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3 Gavurla birden yattım
Ben Melis 25 yaşında dul bir bayanım. Yaşadığım bir hafta sonu tatil maceramı sizinle paylaşmak istiyorum. Bir kuaför salonunda çalışıyordum. O dönemde kocamdan ayrılmış bunalım içindeydim. Salona gelen ve samimi olduğum bir müşteri bana “ Git kızım bu hafta sonu iki gün tatil yap, değişiklik yaşa, bir geceliğine kendine erkek arkadaş bul, hayatında bir şeyler olsun. Seks falan yap “ dedi. “ Tatil olabilir “ dedim,” ama seksmiş, erkekmiş onlar bana göre değil daha yeni bir ilişkiyi bitirdim. Zaten bir başka beraberlik düşünecek durumda değilim “ dedim. Arkadaşımsa bana “ sana devamlı ilişki demiyorum ki kızım “ dedi. “ Bir gecelik yaşa, hayatın renklensin, kafan dağılsın, adını, adresini vermezsin olur biter. Tatildesin nereden gelip koca İstanbul’ da seni bulacak “ dedi. Belki de haklıydı. Neden olmasın diye düşündüm. Nasıl olsa artık yalnızdım, hayatımı özgürce, kimseye bağlanmadan günlük yaşayabilirdim. Bir başka müşteride arkadaşına anlatırken duymuştum. Kadın sırf zevk için, fantezi olsun diye, para karşılığı seks yapmış, fahişe gibi giyinip, süslenip sokağa çıkmış falan diye anlatıyordu. Baktım ki insanlar hayatlarını renklendirmek için çaba harcıyor, bense bir adamdan ayrıldım diye moralimi bozup oturuyorum. Hemen karar verdim, hafta sonu iki günlüğüne Marmarise gidecektim. Cuma günü geceden bindim otobüse ve sabah orada oldum. Önce kendime güzel bir pansiyon bulup hemen yerleştim. Duşumu aldıktan sonra dışarı çıktım. Denize gittim, gezdim biraz alışverişten sonra bir kafede bir şeyler içerken akşam neler yapacağımı düşündüm.

