29 Temmuz 2013 Pazartesi

Farm Hands

I’ll remember this day for the rest of my years. It was a hot day, not unlike any other here in rural Kansas. It was another bad year for crops; the source of our livelihood. Despite the drought we had hired on a farm hand. I couldn’t take care of our animals by myself, sustaining the injury I had sustained days previously.

The nearest town was a few miles away, a travel across the open prairie I dreaded. The only other problem I had with the small town was the rumors. They spread like wild fire. Everyone in town knew your business before you did. Our town was so small that if you blinked you’d miss it. A few stores dotted Main Street, one bank that handled all our monetary transactions, and two diners both run by local women of the town.

Today is Friday. I got up earlier than usual, dressed just as I usually did my arm still in a sling. I ate breakfast; this was one of the first mornings I had to cook for myself. I grabbed my keys and got in the truck, after cleaning up from breakfast. I drove out the long dusty road that made our driveway, turned onto another dusty dirt road that led to town. Another 30 miles until town, I turned on the radio. I traveled roughly five miles before the sun rose. The heat was to extreme already, I knew today was going to be a terrible day. I stopped the truck alongside the road. I put it in park as I hopped out the door.

I stood beside the truck, I took my clothes off. It was too hot and it was the only way I knew of to beat the heat, especially when the AC in the truck didn’t work. I piled my clothes in the center seat next to me. I climbed back into the cab. I shifted the vehicle into drive, after easing on to the road gently. I gunned it. I could go as fast as I wanted. The nearest house was 28 miles away, at the end of the road.

I sped across the plane at 70 MPH. The dust behind me was trailing for miles as I looked back in the mirror. I smiled as I slowed the truck down; I came to a complete stop far out of the reach of the dust cloud. I climbed out of the cab, redressed, in what would have been a few seconds if I weren’t handicapped. I sped back on to the road and traveled on the next two miles at a legal speed. I honked the horn as I drove by the nearest neighbor and the first house on the road.

I hit blacktop. I drove through town, observing whatever may be new. It had been nearly a month since I had been to town. Nothing much changed there were a few little things to be noted. I drove to the other side of town, a whopping three miles. The gas station, only gas station in town served as a bus stop anytime a bus came to town. I parked alongside the road as the people unloaded from the bus. Holding a sign I quickly drafted as I ate breakfast, I drew attention to myself. The guy who was to be our help walked over.

“Jace?” I asked.
“Yes sir.” He answered the Texan accent thick like syrup yet smooth like water.
“My name is Evan.”
“Nice to meet you.” He said as he extended his right hand.

After I shook his hand, I led him to the truck and we headed to the house.
“Got everything you’re going to need?” I asked.
“Yes sir.” He replied.
“Please don’t call me sir.” I asked.
“May I call you Evan then?”
“That’s fine, I just don’t like Sir, it makes me feel old.”
“Okay Evan.” He said my name like an odd taste on his tongue.

We drove out of town and onto the dirt road.
“So how old are you?” I asked.
“18.” He answered shyly.
“No reason to be shy Jace, you’re living in the same house on the same farm with me for a while, might as well get to know each other.”
“Sorry, this is just my first time being this far away from anyone I know.”

I had to admit that he was right. I also had to admit that he was sexy. His frame was something to be proud of. I knew I was going to enjoy seeing him every day and every night.
“Forgive me for being so brash but you’re handsome.”

He blushed. I hoped I didn’t make him more nervous.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I said making eye contact.
“It’s okay, you’re not too bad yourself.”

“Were you a football player or something?”
“I ran track and played soccer.” He answered.
“Do you still run?”
“On occasion.”

“You’re lucky then, out here you can run for a good distance without being bothered. Not trying to creep you out or anything, but the nearest house is about 30 miles from the farm.”
“Holy shit.” He swore.
“What?”
“Talk about privacy.”

“Oh, yeah. Out at the ranch you can run around naked if you want, no one there to complain. Not that anyone would complain” Realizing what I had just said, I blushed.
His gaze returned to the floor. I prayed I hadn’t said the wrong thing. The truck purred as my foot pressed on the accelerator, pushing it closer to the floor. Out across the prairie we went cruising at a blistering pace. After what seemed like an hour we were there. I turned up the drive and parked in front of the house.

“You want to see your room or the farm?”
“My room please.”
We walked into the house met by the chill of the AC it was heaven. I got chills.

“We’ll start here. This is the living room; the television is one of the only ways to contact the outside world. The phone is over there by the couch, another over in the kitchen. Follow me.”
We trekked all over the house exploring the place. When I showed him his room his eyes lit up. Our house was rather big and featured five bedrooms, each of modest size.”
“It’s huge.” He said as he turned around taking in the room.

“Yeah. You can put your clothes in the wardrobe over there. The closet has some junk in it. I can move it to the basement if you want.”
“I don’t have many clothes; don’t worry about the stuff in the closet.”
“Let me show you to the bathroom. Sorry to say but you’ll be sharing it with me.”
“That’s not a big problem.”

My room was directly next door. I choose to put him in this room just for that reason.
I opened the door leading from his room to the bathroom, “Don’t worry it locks. Towels and wash rags in are in this closet here.”
He seemed amazed by the house so far.

“If you’ll follow me.” I said as I opened the door on the other side of the bathroom, that lead to my room, “This is my room. If you need anything, anything at all just ask.”

My room, which I had cleaned the night prior, was spotless.
“If there isn’t anything to do I‘d like to retire to my room.”
“No problem, I’ll get you around dinner time.”
“Okay.”

“Do you have a computer or anything?” I asked.
“A laptop yeah.”
“Tell me when you get settled and I’ll hitch you up to the router.”
“Okay, if that’s not an issue.”
“It won’t be, I imagine you can use it to talk to your family back home.”
“Yeah, my mama will miss me for a little while.”

I closed the door connecting my room to the bathroom as he walked through his door. I needed some time alone for a few minutes. I just hoped that he didn’t need anything within the next 10 minutes. I locked both doors to my room, turned out the lights, logged onto my computer. I opened a porn site I frequented often. Images of men filled my eyes as my dick grew hard. My mind wandered from the men on the screen to the man in the next room. His accent was a major turn on. His respect for me as his employer was amazing. The only thing more amazing was his body. His arms were nicely muscled, not overly thick. His legs were clearly defined. I assumed he had a six pack, and that it was clearly defined.

His face was in a league all its own. His eyes were a sexy green; I could see what he was thinking. He wasn’t just shy, he was shy for a reason, but what was his reason? I wanted to find out, but later I had something else I needed to do.

My hand gripped my fabric engulfed erection. I was close, and I had barely made contact. As I slipped my pants from my thighs there was a knock at the door. Oh shit! I screamed in my head. As quietly as I could I pulled my pants up ignoring my throbbing prick as I tucked it into the waistband of my pants.

I opened the door rather slowly; it could only be one person.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I need to ask a favor of you.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s not a favor it’s more of a thing that you should know about me.”

“What’s that?” I asked, I was genuinely curious now.
“Evan, I understand if you look at me differently but. . . I thought you needed to know.”
“I don’t know anything, you haven’t told me anything.”
“I’m gay.”

“Well,” I said, his words echoed in my ears. I guess I took too long to reply.
“Evan, I’m sorry.”
“Why would you be sorry?” I asked.
“Just because.” His shyness returned.
“Jace, you couldn’t comprehend how I feel.”
“I could if you told me.”

I closed the distance between us, locking lips with him. My eager tongue thrashed around, trying to gain entrance. He denied.
“Evan, what. . .”
“I said you couldn’t comprehend how I felt. I may have just met you, but I like you.”
“Evan, I would like to get to know you better before things get too hasty.”

Good Lord, his voice had the same effect as nails on a chalkboard. The sound of him saying my name made my erection throb.
“Jace, to be honest with you. I’m bi.”
“I figured you were something other than straight in the truck when you told me I was handsome.”
“Well you are, I’m quite taken by your beauty.”

“I think I could get to know you better later, right now I wanna do this.”
He closed the distance between us. His lips met mine in an explosion of emotions. His tongue was doing the probing this time. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist, pulling him close like he was going to fly away at any moment. He broke the kiss and showed another of his dazzling smiles.

I gestured towards my crotch, “See what you do to me?”
Gesturing at his crotch, “The feeling is mutual.”

The idea of showing him my most private area, just after meeting him did strike me as odd, but I didn’t care I wanted him. I’m almost certain he was a bit reluctant as I grabbed the waist band of his shorts and drug them down to the floor beneath. His whitey-titeys strained with the bulging member trying to intrude in the conversation. The smell was unlike any other; Pure masculinity. I was on a high as I hooked my fingers in the underwear and tugged them down slowly to where the now lay. The floor’ on top of his pants.

His cock was amazing. The size of that thing made my eyes bulge. He had to have been part horse or something. His balls hung low in a tan hairless sack. His dick’s base rested on a bushy plot of black pubes. My hand met his shaft. I stroked, as I did he moaned a bit. I knew what I needed to do now.

I took the head of his erection into my mouth, being careful to avoid tearing his dick with my teeth. He moaned as his hips thrust forwards, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. The cutest part was that even his moans carried his accent. I was astounded by how much of his cock I could actually take into my mouth. I had half, of what I assumed was nine inches, in the back of my mouth and throat. I tried my best to tease his prick with my tongue. He moaned loudly. I wanted to moan, but the attempt was useless. I fondled one of his large ball sin my hand, rolling it between my fingers.

Despite my best attempts he withheld his load from me for a long time. Until finally his hips bucked wildly, choking on his cock I braced myself the best I could for what was to come. His load flooded my mouth and throat. I nearly choked with each passing rope of his tasty cum. I had never tasted anything that delicious before.

His cock shrunk in size, looking less daunting as it did. He watched as I swallowed his creamy load. He grinned. He motioned for me to stand up. I did. He got on his knees before me, my cock, still trapped in my pants, seething. My dick wanted release. I wanted release. I didn’t want it I needed it.

“Do you want to take this a step further?” I asked hesitantly.
“Maybe, after I repay you for the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” He answered, his face shown with excitement.

He took my hand to help me up. I kissed him, my teeth purposefully snagging his bottom lip as I pulled away. He was ready, and so was I. Jace got on his knees in front of me. My cock, still being smothered by the stressed denim was begging for his touch. The button of my pants sprang free, the work of his talented fingers. The zipper was just as easily overcome. My jeans slid down my legs slowly, too slowly.

