowly. She felt the burning sharp pain of the hymen slowly tearing.

“Do it… do it quickly, please.”

He thrust forward sharply and was rewarded with the feeling of being fully one with this woman, as she grunted with the sharp burst of pain in her loins. He held still, deep within her, whispering in her ear… “are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

Her breathing was fast and shallow as she felt her inner walls absorbing his shaft. The sharp pain dulling to an ache, but being slowly overcome by a heavenly feeling of fullness, the tingles from his pubic bone pressing against her clit increasing as his body moved subtly with each of his deep breaths.

He could feel her entire body beneath him, her legs spread wide to accept him, her nipples, hard, pressing against his chest, her flat stomach against his, her sparse pubic hair blending with his. She held him with her arms wrapped tightly around her neck, her body feeling his vibrations as he struggled to remain still.

“Its ok… I’m fine.”

John’s hips pulled back slowly, his gaze still concentrated on her face, looking for any signs of pain, he stopped again with the head of his cock placed just in the entrance of her pussy, watching the slight grimace as the crown of his cock crossed the plain where her hymen had so recently been attached. The struggle to remain still was the hardest battle he had ever engaged as the sensations of his cock sliding so freely in the tight warm and wet sheath that her pussy provided. The desire to slide in again was almost impossible to fight. His balls pulled up tightly to his body, his cock amazingly hard in its efforts to spew his seed inside this wonderful refuge.

“uhh! Ohh… You feel so good Libby… so very good…” and he let his hips fall, feeling the most amazing sensation of his 18 year old life. The gentle tugging of the skin over the entire surface of his cock, wonderfully lubricated, was so far ahead of the sensation he got when he stroked his own cock in his masturbatory efforts. His body was focused on the feelings emanating from his cock, his legs twitching in response to the bursts of pleasure coursing through his body, every muscle taut, still trying to overcome the instinct to repeatedly plunge his cock into her, fast, hard and repetitively.

“John… Fuck me… please…” Libby’s breathing was still labored and she still felt the slight burning pain when the crown of his cock passed over her most tender area. While the pleasure was building the slight pain kept it from becoming the level of pleasure that signaled her orgasm. John thrust harder into her, gaining slightly more depth, forcing her air out of her almost explosively. John felt the onset of the rush of sensation, the absolute tightening of his balls, the tense vibration of every muscle as he thrust into Libby again and again, her moaning had taken on a different timbre.

“shit… Libby… I uh… I’m going… going to… I can’t stop… it…” Libby wrapped her legs around John and pulled him close to her as he thrust deep inside her. She could feel his cock grow slightly and felt as John’s body burst with each shot deep within her depths. John pulled back and thrust deeply into her again and Libby felt a deep sensation as the crown of his cock rubbed her G spot followed almost instantly by a shower of sparks as his pubic bone pressed against her clit, the friction more intense as his body twitched with each orgasmic flutter.

The feelings that John was feeling were almost indescribable. The rush as his cum raced up the hard shaft of his cock, the warmth as he was fully encased in her pussy, the slight fluttering as he held his cock deep within her, his cum bursting forth from his Cami Halısı cock, he felt as if his entire being was deposited through his cock deeply into his girlfriend. The current of pleasure that flowed through his body built him up to a tenseness unlike anything he had ever felt, His muscles had the feeling one gets after a good massage, the relaxation, the warm glow that flowed through his body.

As he caught his breath again he raised up on his arms and looked down at Libby, the level of emotion was deeper than anything he had ever felt. He never would’ve imagined over the years that he would ever be in this position. His past with Libby was long and checkered.

John had always had a crush on Libby, since he met her on the first day of high school. He enjoyed talking to her at the parties, on the phone like they had over the years. Then as graduation approached John had a growing fear that he would lose touch with her forever. Their friendship had grown and waned several times over the years, and John could never figure out why. He knew that he found Libby attractive, he always enjoyed her company, but she had gone through phases where she became distant. It wasn’t in John’s nature to push, so he just let her go her way.

They were just starting to rediscover each other in the waning months of their senior year, John had gotten a coy happy birthday from Libby, surprising him that she remembered. Like all men with all women, he only knew her birthday was somewhere between January and December. Although John watched Libby from afar they really hadn’t socialized together since mid way through 11th grade. John had watched Libby suffer through several failed relationships, including a particularly rough one that ended a couple of months ago.

The last time he had talked to Libby was when he ran into her at the local soda shop. The students congregated there after school to trade war stories from the day, to eat a quick burger before after school sports, and to pair off occasionally, budding high school romances blossomed, flared and crashed, some in an afternoon, some over a period of months, most somewhere in between.

Libby had been sitting in a booth with Kelly, a friend of hers and had called him over to sit with them as he walked in the door. John was happy to see her smiling face as he slid into the booth. They had chatted about the day, who was falling for whom, which teacher was the total ass of the day, the normal trials and tribulations of an average American high school student.

“So, John, I read an article in Cosmo the other day that said all guys masturbate, is that true?” This from Kelly, completely out of the blue.

“Say what?” John looked wide eyed at Kelly in disbelief. Yes John masturbated, Cosmo was probably pretty correct, at least for 18 year old males, and from what he could figure it wasn’t a matter of ‘whether’ but ‘how often’ and he never, ever, admitted it, let alone talked about it.

“I’m serious! Do you masturbate?” Kelly had a smile in her blue eyes as she asked the question. John looked deeply at her before answering, trying to determine what the smile said.

“umm I, uh, I have…” John said and hating the feeling of heat that went with the blush that crept over his face.

“See? I told you, even mild mannered John is nothing but a pervert…” and Kelly’s voice lost its definition as John realized he was out of place, the sole Dolphins fan in a bar full of Jets fans, the sole soccer fan in a room full of football fans, the feeling one has when you realize you are no longer involved ‘in’ the conversation but have become the topic ‘of’ conversation. A really shitty feeling.

And the laughter coming from Libby wasn’t the beautiful almost musical tinkle like sound that he looked for, almost groveled for, it was a biting bitter laugh. John stood up, and slowly made his way to the door, not saying a word, but vowing never to set foot in that place again, never to talk to either of them again. He hadn’t been back since and hadn’t had a substantial conversation with Libby since either. He sometimes wondered, particularly when he saw Libby, whether he was making a mountain out of a mole hill, then he remembered the hurt of the ridiculed, the outsider, and he always looked away.

Over the past few months it became apparent that Libby was trying to get him to talk to her. She would show up in crowds and always seemed to gravitate to him. The first few times John turned red and slowly wandered off, after a while he was comfortable to stand next to her in silence and finally, only recently he had started to respond to her questions, short answers but responses none the same.

Then came graduation, a huge crowd affair and once again Libby ended up next to John the crowd swirling around them, Libby walked up to John, stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek.

“Umm what’s that for?”

“Congratulations John… and… well, thanks”

“you’re welcome but thanks for what?”

“Thanks for being a friend… when it was hard… thanks Cami Halıları for always being there.”

” Uh sure, no problem” John wondered how she considered it being a friend when he had been avoiding her for the past year, but hey, if she wanted to believe that who was he to argue.

As John leaned down to kiss Libby’s cheek the crowd surged and pressed them together, as his lips were just making contact she turned her head and caught his lips with hers. Her arms went around his neck and pulled his face to hers, her soft lips opening, her tongue pressing for entry, finally gaining it she kissed him fully open mouthed. John was stunned to say the least. As she pulled back slightly she took his bottom lip between hers and suckled it gently. Her eyes opened and she looked deeply at John. The rush of emotion that John felt was unlike any other. He knew he loved this woman, knew he always had, as hard as he’d tried to avoid it, to suppress it, it all came back in that instant, looking deeply at her.

“What’re you doing tonight John? You going to Georges’ for the party?”

“Hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Can we go? I mean can you take me?”

“What about Kelly and the others… I don’t really know them very well… I… Umm… I don’t really fit in… with them I mean…” John hated the blush that flushed his cheeks, he knew he blushed and hated it every time.