Karar vermiştim bu gece bir defa için orospu olacaktım. Akşam geç saate kadar dinlenip odamda hazırladım kendimi yeni işime, orospuluk fikri çok hoşuma gitmişti. Daha doğrusu bir gecelik olması
güzeldi ve hiç tanımadığım bir erkeğe siktirecektim amımı, birde üste para alacaktım. Değişik bir
fantaziydi bu. Rahat olmak için birazda içki içtim. Nede olsa hiç tanımadığım bir adama güvenecek,
onunla gidecek ve koynuna girecektim. Bu yüzden alkolün beni rahatlatacağını, utanma ve sıkılma
gibi duyguları ortadan kaldıracağını düşünmüştüm. Saat 23.00 sıralarında üzerime, belimin çoğunu
açıkta bırakan bir bistüyer, altıma siyah deriden çok mini bir etek ve dizlerimin üstüne gelen siyah
çizmeler giyip dışarı çıktım. Tam bir sokak yada bar orospusu olmuştum. Taş gibi vücudum vardı. Sapsarı röfleli uzun saçlarım, top gibi iri ve sert göğüslerim ve sütun gibi dolgun bacaklarımla bütün
erkeklerin ilgi odağı olmuştum sokaklarda. Bense biraz korkarak sağıma soluma bakıyordum. Ama
bu gece hiç seçim yapmadan karşıma çıkan ilk erkeğe parasını ödemesi karşılığında amımı siktirecektim. Madek bir geceliğine de olsa orospuluk yapacaktım, kuralına göre oynamam gerekiyordu oyunu. Sikişeceğim erkeği beğenip beğenmeme gibi bir seçeneğim yoktu. Adam fiyatımı öderse amım onundu yalnız bir sorun daha vardı. Ya bu herifle bir başka gün başka yerde karşılaşırsam ve beni tanırsa sorusu kafamı çok kurcalıyordu. Ama karar da vermiştim geri dönüşü de yoktu. Sonun da çıkar yol bulmuştum. Yabancı turist bulacaktım kendime müşteri olarak. “ Tamam dır kızım melis.” Dedim kendi kendime. Bu işi de kıvırdın hem de uluslar arası orospu olarak. Hemen yabancı müzik duyduğum bir bara attım kendimi. Hiç vakit kaybetmek istemiyordum. Bir sürü turist erkek ve kadın vardı, fakat gö-züme birisi takıldı. Sarışın yakışıklı atletik bir tipti. Gördüğüm kadarıyla da yanında kız arkadaşı falan da yoktu. Bunu tavlayabilirdim. Adamın masasına giderek oturabilir miyim diye işaretle sordum. Herif beni görünce şaşırdı kaldı. Uzun uzun baktı durdu. Beğendiği belliydi. Ayağa kalkarak lütfen buyrun dercesine oturmam için kibarca sandalyeyi çekti. Konuşmak istiyorduk ama birbirimizin dilinden anlamadığımız için zorlanıyorduk. Neyse işaret falan anlaşıyorduk. Beni beğenip beğenmediğini, isteyip istemediğini sordum. Adam bacaklarımı kesiyor, ara sıra da konuşurken elleriyle dokunuyordu. Açık göğüs dekoltem ve sütyen takmadığım için uçları firlamış memelerim zaten çılgına döndürmüştü onu. Para verirse onunla kalacağımı zorda olsa anlattım ona, azgın herif hemen cüzdanı çıkarıp açtı ve bana uzatarak ne kadarsa al der gibi baktı, bende içinden epey yüklü bir miktar alıp çantama koydum. İlk işimdi, sıfır kilometre orospuydum, ucuza gitmem mümkün değildi. Bu arada rolüme alışabilmek ve rahat olabilmek için bol bol içiyordum. Adamın adı Tony’ di. Çok azgındı. Sarılıyor, öpüp okşuyor, ellerini bacaklarımda ve bacak aramda gezdiriyordu. Bir ara dansa kaldırdı. Slow müzik çalıyordu, sevişir gibi dans ediyorduk. Onun tüm yaptıklarına ben de karşılık veriyordum. Ne de olsa parasını almıştım. Hakkını vermeliydim. Adam neredeyse dans ederken sikecekti beni. Felaket azmıştı beni görünce. Zaten bu kıyafetle bırakın erkekleri, kadınların bile dikkatini, ilgisini çekmiştim. Her tarafımı öpüp, yalıyor, açıkta kalan belimi ve blüzumun içinden sırtıma kadar soktuğu elleriyle okşayıp sıkıyordu. Sık sık eteğimi sıyırmak için atılıyor ama her seferinde de durduruyordum. Bir çok insan bizi izliyordu ve ben bundan rahatsız olmuştum. Aslında bende zevke gelmiştim amcığım bile sırılsıklamdı. Tony zaten beni tahrik etmiş ve etmeye de devam ediyordu. Kalkmış yarağını önüme iyice yaslamış o vaziyette dans ediyorduk. Ortam müsait olsa orada pistin ortasında siktirecektim kendimi adama. Yarak amıma baskı yaptıkça delirecek gibi oluyor, sonunda o yarağı yiyeceğimi bildiğim içinde zevkten içim sıcak sıcak yanıyordu. Her şeyden önce o yarağı çok merak ediyordum. Kısamıydı, uzunmuydu. İncemiydi, kalın-mıydı ? Yarak önümde taş gibi duruyordu ama dışarı çıkamıyor, içime giremiyordu. Sonra tuvalet aklı-ma geldi. Tony gel diye elinden tuttum ve doğruca erkekler tuvaletinde bir kabine girdik ve hemen eteğimi sıyırdım. Bu arada Tony külotumu yırtarak çıkarıp aldı, cebine koydu. Bistüyerimi yukarı kaldırdı ve beni duvara yaslayıp kocaman memelerimin uçlarını yalayıp ısırmaya başladı. Onun dil ve diş darbeleriyle birlikte amımın ateşi daha da yükselmişti. Hemen fermuarını açıp yarağını dışarıya çıkardım. Eğilerek onu ağzıma almaya başladım. Bu arada Tony’ de kafamı bastırarak hepsini almamı istediğini belli ediyordu. Yarak öyle büyüktü ki hepsini almakta çok zorlanıyordum. Kocaman ağzıma girmeyen bu yarak benim küçücük amıma nasıl girecekti. Merak ediyordum ki, Tony saçlarımdan tutup
çekerek beni ters çevirip domalmam için bastırdı. Bir elimi borulara, diğerini de klozetin kenarına koyarak önünde domaldım. Zevkten şişmiş, kabarmış amımı Tony’e buyur geçir der gibi uzattım. Gördüğü güzellik karşısında dayanamayan Tony sokmadan önce tadına bakmak istemiş olacaktı ki ağzını dayayıp yalamaya, emmeye başladı. Benim inlemelerim artık yükselmiş hatta çığlıklara dönmüştü. “Sok hadi, sok” diye bağırıyordum. Ama adam anlamıyor yalamaya devam ediyordu. Sonunda kolundan tutup çektim ve yarağını elimle kavrayıp arkadan amcığıma dayamaya çalıştım. Tony ne istediğimi anlamıştı. Hiç bekletmeden geçiriverdi ıslanmış amıma. O anda o koca yarak, yara yarak İçime girmiş, hızla gidip gelmeye başlamıştı. Kısacası gavur beni harika sikiyordu. Eski sevgilim bile beni böyle bağarta bağarta sikememişti. Mutluluk çığlıklarıyla ikimizde boşalmıştık. Toparlanıp dışarı çıktığımızda lavabonun önünde bekleyen iki erkek vardı. Onlar da turistti, bizim içeride sikiştiğimizi