My underwear bulged, my dick was waiting. His fingers found the waistband. He tore them down blistering fast, boy oh boy, he meant business. As my underwear lay at my ankles his mouth approached and engulfed my dick. I moaned in ecstasy as his tongue danced over the tip of my erection. He looked up at me; I saw nothing but lust in his green eyes.

I tousled his hair with my hand, the silky smooth brown locks parted for my fingers only to grasp them once more. My hand wandered down to his jawline. The appearance of slight stubble tickled my hand; course like sandpaper, yet smooth like cream. His mouthed formed an O shape as he accommodated my length and girth. I moaned again as his teeth lightly scrapped the top of my shaft, catching on my head. Wherever he was from, he must have had some practice. My head rolled back as I moaned his name Jace.

My breath caught in my throat, as my face flushed from the flames I felt devouring my body. I felt like I was on fire. His teeth lightly grated my dick once more; too much. My body tensed, my sight went blurry as he struck the final nerve. I came, shooting my load into his mouth. He milked every last drop out of me. He swallowed my load, loud gulps audible. He stood up, letting my spent dick escape the confines of his moist mouth. He kissed me deeply; I could taste a hint of something that hadn’t been there the last time we kissed; the taste of my own cum.

His lips moved from mine; his hot breath dancing on my skin. Damn, he was hot. The smile on his face was stunning; his teeth glistened in the dim light of the room. His lips waltzed up my jaw line. I moaned quietly, it was a barely audible whimper. His name escaped my lips; Jace. He took a step back. His body, no longer touching mine, begged for attention. The muscles rippled beneath his pale torso. His breaths were slow and relaxed, despite the hot air in the room.

I melted into him. My head resting on one of his strong shoulders. My ear, firmly pressed upon his shoulder, registered the sound of his heart. I felt my body shudder as I collapsed into his arms. I was his.
“Jace,” I asked, “Will you take me?”

“Only if you’ll have me, Evan.” Hearing his voice say my name the way it did, I knew he loved me.
“Of course, I’ll have you.”

He was all mine, and I his. We walked further into the bedroom, to the bed. He lay down on the bed. I lay beside him. I watched as his breaths deepened, his chest heaved with his breaths. I watched him sleep for a while, until, I myself fell asleep.

My dreams that night were full of images of him; his face in the moment of orgasmic agony, his muscles rippling beneath his skin; the sound of my name, with the tang of his accent. Even though I was asleep, I smiled. He was mine, and I hoped he would be for the rest of the time he was working here, and forever after.

-B. Markus

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26 Temmuz 2013 Cuma

Busted At Work

There was something about working in the office on Saturday mornings that made me horny. Perhaps it was the drudgery of sitting at my computer crunching numbers or tapping out reports for the month-end deadline. Perhaps it was resentment for the boss, Tanner, bubbling under the surface and sublimating into something else. Or perhaps it was just the dank, motionless air, the darkness of the empty offices and the languid shadows that stirred my stony loneliness. But inevitably, by mid-morning, the emotional lump in my heart, that pit of desire, had throbbed outward to my skin and warmed it, turned it lustful and desirous, even as I continued to hammer away at my work.

Tanner, the boss, was rarely there on Saturday -- a relief. He was exacting, overbearing, intimidating and -- hugely successful. In Tannerland, there was only one way to do things -- his way. And there were no boundaries, for everything was his: He might read your mail before you got it, and mark it up with his directions; He might ask why you kept a separate file of your work in your desk; or where you were on your lunch hour. He probed everywhere, and where He probed He questioned, and corrected and set straight. There was no privacy from the probe and, frankly, if we all had not been paid so well, none of us would have worked there. But paid like princes we were, and we marched to Tanner's tune.

He had only one blind spot - computers, and was totally illiterate where they were concerned. This was a matter of great glee to the rest of us, who regularly exchanged emails deriding him, and tittered at how the spell-check regularly wanted to change his name from Tanner to Tamper. He delegated all computer matters to Shirley, a matronly secretary who was only partially computer literate herself.

Mid-morning, last Saturday, that point was almost upon me when the desire between my legs would overtake the discipline of my mind, when I heard some steps and rustling in the hallway. Folks usually don't come in on the weekends, so I knew to be a bit careful. I got up from my desk and peeked out my door. There, down the hall, at a secretary's desk outside Tanner's corner office, a young, red-haired woman was looking through a file folder. The light streamed in from the window behind her, and I could see her young, lithe body outlined beneath a flimsy shift.

She had perky breasts and a round behind, skin white as milk with a spray of pinkish freckles across her nose. She moved with the jerky aplomb of a young woman who thinks she's just learned about everything, as she put the folder down on the desk and turned to the cabinet to take out another. I realized quickly that she was looking at personnel files - Shirley, the secretary - had left early on Friday and apparently had failed to lock the cabinet.

The young woman took out another file and placed it on the desk before her, then sat down. So intent on her reading was she that she was oblivious to my stealthily slipping down the hall.

She began to do something that I'd never seen before, something unbelievable. She first raised her left hand to her right breast, and began caressing the nipple. I could see it harden beneath the thin fabric, and as it did, she squeezed it between her index finger and thumb. Then she pinched it a bit, rubbed the breast with her entire hand, and pinched again, hard, twisting the nipple a bit. I imagined the tip of it getting harder and redder as she worked it, and the downy hairs on her breasts standing up while the backs of her legs turned to goose bumps. In the meantime, her other hand slipped between her legs. I watched as her fingers pulled back the dress, and the hand worked in a circular motion between her legs.

Already my cock had gotten thick in my jeans, and I was stroking the tip of it through them. It was throbbing and straining, and I could feel a small drop of wetness at its tip. As she worked one hand on her breast and the other on her crotch, I increased the pace of the strokes on my dick, which was pushing mercilessly against my underwear. I imagined slipping it between those white thighs, up that skirt and into the wet recesses of her pussy.

But of course I couldn't do that.

I had a better idea. I slipped my hand into my jeans and pushed my dick down to where it wouldn't be obvious.

Then I stepped out of the office and purposefully strode down the hall toward her. I cleared my throat loudly. The young woman immediately dropped her hands, closed the folder and gasped. Then she stood up, as she turned and saw me. Her face turned red.

"What do you think you're doing here?" I demanded in a strict voice.

"Oh! You must be Mr. Tanner," she said pertly. "I'm Jennifer. I'm a friend of Shirley's, the secretary? You know she had to leave early yesterday, and she asked me to bring her home some files to work on so they'd be ready Monday."

Why, she thought I was Tanner I'll never know. But it gave me a plausible opening and I decided to play the role. "Let me see that file," I demanded. She handed it over demurely. It was a personnel file for Stacy, a slutty tramp who worked in Receivables. There were some rumors that Stacy was into cybersex and that Shirley had tipped off Tanner, who was going to lower the boom, soon. I glanced in the file she'd been reading. Then I understood. My next move was obvious.

"I can just gather up the files Shirley needed and get out of here. She wanted to make sure you had everything for Monday," she said. Her initial perkiness was gone. I could see that she was getting nervous. Her face was fully flushed, and both of her nipples were standing out prominently.

"This won't do," I said. "These are confidential personnel files. There is no way they can leave this office. You're obviously up to something. Come into my office," I directed.

I stepped into Tanner's corner office, and motioned her to sit on his black leather sofa. Then standing in front of her, I handed her the file she had had and told her to open it.

"Is this what you were reading?" I demanded.

She hesitated. "I guess so." she said, lamely.

"And what is it?"

"It's some kind of email printout, I guess."

"And it's to an employee of this company, isn't it?"

"I guess so. I really don't know about these things." She was acting much more innocent than she was.

"Well, Jennifer, I think you know more than you let on. Shirley knows not to take personnel files out of here, so you must be up to something else. But we'll get to that later. Now is this what you were reading at her desk?"

"I guess so," she said quietly. She was breathing quickly and shallowly, clearly afraid.

"Let's find out. Why don't you read it to me aloud?"

"You mean?" Her voice trailed off and her eyes welled with tears.

"It's good enough to read to yourself, isn't it?" I growled. She just looked at me. "Then it's good enough to read aloud. And if you don't want to get in trouble for breaking and entering and trespassing, you'll read it."

"I guess so," she said. And then she started to read:

Sex is the most intimate form of communication that two people can have, and something that I've always strongly believed in. When I learned that I was an exhibitionist, it just strengthened this belief. Let me tell you about an example.

As you know, I prefer to travel alone because a companion would inhibit my exhibitionistic adventures. Last year, in Paris, I decided to attend the ballet, which performs at the old Opera Garnier - the old magnificent opera house that in recent times is most famous for the Phantom but that has a distinguished and renowned history as the home of the Paris opera company (which has since moved on to new quarters) and is now the home of the ballet. Unlike modern theaters, when the house is full, it has seats that fold down into the aisles, so that once the performance starts, there is simply no way for anyone to leave until the intermission.

I dressed up in a sheer silk blouse with, of course, no bra and a very short leather skirt that rode up my thighs when I sat down. I had an orchestra seat, midway back in the theatre, with a very handsome man to my left and an older woman on my right. The man to my left, who appeared to be with his wife, had noticed me when I sat down, and as the curtain rose and the lights went down, I could see him eyeing my primly crossed legs. The house was packed, and the folding seats went down, with the last of the audience sitting in them.

As the ballet started, I shifted back and forth in my seat. Each time I did so, my skirt rode further up my thighs; the man to my left watched closely as the hemline rose, bit by bit. The ballet proceeded, and midway through the first act, I unbuttoned the top button of my blouse, so that the man to my left had a generous view of my breasts. He glanced over, and his eyes fixed on my nipples. I knew I had established a connection, an intimate connection with a complete stranger, someone who perhaps did not even speak my own language. Yet there was a thread between us of the most primal kind, a teather through which was signaled our most basic urges. Just knowing this was like having ice pressed to my breasts, and my nipples responded, becoming erect and pressing against the raw silk of my blouse. I turned my head slightly in his direction and caught his eye; I let the corners of my mouth turn up in a slight smile. He blushed and looked away, back at the performance. I raised my right hand to my left breast and touched the nipple, then squeezed it; then I rubbed the entire breast, then squeezed and twisted the nipple once again. I could see the man was watching me out of the corner of his eye. A lump had appeared in his pants, and he adjusted his coat and program so that his wife would not see.