“Come on John… It’ll be fun I promise…”

“Really Libby I don’t think so…”

“Are you still worried about that time in the soda shop? With Kelly I mean?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t very much fun.”

“Don’t worry about that John, I’m really sorry that happened, I knew that was still bothering you, we’ll talk about that later.”

“But…”

“No Buts John… Pick me up at my apartment at 7?”

“You have an apartment?”

“Yeah! Its really cool… you’ll like it, I just got it last week. Mom and Dad are helping with it while I’m in school. They figured it’d be easier to find one now instead of waiting ’til college starts in the fall.”

“Where do I go?”

Libby gave John directions, another quick brush of her lips with his, and she disappeared into the crowd. John caught a glance at her as she reached her normal group of kids. She caught his eye and smiled at him across the crowd, then was lost as they group wandered over the hill. He was still stunned, and noticed the surrounding crowd, almost as if he had just woken up, his friends patting him on the back in congratulations on his graduation. He smiled his focus still inward as the realization that he’d had his most passionate kiss ever in the middle of a crowd with a girl that he’d resigned himself to loving from afar.

When John got to Libby’s apartment he walked to the door and knocked on the door.

“hey John! Come on in…” and she walked into the apartment to drop in to an older upholstered chair. “We don’t have to stay at the party too long but we do have to go…”

“Its ok I’m ready for this… You ready to go?” His shoulders hunching slightly, his back straightening as if he was just called from the waiting room to the dentist chair for a root canal. He had a feeling that he knew had to be reminiscent to the one the Christians had right before being fed to the lions.

“No, no sit down John” and she patted the sofa next to her. She pulled her legs up, sitting Indian style with legs crossed at the ankles, her jeans tight around her slender thighs, her white shirt showing just a little of her flat belly, her pert, small but expressive breasts, unconfined by the restriction of a bra, as was her normal style. John sat on the far end of the couch and looked at this woman. She was breathtaking, her small ski-ramp nose, chisled jaw, pure white teeth, with just a slight turning of the front one to give her smile character. Her jaw gave way gracefully to a thin long neck that dissolved into shoulders that made one want to kiss them, with skin that looked so soft, clearly outlining the underlying shoulder bones, which were partially hidden and playing hide and seek under her slightly longer than shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Her hair, while beautiful and well maintained with a shine that made the sun even more beautiful, was always slightly disheveled, the silky tresses not quite willing to cooperate. John had found that all other women paled in comparison to Libby, and now had living proof sitting in front of him.

While John and Libby had never had a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship Libby kept John from putting the make on anyone else. John had tried to revolt from the situation by having a girlfriend and flaunting her in front of Libby but it didn’t seem to bother her and it bothered him a lot. While Libby always seemed to have a boyfriend, they changed regularly and never seemed particularly important to Libby. John had loved Libby from a distance for many years now, it had to be at least four.

Libby had always described their relationship as one of friendship, a brother sister type of friendship, although John never really understood that. He always fought with his sister like cats and dogs. Over the years John had been her confidant, her sounding board. She hung out with a different group of kids, revolved in a different circle than he did. She was the football player crowd, he was soccer, she was party oriented and he was cerebral, not quite dorky but perhaps slightly ostracized for his intelligence. He was the one she would call when she got home from the party everyone wished they were invited to, but John hadn’t attended.

Although the idea of going to this party was completely against his idea of a good evening, he would do anything for Libby, and besides he had this brief interlude alone with her, and the added bonus of being able to watch her all evening.

“I’m so psyced school’s over… Have you decided what you’re doing in the fall? We haven’t talked in so long I don’t even know where you’re going or if you’re going to college.”

“I got offered a couple of soccer scholarships, but I haven’t made up my mind yet. I have to make a choice in the next week or two.”

“Cool! a scholarship?”

“Yeah, a full ride… I’m going to work over the summer to try to save some money but I won’t even have to pay for books, and as long as I live on campus I even eat for free.”

“John we should go, but I have to tell you something first.”

“uhh ok…” that sinking feeling coming on, John was sure what she was going to tell him was that she was meeting someone at the party, so all he had to do was drop her off. He was taken aback by the abrupt change of subject, he almost glanced, almost looked to see I the lions were circling.

“John, I’m really sorry I’ve taken you for granted while we were in high school… I umm… really do appreciate you being there for me.” John’s insecurity hit a high peak. ” was wondering if, umm we could like, be a couple for a while… Kind of try it out I mean… um… you know what I mean?”

It was the first time in recorded history that John ever saw Libby as anything but completely sure of herself, the first time he ever saw a lack of confidence in her demeanor, shy, insecure. He noticed that she was still cute when she blushed, actually even more attractive, if that was possible.

“You mean… you and me?” John’s eyebrows rose in incredulity.

“I mean, I know we’ve always been like brother and sister, but I’ve always compared the other guys to you and… well… I never really had any fun with them like I do with you…”

“Really? You mean you and me?” John knew he was repeating himself but he just couldn’t quite help himself. “But we’re… um, so different… You hang out in different circles Libby… what would your friends say? Like, Kelly goes out of her way to make me feel like shit…”

“That’s because you intimidate her… You’re smart. I think she likes you.”

“That’s nuts.”

“Can you think about it? I mean for a little while?” She leaned over and cut off any response he could’ve given by kissing him lightly on the lips. She pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes. He noticed how bright her eyes were, the color of the Mediterranean off of Greece, dark blue, and just about as deep. “Come on John, we’ve gotta go.”

John didn’t even notice the ride to the party, couldn’t even tell you if he stopped at the stop sign or not, never noticed the traffic light. He could only hope he was driving on instinct and actually obeying at least some of the laws of the road. His mind was reeling when they walked in the party and Libby took John’s hand.

As all parties do, this one rose and fell over the hours, the house filled, people got drunk, people passed out, people left. The keeper of the keys evaluated everyone before they left to determine that someone in the group was sober enough to drive. Libby drifted off during the party and John spent some time actually talking to Kelly and Libby’s other friends for the first time, and actually found that he was enjoying himself. It was the first party he ever went to that he didn’t just hang out in the shadows and observe.

Libby came and went throughout the party, always departing with a brief kiss, and when she touched his arm as she came back he felt that flutter of the heart, the burst of warmth that gave him confidence that he’d never had before. He’d have to figure out the dynamics later. He got through the keeper-of-the-keys test with flying colors, he didn’t really drink much during the evening, but he did have trouble saying the alphabet backwards, always had.. Again his mind was reeling as Libby took his hand and held him close as they walked towards the car. John could smell Libby’s hair, feel her hip move as she walked, feel her breast rub against his arm as they approached the car.

He was amazed at the turn around he’d gotten from Libby and was still somewhat dubious. He was still afraid this was some kind of a joke but he knew Libby would never do that to him, well, perhaps he hoped as hard as a human being could hope that she wouldn’t. As John pulled up in front of Libby’s apartment he opened his door and went to Libby’s side of the car with the thought of opening her door for her. She was already standing by the car by the time he got around it with an unsure smile on her face.

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Appetizers , Dessert https://axla.info/appetizers-dessert.html https://axla.info/appetizers-dessert.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://axla.info/appetizers-dessert.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Appetizers She stood at the kitchen counter silently cutting up vegetables for supper. It had been a long day. She had arrived home before him; changed into a one of his comfortable old T-shirts and begun to prepare supper. The house was […]

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Appetizers

She stood at the kitchen counter silently cutting up vegetables for supper. It had been a long day. She had arrived home before him; changed into a one of his comfortable old T-shirts and begun to prepare supper. The house was quiet and she was lost in her own thoughts. The challenges of the day had taken a toll on her. She was mentally and physically drained.

She heard the garage door go up and down and knew that he had arrived home. She heard him come through the door; aware of his presence in the kitchen although still no words had been exchanged. He moved across the room toward her. She could feel him standing close behind her even before he reached out to touch her. He pushed his body against hers. One hand went around her chest and reached for her breasts. His other arm went lower and pulled her hips against him. He bent his head and kissed her neck softly.

He whispered low, “Supper smells good. You feel wonderful.”