anlamışlar seslerimizden tahrik olup otuzbir çekiyorlardı. İki adamında elinde yarakları karşımda durduklarını görünce şok olmuştum. Adamlar Tony ile konuşuyorlardı. Tony onları masaya çağırmış olacak ki, bizimle birlikte salona gelip yanımıza oturdular. Tony garsona içki siparişi verdi. İçkilerimizi içerken yeni dostlarımız gözleriyle beni süzüyor, sanki gözleriyle sikiyorlardı. Ne biçim bir geceydi bu. Üç erke-ğinde yarağını görmüş, birininkini de bağıra bağıra yemiştim, hem de bir bar tuvaletinde. Ya öbürleride zorla kabine girselerdi ? Kimbilir belk**e hoş olurdu… diye düşünürken, adamların üçüde birbirleriyle konuştuktan sonra cüzdanlarını çıkardılar. Daha önce Tony’ den almış olduğum para kadar parayı her biri ayrı ayrı bana uzattı ve işaretle üçüyle birlikte seks yapmamı teklif ettiler. Para yüksekti ama ben bu işi para için yapmıyordum. Tabi ki bunu onlar bilmiyordu. Sonra birde bir kişiyle ve sadece bir kere yapacağım diye karar, almış kendi kendime söz vermiştim. Olmaz diye işaret ettim, fakat birisi biraz daha para çıkardı. Ne kadar para verirse versinler beni satın alamazlardı. Hele aynı anda üç adam cesaret edemezdim. Tekrar olmaz diyeceğim sırada iki ayrı adamın eli Tony ve diğer adam yani iki yanımda oturanlar ellerini bacaklarıma uzatıp, okşamaya başlamışlardı beni. Şaşırmıştım ama bir o kadar da hoşuma gitmişti. Bir anda değişik bir elektrik almıştım, tamam olur diye başımı allayıverdim. Hemen hesabı isteyip bardan çıktık. Doğruca Tony’ nin kaldığı otele gittik. Odaya çıktığımızda Tony şampanya sipariş etti. Şampanya gelene kadar üç erkekte beni ayakta soymuşlar, hepsi birlikte okşamaya, yalamaya başlamışlardı. Üç tane azgın sikicinin elleri ve dilleri vücudumun çeşitli bölgelerinde keşif gezintisine çıkmıştı. Anlayacağınız beni yine zevkten kudurtmayı başarmışlardı. Amım yine sulanmış, yanmaya başlamıştı. Bu arada adını bir türlü öğrenemediğim adam gelen şampanyayı açıp beni neredeyse onunla yıkamıştı. Sırayla şampanyalı vücudumu yalıyorlardı. Ellerimizdeki biralar bittiğinde üçüde aynı anda soyunu verdi. Üçünün de yarağı dimdik olmuş bana sokmak için sabırsızlanıyorlardı. Bense aptal aptal suratlarına bakıyor, önce hangisi sikecek acaba diye düşünüp, sırayla yapacaklarını sanıyordum. Tony koltuğa yattı, diğerleri benim yarağının üstüne oturabilmem için yardımcı oldular. Ben Tony’ nin üzerinde o kocaman yarağını zorlana zorlana almaya çalışırken, adını bilmediğim herif ağzıma vermeye uğraşıyordu. Ben Tony’ nin yarağının zevkini almaya çalışırken, diğerinin yarağı ağzıma girivermiş, gırtlağıma kadar oturmuştu. Adam yarağını ileri geri yaptırarak resmen ağzımı sikiyordu. Tam bu tempoya alışmışken aklıma David geldi . Ona da ayıp olmasın diye düşünmüş ve onun yarağını da elime alıp oynamayı aklımdan geçiriyordum ki, David’ in o at yarrağı gibi olan aletinin kafasını göt deliğimin üzerinde hissediverdim. Ben adama kıyak yapayım derken, vay ibne vay gözü kız amcığı gibi sıfır kilometre olan götüme dikmişti. David iki eliyle belimden kavrayıp bütün gücüyle kendine çektiğindeyse beynimde şimşekler çakmış, gözlerim kararmıştı. Çok fazla canım yanmıştı. Öyle acıtmıştı ki orospu çocuğu bir an götümün yırtıldığını, parçalandığını sanmıştım. Feryat etmek, bağırmak istedim ama ağzımda öbür herifin yarağı bademciklerime kadar oturmuş durumdayken ancak boğuk bir çığlık atabilmiştim. Fakat yarak götümü yırtarak dibine kadar yerleşmişti. Allah tan David bir süre öylece içinde bekletmiş, hareket ettirmemişti. O ilk darbenin acısı geçtikten sonra yavaş yavaş zevk aldığımı farkettim. Aslında her şey çok farklı geliyordu bana, üç erkek tarafından aynı anda sikilmek te hoşuma gidiyordu. Bir de acısı olmasaydı. Hayalini kurmak bile güzelken ben gerçeğini yaşıyordum. Tony amıma boşalınca, ismini bilmediğim o yakışıklıyla yer değiştirdiler. Hayvan gibi yaraklı azgın adamlar beni aralarında evire çevire sikiyorlardı. Fakat David daracık götümü çok beğenmiş olacaktı ki hem yavaş yavaş, doya doya, götün tadını çıkara çıkara sikiyor, hem de diğeri gelirde giriverir diye yarağını içimden çıkartmıyordu. Kim bikere o dapdaracık götün tadını alsa birdaha çıkmazdı zaten. Felaket bir uçuş yaşıyordum. Kiminin eli göğüslerimde, kimininki belimde, yaraklarsa sırayla her bir deliğimde
sabahı yapmıştık. Sabah olduğunda ise çok fazla yorgunluk ve bitkinlik vardı üzerimde. Fakat bu
durumdan şikayetçi de değilim. Çünkü hayatımda belk**e hiçbir zaman tadamıyacağım zevkleri,
bugece yaşamıştım. Giyinip gideceğim sırada sadece Tony ayaktaydı. Beni uğurlarken teşekkür edip
öptü, elimede bir zarf sıkıştırmıştı. Otelden çıkmış yürüyor ve düşünüyordum. Sarhoşluğum çoktan
geçmiş ayılmıştım. Sadece yorgundum, yediğim yaraklardan dolayı bütün deliklerim, hatta çenelerim
bile ağrıyordu. Yaptıklarımdan utanmalı mı, yoksa böyle kaçamak bir tatil yaşadığım için mutlu mu
olmalıydım ? Tony’ nin verdiği zarfı açtım. İçinde yine para ve birde mektup vardı. Sanırım Tony
adresini bırakmış ve teşekkürlerini yazmıştı. Ama ben anlamadığım için, okutmaya da cesaretim olmadığından mektubu yırtıp attım. Bacaklarımı kapatamıyor, yürümekte zorlanıyordum. Nasıl İstanbul’ a dönecek, nasıl çalışacaktım. Bunları düşünürken para aklıma geldi. Altı yedi ayda kazanacağım parayı bir gecede almıştım. Tabi ki hakkını fazlasıyla vererek. İyileşene kadar işe gitmesem ne olacaktı