I reached into my bag and secretly took out a small, white vibrator. I first made sure the man to my left saw it, and then, holding it in my left hand, I placed it between my legs and inched it up my inner thighs. The tip of the vibrator was warm and gentle but silently humming. My skirt slipped up further, and I could just touch my clitoris with the tip of the vibrator. I placed it lightly on the top of my clit, and then drew it down slowly between my labia, then back up again, ever so slowly. Then back down again, and up. Each time it reached the top, I would slowly circle my clit with the warm tip. I was very wet, and my juices flooded between my legs.

The man to my left had grown a huge hard-on in his suit pants, and he had built a kind of little tent with his ballet program and coat to conceal it from his wife. With his right hand he was stroking his dick through his pants with the same rhythm that I was stroking my clitoris. And it was all in time to the music of the orchestra! There we were, two strangers, dancing a ballet of closest intimacy amid a crowd of strangers. I slipped down further in the seat, so that he could see the lips of my pussy and the little dildo working up and down my crack, and around and around my clit, which was now huge and engorged. I spread my legs a bit more, and slid the tip of the dildo inside me, then pulled it out. Then I raised it again, caressing the pink, swollen lips of my crack, and then pressing the humming pecker down hard on my hungry clit. Once again I took the tip down and pushed it inside me, this time a bit further than the last, like a hot cock pushed in up to the rim.

The man to my left was now gripping his cock firmly in his fist through his pants, rhythmically jerking on it as I slid the vibrator in and out. The darkness shrouded his actions, and the rest of the audience were oblivious to our play. His eyes were averted in my direction, so that every stroke he took mimicked mine; I could read his mind and heart, I knew that he was with me, fucking me in his fantasy, and I knew that he was reading my mind, knowing that I was fucking him, consuming his swollen cock inside my hungry pussy, pressing my hot clitoris against his pelvis.

I caught the man's eye, and smiled at him. The intensity of the vibrator was overcoming me, as beads of sweat broke out on my brow. My clit was hard as a rock, and I could stand it no longer. I thrust the dildo into me, up to the hilt, while with the other hand I rubbed my clit furiously. I clenched my teeth together to keep from screaming as I came, fucking myself furiously. Suddenly my whole body shuddered as the climax passed through me. The man to my left was in a spasm, as the orchestra crashed down with a thunderous finale to the first act. And then, as the lights came up, he turned to me and smiled.

She stopped, closed the file folder and looked up at me from Tanner's couch. Her nipples were hard and pointing out; her legs were slightly spread. Here dark riveted themselves on mine, and her lips parted slightly. The tip of her tongue, barely visible, ran along her lower lip. I unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my jeans and underwear, revealing my hardened cock. I stepped forward to her, and she took it in her hand. Then she looked upward at me and placed the underside of it, just beneath the head, on her lips, and nibbled at it gently with her teeth. Her mouth then ran down the shaft to my balls and back up again. She took the head in her mouth and ran her tongue around the rim, then took it out again, sliding down the back side of the shaft with the tip of her tongue. Reaching the base, she bent down and forward, and sucked my balls all the way in to her hot, wet mouth. I was ready to come at that moment, ready to shoot my wad all over Tanner's pretty black couch, but I restrained myself, and placed my hand on her head. Gently I pushed her back on the couch.

Instinctively, she lay all the way back and lifted her legs high into the air, exposing her open pussy to me. Her clitoris was already hard and exposed and her labia were engorged and red. I got on my knees and brought my face close to her; then with my fingers I spread the lips to expose the pearl of her clit, and blew lightly on and around it. Then I took the very tip of my tongue and teased it gently, daring it to grow bigger and harder. I flicked my tongue quickly back and forth across the uppermost part of it, then drew back and blew again on it.

I spread her lips wider, opening her crack all the way, and drew my tongue down from the clitoris slowly to the warm crevice of her vagina; then I went back up and back down again. At the bottom, I stuck my tongue into her gently and slowly fucked her hole with my tongue. She struggled and moaned; then I raised up and went back to her clit. Now I took it all the way into my hot mouth, with as much of her inner labia as I could, and flicked my tongue back and forth over the hot little button.

She cried out and thrust her legs out as she came; and came; and came. Then she pulled me up to her by my hair, grabbed my ass and thrust my hard cock into her wet, warm pussy. I pounded her with my pelvis as our mouths met and our tongues explored each others throats. I came almost immediately, flooding her young body with my hot seed. She felt my spasm and pulled me closer, jamming my knob into her as far as it would go. And then it was quiet. We held each other, drenched with sweat, panting in unison, the room smelling of sex. Perhaps we dozed a bit, perhaps we dreamed; it seemed a long time passed.

Then I got up, as did she. We dressed quickly and in silence. My mind was spinning with what I should say. I wanted to see her again, I wanted to have this experience again but I was, of course, Tanner, as far as she was concerned. I decided I would come clean and tell her who I was. Surely she was as pleased as I.

Then she surprised me. She picked up the file folder from the floor and retrieved the email message. She tore it into tiny pieces, which she then dropped into her purse. And then she said, "Mr. Tanner, I don't think you want to make any trouble for my friend Shelly with her emails, now do you? They tell me sexual harassment is a big hassle. You don't want to find out, do you? So maybe you can just put her folder back in the cabinet. You'll forget about that investigation of her for sending dirty emails on the company's computer, and I'll forget about what just happened. Deal?"

I was stunned. Before I could respond, she had dropped the folder in front of me, turned and disappeared. I picked it up, ambled out into the hall, put it back in the file cabinet and then locked it. I walked down the hall to my office.

Then I shuddered a bit. If Tanner was in fact investigating Shelly, the probe would go on, my tryst with Jennifer would be exposed, and...well, it got too complicated to think about.

It took me another hour or so to finish up my work, and in the meantime, I stopped by Tanner's office to make sure there were no telltale signs of bodily fluids on his couch or the lingering smell of sex. Then, as I was just packing up to leave, I heard footsteps in the hallway. At first, I thought perhaps Jennifer was back. But then I noticed they had a familiar ring, and in a moment, Tanner's familiar, unpleasant face appeared in my doorway.

"Paul, I'm glad you're here," he said. "You know, I want you to do something. I'm not terribly good at this computer stuff -- I know you guys send emails about Tanner and Tamper -- and Shirley was telling me that some of the employees have been using the company computer for improper purposes. But she found something yesterday that apparently was so gross she had to leave early. You know Shirley, she's rather straightlaced." I imagined, briefly, matronly Shirley running home and stroking herself off!

Tanner paused, and lifted the silvered glass globe that resided on my desk to his eyes. I could see the reflection, distorted as though he were in a fun house, turning his face into a mask. He continued, "In any event, I was wondering if you could look into it - I'll make sure you get access to everyone's passwords so you can read their email - and then give me a full report. I don't want any hanky panky around this place! You have my support, Paul - go in there and probe away, and tell me what's happening and what we should do!"

With that he turned and disappeared. I leaned back in my chair, placing both hands behind my head, basking in a brief moment of smugness.

“I'll get right on it Tanner!” I yelled down the hall.


-Glimmerman

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24 Temmuz 2013 Çarşamba

Haunted House

Vanessa sighed, picking up the last bit of her items inside the cardboard box that had assisted her move into her new, gorgeous home. She placed the item, an antique vase that her mother had given to her before she diseased, on to the shelf that she had set up in her room.

"All finished," She smiled, glancing around her new room. It was so much bigger than her old room and so much nicer.

Vanessa had been waiting years to move out of the cramped up home that she had shared with her mom since she was 7 years old. She would've been gone the day she turned 18, but her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Vanessa had stayed to help her mom while she was ill and saved up money to get her own place one day. Her mother passed away on her 22nd birthday, leaving Vanessa hearbroken and alone.

Nearly two months after her mom's passing, Vanessa came across the Victorian home she had always dreamed of. It was perfect.

Though, she was still alone, the house made her feel complete. There was just something about it.

Vanessa was alone, but she was not an ugly girl. Her body was toned and fit from all the daily work outs she did. Her hair was a chestnut brown, which worked well with her light blue eyes and tan skin. Her chest wasn't too big, but not to small either. She was actually beautiful.

"I'm so tired," Vanessa yawned. She changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed, excited about falling asleep in her new home for the first time. It didn't take her long to drift off into a dreamless slumber.

Vanessa's eyes fluttered open in the middle of the night. She looked at the clock on her shelf. It was only 1 in the morning. She closed her eyes, hoping to fall back to sleep.

Her eyes flew open again when she felt a pair of hands grasp her thighs.

"What the hell?" She shouted, trying to kick the person who had grabbed her. Vanessa pulled back the covers, but no one was there. She tried to sit up. Some kind of force was holding her down, though. She looked around for any kind of restraints or ropes, but there was nothing. She just couldn't move.

"Stop!" She screamed at the invisible presence that surrounded her.

Vanessa's eyes widened as a pair of sissors floated towards her, cutting her tank top to shreds. It continued to her shorts. She was left in just her thong. The invisible hands that grabbed her legs were now gently rubbing the clothed material between her legs. She felt a pair of lips on hers and a tongue being pushed into her mouth.

"Vanessa," Someone whispered. It was a man's voice. Soothing, but rough at the same time.

"Who are you?" Vanessa asked once the lips moved away from her's.

A womanly voice sighed. "We won't hurt you," it whispered.

Vanessa gasped as she felt her thong being pulled down and something warm and wet sliding over her nipple.

Two fingers slid inside Vanessa's wet pussy, thrusting in and out, slowly. She gasped.

"She's so tight," The womanly voice sighed again. "Are you a virgin?"

Vanessa nodded her head. She had never been sexually involved with anyone.

Two more fingers joined the others in Vanessa's hot cunt, causing her to gasp in pain. The thrusts sped up a little.

"We need to widen her, but she's already in pain," the woman said.

"She is very tight," The man moaned. "Lick her, Natalie."

Vanessa nearly cried out in shock when she felt a tongue start licking and sucking on her clit.

'Are they both fingering my pussy?' Vanessa thought, shivering from the intensity. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the pain subsided and pleasure took over.

"Oh, God!" Vanessa moaned, loudly. The fingers pulled out, leaving her begging for more.

"The brush," Natalie whispered. "Hard and fast, John."

Vanessa felt weight being lifted off the bed as she guessed John had gotten up. Her brush that was laying on her vanity table began floating in the air.

"Very hard and fast," Natalie whispered again. "She can handle it."

Vanessa eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw the brush coming towards her wet core at a fast pace. Her brush never looked big, until now. The handle was at least 7 inches long.