She stopped cutting, closed her eyes and leaned back into him. She sighed deeply as the frustrations of the day began to melt out of her. The arms that enfolded her provided a safe space. She finally began to relax. He continued to nuzzle the back of her neck. His hands moved slowly across the front of her body finding their way under the loose oversized cotton T-shirt to discover her naked body. She moaned softly in response to his touch.

A few moments went by; each of them lost in the feeling of the other. Suddenly she opened her eyes and began again to cut vegetables; or at least she tried. It was difficult to concentrate on her task. She was continually aware of his body behind her. His hands continued to move slowly but with intention across her naked body.

“Am I distracting you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she murmured, “but please don’t stop.”

She laid down the knife and placed both her palms against the cool surface of the counter. She closed her eyes again and gave herself over to the feelings that he was awakening in her. She was constantly amazed at the strength of her response to this man. No expectations, no hidden agendas – just the incredible power and passion that their bodies created together.

His hands both moved across the roundness of her belly, each approaching the center from the opposite side. His pressure lightened considerably as he traced small circles across her tummy. She moaned softly. His hands spread apart and moved up to take each of her breasts. He gently, but firmly massaged each, his fingertips tightly pinching her nipples. They responded and grew into tight little buds. She became aware of the warmth and hardness of his penis pressing into her backside. His hands continued to explore her Cami Halısı breasts as his hips began to move behind her. He moved in the silent dance of lovers as his penis pushed and probed her bottom and between her legs. Her hips began to move instinctively against him, mirroring his movements, as they fit their bodies together. Time stood still and they were lost in the magic of their bodies together.

Suddenly, his hands moved firmly to her hips and he turned her to face him. She leaned into him expecting his kiss, but instead, he fell to the floor, his mouth finding the smoothness of her vulva. She certainly had not anticipated this and her knees buckled with delighted surprise. He immediately reached to steady her; his large hands each gripping a cheek of her bottom. He pulled her closer to his face and continued to delight her with his mouth.

He was an experienced and responsive lover. He paid attention to the pace and the pressures that he knew she preferred. He knew when to vary them to guide her through the full range of emotions and feelings. She reached behind, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter to support her self. His mouth continued to provide pleasure beyond belief. His tongue massaged her clitoris. He gently grabbed the outer folds of her labia in between his teeth. His tongue moved over every part of her, alternating between ultra light feather soft barely there movements to strong and steady intense pressure. He knew from experience that the clitoral stimulation alone could bring her to orgasm. He also knew that she preferred the simultaneous pressure from inside. One hand came from behind her and he thrust his fingers into her hot, wet vagina. He used the other hand to steady her and to control the contact between them.

The intensity was peaking and he orchestrated the dance perfectly. His knowledge of her body and her responses to him was a gift. He was intently focused on providing her with these moments of pure pleasure. She concentrated solely on her body as he brought her to the edge. She could feel the orgasm building deep inside her. It was as if all the frustrations of the day poured out in shuddering tingling spasms as her whole body released into his mouth and his fingers. In this moment it was all about her. It was so easy for her to allow herself to go over the edge and lose herself in her orgasm. He never let up. The pressure of his tongue on her clitoris was strong and steady. His fingers pushed deeply and rhythmically into her vagina. Her orgasm was intense and satisfying.

Her whole body relaxed, totally spent. She felt her knees buckle. He quickly rose from the floor, slid his arm around her and guided her to the sofa in Cami Halıları the family room. They both sat and she curled her body into his. Her breathing was still ragged and uneven. She closed her eyes as he gathered her near. In the shelter of his arms, fully satisfied, she rested.

Dessert

They finished supper. He leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply. She looked into his eyes and could see he was tired. The challenges of the day had taken a toll on him. He was mentally and physically drained.

“Why don’t you go catch the end of the game while I clean up in here?” she offered.

He nodded. “Are you sure? I thought I’d help.”

She rose, took his hand and led him into the family room. He settled himself in his recliner and reached for the remote. The game came on as he pushed back into a comfortable reclining position. She bent over him and began to slowly untie the laces of his shoes. She slipped them off his feet. She eased the socks off and gently massaged his tired, swollen feet. She heard him moan softly and looked up to see him smile. She reached for the afghan and gently covered him.

She kissed him softly. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Don’t go. Stay here with me.”

And so she did. Her hands could never stop touching him; especially when he was so close. She knelt at the side of the recliner and continued to massage his feet. Her hands moved with firm but gentle pressure, slowly loosening the knots of the day. From his feet she continued up his legs. She could feel the tense stiffness underneath the thick fabric of his jeans. Against the backdrop of the game, she kneaded his tired muscles; helping him relax

A few moments went by. Each of them lost in the feeling of the other. Suddenly he opened his eyes and began to concentrate on the game; or at least he tried. It was difficult. He was continually aware of her hands as they moved slowly and firmly across his body.

“Am I distracting you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he murmured, “but please don’t stop.”

He closed his eyes again and gave himself over to the feelings that she was awakening in him. He was constantly amazed at the strength of her desire for him. No games, no manipulation – just the pure joy and satisfaction of all that their bodies shared together.

He relaxed into the recliner and she could begin to feel the tension leaving his body. She leaned forward and began to slowly undo the buttons of this shirt. Her hands ran lightly over his chest. Each hand came from a different side and moved down his neck and across the broad expanse of his shoulders. She leaned closer and kissed his nipples. They responded and grew into tight little buds. She became aware of the warmth and hardness of his penis pressing against his jeans. Her hands continued to explore his chest but her mouth began to move toward his penis.

Suddenly, she stood over him. He opened his eyes expecting her to leave him to finish up in the kitchen, but instead, she reached down to unzip his jeans. Her mouth found his penis as it was released from his pants. This was not what he had expected and he was delighted to be surprised, yet again by her. Her mouth moved a silent dance of love as she licked and sucked and kissed his penis. He was motionless as she took his penis deep into her mouth. Time stood still and they were lost in the magic of their bodies together.

She moistened his penis and moved her hand up and down the length of the shaft as her tongue teased and delighted the tip. She was an experienced and responsive lover. She paid attention to the pace and the pressures that she knew he preferred. She knew when to vary them to guide him through the full range of emotions and feelings. He reached to the side, gripping the arms of the recliner to moderate his response to her. Her mouth continued to provide pleasure beyond belief. Her tongue massaged her penis. She gently licked and sucked his testicles. Her tongue moved over every part of his groin, alternating between ultra light feather soft barely there movements to strong and steady intense pressure.

She knew from experience that the extreme slippery wetness she created on his penis with her mouth, coupled with the titillating touch of her tongue on the tip of his penis, would bring him to the edge. She knew he preferred the rapid stroking of his penis until the moment right before his orgasm and then the deep penetration of the full length of his shaft as the semen ejaculated against the back of her throat. The intensity was peaking and she orchestrated the dance perfectly. Her knowledge of his body and his responses to her was a gift. She was intently focused on providing him with these moments of pure pleasure.

He concentrated solely on his body as she brought him to the edge. He could feel the orgasm building deep inside him. It was as if all the frustrations of the day poured out in shuddering tingling spasms as he came in the warm safe space of her mouth. In this moment it was all about him. It was so easy for him to allow himself to go over the edge and lose himself in his orgasm. She never let up. The pressure of her hand and her tongue on his penis was strong and steady. His orgasm was intense and satisfying.

His whole body relaxed, totally spent. His breathing was still ragged and uneven. He could not move and could barely speak. He whispered, “Come closer to me.” She moved toward him, and laid her head against his chest. He closed his eyes as his arms brought her near. Holding her in the shelter of his arms, with each of their bodies so fully satisfied, they rested.

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Miss Callahan Ch. 10-12 https://axla.info/miss-callahan-ch-10-12.html https://axla.info/miss-callahan-ch-10-12.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://axla.info/miss-callahan-ch-10-12.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter 10 “You can’t be serious.” “Oh, but I am, Ems,” Lauren says as she looks at her reflection in the car mirror and fixes some hair that has fallen out of her band. “I’m very serious.” She looks over at me […]

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Chapter 10

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am, Ems,” Lauren says as she looks at her reflection in the car mirror and fixes some hair that has fallen out of her band. “I’m very serious.”