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Karım ve kızım ile mutlu bir aileydik. Tabi zaman zaman sorunlar yaşadık ama aştık sayılır.
Kızımla bildim bileli çok yakındık. Hatta annesi ile sürekli tartıştığı zamanlarda bile hem yanında oldum. Babası olarak hep arkasında olduğumu kendisine defalarca söyledim.
Liseye geçince, hal ve tavırları değişmeye başlamıştı. Kadınlığını fark ettiği dönemlerdi sanırım, saatlerce telefonda konuşuyor odasından çıkmıyordu. Bu arada onu azıcık tanıtayım, 1,65 boyunda sanırım 55 kg güzel bir kız. Azıcık yaşından büyük gösterir. Beraber gezdiğimiz zamanlarda adamların bakışından rahatsız olsamda kızıma çok belli etmezdim.
Son zamanlarda internette genç kızlara merak sarmıştım özellikle liseli başlıkların okur, yolda yürürken birisini görürsem özellikle açık saçıksa kızım olarak hayal ederdim. Kendime hakim olamıyordum artık. Evimde benim kızım değil, seksi liseli bir kız vardı artık gözümde. Nasıl yanaşırım ne tepki verir bilmiyordum ama zamanım çoktu yavaş yavaş alıştıracaktım onunla kendimin birlikteliğine. Sonuçta yakışıklı bir insanım paramda var. Neyse , her akşam kızımın odasına gidip okulun nasıl geçtiğini sorar ilgilenirdim. Bazen cevap vermezdi. Bazen başından savardı ama ben devam ederdim. İşte bu yaşlarda erkeklere dikkat etmesini, ama hepsini tanımasının önemini anlatırdım. Sürekli her konuda arkasında olduğunu, seks konusu dahi hata yaptığını düşündüğün her anı benimle paylaşmasını hiçbir şey saklamamasını ısrarla kafasına işlemeye başladım.
Ama özellikle erkeklerle beraber olmasını teşvik ediyordum. Giydiği kıyafetler kapalı ise, “sen çocuk musun?, artık büyüdün daha kadınsı kıyafetler giy” gibi şeyler derdim. “sonuçta sen kadınsın ve bunu kullan, inan bana kızım her aşamanda her erkeği idare edebilirsin” derdim. O da bana gülüp, “ya baba çok iyisin arkdaşların babası kıskançlıktan nefes aldırmıyor ama sen benim gerçekten özgüvenimi yerine getiriyorsun” dedi. Bende önemli değil, saklı gizli bir şey olmasın aramızda annen bile bilmesin bana anlat derdim.
Daha da rahat oluyordu benim yanımda okul kıyafetleri ile yanımda uzanıyor hatta bazen önümde gömleğini felan çıkartıp t shirt giydiği zamanlar bile oluyordu. Beni sanırım baba olarak gördüğü için böyleydi. Bir gün yine üstünü değiştirirken giydiği siyah küçük sütyenden taşan göğüslere gözüm takılınca , kızdı bana. “baba nereye bakıyorsun saçmalama “ dedi. Bende kızım özür dilerim, erkeklik işte yanlış anlama felan diyip geveleyip odadan çıktım.
Bir gün eve ağlayarak geldi, annesi alt komşuda olduğu için ben yanına gittim. Önce odadan çıkmamı istedi ama kıyamadım yanına gittim. Ne oldu lütfen anlat dedim. “baba açık olmamı sen istedin, ben yaklaşık iki aydır bizim üst sınıftan bir çocukla çıkıyorum, tabi haliylen ufakda olsa birbirimizi tanıyorduk”. Nasıl , dedim. “baba çok açık olamıyorum, anla işte öpüşme koklaşma işte” dedi.
Ben hafiften azdım, nasıl anlat lütfen bilmem lazım ne kadar ilerlediniz. Suratım azıcık garip garip baktı,” ya işte sınıfta yalnız kalınca öpüyordu beni, tabi bende karşılık veriyordum. Okulun soyunma odasında eteğimi sıyırıp bana sarılıp,işte pantolonun üstünden kendi organını elletmeler felan “ dedi.
Benim sikim kalkmaya başlamıştı çaktırmamaya gayret ediyordum. Eee ne var bunda dedim. “işte bende zevk aldıkça ileri gitmeye karar verdik. Neredeyse hergün bir köşede elleşip konuşuyorduk. Bugün bana benimle birlikte olmayı teklif etti.” Bende sen ne dedin dedim. “tabiî ki olmaz dedim ama çok ısrar etti. Bende “bekaretimi vermem evlenmeden dedim” o ise o zaman arkadan yapalım dedi. Bende “oha “ dedim. “baba tepki vereceksen anlatmayım diyince “tamam sustum “ dedim.” Önce düşündüm, sınıftan birkaç arakdaşım denemişti onlara sordum durumu anlattılar. Onu kaybetmekte istemiyordum. Kabul ettim. Çok sevindi akşam okul çıkışı evine gittik. Odasına gider gitmez beni öpmeye başladı. Önce ittim ama sonra bende ona katıldım.Baya seviştik, o pantolonun indirmişti, benimde eteğimi indirdi.Denedik.” dedi. Sonra “baba bunları anlattığıma inanamıyorum lütfen yeter bitirelim konuşmayı “ dedi. Bende “kızım bak açık ol, sorun varsa beraber çözelim saklama çözüm değil lütfen anlat” dedim. Azıcık düşündü “tamam o kısımları hızlı geçiyorum.Denedim canım çok yandı, dur dedim.Durmadı daha da zorladı artık beni köşeye sıkıştırdı. Acıdan ölüyordum yalvarıyor çığlık atıyordum, durmuyordu. Kendini kaybetmişti, sonra yalvarmaya ağlamaya başladım am ayine durmuyordu. O kdar canım yanıyordu ki bayılacam sandım.Hatta bayılma numarası yaptım ama hayvan orada bile devam etti. En sonunda işi bitince beni bıraktı”. Bir köşede baya ağladım. Azıcık kanamada olmuş. Canım hala yanıyor. Sonra benimle hiç ilgilenmedi. Evden biran önce çıkmam gerektiğini söyledi ailesi gelecekmiş. Kullandı beni içim çok yanıyor” dedi.
Ben artık boşalacaktım. Kızım arkadan vermişti. Kendini siktirmiş ve bana anlatmıştı. Aylardır konuşmalarım işe yaramış ve bana bunları anlatmıştı. Gittim saçını okşayarak “kızım öncelikle güvenmediğin kimsenin evine gitme, böyle bir durum yaşadığın için üzgünüm. O arkadaşının hayvanlığı tatlı dille daha farklı anlar yaşayabilirdim. İlkinin bu olması hoş olmadı ama her erkek böyle değil lütfen korkma ama o hayvanla bir daha konuşma. Onu azdır ama elletme kısacası.Daha anlayışlı erkeklerl beraber ol acele etme “dedim. O da teşekkürler baba şimdi çıkar mısın krem sürmem lazım.Ayrıca annem bilmesin lütfen dedi. Bende merak etme dedim ve odadan çıktım.
Direkt banyoya girip kendimi tatmin ettim. O siken çocuk yerinde olmak için neler vermezdim. O gün iki kere bu anı düşünüp yıllar sonra kendimi tatmin ettim.
Ama sonuçta kızım artık sikin tadını almıştı bakalım daha neler yapacaktı.