She watched the handle push its way into her throbbing pussy. She screamed in delight. It pulled out and stabbed back in, over and over. Vanessa gripped the sheets tightly. She was in so much pleasure, but she was enjoying it. It turned her on.

"Harder," She screamed. She could feel her hymen being ripped completely. The thrusting sped up until it was pounding her pussy at an abnormal rate.

"She seems to like the pain," John noticed, pulling the brush out of her cunt. The brush floated up to Vanessa's mouth, pushing between her lips. "Lick it."

Vanessa did as she was told, swirling her tongue around the handle. She loved the way her juices tasted. She could even taste the blood from her shredded hymen.

"That's enough for tonight, John. She's exhausted," Natalie said.

Natalie's first night in the house was definitely not what she expected, at all. Most people would have left the house after that night. Not Vanessa. She didn't want to leave. She loved the house and it's ghostly residents. She knew that these little late night visits were far from over.

-Layla

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22 Temmuz 2013 Pazartesi

Breaking the Rules

I had been harboring a secret: I was in a relationship with Brian but I was lusting after his half-brother, Chris. Too much of a good girl to act on my crush and give in to the desire, I had kept my feelings to myself. But when us three went on holiday together, the sexual tension between Chris and I was almost too much. Then I caught Brian with another woman and finally realizes I had been with the wrong person all along. I rushed to Chris's hotel room, where it becomes obvious that I was not just looking for a shoulder to cry on. But would the play-it-safe Julie throw caution to the wind, surrender to her sensual side, and learn that being naughty is so much more fun than being nice?

Julie was surprisingly calm, considering the circumstances. Walking aimlessly down the hotel hallway, she wondered if this had been a blessing in disguise. Brian's brother, Chris, was staying in the same hotel room. She had fantasizes about what might happen on the trip, but till now they were just that- fantasies. Filled with a sudden sense of freedom, she walked down the stairs to Chris's room. She hesitated briefly before knocking. Chris opened the door, standing in his boxers. He could almost feel the heat of his gaze as it traveled across his broad chest and down his flat abdomen. "Is something wrong?" he asked. She walked in a perched herself on the edge of the bed. "What's going on Julie?" he asked, sitting next to her. "I just caught Brian having sex with another woman." "oh...wow," he stuttered. "I'm sorry." So this is what she'd come for: to be comforted. Chris tried to hide his disappointment. Then she ran her hand down his chest. "Lets not waste our breath talking about him," she whispered. "I've always put him first. Tonight I want to go after something I really want. And that's you." Chris hesitated. "You're upset," he said. "I don't think you want to do this." Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh. "Oh I'm pretty sure I do." She pressed her lips to his. Chris pulled away and took off her shirt and bra. Julie moaned, pushing her hips toward him so he could feel her heat. "I've always wanted you, Chris." Fueled by the thought, he unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down, along with her underwear. He slid a hand down the firm plane of her belly, then lower, pressing his fingers into the warmth between her thighs. "Do you know," he asked, "how many times I've imagined this?" He wanted her now. He'd waited too many years. he stood up stripping off his boxers so his was standing naked before her. "Oh my," she said in a tiny voice as his erection sprang free. "This is going to be good, so good"

His hands trailed down to the moist flesh between her legs. Then his mouth followed. It was all so much more intense than she could have ever imagined. She'd always been too embarrassed to let another man do this to her, but her self-consciousness fled at the first firm flick of his tongue across her already over-sensitized flesh. She moaned in delight at the sweet, hot pressure of his lips. First one the two fingers slid inside her, teasing against a bundle of nerves she never knew existed. The firm pressure of his fingers sliding slowly in and out and the gentle suction of his lips and tongue sent her spiraling. She couldn't have held back her orgasm even if she wanted to. Her back arched and she cried out in ecstasy. Julies hands unclenched and flopped, palms up on either side of her head. Slowly she became aware of Chris, who was kissing his way up her belly and her rib cage. His hand reached up and threaded through her hair, while the other caught her leg and hitched it over his hip. "Ready for more?"

She tried to say yes but all the came out was a garbled, "Mmm." Before she'd realized what was happening, he'd ripped open a condom and rolled it on. Chris slowly squeezed inside, inch by tantalizing inch, until finally he was buried so deep, tingles jolted up her spine. The slick pressure and friction of him inside her renewed heat coursing through her. "You OK?" Chris asked. He looked beautiful and savaged as he held himself above her, his entire body rippling as he struggled to maintain control. She lifted her hips. "It feels good so unbelievably good." Sliding her hand down his back, she grasped his bum, pressing him even more deeply inside her. He began to move, slowly sliding in and out, groaning as she squeezed around him. He hooked his hands under her knees and pressed her thighs back against her chest. Her nails dug into his back, and her cries urged him on until another orgasm hit her with such force, she could have sworn she saw stars. Chris threw back his head, and a cry ripped from his throat as his own climax hit him. He collapsed on top of her, her arms and legs wrapped around him. She burrowed her face into his neck, completely satisfied. For years she wondered if the reality would live up to the fantasy. Now she knew the real thing was even better.

-Anonymous

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18 Temmuz 2013 Perşembe

Not As Shy As I Thought

For our twentieth wedding anniversary my wife and I went away for a long weekend in a villa in a holiday village. As part of her anniversary present I bought her a massage treatment in the villa. She has always been fairly shy and she didn't seem that keen on the idea, however she agreed provided I was out of the villa at the time. So I entered the squash tournament which was on at the same time as her appointment and this seemed to satisfy her. Before going out, however, I adjusted the curtains in the bedroom so there was a tiny gap I could see through from outside.

The villa was surrounded by woods, so I went off to squash as promised but doubled back round to behind the villa and took up my position by the gap in the curtains. After about a quarter of an hour she appeared in the bedroom and began taking off her clothes. She the laid on the bed face downwards and covered her bum with a towel. A few moments later a guy entered the room. He would have been about thirty years old, wearing tracksuit bottoms and the corporate T-shirt. He was talking to her, but I couldn't hear what was being said. He put some oil onto his hands and then gently began massaging her back. She had her faced turned towards the window, but had her eyes closed. She looked very peaceful, almost asleep in fact! And for quite some time he just worked on her back, occasionally adding more oil to his hands.

It became quite boring and I began to wish I'd gone to the squash tournament after all. Eventually he moved to her legs. The towel still in place he worked on her feet, then her calves, then her thighs, doing each leg in turn. She remained motionless throughout. She said something and he removed the towel. He now started to massage more generally, covering her back and her legs, perhaps concentrating a little on her bum. And as this continued he seemed to concentrate more and more on her thighs and her bum. She shifted her position a bit and appeared to me to open her legs slightly, but from my vantage point I could hardly tell. Then I noticed that as one hand massaged the top of her back the other stayed around her bum. He just held his hand still and I noticed that gradually she began to rub herself against his hand. This was very slow at first but gradually it became clear that she was rubbing herself off on his hand. He was smiling, but her face still showed no sign of emotion.

Then he said something else and she turned over on the bed. I expected her shyness to be more apparent now but she lay on her back completely naked, eyes closed, whilst he seemed to examine her body, tracing his hands around her breasts and touching her face. He asked her something and she nodded. Then he removed his T-shirt. She opened her eyes, looked him over, smiled and closed her eyes again. I couldn't believe what was happening and I was starting to wonder how far this would go and how long the pretence of a massage would continue. As if to answer my question he went down to her feet, gently parted her legs further, knelt on the bed and put his head between her legs. And still she lay motionless as he went to work on her with his tongue. I was spellbound and realised that I had a raging erection.

After a couple of minutes he got off the bed and went round and started massaging her breasts and the top half of her body. And for a minute I thought maybe that was the extras over with. Then I noticed that she was massaging him through his tracksuit bottoms. He said something to her and she pulled the front down and his semi-erect cock sprang out. And without a thought she simply rolled her head over and put him into her mouth. And I thought of all the arguments we'd had over her refusal to perform oral on me and here she was sucking a complete stranger. And she was clearly really into it. He pushed his tracksuit bottoms to the floor and stepped out of them without disengaging. As she sucked for all she was worth he reached over and began to play her with his fingers. Her legs opened as wide as they would go. I had never seen her like this before, not even in the early days of our relationship. He pushed her back onto the bed, reached into his tracksuit pocket and pulled out a condom. She said something to him and he smiled, dropped the condom and knelt between her legs. Within seconds he was inside her and they were going like a pair of animals. As she reached her orgasm I could hear her through the double glazing! He was clearly getting close and after a few minutes he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her face and breasts. I knew this would spook her, because she has never liked me to cum on her but to my amazement she started to scoop it up with her fingers and put it in her mouth. He walked round the bed to her face and she immediately put him back in her mouth to clean up any last bit. Then within a few moments it was all over. He went out of the room and a few moments later she followed. And I was left standing at the window with a raging hard-on!

When I got in I asked her about the massage. She said it was 'ok'!! 

-Anonymous

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15 Temmuz 2013 Pazartesi

Billy's First Time

Billy was out of it, he was 18 and had been doing the usual Friday night ritual of a teenager in a small British town... drinking budget cider until he felt ill and my god did he feel ill. He had mislaid his drinking partners and was now trying to make his way home without being run over or vomiting in someone's front garden. He sat on a wall to compose himself for a few seconds but before he knew what was happening his head had dropped and he was fell asleep.

'Billy! Billy! BILL!!!

Billy woke up with a start as a concerned Charlotte shook him. Charlotte was in some of Billy's classes at school as well as a regular drinking partner. Charlotte was in Billy's eyes, the perfect looking girl, she was around 5'4" with all the right curves and dirty blonde hair and on top of all that she was one of the nicest people you were ever likely to meet.

'You alright mate?' Billy slurred.

'I'm fine' She giggled.

'You trying to get home?'

'Yeah I think so. But I got some company now so I might not.'

'Riiight... d'you want to warm up round mine, its freezing out here and there's no-one in.'

'Yeah,' Billy grinned like he'd never grinned before.

Charlotte took hold of Billy's hand and hauled him up. Billy stumbled and grabbed her round the waist for support, Charlotte giggled and Billy quickly removed the offending hands thinking she was objecting.

'You didn't have to do that, I didn't mind.' She smiled.

Not quite knowing what to say Billy just grinned stupidly again as Charlotte stared into his eyes before grabbing his hand and quickly dragged him up a nearby alleyway. Billy looked up and down the alleyway, there was just one lamppost shining at the end he looked back at Charlotte as she placed his hands back round her waist.