She looks over at me with a playful smile, which starts to turn more serious as her eyes rake down my body, settling on my still-bare tits.

“I think maybe you’ll need a shirt on to go back into the office,” she says as she leans into the backseat for my folded blouse.

“You’re the one who took it off me in the first place,” I say back.

“Are you mad about that, darling?”

Lauren reaches over to help me pull my blouse over my head and gives me a quick peck on the lips before attempting to smooth down my disheveled hair.

“You know I’m not,” I say as I look at my own reflection in the passenger seat mirror.

When Lauren texted me on Thursday to “grab lunch,” I had a feeling where things would lead. The truth is I hadn’t been able to concentrate that entire morning anyway. Images of the night before kept rolling around in my head, making work impossible.

So, when Lauren texted, I didn’t hesitate to leave the building and jump into her car. When she parked in a secluded lot near the office, we didn’t waste any time getting each other undressed.

But now it’s Friday and we’re back in her car. I know we should be more careful, but when I’m around Lauren, all logic flies out the window. I just hope people haven’t started to wonder why we both come back from lunch around the same time, smelling like each other’s perfume.

Today we didn’t even get a full hour. With the development team happy hour for Lauren happening later, and the strategy meeting we’re having with Jackie soon, we couldn’t take as much time as I would have liked.

Once I’m satisfied with my reflection and I’m sure that there’s no trace of having just been fucked, I look back over at Lauren who’s casually leaning against her steering wheel with a challenging look on her face.

“Why won’t you do it?” she asks.

“Because it’s a work event,” I say like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

“No,” she says in a light tone. “It’s a work party. Celebrating me, I might add. So, you should do what makes me happy.”

She leans over to my side of the car and brings her left hand up so she’s cupping my cheek. She then slowly brings the same hand down my face and lets it rest lightly on my throat.

Like the other night, she doesn’t squeeze, but just the feeling of it there causes my breath to catch and my still-wet undies to get even wetter.

“I promise nobody will know. But having you submit to me in public like that, will please me very, very much. Don’t you want to please your mistress?”

Her mouth is next to my ear as she speaks and she hasn’t removed her hand. I can feel my chest rising and falling rapidly with every word she speaks and if she put her hand back into my pants, it wouldn’t take long for me to come again.

I turn my head slightly so I can look into her eyes. Eyes that a minute before had gone back to their original green but are suddenly dark once again. And as I look at her face, I know that I’ll say yes. Because even if this is something I would have never done just a few weeks ago, pleasing Lauren now feels linked to my own pleasure.

“How does it work?” I ask in a quiet voice.

She moves her thumb and fingers over my neck in soft movements as she leans in and gives me a long, slow kiss. After a moment, she moves so she can reach and grab something from her glove compartment.

And there is no mistaking the object she pulls out for anything other than a sex toy. Not only is it bright pink, it looks exactly like a standard vibrator, with the addition of a rounded antenna on the end.

“You’re just driving around with that in your glove compartment?” I ask.

“No, silly girl. I bought it yesterday and put it in here today so I could give it to you,” she says as she hands me the vibrator.

“Pink?” I say as I turn it around in my hands.

“They didn’t have blue,” she replies before taking it from my hands. “You slide this part inside of you,” she says as she holds up the egg-shaped part on one side. “This part,” she says as she points to the antenna, “will rest against your clit.”

“How do you control it?” I ask.

“From an app on my phone.”

“You have an app on your phone for a remote vibrator?”

“Not yet. But once you agree to wear this, I’ll download it,” she says as she plays with the ends of my hair, something I’ve noticed she seems to enjoy.

“You mean you haven’t used this before?”

I don’t look at her as I ask the question and I know my forced casual tone sounds just that— forced. I hope the jealousy I feel at the thought of Lauren playing this game with someone else in Austin isn’t coming through.

“Ems, look at me,” she says quietly.

When I look up, her eyes are looking softly at me and she moves her hand down from my hair to hold my hand.

“I know this dynamic is new for you. But you should Cami Halısı also know that I’m generally a monogamous person. I’m not saying we’re there yet. But I’m also not sleeping around.”

I’m embarrassed she even had to say something. I’m not usually insecure about women, but I also feel lighter after hearing her words. The thought of Lauren touching another woman makes me irrationally anxious.

I look down at the vibrator in my hand again. I want to please Lauren and the thought of being at her mercy while in a bar is becoming increasingly sexy and erotic.

“Will anyone be able to hear it?” I ask, feeling too many things to address her comment on monogamy.

She gives me a long look but doesn’t push the topic.

“No, it’s practically silent. Especially in a bar.”

“Okay,” I say in a low voice.

“Yes?” she asks.

Adorable would never be the right word to describe Lauren’s facial expressions, but the hopeful look she’s giving me now makes her look youthful and I can’t help but smile at her and nod.

“I’d wait until the bar to put that in. I would assume walking with it is a bit uncomfortable,” she says.

“Yes, Miss Callahan,” I say in a low voice as I slip the vibrator into my work bag.

“You’ll send me a text confirming that you’re putting it in.”

“Yes, Miss Callahan.”

“And you won’t give any indication that it’s in. Not to anyone.”

“Yes, Miss Callahan.”

She leans into me again, puts her hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a deep kiss. She wastes no time sliding her tongue into my mouth and I’m instantly moaning into hers. But she only lets it last for a few seconds before she pulls her face away so our lips are inches from each other’s.

“Good girl. I’m very pleased. Now we need to get back. We have a meeting to get to.”

Lauren leans back to the driver’s side of the car, gives herself one last look in the mirror and pulls out of the parking space we were in.

Part of me can’t believe I’m two blocks away from my office building, agreeing to use a sex toy at a company event.

But this isn’t the first time I’ve done something out of character in the name of Miss Callahan and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

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“Michelle want to see us,” Jackie says as she pops her head into my office. “And then do you want to grab lunch?”

I turn my attention to my computer instead of make eye contact with Jackie. Lying to her about Lauren is starting to get to me, but I also can’t tell her I spent my lunch hour getting fucked by the woman in her car. Not to mention yesterday’s lunch hour.

“No, I ate already, but thanks. What does Michelle want?”

“Not sure. I ran into her in the kitchen and she asked if we could both come chat with her. I’m guessing it’s about Ellison.”

I move around my desk and to the door where Jackie is standing. As I move past her so we’re halfway into the hall outside my office, she puts a hand on my shoulder and it feels much more intimate than a normal gesture from Jackie.

“You look nice today,” she says as she looks down the length of my body. “It seems to be a new trend these days.”

She doesn’t move her hand and when I look up into her eyes, they don’t seem to hold their usual warmth. She’s also standing much closer than seems necessary or normal for us.

“That feels like an insult, Jack. Are you implying I normally look like shit?”

She instantly moves her hand off my shoulder and takes a step back so she’s fully in the hallway.

“Of course not. I was implying—”

“I know exactly what you were implying. And I’m over it,” I say, cutting her off before she can finish her sentence.

I look down the hall to make sure we’re alone. I don’t want to have this conversation at work and now we’re not even in the sanctity of my private office. I know as well as anyone that what happens in an Altitude hallway definitely doesn’t stay there.

“Enough jabs about Lauren. Whatever is going on between you and me, it has nothing to do with her.”

I stop talking as someone from the client services team rushes down the hallway giving us both a quick hello as he passes.

“Look, this isn’t the place for this. Let’s talk outside of work,” I say in a lowered voice.

I know I’m being a hypocrite considering the things I’ve gotten up to with Lauren in this very office and right outside of it, but I just can’t have an emotional fight with Jackie while we’re supposed to be talking to our boss.

“Tonight? After the happy hour?” she asks and I feel a sudden rush of guilt at the hopeful expression that’s on her face.

My mind also goes to Lauren. I assumed we’d spend the night together, but I also know that I need to talk to Jackie. I don’t want to lose my friendship and lately it feels like that’s been slipping away.