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ilk olarak agzımı siken o kalın yaraklı kıllı adamdan sonra..sinemadan cıktım ve evin yolunu tuttum karım beni bekliyordu.
dudaklarım yapıs yapıstı..spermler kuruyunca dudaklarm gerilmisti..kalın yarragını agzıma sokup cıkarmasından dolayı kıpkırmızı olmustu dudaklarım ve yanıyordu..kalcalarımda gotumde sikimde sikimin kıllarında ve gosumde adamın kurumus spermleri vardı.. donuma bukasanlar henuz kurumamıstı ..

EVE VARDIGIMDA KARIM BENİ HERZAMANKİ GİBİ KAPIDA KARSIKADI..

ustunde her zamanki gibi seksi kıyafetleri vardı.karnın acmı yemek yemek istermisin dedi.ben hayır seni istiyorum diyerek dudaklarına yapıstım..
karım adamın spermleriyle kaplı dudaklarımı emiyor yalıyordu..daha sonra yine kalın yaraklı kıllı adamın spermleri ile kaplı sikimi agzına verip emdirmeye basladım.sikimi amına gotunade aokarak bir sure siktikten sonra amına bosaldım..karımda artık benim gibi o adamın spermlerini yalamıs amına gotuna bulastırmıstı bilmeden.

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selam dostum,kim bu filizcik;)

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selam kanka
filiz karim olur

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anlat bana karini:)kac yasinda?

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38 yasinda

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neden karindan gizlisin dostum,hangi orospuluklari seni cildirtti:)

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ama az orospu degildir
tepkisini bilemiyorum
karima acilmak cok zor

xhamsterarakadas
neden dostum?cokmu inatci yada kapali?

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goguslerini sadece ucunu kapatan bikiniler giyer
sutyensiz elbiseler giyer

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kendini sergilemeyi seviyo oyleyse surtuk:)
acik giyiniyosa farkli fikirlere daha kolay uyum saglar dostum,ona hediyeler al,dar elbiseler,mini etekler,transparan ustler;)

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haklisini ona iyice guven vermeliyim
evet seviyor

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senin yaninda kendisini teshir ederken
neler hissettigini paylastimi seninle?

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yok – teshir ettigini kesinlikle kabul etmez
kesinlikle normal giydikleri – hissini verir hep

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sen karisiyomusun peki giydiklerine? karistigin icin psikolojik ustunluk kurmaya calisiyor olabilir

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evet acikcasi bazen kiskanclik duygularima yenik dusup karistigim oluyor

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karisma dostum:)dunya erkekliginden ne istiyosun,karinin goguslerinin tadini cikarmak bizimde hakkimiz:D

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evet haklisin

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karin basti deme:D nereye kayboldun?
dostum ordamisin?
yatak odasinda nasil?fanteziler konusunda renksiz bi yatak odaniz var galiba,yoksa farkli dusuncelere daha kolay alisabilirdi;)

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selam dostum
kusura bakma karim geldi eve aniden ciktim 🙂
evet yatak odasi biraz renksiz

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cok kilibiksin dostum:Dgercek bi erkek olarak renksiz yatak odanizda filizi zevkten zevke suruklemek isterdim;)

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ne desen haklisin dostum 🙂
elimde degil – ben 4 kiz cocugundan sonra olmusum.
babam da ben kucukken birakmis – yani annemle birlikte 5 kadinla buyudum…
ancak bu kadar olabildim :)))

xhamsterarakadas
paylasim durtulerin ne zamandan beri basladi?

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hayir dostum olumsuz anlamda kullanmadim:Ddostun yaninda artik:Dbu boga hepsine yeter merak etme;)

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anlasilan bizim ailede sikilmedik am birakmiyacan 🙂
hepsine darken 🙂

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evlenince bu duygu tavan yapti
ama tek degisen karimi kiskaniyorum. yani acik veya bikini giyince hem hosuma gidiyor, hemde icimde kiskanclik yaratiyor
paylasma durtuleri ben cok kucukken basladi – dedigim gibi 4 ablam oldugu icin ergenlik cagina geldigimde bir suru arkadasim arkamdan ablalarim hakkinda konustugunu biliyordum
hatta bizimkiler evde rahatdir (erkek olmadigi icin) – bazen arkadaslari mahsustan eve getirirdim
ablamlari sortla, atletle, kisa eteklerle gormeleri cok hosuma giderdi

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ve lanet olsun dostum,aynisindan bende istiyorum:Dablalarini tekrar ayni evde topla ve beni misafir et:D evdeyken arkadaslarinin ablalarina,vucutlarina bakislarini yakalamak sana nasil bi haz veriyodu? ve ablalarin hakkinda konustuklarini nerden biliyosun,nasil emin olabiliyosun?
‘biz senin namusunuz ama bizi arkadasinin kucagina birakiyosun,birakip ne iyi ediyosun,hayatimizda boyle haz almadik,hicbir delikanli dol yatagimizi boylesine dolleyememisti’ deyislerini canlandir kafanda;)
dusunsene arkadaslarin tarafindan arzulanan,mahallede herkesin kalcalarina bakip sikini sivazladigi,genclik yillari ostrojen hormonu asiriligiyla gecip yetiskinliklerinde hepsi birer erkek delisi olmus ablalarinin yuvarlak kalcalarini sert kasigima oturtup onlarin icine girdigimi;)hele kucagimda ziplarken kalcalarinin kasiklarimda şaplama sesleri arasinda senin gozunun icine baktiklarini:)
sikiyorum ama bi sor niye:)dostumun fantezi dunyasi gercek olsun,zevkin doruklarinda nirvanaya ulassin,bana minnettar olsun bende dostlugumun geregini yerine getirip arkadasimi memnun etmis olayim diye:Dyoksa amsalak degilim tabi,hepside farkli zamanlarda karsima ciksa sikmem belk**e.ama isin icine sen girince degisiyor;)