He looked at her innocent looking face smiling back at him as she leaned into kiss him gently she parted her lips and let Billy slip his tongue inside. They held each other closer as the passion built up between them until Charlotte slowly pulled away.

'Are you still a Virgin?' She asked quietly.

'Yeah... you?' Billy asked nervously.

'Nah, I lost mine when I was 14,' she said turning away from Billy's gaze.

Billy wasn't quite sure what to say so he just held her close to him, partly to keep warm as he was shivering by now in the February chill but more to comfort his sexy friend.

'Would you want to lose yours to me?' She whispered suddenly.

'Yeah... why wouldn't I?' Billy spluttered, the nervousness returning to his voice.

Charlotte giggled once again and kissed him on the cheek before letting her hand drop to his jean-covered crotch. Billy looked down as she expertly unzipped his fly and began to gently stroke his rapidly hardening cock through his boxer shorts. With her other hand she unsnapped her own jeans and slipped her hand into her own panties as Billy watched with awe as she pleasured both him and herself.

Billy could feel his full 6 inches but he couldn't take his eyes off Charlottes hand inside her panties as squelching noises began to fill the air, suddenly she removed her hand and playfully stuck her finger in Billy's mouth... his first taste of woman and he was hooked.

'You ready then?' She said.

Billy nodded and she gave him a quick kiss before taking down his jeans and boxers, dropping them to his ankles. His cock sprung out proudly, a drop of pre-cum just glistened in the little bit of light there was. As he was staring at his erect member Charlotte dropped her own underwear to her ankles and turned, facing the wall her left hand pressed firmly against it so that she was bent over slightly.

'Ready when you are.' Charlotte smiled comfortingly.

Billy positioned himself behind and took his cock in his hand and tried to guide himself into her warm hole. He nudged it up against her pussy lips a couple of times unable to find the right location, his frustration grew as he repeatedly nudged his cock against her hot genitals. Feeling him becoming more and more annoyed, Charlotte calmly reached round and took his throbbing cock into her hand.

'It's alright babe, you just keep calm.'

Cock in hand she slowly guided it into herself and Billy felt his head slide into her tight hole. He was in ecstasy Charlotte let go and let him make his way all the way in. Billy began to withdraw and slowly picked up his pace, soon he had got the knack and was humping like a pro, Charlotte was obviously appreciating his rapidly improving skills as her moans grew louder and her hips began to meet with every one of Billy's thrusts.

She dropped her right hand down to her dripping snatch and began to rub on her swollen clit, Billy was going at quite a pace now as his balls slapped against his thighs with every thrust, suddenly Charlotte thrust backwards violently letting out a huge moan.

'Keep doing that... that... that was my G-Spot!' She cried.

Billy kept at the same pace as Charlotte kept up an almost constant moan she finally called out that she was cumming and without warning a huge stream of liquid left her pee-hole. Billy wasn't sure what had just happened but he knew he liked it as he began to feel his balls tighten.

'I'm going to cum!!' He yelled.

'Keep it in me baby, keep it in.' Charlotte squealed still having mini orgasms.

Billy held on tight as he let himself go letting rope after rope of hot cum shoot deep inside Charlottes aching hole. Billy collapsed on top of Charlotte withdrawing his now limp cock from her cum-filled pussy. Charlotte turned around and kissed Billy lovingly pulling up her jeans in the process.

'Cheers babe, you were brilliant. You going to be alright to get home?'

'Uh-huh,' was all Billy could muster.

Charlotte laughed again and gave Billy one last kiss.

'I'll see you on school on Monday then. Thanks again.'

Charlotte walked off leaving a smiling Billy to clean up his sticky cock on his pair of sacrificed boxers.
-Anonymous

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12 Temmuz 2013 Cuma

Office Surprise

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon around the office, only Michelle had made the conscious decision to come in on the weekend to finish up some work from the previous week. The only thing that kept her company was the dull hum of the computers and the hushed racket of the printer from the other room running off some reports that were due on Monday. Although she was supposed to be focused on work, she couldn’t keep the mental images of James from swimming in and out of her already racked brain.

James is the man that Michelle is in love with. They recently went from being secret lovers to a couple following the break up with her long time boyfriend Mark. She couldn’t be happier being with James and not having to hide it. It’s was what she wanted for almost a year but was too afraid to ruin something she already had going good with Mark. But the time came and realization hit her full force in the heart, telling her to take a chance, a chance that was definitely worth it.

Michelle decided to take a walk around the office to stretch her legs a bit after she had been sitting at her desk all morning. She gazed into the empty offices as she passed them and wondered, as she frequently did during the week, what it would be like to occupy those rooms instead of her own. Michelle decided to enter one of them and take a seat in the seemingly comfortable looking chair. As she relaxed more and more into the cushions she slowly drifted into a daydream that was long overdue. Closing her eyes, she imagined James removing his clothes as he walked towards her, looking more enticing than ever before. While she imagined him carefully climbing on top of her, Michelle gradually crept her hand down her stomach and continued until she reached the outskirts of her pants. She managed to unbutton them while keeping her eyes shut maintaining the image of James on her lap, caressing her face and kissing her neck gently. Slipping her hand little by little between the softness of her skin and seam of her panties, she could feel the fabric already moistened with her flowing juices. Out of the blue she heard a creaking noise coming from outside the unfamiliar office door, and when she opened her eyes she was startled to see James positioned outside the cracked door. She let out an audible gasp followed by a smirk that silently invited James to enter the room. He never took his eyes off of her as he took his time making his way around the desk, so he could take in all of her glory. James placed a hand on the back of the chair and spun it around so Michelle was facing him. He gazed down into her eyes as he reached for her hands, gently pulling her up to meet his stare. Placing a hand on each side of her beautiful face, he greeted her with a gentle kiss on her moist pink lips. As he broke contact with her mouth, a grin emmerged on his gorgeous face and he began to speak, “Just couldn’t wait for me could you?” He watched her lips move into position to form the words she was about to verbalize, “On the contrary, I was just warming up for you.” And with the last word she spoke, she placed her hand on his chest and ushered him somewhat forcefully backwards until his back met her coworker’s wall.

She suddenly remembered that the cleaning people came on Saturdays, but couldn’t recall exactly what time. Tossing the notion aside, she concentrated on the task at hand; if only she could be this focused on her work. With her pants still unbuttoned and her pink cotton thong peeking out from the opening in her jeans, she ran her hand down James’ chest all the way to his most obvious growing lower region. Michelle gave him a tantalizing smile and spoke once more, “Oh, I didn’t realize I was expecting such a big package to arrive today, lucky me.” James returned that same smile that made her weak in the knees and she knew before he could utter the words that she was to be the recipient. With that, she began to unwrap the not so surprise that was waiting inside. When she was finally looking at the contents, she smiled as she slid his pants down to his knees. James grabbed her shoulders and directed them towards the desk and sat down on the edge. Michelle leaned against him and teased him for a few moments, kissing the radius of his neck, putting slight pressure on his pelvic region with hers.

She couldn’t wait to encounter this new experience with her lover; it was all so exciting and fresh to be making love in an unfamiliar and almost forbidden location. At first she just hovered around his lips, feeling his slightly accelerated, warm breath on her face, still grinding her hips against his southern territory; an area that was just asking to be explored. Michelle could feel James’ hands wandering down her sides to locate her still unbuttoned jeans. Pulling them down past the brim of her panties, he caught a glimpse of what looked like an image of a rose on the front of the fabric. Telling himself to look into that later, he continued pulling them down along with the mystery panties till he heard them hit the ground. He began to caress the outside of her thigh, noticing how soft it was and clearly recently shaved. Stroking James’ nipples with her tongue, Michelle raised her left leg and rested it on the desk. Now that she was no longer burdened by her pants, she was free to have her fortress stormed by James’ stead. And with that thought, she allowed James to plunge his stiffness smoothly into her. Gasping loudly, Michelle used her leg strength to maneuver her pelvis back and forth against him.

Michelle and James were much too engulfed in pleasing each other that they did not notice a third person standing in the doorway. But Michelle happened to see in her peripherals a glimpse of a familiar looking cart, accompanied by a familiar looking woman. The cleaning lady had arrived. She seemed to me mesmerized and not at all taken aback by what she was witnessing. A few minutes that seemed like hours passed with the squat Spanish lady peering at the two of them engaged in such passion. Michelle managed to speak in between her spouts of moaning and breathing heavily, “Sorry, Lina, we’re just giving you something to clean.” Lina’s eyes widened slightly when she realized she was caught, and she bustled off in the direction of what looked like the front doors. Michelle’s guess was confirmed when she heard the doors slam shut.

What may have been a set back to some, only made Michelle even more stimulated and steamed up. She peeled herself off of James’ front side, spun around and threw herself over the other desk. Looking over her shoulder at James, she gave a little nod of encouragement which sent him flying towards her and entering her from behind. After he pierced her flesh with his rod, he reached around to cup her dangling bags of heaven in his hand and commenced the massaging. The desk was moving slightly forward with every thrust from James’ strong force. This sent Michelle over the edge and she couldn’t help but scream out his name. Together they moaned and gasped for air as they simultaneously climaxed. James gradually slowed down his rhythm and eventually came to a stop, placing his hands on the desk for support and collapsing onto her back, still inside her.

They stayed like this for a few moments while they both caught their breath. Michelle started to push herself up off the desk, peeling pieces of paper off her sticky arms. She turned to face James and gave him a light peck on the mouth while she took a handful of his plump ass in her hand. Michelle crumpled into the desk chair and closed her eyes for a minute. When her breath finally slowed to a normal rhythm she opened her eyes to find an empty room. She hastily looked around to find everything in its place, and much to her surprise she was fully dressed. It all seemed so real; she replayed the recent events in her head quickly and suddenly realized she had fallen asleep. A vibration in her pocket told her that her cell phone was ringing. When she picked it up and greeted the caller, a male voice echoed back, “Hey baby, getting much work done?” To which she replied, “Yeah...I have one last thing to get done, but that will have to wait till I get home.”

-Kayleigh

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10 Temmuz 2013 Çarşamba

Welcomed Sexual Pleasure

My ex-husband was both physically and mentally abusive. I couldn’t take any more of his crap and left him and to get a divorce. After a lengthy drawn-out divorce. I decided to move away. I headed west on I-70 to start a new life for myself. While driving and thinking about my life and the way it had been going and after driving several hundred miles and I was depressed. I looked in the rear view mirror I noticed a car in the mirror. This car was coming up to pass me. I made some gestures to give the car plenty of space to pass me. I slowed down to make him pass, which it did. It came back around in front of me and slowed down.