Maybe I can meet up with Lauren after that. Or maybe I’ll live if I take one night off of sex. I force myself to concentrate on the conversation at hand before thoughts of sex with Lauren Cami Halıları threaten to cause a blush that I don’t need Jackie seeing in this moment.

“Sure. We can grab a drink somewhere,” I say. “Come on, Michelle’s probably waiting.”

It’s not uncommon for Jackie and me to end up back at one of our apartments after work events to hang out and or watch a movie. But I suddenly feel uncomfortable at the thought of being alone with her. That probably shouldn’t happen until we have a conversation about whatever it is that’s going on between us. Getting a drink at a bar seems like a much safer bet.

Setting plans for later seems do the trick to thaw Jackie’s mood and by the time we get to Michelle’s office, she seems to be her old self again.

Guy is sitting inside Michelle’s office when we arrive so we wait outside until he’s done. Jackie leans against the wall across from her office.

“Did you know Michelle has a boat?” she asks me as we wait.

“Everyone in Seattle has a boat,” I reply.

“Yeah, but she named it Higher Altitude. If that isn’t drinking the company Kool-Aid, I don’t know what is.”

“She seriously named her boat that?”

“Yep. Think if I change the license plate on my car to Alti-Dude, I’d get a promotion?”

“No. But it might get you an invite on Higher Altitude,” I say back with a smile. It feels nice to be bantering with Jackie again.

“I’m sure Guy’s gotten an invite,” she says with a mischievous waggle of her eyebrows.

“For the last time, they’re not sleeping together. Guy’s gay.”

“Guy’s never said he’s gay. Look at them in there,” she subtly points to the window of Michelle’s office. “They’re probably discussing their next tryst on Higher Altitude.”

“First of all, I’m going to get you a thesaurus for the modern decade so you stop using words like tryst and floozy. Secondly, Guy came to the office dressed as a glitter bomb for Halloween. I’m pretty sure that was his coming out to us.”

“That’s homophobic, Ems,” Jackie says as she points her finger at me.

“To say that glitter is gay?”

At that moment, Michelle’s office door opens and Guy is walking out of it with his perfect suit looking as crisp as ever. Guy gives us both a big smile as he leaves and I’m glad he has no idea what we were just talking about.

Michelle is behind her desk in her huge corner office when we enter and we both automatically take the cushy chairs across from her.

Michelle has been with Altitude for more than 15 years. She’s definitely earned this office and I have a lot of respect for her in general. She’s been a great mentor to me over the past two years and my fast trajectory is partly due to the projects she’s given me.

I don’t know how old Michelle is, but she seems like she’s close to 50 and I can’t help but wonder if it bothers her that Lauren is now her boss. I don’t know how old Lauren is exactly, but I’m guessing she’s only a bit older than my own 35.

I can’t help but be impressed with how far Lauren has come at such a young age. I also know that right now is not the time to let my mind wander there. Any time I think about Lauren I have a tendency to blush uncontrollably.

“Thanks for the last-minute chat,” Michelle says with a warm smile on her face.

“No problem, what’s up?” I ask.

“First of all, I hope you’ll both be at the happy hour tonight to welcome Lauren. It’ll be important for you both to create a relationship with her. She may not be your direct manager, but she will be leading our practice for the whole west coast.”

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Jackie give me a quick look before turning her head back to Michelle. I’m utilizing every tactic I ever learned as a kid in community theater to just sit still and not fidget at Michelle’s words. Create a relationship with her. I’m pretty sure Michelle wouldn’t condone the ways I’ve done that so far.

“We’ll be there,” Jackie says and I’m thankful that she jumped in since I suddenly seem incapable of speech. “It’s at Bell Town Brew?”

“Yes, I’ve asked the team to gather there around 5. Should be a nice time,” she says and her tone doesn’t imply any resentment towards Lauren.

Maybe Michelle is like everyone else in the company and also thinks Lauren walks on water. Even if she is her new boss.

“Now, on to business,” Michelle continues. “Some details around the Ellison pitch have changed.”

“Well that’s never a good thing,” Jackie says, her words mirroring the feeling in my own stomach.

“No, it’s fine. But they want to be here for the pitch. Same timeline, but the Ellison team will be here in person for it. We won’t be going to Austin.”

My mind starts going in all kinds of different directions. We usually prefer it when a client decides to come to our office for the pitch—especially an office as impressive as Altitude. It’s good for them to see the culture they’re buying into.

But I’ve never heard of an out of state client traveling to the agency. It’s hard even getting local clients to agree to come here. They almost always expect us to go to them.

“Why?” is all I manage to ask.

“We don’t know. They didn’t tell us. But it seems their new CEO, Richard Ellison’s daughter, is fairly hands on. She probably wants to see how this office differs from our Austin office.”

Jackie looks over at me again and I’m sure she also picked up on Michelle’s reference to Olivia as “Richard Ellison’s daughter.” It seems we’re all going to just continue to pretend Olivia doesn’t have strong ties to one of our own.

I also can’t help but think back to my dinner with Lauren and what she said about Olivia needing to control things. Coming to Seattle to intimidate her ex-wife seems like just the thing someone like that would do. It’s not lost on me how defensive I feel towards Lauren in this moment. But Olivia Ellison has no reason to travel here just to hear our presentation.

“Are they going to the other agencies’ offices?” I ask.

“We don’t know for sure. But my contact over at Donnelly in San Francisco made it sound like they were still heading to Austin.”

“Who will be here besides Richard Ellison’s daughter?” Jackie asks, emphasizing the last part.

Michelle looks at Jackie for a beat before answering and I can’t tell if she picked up on her tone, but she moves past it.

“Olivia Ellison, her PR lead, three board members and possibly some other more junior people. We’ll get the official list sometime next week. Ultimately nothing about our process will change. But I wanted to give you both a heads-up since it may impact how we do things day-of. We can talk about it more next week.”

It’s clear the meeting is over so we both get up and head out of the office. I look at the time on my phone and see that we only have five minutes until our strategy session with Lauren and my stomach suddenly erupts in butterflies.

Being in a room with Lauren and Jackie alone for two hours isn’t my idea of a fun Friday afternoon.

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Maybe one day seeing Lauren won’t make my body instantly vibrate with the need to touch her, but today is not that day. Even after our “lunch” in her car, seeing her sit at the conference table in Anchor still makes my heart rate increase.

Lauren’s dress looks impeccable, as if it just came from a dry cleaner. There’s no sign at all that she just had sex in a car. Though I was the only one in the car who got truly undressed. Lauren’s dress slid up her legs easily, negating that necessity in our rushed timeframe.

As Jackie and I move into the room, I know I should offer a casual greeting, but my eyes are busy feasting on the bare, gorgeous legs I can see under the table. Apparently, Lauren didn’t get the memo that Fridays at the Seattle office are more casual, because she looks like she’s ready for a pitch in her tight, professional looking black dress.

I just saw the woman, just had her fingers deep inside me, and yet I can’t stop staring. Her hair is still up and right now she has on the same glasses I saw her in earlier this week. She’s the height of sophistication and sex and as we sit down, I finally force myself to tear my gaze away by fussing around with my laptop.

When I look back up, Lauren’s eyes are trained on me and I can’t do anything but stare back. I can feel whatever is growing between us getting stronger with every moment we have and hiding it is starting to become impossible.

“Olivia will be here in person for the pitch,” Jackie says, breaking the spell Lauren and I seem to be under.

If Lauren is annoyed by Jackie’s lack of a greeting, she doesn’t show it. She looks like her normal, confident self, sitting back in her chair with her legs crossed. She moves her eyes slowly from mine over to Jackie’s.

“The pitch isn’t in Austin?” she asks.

“Nope. She’ll be right here, in our office,” Jackie says and to me, her tone implies that she’s altogether too happy about the turn of events.

“Not just her,” I finally say. “The whole deciding team. Her internal PR lead, and a couple of key board members. We’ll have names by next week.”