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arkadaslara gelince – biliyorsun o yasta herseyi belli ediyor erkekler. bazen 3-4 tane arkadas gelip bu aksam size gelmek istiyoruz diye gevrek gevrek siratarak gelirlerdi. ben de salaga yatip buyrun gelin de niye guluyorsunuz – yok birsey deyip ‘seftali varmi sizde’ derdi birisi – veya sizin seftaliler tuylu mu tuysuz – veya
bir keresinde iki maganda takilde peslerine – aralarinda konusuyorlar
soldaki gote bak (ablamlarda hep dar kot giyerdi) – yok sagdaki daha iyi
ortadaki tam bir orospu nasil kivirtiyor
o gunku 31 cekisimdeki gibi hicbir zaman bosalmadim

aralarinda fazla yas farki olmadigi icin mahallede hep birliktle kol kola yururlerdi
cogu zaman ben de arkalarinda – onlar beni onlardan utandigim icin arkalarindan yurudugumu sanarlardi. halbuki yanlarinda erkek olmayisi – mahallenin diger erkeklerine guvence getirirdi. rahat rahat laf atarlardi – rahat rahat peslerine takilirlardi. ben ise gormezden gelirdim.
ufff ne yaptin abi – namus denen birsey kalmadi sayende
gerci senden once de var diyemem:)
sizin karpuzlar baya buyuk gerci kucugude vardi gecen geldigimizde
resmen benle konusurken siklerini sivazlardi ben ise anlamamis gibi yapip saf saf cevap verirdim.
ablalarim tuysuz seftali sever – gerci annem tuylu seviyor onun icin her ikiside var derdim
onlarda gulmekten delilirdi

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ablalarin herkesin sevgilisi oldugu icin samimiyet kurmakta sorun yasadiklarini sanmiyorum,eve gelen arkadaslarinada yakinlik gosteriyolardi mutlaka:)peki evde senin tanik oldugun arkadaslarinin temasi,laf atmasi,bakisi,tacizi oldumu?yada ablalarindan sana yakinlik gosteren,yakin tensel temasa giren oluyomuydu?
boyle surtukler mahallede unluyse kesin kapicinin oglu,bakkalin ciragi,kirtasiyeci,sofor herkesin kucagindan gecmistir,arkadaslarinda buyuklerinden erotik hikaye tadinda dinledikleri ablalarinin kim tarafindan nasil sikildiigi seruvenlerindeki azgin orospulara yakindan tanik olmak icin sizin eve gelmeye can atiyolardi eminim
kimbilir kuytularda,senin bilmedigin koselerde kimlerin kucaklarinda silkelenip,kimlerin koynuna yattilar,kac kisi o asuftelerin yuvarlak kalcalarina bosalirken uzerlerine cullanip onlara sahip oldular.her yedikleri yarakta emin ol akillarina ilk sen gelmissindir,erkegimiz bizi korur daha fazlasina izin vermez diye geciriyolardi kesin:)
namusu takan kim?:Dablalarinin oyle bi derdi yok enazindan;)hepsi teshirci yarak delisi orospu:)sen onlarin pesinden giderken onlar atiilan laflarin ve senin buna sahit oldugunun farkinda degillermi saniyosun:)onlarda seni yanlarinda sigorta olarak tasiyor,ama herhangibir taskinlik olmadan sadece kontrollu laf atilmasi eminim iclerinden bazilarini islatiyor bile olabilir;)

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oyle cok asiri temas olmasada – dedigim gibi yanaktan opusmeler, sarilmalar filan olurdu
ablalarim bazen ayy suna bak ne kadar tatli diye yanaklarni sikar sarilirrdi arkadaslarima
ablamlar hep cana yakindir, sicak kanlidir
arkadaslarim eve gelince hepsi karsilar ve cogu zaman opusurler
arkadaslarim eve geldiginde annemle birlikte tum ablalarimi operlerdi
ben de saygidan diye dusunurdum hep
evet – bakkal, kasap, manav hep ablalarima selam soylerlerdi
ablalarin nasil
nurgul nasil ? nurten nasil gbi seyler derlerdi – pis pis gevrek gevrek sorarlardi
dediklerin o kadar dogru ki bizim mahalleden cikacan diye korkuyorum 🙂
beni ise sanki onlardanmisim – yani en kucuk kiz kardesleriymisim gibi davranilardi.
onlari gizlice izlememe gerek yoktu – bacaklarina agdayi bile yanimda yaparlardi
hatta arada sirada ustlerini yanimda degistirdikleri bile oldu

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bu orospularin ve senin yasin kac?aranizda baya yas farki var demekki,arkadaslarina sevimli demeleri baya ilginc:)sevimli tatli derken herhalde ilerde yarragini nasil yalayip ustune oturacaklarinin hayalini kuruyolardi:)hepsini tanimak istiyorum dostum:)bellimi olur bigun tanistirirsin;)benide sicak karsilarlar herhalde:P
arkadaslarin gercekten sansliymis:)aralarinda olmak isterdim,hazzin bi kisi daha artardi,operken sarilirken ellerimi kalcalariinda bellerinde gorunce yada goguslerine dokununca:)
merak etme sizin mahalleden ciksam hepside kucagimdan gecmis olurdu ve isimlerini aklimdan cikarmazdim:)o selam soyleyen esnaf kimbilir kackez tezgah arkasinda avucladi nurgulu,nurteni;)ellerini kottan iceri sokup bakire sutbeyaz gotlerde gezdirdiler pis ellerini;)seninle gonderilen her bi selam,’nurten seni sikicem’,’nurgul gecenki kucagimda hoplattigim gun guzelmiydi’ demek aslinda:D

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hepimizin arasinda 1-2 yas fark var
en kucuk ben suan 36 yasindayim
ablalarim 38, 39, 41 ve 43 yaslarinda
evet – mahallede herkes bizi tanirdi…
bir keresinde bakkaldan kasar istedigimde ‘can’a kasar ver’
– cirak ise onlarda kasar cok demisti…. resmen yuzume karsi…

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My hair stylist is exactly the opposite of the usual gay or effeminate stereotype. He is every inch a man. Tall, well, built and an especially attractive red head. But, more than his physical attributes, it is his outrageously flirtatious manner that always makes me wet. The man just oozed sex from every pore. I had had some very shocking fantasies about him as a result.