This car slowed down to make me pass him. We had started this little game of leapfrog for some 100 miles, it had somehow taken on a life of its own. It had started innocently enough. I noticed him slowing a bit after we made eye contact on another a pass. It was about the thirtieth time we had passed each other, and our gestures had gone from eye contact to casual flirtation to go along with. Finely it when to “Come and get It”

He blew me a kiss as he overtook me in the left lane. As I expected, he slowed about two car lengths in front, allowing me to pass & retrieve my position in front. Getting bolder, I looked over as he drew alongside, taking my foot off the gas to pace with him. I put my finger in my mouth, all the way to the hilt, withdrawing it slowly as I watched his eyebrows rose over the rim of his sunglasses.

A grin split his face, and I stomped on the gas pedal, pulling in front. In the distance I saw a sign announcing a rest area a few miles ahead, and some more naughty thoughts crossed my mind. Would he? As we drew closer I moved into the right lane and turned on the turn signal. He fell in behind me, and my mind wondered, what was going through his mind. What the hell was I thinking? Was I crazy? The fact that it was dangerous, and that this was someone I had never met before somehow made it all the more exciting. My heart racing, I pulled off the highway into the rest area, slowly making my way past the cars and trucks to find a secluded spot in the back of the area. He pulled in next to me. I sat for a moment, gathering my courage & then I quickly darted to his car and hopped in.

His eyes were wide with a mixture of amazement, pleasant surprise, and wonderment. He looked even better than I imagined, shirtless, tan, and buff. I guessed him to be in his early thirties. His mouth opened to speak, but I quickly covered it with my own, drawing him into me with my kisses as I felt him embrace me, hesitantly at first, then strong and firm. He recovered from his shock and began to take charge, entangling his hands in my hair as he pulled my head back to kiss my neck. My body gave in, and I fell back into the car's plush seat as he covered my neck and shoulders with kisses and gentle bites.

I felt his hand move to caress my breast, and in an instant he was inside my bra, tugging at my nipples. I felt a throbbing between my legs, and I thrust my hips forward, squirming in the seat. He pulled my shirt over my head and had my bra off. My nipples hardened as a tingling went through my boobs. Backing away slightly to look me over, he seemed pleased with what he saw before diving back in to take my right nipple in his mouth, gently biting it. I arched my back, offering myself to him. I saw his cock behind his loose shorts, and I pulled the waistband out slowly, setting it free of its confines. I gasped in surprise; it stood straight at to attention, almost pointing straight out and up to the center of the steering wheel. He moved to the passenger seat under me. "Must be my lucky day," I said with a grin. "Yeah, your lucky day," he chuckled.

I winked at him and bent to playfully lick the tip of his dick. A glistening droplet of pre-cum had formed, which I greedily removed with my tongue. He let out a tiny gasp, and I felt him rise to meet my lips. I took the head in my mouth, using the tip of my tongue to lick the underside, and burying my face as I sank as far as I was able to. I managed to take most of him into my mouth, but it was so wide I couldn't seem to get it past my back teeth. This disappointed me, as I wanted to impress him with my ability to deep throat this stranger. He didn't seem to mind however. His hips began to move rhythmically with me as I felt his hands on the back of my head forcing my head down.

He pulled me back up to his mouth, and I felt his hand tugging at the button of my shorts. They opened easily for him, and he pulled them off and casually tossed them into the back seat with my clothes, panties and all. His hand dove between my legs, and he began to massage my hungry pussy. I was already so turned on that I nearly left the seat in my effort to meet his touch. He slid a finger inside, feeling the wetness that suddenly doubled as I came. One finger became two, and I rode his hand with reckless care. I was glad for the loud stereo coming from some ones car to mask my cries of this delightful welcomed attention my cunt was getting from a perfect stranger.

He withdrew his hand from my love connection. With one skillful move he lifted me toward him, centering me on the seat as he deftly dropped me onto his throbbing cock, straddling him. I felt the length of it ram into me, filling me as full as I had ever been, and I let out a scream. He looked at me and smiled, but I quickly recovered what composure I had left. I kissed him hard with wet sloppy kisses. He began to guide me. Gripping my hips in his hands as we moved in unison. I felt another orgasm begin to overtake my insides and my moans became cries of ecstasy.

I ground myself onto him, feeling him pulsate deep inside me. His movements became more urgent as his cock began to swell, and I felt his hot sticky liquid explode into me, our juices gushing out of me with every stroke. We both collapsed into the seat, his cock still inside my soaked cunt. We sat that way for a moment. I slowly, but reluctantly, crawled off of him, feeling his spent cock slip out of my wet, freshly fucked pussy. Wordlessly, Very few words were ever spoken. I gathered my clothing and dressed. He looked at me again, unsure what to say. I kissed him, and before he could speak. I quickly exited his car and climbed into my own. He was still sitting there as I backed out of the parking spot and drove away, hardly able to believe what had just happened, it just did.

As I left I started to finger my pussy to get his seed on my finger and suck it down my throat. I headed back down the road to the highway, up the entrance ramp and back to highway speed. I got to thinking about what had just happened and found my hand in my wet panties as I fingered my pussy to another fantastic orgasm at 70 miles an hour.

I didn’t even ask his name, who he was, where he was from or where he was going. I didn’t even care. I never did that before or since. He was just a welcomed sexual pleasure that just happened that we both enjoyed.

-Brenda
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8 Temmuz 2013 Pazartesi

Man Slave

We were lying in bed together on a lazy Sunday evening when I asked Jared the question I had been playing out in my head for the past few days. “Hey Jared?” I was snuggled up against his chest and began to lightly run my hand through the course hairs scattered across the top of his chest. We were both well sated after a pleasant evening of sex so he answered me with a lift of his eyebrows, gesturing for me to continue speaking. I dove into my question. “Could I take control of things one night? Like dominate you? Sorta make you my boy toy”, I spoke this last part as quickly as possible because I was not sure how he would respond and the words felt a little funny coming out of my mouth.

I like to consider our sex life to be pretty well balanced. Jared and I are both fairly creative and adventurous lovers and I believe neither of us had ever considered our sex life boring. We’ve had some pretty good times including a threesome, outdoor sex, and the occasional naughty photos posted online (without our faces showing, of course). Overall though, Jared tended to be dominant in the bedroom. Being submissive comes very naturally to me and I am quite comfortable in my role. However, lately I had been thinking about what it would be like to change that up, to take control over Jared for just one night, one night of making him my boy toy and pleasantly torturing him into a deep ecstatic state of pleasure.

“Your boy toy?!” Jared laughed and I felt his chest rise and fall as he tried to gain control and settle his laughter. I sat up to show him that I was serious. I looked down at him intently and he stopped laughing.

“Yeah…well…something like that,” I said to him, and I kept my voice very controlled and steady. He began to sense that this was important to me and that this was something I had thought about carefully.

Jared propped himself onto his elbows facing me. He shrugged his shoulders and then leaned over to place a soft kiss on my forehead. “I would love to be your boy toy” he told me and we agreed that on our next date night (3 days from now) Jared would let go of control and allow me to have his way with me. “I hope you don’t bust out a collection of whips and chains,” he said to me with a chuckle. “Or butt plugs,” he added in and this time his voice sounded a little unsure of himself.

I laughed at his slight discomfort. “Nope, lover, no whips and chains and probably not any butt plugs. I do however have an order for you. Do not masturbate or play with yourself until our date. Seriously. Do not cum,” I allowed my voice to be very stern and serious as I spoke to him.

Jared watched me with a mild look of surprise upon his face. He chuckled again. “Well ok…sure, no masturbation. I’ll be horny as hell but ok.”

“Promise,” I reminded him at the end of the night when he kissed me goodnight. He nodded his head at me and told me that he was actually looking forwards to this upcoming excitement.

On the morning of our date, I had to go about making some preparations for my boy toy evening. I took a trip over to a local sex toy shop. It felt empowering to visit the erotic store by myself as in the past I had always been accompanied by a friend or a lover. I got a few interested glances from male customers in the store as I confidently walked over to the back corner where I knew the more kinky merchandise was located. I selected a set of bondage restraints that could be fitted beneath the mattress of the bed and would allow me to tie both Jared’s arms and legs to the bed, guaranteeing that he would be able to do nothing more than squirm beneath me. I also picked up a simple rubber cock ring to experiment with deepening his erection or hopefully increasing some sensation for him.

I went back home with my new goodies and set the restraint system up on the bed. I set the cock ring on my bedside table along with a bottle of lube. I hopped into my shower and began to prepare myself for the evening by grooming my pussy and lathering up in some luxurious scented products. After drying off from the shower I changed into my outfit. I take my clothing seriously but I am not much of a high maintenance girl so I did not want to go too overboard with a crazy leather or vinyl dominatrix outfit. Instead I settled for a simple pair of black heels, black thigh highs with red lace tops held up by a black garter belt, a silky black skirt that barely covered my ass, and a red and black corset that did wonders for my breasts. I left my long hair hanging bare down my back and threw on a tiny bit of makeup and called my outfit complete.

I set myself down with a nice glass of red wine and waited in my living room for Jared to arrive. Luckily he did not disappoint me by arriving late. I stood up to greet him although I remained in place, giving him the full effect of the outfit and watching his reaction. His reaction was nothing short of pleasing me. He had a full grin sprouting across the edges of his face and his desire was something that seemed to have a presence of its own, I could feel the heat and the eagerness radiating off of him as he walked closer to me. “Nice outfit,” he said to me.

“Stop,” I said to him and he paused, settling down into his stance, his feet wide apart.

“Take off your clothes”, I said to him. He raised his eyebrows at me but he complied.

He started with his shirt, simply slipping it up over his head and then tossing it down to the floor. I watched in pride. I knew every line and curve upon his body but I tried to watch him as if I had never seen the show before. He glanced at me as he began to unbuckle his belt. I looked down at my drink as I took a sip, swishing it around in my mouth and pretending to look bored. I was far from bored. I already felt my pussy growing wet and there was a storm of nervousness brewing in my low belly. I wanted to pull this off. I wanted to pull this off oh so well.

I glanced back up and Jared was sliding his pants and boxers down his legs. He carefully stepped out of the pile of clothing. His cock was fully erect, pressed thickly and urgently against his stomach. I set my glass down on the table and I walked over to him. I wrapped my hands around the midsection of his cock. He was already fully erect but still I felt him jump to life in my hand, literally he was already pulsing with his excitement. He liked this game and Jared is used to masturbating every day and here I had commanded him to go three days without his usual masturbation routine. I knew he had obeyed me. I could feel his need, it was so very potent.