“I see,” Lauren says. “We should probably stop talking about details. I don’t want you to betray the NDA.”

I’ve gotten to know the different facial expressions of Lauren to know she’s not happy with the information she was just given. Jackie probably can’t tell like I can, but the slight shadow that comes over her face at any mention of Olivia just got darker.

“The pitch team isn’t part of the NDA. I figured it was important information for the purposes of this meeting,” Jackie says back with the usual bite she has when speaking to Lauren.

“Michelle just told us,” I add and I feel like I’m forever trying to diffuse the tension between these two women.

“Even so, we have other things to discuss,” Lauren says.

She hands us both a document.

“I’ve outlined the major players at Ellison in this document. I’ve also emailed you both a link that includes the ongoing PR work we’ve done out of Austin for Ellison, as well as the specialized campaigns. Please review those and we can go over them in more detail next week. But for now, I want to focus on this,” Lauren says as she points down to the document she just handed us.

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Cherry, Cherry Pt. 01 https://axla.info/cherry-cherry-pt-01.html https://axla.info/cherry-cherry-pt-01.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://axla.info/cherry-cherry-pt-01.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is a story of incest between parents and their son and daughter. Please bear with me as the story has a long introduction on how and what leads up to the incestuous relationships. I hope you enjoy the story… ************ Finally, […]

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This is a story of incest between parents and their son and daughter.

Please bear with me as the story has a long introduction on how and what leads up to the incestuous relationships.

I hope you enjoy the story…

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Finally, after one year, we were rescued and on our way home. Our stay on our own Gilligan’s island was over.

As we were taken on board the rescue ship, I looked back at the island that was our home for the last year and thought of all the things that we went through.

I managed to keep a journal of all that took place from the time we chartered the boat up until our rescue and our returning home.

My wife and I had been married for 25 years and we wanted to celebrate our anniversary with our children. I booked a month long vacation in Hawaii for the four of us.

Lisa, my wife is 45 years old and is 5’6″, 125, 36 – 26 -38, has brown hair and brown eyes. She works part time in a lawyer’s office. I call her my little nympho and she admits that she is.

Dan, my son is 19 years old, 5’10”, 175, short brown hair and hazel eyes. He is in his first year of college. He works out almost every day and from the outline of his cock in a bathing suit, he must be hung.

Out daughter, Toni, is 18, 5’6″, 115, blonde hair, blue eyes and is 38 – 26 – 36. She just graduated high school. I accidently saw her naked recently while she was showering and from what I saw, her pussy was smooth and her nipples big and inviting.

My name is John and I am 45 years old. I am 5’9″, 180, brown hair, blue eyes and I am a doctor and an experienced sailor.

Here is our story…

July 1, 2015

I chartered a boat out of the big island of Hawaii to tour the islands for two weeks. My wife, Lisa, my son Dan, my daughter Toni and myself were looking forward to an experience of a lifetime.

I had left our itinerary with my brother in case he had to reach us.

With all our stuff aboard, we departed at 7:00 a.m. and headed northwest to Ni’ihau, the forbidden island, our first and farthest stop at 326 miles from the big island.

I had booked a helicopter tour of the island as it is just one of a couple of ways to visit the island. This island is privately owned by the Robinson family.

We headed along the coastlines Cami Halısı for four days before we finally made port on the island.

During the trip, we all took turns at the helm and we got a lot of sun. My wife and daughter donned their bikini tops so they could get an even tan. They claimed we were family and it didn’t matter. They got no argument from Dan and me.

When we docked, we were greeted by a representative of the Robinson family. After we rested, ate and relaxed, we were taken to the helicopter for the tour.

The tour lasted over an hour and we saw all the wonders the island had to offer. We stayed overnight and headed to Kauai, the Garden Island, the next day.

July 5, 2015

We left Ni’ihau late in the morning and by early afternoon, we docked in Kauai. We planned on spending a few days here.

Kauai is about 63 miles north of Oahu and we planned on traveling south to the other islands on the way back to Hawaii.

We checked into the hotel and settled in. My wife and I had one room and the kids each had their own room. The four of us had a beautiful dinner and then we all took a walk on the beach.

After the walk, the kids went off on their own and my wife and I went to our room. We had some wine and Lisa slipped into the shower. In a few minutes, Lisa called out and asked me to join her. Needing no other incentive, I stripped and joined her.

I lathered up my beautiful wife and in no time, my hard cock was pressing up against her body. We kissed and, as the water cascaded over our bodies, Lisa knelt down and gave me the best blow job ever as I shot my cum down her throat.

We finished our shower and headed to bed where we fucked two more times that night.

The next two days were spent sight seeing and enjoying all the things the island had to offer.

July 9, 2015

We departed the island and headed south to Oahu. The trip should have taken a few hours but the weather kicked up and we ran into a terrible storm. I had a tough time keeping on course and we sent a Mayday, signaling our distress.

Throughout the rest of the day and into night, we battled the storm. Off in the distance I was able to make out a shoreline. However, the boat hit a reef and rocks and broke apart.

We managed to get some things Cami Halıları into a bag and into the dinghy and jumped in and headed to the shore. Before we reached the shore, the dinghy sunk and we swam for our lives.

By the time morning came, the four of us were on the beach, unhurt but lost.

We took stock of what we had in the bag and soon realized it wasn’t much. Our clothes were torn. In fact, Lisa and Toni lost their bikini tops and their bikini bottoms were torn. My bathing trunks were badly torn and my cock was almost hanging out. Dan’s bathing suit was also badly torn. Whatever we saved was just some bare necessities.

We didn’t know what island we were on or if there were any people. As I took a look around the island, I knew we were not on one of the regular islands.

We gathered together to come up with a game plan.

Over the course of the next few days Dan and I built a shelter. The women found water and we placed a “Help” sign made of stones on the beach. We were also able to start a camp fire.

We also put together a huge stack of firewood on the beach just in case we needed a big fire for people to see. Now, we just had to wait.

The days went by and there was no sign of a rescue. We didn’t see any planes or boats.

Our food supply was limited but we weren’t starving. However, we did have one big problem, our clothes or lack thereof.

One evening around the fire it happened. My cock popped out of my torn bathing suit. The family laughed and I was embarrassed.

As I tried covering up, Lisa got up and removed her torn bottom, then Toni did the same and finally Dan joined us. The four of us were naked on a deserted island. I could not believe how big my son’s cock was as it must have been 9″ long, soft.

It was the first time we all saw each other naked and we should have been embarrassed, but we weren’t.

Days went by and there was no sign of our being rescued soon. We were into our third week on the island.

One day, Lisa and I went off to the other side of the small island to be alone. We laid down on the sand and started to make out. My cock was rock hard and Lisa laid on her back. I mounted her and my cock slipped in her slit easily. After a few thrusts, I shot my load into my wife’s cunt. After we rested a bit, we headed back.

When we got back, Toni noticed my cum glistening on her mother’s thigh.

Toni then said, “hey, did you guys have sex?”

I looked at her and said, “yes, we did. Does that bother you?”

“Well, what about me and Dan? Are we supposed to just let you guys enjoy yourselves while we are stuck on this island?” Toni said.

We looked at her and I said to her, “Look, Toni, if you want to have sex with Dan, you can under these circumstances. We won’t stop you.”

Then Toni said, “Dan and I have been having sex. I want to fuck my dad.”

Lisa looked at me then Toni and said, “Toni, I understand, I really do. If your father is ok with his fucking you, it is ok with me. And, if Dan wants to fuck me, it will be ok too. We are all in this together.”

So, that night, while we were around the fire, we discussed our sexual needs and the discussion we had earlier with Toni.

After laying all the cards on the table, Dan was on board with everything and we all agreed to share each other for the time we were on the island.

The next morning, Dan and I built another shelter so that whoever was having sex wouldn’t be disturbed.

That first night, Dan asked his mom if he could have sex with her. Lisa looked at me and I gave her a nod of approval. She got up and walked with Dan to the other shelter.

Toni and I couldn’t see them but we heard them, especially Lisa who must have been having orgasms. She was gone over an hour before she came back as Dan went to sleep.