However, I am a reserved person and could not imagine ANY of my fantasies actually becoming reality. Probably for that reason, I allow him liberties that I have never dreamed I would. For example, in his shop the clients are expected to change into one of an assortment of short kimonos either over your clothes or alone. In my case, I always take my top off and only wear the kimono as I am often having my hair dyed one color or another. Well, these kimonos have a tendency to slide open in the front exposing a grander view of my chest than I would ordinarily be comfortable with…sometimes even exposing a portion of my bra. I usually try to fix it as soon as I notice, but I think Jack often notices long before I do. On more than one occasion, he has commented on the color or style of my bra and brought an embarrassed flush to my face. I try to match his smoothness and sophistication, but Jack turns me into a gangly, awkward 14 yr. old all over again.

I see him often, at least once a month, and he always calls me “Sugar” which just undoes me… I do not flatter myself though that I am any different than his other clients with whom he flirts. Especially since I tend to act like such a goof around him. Although I am beautiful, I never think about it or feel like it. I grew up believing I was ugly and even a successful modeling career hasn’t changed my view of myself. I am 5’9″, 132lbs, long dancers legs, lightly freckled milky white skin, big green eyes, and a 34DD chest. My friends try to remind me that my looks alone scare the hell out of most men…but I still usually feel like the ugliest girl at the dance. Because of this, I try to take special pains with my appearance hoping to reassure myself, I suppose, but logically, it probably just makes the whole thing worse. Especially around Jack, I always plan my outfits carefully to try to catch his eye. I really doubt he notices and then I usually end up going on and on about some inanity or other. Not giving him any clue to my fantastic intellect as I chatter on like a Barbie doll.

Last month, I was planning trip to LA and I was very excited. Although, I didn’t grow up there I went to college there and have considered it home since. This summer I moved and was anxious to get back and see my friends. However, LA being LA, I couldn’t possibly go down there with anything less than perfect hair. I had left things to the last minute, a bad idea with a stylist as busy as Jack. I called him only two days before I was to leave and he said he was booked solid. I was in a panic; he reassured me that if anyone cancelled, he would let me know. That afternoon, to my surprise, he called to tell me that he could fit me in at 8pm the next evening. After thanking him profusely, I thought to myself how great it was that I was going to be able to get my hair done only the night before my flight the next morning. Having a new cut and fresh color always inflates my self-esteem a little.

Arriving the next night, I was daunted by the closed down look of the place. I knocked on the door tentatively, and to my huge relief, Jack came sauntering out from the back. “I almost left,” I said “the shop looks closed and I thought maybe you’d forgotten.”

“No way I could ever forget you, Sugar,” he said rakishly. I thought to myself “Come on, it’s a line. He’s in a people business and he is just charming a client.” Unable to say anything to him however, I just smiled. He then grabbed me in his customary hug of greeting while grabbing my butt and quickly kissed me on the lips. Feeling the usual fluster I feel when he does this, I was at a loss for words again. Being a very verbal person, losing my powers of speech annoys me. I used this annoyance to try to get a grip on my racing heart, but I thought to myself that at least I wasn’t chattering at him like a damn squirrel! Smiling, he took my hand, led me to his chair, and said, “So, what are we going to do tonight?” We discussed the options bursa escort for a few minutes and came up with a plan. “Great!” he said, “Why don’t you go get changed while I mix the colors?”

I went to the changing room to take off my top and don one of the kimonos. It must have been an especially busy day at the shop because there were only two left out of the usual assortment of 30 or so and no belts to secure them with! I called out “Uh…Jack? There don’t seem to be any belts left to tie this thing with…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Came his reply, “It’s only you and me here.”

“Oh god,” I thought, “Now I’ll feel even more skittish than usual. Crap!” As I stood there trying to figure out how to handle this, his voice came from outside the curtain, “Are you ready, Sugar? Let’s get this started, or we’ll be here all night.” I couldn’t help the tiny smile that formed at the thought of all night with Jack, thinking naughty things, I simply said “Yep, coming!” Thank god, I was wearing one of my favorite lingerie sets, a black sheer bra with beautiful embroidery, and the matching thong. “Well if he’s going to see it at least it’s pretty!” I thought. Secretly, I had to admit to myself that I had put it on earlier with the faint hope that my robe might have one of those accidents and here I was without even a way to keep it closed! Trying very hard not to blush or grin like and idiot, I came out of the dressing room holding it closed with my right hand.

To my disappointment, he didn’t say anything provocative as I crossed to sit in his chair. He just smiled professionally and started dyeing my hair the copper red and blonde combination we’d agreed on. While he worked, we chatted about nothing in particular. I just concentrated on trying not to come off as completely vapid. It was very hard with all of that maleness right there next to me. He smelled sooo nice, very masculine, and terribly distracting. We got around to sex or my lack of it after awhile and he said “Maybe that’s why you’re so tense…you just need a good fuck!”

I was stunned into silence for a second and recovered my composure slightly by trying to act casual. I said, “Oh, I take care of myself just fine.” Hoping he would get my entendre.

He grinned that grin and looked me dead in the eye saying, “Sugar, NOTHING can replace a hot, hard cock in your pussy.” Now, I was completely lost. I could not say a thing. And after holding my eyes a second longer, he went back to my hair as casually as if he’d just told me it was raining. I just awkwardly sat there willing that horrible telltale flush out of my cheeks. Another couple of seconds later, he was done and took me over to the dryer to let the color develop. I was tremendously relieved to bury myself in a magazine for a while.