I stroked his cock up and down a few times in my hand, no goal in mind except warming him up. I squeezed the head of his cock lightly and he let out a gasp. I laughed and then wrapped my hands near the base of his cock and began to walk away forcing him to walk with me and to be led by his cock. He let out a sound of shock, some low guttural sound from deep inside his throat. “Follow me,” I said to him. I led him slowly like this, by the cock, down the hall to my room. We entered my room and I let go of his cock, turning around to watch his reaction as he saw the bed and the straps that it now contained.

“Well. That’s new,” he said with a slight laugh.

“Yeah. I went shopping. Now get on the damn bed,” I said to him. The harshness of my voice even surprised me. I watched the shock slide across his face but he carefully turned his expression into neutrality as he walked over to the bed. His cock bobbed slightly up and down as he walked. It was a nice sight. He awkwardly sat down on the bed and then glanced at me. I shook my head at him, “on your back,” I said to him.

He lay down on the bed and I walked over to him. I started with his hands. I picked up the first strap and cuffed it around his wrist. I walked around the bed to grab the opposite wrist. I watched him testing his first wrist, trying to pull against the cuff. I understand what it’s like. Even though you know you can’t break free you still just have to give it a try. I cuffed his second wrist. I walked over to his feet and stretched out his first feet so I could tie it to the bottom corner of the bed and then I cuffed his second foot as well. He was spread eagle right on the bed and he must have liked it because boy there was an eager grin tugging at his face and his cock looked as if it was throbbing with need. I thought I even spotted a droplet of precum along the tip. Jared is quick with his arousal and I certainly love precum so I always welcomed that from him.

I stood at the foot of the bed looking down at him for a minute and then I turned around and began to walk out the room. “Hey! Where you going?” Jared yelled out to me.

“Getting my drink. I’ll be back.” I called out over my shoulder. I took my sweet time walking to the living room to pick up my drink and then I stood there holding it for a few minutes, stalling, just for the sake of drawing out his excitement. When I walked back to the room Jared was still hard as a rock and he was tugging his arms against the restraints. “I wouldn’t waste your energy,” I said as I watched him. I set my drink down on the bedside table and I grabbed the cock ring. I held it up for him to look at. He raised his eyebrows at me. “Decoration for that lovely cock of yours,” I said to him as I walked over and gripped his thickness in my hands. I carefully lowered the cock ring over the head of his cock and pushed it all the way down to the base of his cock. It looked like a tight fit. His cock was pulsing in my hands and the velvety head of his cock was indeed moist with precum. Jared looked down at his cock in interest. “How’s it feel?” I asked him.

“Hard. I feel hard, I feel really fuckin hard,” and there was hunger and a low trace of growl in his voice.

I picked up my drink and carefully held it in my left hand as I climbed onto the bed and straddled Jared’s waist. I felt my skirt ride up high. I carefully set some of my weight down along his belly. I slowly tipped my glass allowing a few drops of wine to splatter over his left nipple and down the middle of his chest. He gasped in surprise. I giggled and leaned down to flick my tongue across his nipple which instantly hardened against my tongue. “Mmm, you do feel hard,” I licked a long line across his chest, licking up my trail of wine. I picked up my glass again and tipped it over his opposite nipple. I licked the wine and then bit down softly against his nipple, loudly sucking as much of his flesh into my mouth as I could and then digging my teeth lightly against his skin to leave a gentle bite mark. Jared did not know how to respond to this. I felt his body tense up and his breath quicken.

I dropped my weight over to the side of Jared and set both my knees down against the bed so I was no longer straddling him. I tipped the glass of wine over his belly and then licked up the dark liquid. He giggled as I tongued the soft flesh of his belly and I felt his legs attempt to thrash against the restraints. I reached over to set my glass back down on the table, giving him a nice view of my ass and bare pussy. He made a sound from low in his throat. I settled back down alongside him and started licking across his hip. This is one of his most sensitive spots and I kissed the tender flesh softly and reverently. I rested my head against his thigh and glanced over at his cock. I love being eyelevel to his erection like this.

“Tonight you will not be allowed to cum until I tell you to,” I spoke the words while I was looking at his cock but then I tipped my head upwards to catch his eyes after I finished speaking. He nodded down at me and then he closed his eyes as if he was suddenly overwhelmed.

Without using my hands I leaned over and licked a long smooth line from the base of his cock up to the ridge that encircled his head. He let out a moan and I felt his body tense up against the restraints. Mmm, restraints were fun. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and leaned over to flick my tongue against the tip of his cock. Jared was all moans as I took his head into my mouth, thrashing my tongue against his hardness while rubbing my fist up and down his shaft.

I spent the next few moments sucking his cock in and out of my mouth, teasing him as much as I could. I took him out of my mouth and rubbed the head of his cock against my face, smearing the mixture of precum and saliva across my lips and jaw. I released his cock allowing it to settle down pressed against his stomach and I leaned over and blew gently upon the ridge of the head. Jared exhaled in a sharp and jagged release of breath. I glanced up at him. I was hearing all sorts of sounds that I had never heard from him before.

I intended to straddle Jared next with my pussy only inches from his face. I hoisted a leg up on either side of him and carefully lowered myself down over his chest. I kept my pussy about 6 inches away from his face giving myself plenty of access to his cock. I reached over and squeezed his hardness and took it into my mouth again, loudly licking and smacking my lips against the head of his cock. I put some movement into my hips, sashaying back and forth and thrusting my hips to indicate how into this I was getting. I knew Jared was enjoying the visual. “Oh baby…please?” he cried out as I stroked his cock while slathering my tongue side to side against his head.

I released his cock and pressed my hands down into the bed for support as I turned myself around so that I was still straddling him but now facing him. “Oh baby, please?” I mimicked him as I lifted my bottom off his chest and raised my skirt so my pussy was revealed. I placed one finger against my clit and began rubbing my hot little nub of flesh. I lowered my hand and slid one finger inside my pussy, feeling my tight walls hugging the finger and loving the expression of arousal upon his face. I finger fucked myself, letting myself get real into the sensation, thrusting my hips and riding my slender finger as much as I could. I slowly pulled my finger out, feeling it thickly drenched in my creamy arousal. I reached over and traced my wet finger across his bottom lip. His tongue eagerly darted forth to caress my finger and I let him suck my finger deep into his mouth, gasping pleasantly in surprise as he grated his teeth against me. I pulled my finger out of his mouth and I could not resist, I had to lean down and kiss him, sweetly pressing my lips against his, just a quick little kiss. I pulled back and giggled.

I climbed off him and removed my skirt, preparing myself to receive oral pleasure from him. I straddled him again, this time positioning myself over his face and then slowly lowering down. I gasped when I felt the lips of my pussy press against his warm moist mouth. He parted his lips, opened his mouth wide, and explored my folds with his tongue. I felt almost as if he could swallow me whole; swallow the most intimate parts of me. His tongue thrashed against the lips of my pussy and he pulled his head back slightly as he sucked deeply on my swollen outer lip. I cried out in pleasure and lowered myself closer to his face, grabbing onto the headboard for support and pressing forward slightly so that his nose bumped against my clit. I almost lost control at that point.

I settled down so that my pussy was directly over his mouth. I began to hump his tongue and his lips, thrusting my hips forwards in an attempt to get more attention focused on my clit. I could feel his face and chin growing slick with my wetness. The tip of his tongue curled up and slid delicately into my fuck hole. I bounced up and down, trying to ride that tongue as if it were a mini cock. The scent of my arousal was filling the air now and I started moaning in pleasure as I rubbed my pussy against his mouth. As if in response to my enthusiasm, Jared started moaning as well, the muffled vibrations of his moans trapped beneath my pussy sent me even farther over the edge. My hips could not stay still and I desperately needed more attention on my clit. I felt my nipples tighten and my upper thighs began to shiver and shake. I felt an orgasm beginning to grow in my belly, the muscles contracting across my abdomen and I felt as if my clit grew even harder. “UUUGGGHHH” I cried out wordless sounds as I humped my clit against his face. Heat began to travel from my low belly down deeper into my pussy. My mind began to go blank and all I could focus on was rubbing harder and harder, my clit sliding up and down the wetness over his mouth and bumping against his nose. Everything tightened inside me and I screamed my pleasure as the contractions started riding through my body and I came loud and hard against his face.

I slowly slid off his body and carelessly threw myself down on the side of the bed. I felt as if everything in my body was still shuddering, especially my clit, riding out the ending waves of that orgasm. I recovered for a few more moments and then glanced over at Jared who was panting lightly and watching me in amusement. He still had my juices glistening all over his chin and mouth. I reached over and lightly rubbed his chin clean. “Intense cum?” he asked me with a wide grin. I realized that he was really getting into this whole submissive boy toy thing.

“Yeah and I’m not done,” I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube. I glanced over at Jared and his eyes grew wide. He had no idea what I was going to use that bottle of lube for. I glanced down at his cock and saw that he was partially erect. I set the bottle of lube down and decided to take care of his cock first. I grabbed his thickness and began to stroke him up and down in my fist. After he got nice and hard I rubbed my palm over the top of his head causing him to moan hard and attempt to throw his head back in pleasure. I grabbed the lube again and held the bottle face down, about a foot or so over Jared’s cock. I gently squeezed the bottle, allowing a steady stream of lube to pour out and land on his cock, sliding down his balls towards the bed. Yeah, the sheets would need to be cleaned after this but oh well. I carefully tipped the lube bottle upwards, capped it, and set it back down. Jared’s cock was slick with lube and I took him into my hands again rubbing that slick artificial wetness up and down his length and then I slid my hands downwards to cup his balls, gently squeezing.

I positioned my body upwards over him, setting my knees down on either side of his narrow hips, straddling him. “Do not cum until I tell you to, ok?” I reminded him. He nodded wordlessly at me glancing down preparing to watch me press my pussy against his cock, thinking that I was probably going to start riding him.

I kept his cock pressed against his stomach as I lowered my pussy and I began to rub my pussy lips up and down over the length of his cock. His cock was so wet and slick, as was my own pussy after the orgasm that I was easily able to create the type of friction I wanted, humping his cock without getting his head anywhere near inside my entrance. Jared was moaning and pulling hard against his restraints.