As she sat next to me and Toni, we could see Dan’s cum on her thighs.

Suddenly, Toni turned to me and kissed me. Her tongue found mine as we embraced. Lisa just watched her daughter making out with her husband.

My cock was hard and pressing up against my daughter’s naked body. She laid down and spread her legs, not caring that her mother was watching.

I mounted Toni and my cock quickly found her slit and I eased my cock into her wet cunt. I started fucking my daughter and soon she was meeting my thrusts. It didn’t take long before I told her I was going to cum. Finally, I shot my load deep into my daughter’s cunt. We held each other until my cock was drained.

I got off of her and she got up and went over to the other shelter where Dan was sleeping.

Lisa looked at me and asked if I enjoyed our daughter. I told her Toni was a great fuck, but she was much better. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Look for Part 2

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FUTA Pharmaceuticals Ch. 01 https://axla.info/futa-pharmaceuticals-ch-01.html https://axla.info/futa-pharmaceuticals-ch-01.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://axla.info/futa-pharmaceuticals-ch-01.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 A/N: This is my very first piece of creative writing, and certainly my first try writing anything erotic so please let me know how I did. I’m planning for this to be a multiple part story if there’s any interest. This first […]

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A/N: This is my very first piece of creative writing, and certainly my first try writing anything erotic so please let me know how I did. I’m planning for this to be a multiple part story if there’s any interest. This first part is just setup so it’s kind of slow, but there is a small scene at the end. If you guys want more, or have any criticism let me know! If some of you would like drawings of the characters so you have an idea of my personal vision let me know that as well! Thanks and enjoy.

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The drab beige and brown waiting room dominated the empty room. Save for me, there were empty plastic chairs that littered the room, and the only sounds came from the receptionist’s keyboard as she tapped away at it and the incessant ticking of the clock on the wall. I found myself glancing at the receptionist every now and then. From what I could see from behind her counter, she was very pretty. She was quite thin, had fair skin, shoulder-length chestnut colored hair that slightly curled at their ends, and black square glasses that covered blue eyes. Her name placard read “Emily”. I was actually waiting for Emily to call my name for a meeting I had scheduled the week before with FUTA Pharmaceuticals.

FUTA Pharma, by some miracle, had chosen me and a few others from all the students at my university to take part in a drug trial. Why is this a big deal? They were offering five thousand dollars a day upto two weeks, and I desperately needed the money to pay my student loans off. That’s not money that I can turn down no matter what they ask me to do. No one really knows why the hell they pay so much, but everyone that completes their trials come out just fine, so I figure it can’t be that bad.

Emily paused from her typing, and looked over to me. “Ms. Little, she’s ready for you. Just head behind me and through the white door at the end of hall.”

I gave her a small nod, straightened out my skirt and red hair and made my way to the white door. As I opened the door, I had to shield my eyes as a blinding white light poured over me. It took awhile to adjust to the harsh light, but the room was white everywhere. The walls, furniture, and even the woman sitting at the desk was just… white.

“Ms. Little, please take a seat” the woman motioned to the other seat across the table.

I took my seat, and took a chance to look at my interviewer. She wore a white pencil skirt, blazer, and button up shirt that had a few buttons undone at the top to reveal a little bit of cleavage. Her bleach white hair was cut straight and rested on her shoulders with bangs cut straight across her forehead. Piercing grey eyes sat behind almost comically large white-framed square glasses. If it wasn’t for her distracting ‘whiteness’, I would consider her to be pretty sexy.

“Ms. Little, my name is Kimberly Smith, but please call me Ms. Smith. I, and FUTA Pharmaceuticals, would like to thank you for accepting our invitation for a new drug trial. I am sure you aware, but for legalities and such, I must reiterate what this means for you. Should you accept the contract, you will be required to test a new drug. This means the drug will be administered in any way we see fit. You will be placed in a controlled test environment facility, and company staff will be able to perform tests and collect data concerning you at will. The tests cannot be interrupted for any reason to ensure your health and safety. To compensate for your troubles, you will be paid five thousand dollars a day for upto two weeks of participation. You may quit at any time as long as you are not being tested, and will be paid for the time you have stayed. Keep in mind, if you leave early, your memory of the experiments will wiped to ensure you do leak any confidential information. If you accept these terms please sign this document at the bottom and read our contract if you wish”

She slid a white tablet across the table to me. I quickly picked it up, and scrolled past the seemingly endless walls of text to the final ‘sign here’ line. I scribbled my signature with my finger and slid the tablet back to her. Ms. Smith picked up the tablet, looked it over, and looked at me. She slowly grinned from behind the tablet, and said, “Thank you for your participation, Ms. Little. Your trial will begin…now.” She tapped the tablet, and I was plunged into darkness as the floor beneath me opened.

I screamed for all of two or three seconds until something extremely soft and pliant broke Cami Halısı my fall. Once, again, my eyes strained as everything around me from pitch black to blinding white. I groaned, and before I could get my bearing again, a woman called out to me in a very commanding voice from the other end of the room.

“Little! Crawl towards me, and get up off your ass!”

“What? What the hell is…” I began as I tried to find the source of the voice.

“NOW!”

I was confused out of my mind, but I wasn’t going to test this woman’s patience anymore than I needed to. I soon found that a giant white pillow had broken my fall, which made standing pretty difficult. I crawled toward the woman, until I could stand up on solid ground again. I stood to face my new drill instructor friend. Despite her rude introduction, I had to admire how good this woman looked. She was about half a foot taller than me, which made her about 5′ 8″. The most striking thing though, was that her hair wasn’t white like everything else. Instead, her hair was the darkest black I had probably ever seen, and was cut in a bob with the same straight cut bangs as Ms.Smith. Absolutely every aspect of this woman was flawless. Smooth pale skin, obviously fit, and strikingly beautiful. She was wearing a nearly skin tight white jumpsuit with the front zipper unzipped a little bit to show off a little bit of her perky breasts. My admiration was cut a little short by her hounding another command.

“Stop staring at me, goddammit, and strip!”

“Wait hold-“

“STRIP!”

“What? Who the hell-” I tried to protest.

She sighed and snapped her fingers. In my confusion, I hadn’t noticed that she was flanked by two more women in white jumpsuits. Both of them looked almost exactly the same. White everything with slightly unzipped jumpsuits, slightly shorter than their leader, and the same tight bodies.The two guards unsheathed batons from their hip holsters, and took a step toward me. My mind began racing as my impending beat down loomed over me.

“I don’t want to repeat myself again, Little. Strip, or we will do it for you.” The leader declared in a firm tone.

“OK OK OK, just don’t hit me please, Jesus fuck!” I said hurriedly.

In a flash, all my clothes lay in a pile at my feet besides my underwear.

“Are you really this slow, Little?! EVERYTHING! OFF!”

Shakily, my hands undid my bra and lowered my panties to add to the pile of clothes on the floor.

With my hands tightly clenched into fists at my sides, I was suddenly very self-conscious of my waifish build. I was a short, thin girl, not particularly blessed in the curves department. My breasts would fill B cup bras on a good day, but I was actually pretty proud of my round butt. My orange-red hair was done in two braids that fell down to my waists. Somehow I hadn’t lost my glasses in the fall either. My green eyes slowly looked up to meet the gaze of my new friend.

“Finally, we’re getting shit done, Little! My name is Cait, but you will call me Master. Is that clear?”

“Yes” I squeaked.

“Goddammit, Little. Yes what?” Cait barked.

“Y- Yes, Master” a little more confidence in my voice.

“That’s more like it!”

She snapped her fingers again, and one of the guards brought forth some folded clothes in her hand. Cait grabbed the clothes, and dropped them at my feet.

“Get dressed.”

With all three women watching me dress, I did as I was commanded. When it was all said and done, I was wearing a similar skin-tight white jumpsuit as Cait was. Instead of combat boots, I wore modest canvas shoes with thin soles, and a nametag with my last name sewed onto the corner of my top instead of the golden pin that adorned Cait’s jumpsuit. Like Cait’s jumpsuit, mine would only cover a portion of my tits, so some cleavage would be showing. I was immediately starting to regret signing up for this, but I really needed the money.