I dropped my body weight over to one side so that I could grab his cock with my right hand and I pointed his cock upwards at a comfortable angle. I lifted my hips and positioned my wet hole over the top of his cock. It took all the effort and discipline on my part for me to only lower just the first inch or so of his thick cock head into my pussy. He felt so good sliding into me like this, just fucking in and out of the first inch of my pussy. I used his cock like a toy, riding it up and down but not sliding anymore than the first two or three inches of him inside my tight pussy. I was not sure how much longer I could draw this out.

I felt a deep emptiness inside my pussy, my body desperate to just plunge his entire length into me. I wanted to ride his cock as fast and as hard as I could, knowing that he would not be able to move, tied to the bed, as I took my pleasure over and over. I cried out and did it then, I released his cock from my hand and I let his slick bulbous head pierce my pussy and I rode out the pleasure, I let my body slide down, my pussy walls tightly hugging his cock as I slowly lowered all the way down. Jared let out a long sigh of pleasure and I glanced at him and saw his eyes fluttering.

This was a delirious pleasure for us both. His cock was sheathed all the way inside me. I felt the ridge of the cock ring pressing against the entrance to my pussy. I could take no more of him into me. I rode him then. I let loose and I just completely fucked him. I lifted my hips up and down, plunging his length in and out of me and then I took him back into me as deeply as I could. I sat there rocking back and forth, feeling his cock stretching the walls of my pussy. It was so wet. My wetness was slowly trickling down my thighs and the base of his cock was so slick and slippery from both me and the lube. I ground my clit into his pelvis and I felt the orgasm began to boil inside me, slowly and quietly making itself known. My muscles clenched up and I knew that this orgasm was going to rip through me quicker than the first one had.

“Oh god, Jared…Jared…when I go you go, ok?” I thrust up and down and then circled my hips in an eager frenzy. “Don’t cum until I cum,” I pressed my weight forward and ground my clit even harder against his body, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside me, almost to the point of pain as I felt the top of his cock bump near my cervix.

“OH GOD YES!” I cried out nonsense as I fucked myself up and down on his cock and finally the orgasm overtook me. The contractions ripped through my body, violent and angry, almost like an assault on my sensory system. I collapsed downwards, the muscles of my pussy still milking his cock and at that moment as my pussy tightened around him I felt his release. I felt the force of his ejaculation deep inside me and I knew that he had cum and that his orgasm was just as intense as my own.

“Fuck yeah,” I slowly lifted my pussy and slid off of his softening penis. I fell to the side and lay on my back trying to catch my breath. “Incredible,” I said quietly to myself. I glanced over at Jared. He was still recovering from his orgasm. I carefully slid the cock ring off his soft cock as he struggled to catch his breath.

I sat up and leaned over towards the top of the mattress so I could begin to undue his restraints. I freed his arms and they encircled my waist before sliding down over my ass. “Naughty girl, you gave me quite the ride,” and he squeezed my ass hard. I let out a girlish giggle.

“Leave me alone or I’ll keep your legs tied all night”.

“I wouldn’t mind a repeat of this sometime,” he said as I reached down and undid his legs.

“Yeah?” I glanced up at him with my eyebrows raised. He nodded at me and wiped his hand across his forehead, rubbing at some droplets of sweat hugging his hairline.

“Sounds good. You’re my favorite toy to use,” I settled my body against the length of his and he threw one leg over my hip and drew me in against him as close as he could. The sharpness of our pleasure gave way to soft intimacy and each of us dozed off into a light contented sleep.

-Kalia

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1 Temmuz 2013 Pazartesi

Late Night Skinny Dip

It is 2 in the morning and we decide to go for a swim in the neighbors pool wearing nothing but towels wrapped around us we sneak in the gate and you turn to kiss me before you get in you slide your arm around my waist and reach for the edge of my towel... your hands searching for my moistness... pulling me harder against you so I can feel every inch of your hard member... knowing I am the reason it is so hard and now throbbing it makes me wet, just as your fingers slide into me..... I moan softly into your mouth as your middle two fingers slide easily inside my wetness grabbing hold of your shoulders as you slide your fingers in and out of me... my knees go weak you pull out of me and set me back so that you can climb into the pool.... I reach and find the tuck of your towel and yank it away from your hips....

I admire every inch of your body as you climb the steps into the above ground pool it is a warm summer night so the water is still warm from the sun earlier in the day as you lower yourself into the pool you curl your finger and motion me to come to you my body is on fire and I could never deny you I untuck my towel and let it slide down my body, I can feel your eyes on me as I walk to the stairs, slowly climbing each one getting to the top, I start to descend into the pool and as I reach the first step into the pool you stop me, running your tongue and lips up and down, kissing and nibbling on each leg until I can take no more you let me step down to the next step and gently work your mouth in the same way on the back of my knees up to my mid thigh... teasing me with each flick of your tongue the next step down will allow you complete access to my wet slit and as I step down you sit me down on the step and part my thighs my juices running down toward my ass kissing the inside of each of my thighs, slowly working your way to my slit with your tongue... admiring my trimmed and shaved bush inhaling my scent drives you wild and your tongue slides between my lips....starting from the bottom and sliding up toward my clit finding it you suck it into your mouth and I nearly slide off the step as I can't control my body any longer, I start to shake with orgasm you grab my body and pull me off the step into the water and keep your arms around my waist so that I don't fall, you bring your lips to mine for a kiss so I can taste myself on your lips working your way down my throat to my breast you take my nipple into your mouth and I put my head back reaching and running my hands through your hair... begging you without saying a word not to stop I want to feel you inside of me and you can feel my desire building again I wrap my arms around your neck and you grab me in the water, lift me and pull my thighs to either side of your hips I can feel your rigid cock pressed tight against my slit.... I beg you to slide inside of me you tell me to put you inside of me...

I reach between our bodies and grab your rod, put it to the entrance of my soaking hole pulling me onto you as you thrust forward into me I scream out your name with my arms around your neck for support, you reached down and spread my thighs, putting your hand on each cheek of my backside... you start to bounce me up and down on your hard cock... you feel so good... you walk over to the edge and turn me around... holding onto the side of the pool, you enter me from behind and reach around to play with my clit as you slide in and out of me. pumping into me harder with each thrust and your fingers against my clit, I start to explode again and again... my muscles clench tight around you, I can feel you get ready to explode.... reaching down to tease my clit, one more thrust and you release the first of your hot seed into me and I continue to tease my clit as you spill into me and with one last thrust you growl at me and as I cum one last time the porch light comes on. we look at each other smiling and trying not to laugh, Val, the neighbor's wife steps out wearing nothing, her hair a little mussed from sleep... she came out to take a dip in the pool because she was too warm to sleep. Looking over at the pool she sees us and smiles.

Deciding she wants to play she climbs into the pool with us and walks over to where we are, still holding onto the edge of the pool, she takes my hand and pulls me under the water with her, she takes your cock, already getting hard again and wraps her lips around it and begins to suck you down her throat. She comes up for a breath of air and begs me to lick her while she sucks your hard manhood. We decide the best place to do this 3 some is in the grass so we all climb out of the pool and as Val climbs the stairs in front of me I reach up and slide a finger inside of her making her squeal with delight. Sticking my finger into my mouth to taste her sweetness. She lays down in the warm damp grass on her back and you walk over and straddle her face so that she can suck you into her mouth and throat. I lie down on my stomach and spread her thighs, seeing her wetness I waste no time in sliding my tongue into her. Her voluptuous body writhes beneath my tongue as she slurps and sucks you completely into her mouth. I slide my middle finger into her and lube it with her juices with my other hand I find her sensitive little nub... begging for attention and begin to rub my finger across it and to lick and suck her
lips into my mouth and tease her...she bucks her hips against my fingers and mouth as she moans around your cock.

Suddenly the door opens and her husband, Joe walks out, the light is too bright for him to see us where we are but he can hear us and he walks over to find us in this position. The look of shock and amazement on his face. I raise my hips into the air silently begging him to come fill me. He knows you well enough that you guys talk about our sex life and he knows that I like to be filled in both my tight holes at once so he gets down between my knees and runs his finger over my lips to feel that I am wet enough for what he wants to do to me. Bringing his finger back he knows he can do it and with ease. He grabs his rigid cock and slides it into my wet tight pussy and covers it with my juices, slides out and I feel him at the entrance to my even tighter bum... he slides the head in and I can feel it stretch around him, slowly so I have time to adjust to his size he slides another inch in and I scream into his wife's twat... you knowing what I will beg for in just moments get up and move Val from under me so that you can lay down there and fill my pussy with your growing hard on. Watching Joe slide his large cock into my ass has yours harder than ever as you slide into me you pull Val onto your face so that her and I are facing each other and I slide my hand up her slit to make sure she is still wet and I again suck her off my fingers.

I slide my hand up her body, over her small perfectly round breasts teasing her nipples, moving my hand up to the back of her neck I bring her to me for a tantalizing kiss...she is grinding against your face as you lick her, suck her clit, and finger her pussy and you and Joe pump in and out of both of my holes. Joe reaches around and rubs his fingers across my clit and I start to buck against you both... feeling the best orgasm I've had in a long time coming on I can't hold back. I start to shake and scream, I dig my nails into your chest, not hard-just enough to let you know how amazing this feeling is. Val slides her mouth over mine to help quiet me so we don't wake the neighbors.

As I finally come down from my physical and mental high, I take Vals hand and smile at her to let her know it is her turn. I slide off you and Joe and move to make room for Val, she straddles you and I take Joe's cock in my hand and guide it into her wetness for the natural lube she will provide for her rear entry, my thumb on her clit and my palm guiding Joe causes enough of a friction against her, she immediately cums, covering Joe with her juices... I slide in and lick every drop that I can with my tongue and continue to tongue her while Joe starts to push into her virgin ass. Stroking you up and down while you are waiting to find warmth in her tight sopping pussy I lick the head of your cock and you jump and buck against me. she sits up just enough for me to guide your length into her eagerly waiting sheath and you both begin to pump into her furiously. I begin to rub her clit and can see her body tense as she moves closer and closer to her release. I finger myself as I watch. I hear you grunt and I know that you are close. Val starts to scream and shake against you and Joe... I can see Joe's face and he is close to release too.

You pull out of Val and with one thrust you push me back on the ground and slam into me... spilling into me, your groans of passion fill the night air. I look over at Val and Joe, he is playing with her clit as he sends one final thrust into her cute little tight ass and spills his seed into her and collapses against her back, holding her close. We all decide that we need to take a dip in the pool to help us all cool off. 

-Anonymous

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