“It’s about goddamn time, girl. Follow me.”

She turned around and passed through a sliding door that opened behind her. Reluctantly, I moved to follow her, and the two guards passed through after me. All four of us walked through what seemed like a maze of blinding white corridors and doors. A million thoughts raced through my head as we walked. What the hell did I get into? Where the hell are we going? What the fuck is going to happen to me? Finally, we stopped in front a white door. Above the door Cami Halıları was a digital display that read ‘Little’. I guess this is my room or something?

Cait produced a keycard from her belt, and slid it through a scanner. The door slid open from the center like something you would see in some sci-fi movie. Cait motioned me in. As I walked into the room, Cait followed me in, and dismissed the guards.

“Welcome to your new home for the next two weeks, Little. I hope you like it, because you’ll be here for the full duration.”

My eyes widened at what Cait had said,”What? I thought I could leave at any time?”

Cait simply huffed, and rolled her eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Little! Have fun on your first night here. I think you’ll like it.”

With that, she strode to the door, and glanced over her shoulder before disappearing behind the door closing. Everything only got more confusing the more time I spent here, but I finally got a moment to myself. My room had a simple twin sized bed tucked away in the corner, a toilet and sink in the other corner, and a small desk with a chair, and a TV above it by the foot of the bed. There weren’t any windows, and there was only one door. Just like everything else, everything was white. This wasn’t so bad I guess. It was basically a fancy jail cell, but for five grand a day, I could live with that.

Before long, a slot opened in the bottom of the door, and a tray was pushed through. The tray simply had two pills in a small plastic cup, a bottle water, and a piece of paper folded in half. I moved the tray to the small desk, and unfolded the paper first.

It was a note that read, “Instructions: Take both pills with water immediately.”

“That’s it huh? Well, might as well get this shit started.” I shrugged my shoulders as I popped both pills in my mouth and chased it down with a swig of water. “Alright… I guess now I wait? What the hell am I supposed to be testing any-” I felt a searing pain in my stomach, and hunched over as I clutched it with my right hand. I hobbled over to the bed and laid down as I curled into the fetal position. “Shit! What the fuckkk.” I shut my eyes tight as I tried to endure the pain, when I started to feel something strange in addition to the intense stomach cramps. An almost comforting warmth began spreading from my stomach and down to my crotch. The cramps stopped, but the warmth starting growing in intensity. “Ohhhh, hey that’s starting to feel pretty good” my voice trembled as I sat up on the bed with my elbows propped up behind me. I spread my legs and looked at my crotch. “Wait. What the hell is that?” I felt and saw a small bulge forming in my jumpsuit. I quickly tore off my jumpsuit, and sat naked on the bed. “What the FUCK?” Staring back at me wasn’t the pussy that I was expecting. A newly formed cock had blocked that sight. A loud buzzer quickly rang through the room, and an intercom turned on.

A female, slightly robotic voice spoke,”Prepare for test 1: Function. Please remain undressed and take a seat on the test chair.” The intercom turned off, and some floor tiles in the middle of the room slid away to reveal something like a dentist’s operating chair rising through. The TV above the desk turned on, and a message was displayed on it now:

“Comply within 30 seconds or you will be ejected from the program” The ’30’ part was counting down to 0. My mind was still completely fucked by the fact that I now had a dick, but I wasn’t about to give up now. I scrambled out of the bed and situated myself into the chair. As soon as I laid my hands on the armrests, restraints automatically locked me into the chair by my wrists and ankles and the TV turned green before turning a solid white again. I laid there trembling and sweating for all of five seconds before my room door opened again. A new face strode into the room followed by two more guards. At this point, I couldn’t even tell if these were the same guards or not.

The leader was another woman. She wore an unbuttoned lab coat, and a button up shirt underneath. Unsurprisingly, her shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a little bit of cleavage. Her long blonde hair was done in a ponytail, and bright blue eyes shone through glasses perched low on her nose. She stopped a couple feet short of my chair. “Ms. Little, or may I call you Annie?” She calmly asked. Her smile suggested this was a normal sight to her. A naked, petite, girl with a goddamn cock didn’t scare her in the slightest, and I wasn’t really sure if I should’ve been scared or relieved of that fact.

With a raised voice, I said “Uh, you can call me whatever the hell you want as long as you tell me what the hell is going on!” and glanced between my dick and her.

She took another step toward me. “I know it’s shocking, but please know this is completely expected. The drug is working as intended, and will be reversed when you leave. My name is Doctor Allison Werner, but you can call me Alli if you want. This first test I’m conducting right now is simple. I just want to know if your penis is fully functional!” Her cheery tone was doing wonders to calm me down.

“Fully functional? What do you mean, like pis- uh, I mean, urinating?”

Alli chuckled at my question, and returned, “Yes, but more importantly gain an erection and, if stimulated enough, ejaculate. We can do this one of two ways- I can inject some more drugs into you-” she reached into her lab coat and produced a small syringe, “or we can do it the old fashioned way!” With her other hand, she unbuttoned another three buttons of her shirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Before I could answer her, I felt my dick twitch. Previous to meeting all these perverts, I considered myself one hundred percent straight, but I couldn’t look away from those glorious round tits. They could easily fill a D cup if she had decided to wear a bra. Meanwhile, Allison averted her gaze to my dick.

She smiled and said, “That’s what I was thinking too, honey.” Her voice took on a lower, sexier tone, and it was absolutely melting me. She quickly snapped her fingers, and the two guards left the room so it was just me and the good doctor. My cock was at full mast at this point. She took a seat on a stool in between my feet, and slowly wrapped her hand around my pillar. I gasped as a sudden pulse of pleasure spread through my body. She held her hand there, unmoving, letting me adjust to the new sensation. “You like that, huh? Just wait, it’s going to get a lot better, but for now…” She trailed off before producing a small tape measure from her pocket. She unrolled some of it along my cock, before saying, “Ok, right around five and half inches long, and…” She readjusted the tape measure to wrap around me, “about five inches around. Not too bad for someone as petite as you, Annie. I will say-,” her tone got even sexier, “It looks absolutely delicious.” I groaned as I felt a wet warmth envelope my cockhead. She wrapped her lips around it, and slowly moved her head up and down, keeping only my head in her mouth. I could feel her tongue circle around it before she suddenly removed her hand around my base, and plunged her head down on my member and held it there for a couple seconds. She slowly bobbed her head up and down my length, and soon enough my entire shaft was covered in her saliva. Her tongue traced along the underside of my girlcock as she continued to gently service me for another minute or two before completely coming off. “Mmm, How does that feel, girl?” She said with half-lidded eyes.

My breath was ragged, but I managed to reply, “Oh my god, I think- I think I’m close. Please don’t stop.” I had to take a breath between every word.

She smiled again, and lowered her head back onto my cock. Every time her lips met the base of my cock, she let out a small gag. I could feel her tongue working my shaft as her lips went up and down. Soon enough I felt something tighten down there. A pressure started growing as Alli kept throatfucking herself on my cock.

“H- Hey Doc. I think I’m gonna come soon” I managed to get through clenched teeth.

Alli smiled around my cock and winked at me while my dick began to disappear into her mouth even faster until I couldn’t hold it anymore. I shut my eyes and let out a long groan as I felt short spurts come out my dick and down her throat. When I finished, my cock softened and slowly left the doctor’s lips.

“Mmm, thank you for that, Annie. I look forward to our next test.” She stood back up, redid the buttons on her shirt making sure to leave a little of cleavage out, and picked up a clipboard from beside my chair. I saw her write some things on the clipboard, and turned to leave. Before the door closed behind her, she glanced back over her shoulder and smiled at me. Soon after the door closed, the restraints came undone, and I was free to move again. I took a few deep breaths before getting back up and immediately lying down on the bed spread eagle. I laid there as a timer started on the TV. This time it was set for 12 hours. I was too exhausted and confused to really care so I drifted off to sleep.

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