When my hair was good and cooked, he led me to the sink to wash out the excess dye. As usual, he gave me a terrific scalp massage while he was doing it. I closed my eyes and made tiny sounds of pleasure in the back of my throat. He stopped rubbing abruptly and I opened my eyes to the sight of his gloriously bulging crotch. My eyes flicked up to meet his as he said, “I didn’t know you liked it that much.” and resumed his sensuous massage. Closing my eyes again, I felt like purring. From the safety of my closed lids I replied, “I always sound like that when someone makes me feel good.” Although I told myself it was only wishful thinking, I hoped that I felt him jerk a little in surprise or appreciation as I said it. His fingers kept on making music on my scalp for much longer than the usual amount of time. I risked a peek from under my lowered lashes at his crotch again, and this time I was almost positive I detected a swelling that added to the already impressive size of his package.

He finally finished washing my hair. To my grim disappointment, when I opened my eyes this time, he was turned away from me and gestured in an off-hand manner for me to go back and sit in his chair. I sighed inwardly, chastised myself for having an over active imagination, and went to sit down. He came and stood behind me while roughly toweling my hair a little more. I didn’t realize it at first, but at some point I’d stopped holding the kimono shut and it was hanging more than halfway open. I could see most of my bra was exposed as I looked bursa escort bayan into the mirror. I shifted my focus to see that Jack was lasciviously appreciating my view. In a desperate attempt to compete in this game, I didn’t bother to close it again, just let him look. “Nice.” was all he said and grinned his wicked grin. Disappointed, I lost myself in ruminations about professional flirtations as he began to get down to the business of cutting my hair. It only needed a trim, so it didn’t take long at all. When he finished, Jack suggested that I get dressed again before he put the finishing touches on my style.

In the changing room, I stared into the mirror wondering what in hell was so wrong with me that I couldn’t get Jack to take me more seriously as a female rather than just another client. While I was in there beating myself up, he yelled “Hey, I’m gonna have a glass of wine. You want one?”

” What the hell…” I thought, ” I certainly don’t have any hot dates waiting…”

“Sure!” I yelled back as I pulled my low-cut V-neck tee over my head and went out to join him. He quickly dried and styled my hair.

What happened next astonished me. Still behind me, he took my wineglass from my hand and swiveled the chair around to face him. Before I could blink, he ground his mouth onto mine and let out a guttural moan. “God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he growled, “I didn’t think you’d mind.” The grin was back and there was a teasing twinkle in his eye. All I could do was stare at him, mouth still slightly open from his kiss. “Here, why don’t we fill that pretty mouth with something beside words…” as he unzipped his fly and brought out an enormous penis. I let him put it in my mouth and began to suck and lick, like it was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. As wide as I could stretch my jaw, I could barely fit it in my mouth. It was huge! Only half hard he was already at least 8 in long and 3in around. One of his large hands held the back of my head, and pushed his dick further into my tight throat. “Uuuungh!” he moaned. I placed my hands on his hips as he began to fuck my mouth. Before very long he whispered raggedly, “Oh, Sugar, I’m cumming…” I swirled my tongue around the huge head of his cock and then sealed my lips around it so that I could suck every last creamy pearl of cum from his gorgeous cock. He began to buck and twitch while I held on enjoying his enjoyment. When he stopped cumming, I unlocked my lips from his dick and my arms from around his hips. Without bothering to do up his pants, he shuffled over and flopped onto one of the antique couches in the waiting area.

Eyes slightly glazed, he said “Thanks, Sugar…” dreamily. Totally unsure of what to do or say, I just sat there until he gestured with his hand. “Come over here…” I got up and went to him, but didn’t sit down. He lifted up my shirt, pulled my breasts out of the cups of my bra, and began to suck and nip and tease with his mouth and fingers. I closed my eyes and let him set me on fire. After a moment, I swayed on my feet, and he got up to lay me down on the couch where he had just been reclining. He tugged my shirt off and then reached for the snap on my pants. He slid my pants off then stood up to gaze down at me, drinking in the sight of my white skin contrasting sexily with the black lace. He ran his hand up my legs to grab my panties and pull. Kneeling on the floor at my feet he pulled my legs apart and kissed all the way up the inside, pausing to tickle the back of my knee with his tongue. Up and up he kissed, licked, and bit the insides of my legs until he reached my pussy, his tongue luxuriously swirled around my clit. Blindly he groped the shelf next to us and grabbed a bottle of styling stuff, which he proceeded to slowly work into my dripping pussy. My breath caught sharply as I felt the cold plastic bottle stretch my smooth shaven lips and ease into my hot, wet tunnel. With his other hand he reached up to sharply twist my right nipple and that was what sent me over the edge. “Unnnnhhhh…oh god….Jack…..”

Still stunned at what was taking place, my wildest fantasies coming true, I could only lay there staring at the ceiling. I hadn’t had time to come back to coherence before Jack was next to me with the wine glasses. We sipped in silence for a moment, then without escort bursa a word, he took my glass away again. He pulled me around and half off the couch. My head was resting on the rug and my butt was balanced on the edge of the couch. He was kneeling on the rug next to me and pulled my knees as far apart as they would go before reaching for the wine bottle. He used his fingers to open my pussy and slowly filled my hole with the delicious red wine we’d been drinking. He bent his face closer and drank deeply of the mixture of my juice and wine. He drove his tongue in and out of my drenched cunt. Hungrily, he and slurped and licked until the wine was gone. He reached for the now empty bottle and proceeded to slowly and sensuously fuck my hole with it. He resumed his attentions on my clit and brought me quickly to orgasm. “Mmmmmm…. you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted…” he murmured.

He pulled me up onto the couch again as he lay back on it himself. His cock was fully engorged and the biggest one I’d ever encountered. As he pulled me onto him my pussy lips brushed against it and I opened my eyes wide as I could feel just how big he was. He grabbed my hips and lifted me up a little to position me at the top of his enormous pole. I braced my hands on his chest and very slowly lowered myself onto his monster. I reached the bottom and had to stop for a second. I think we were both surprised and how easily he had slid into me. But, I had never been more turned on and my pussy and the couch were soaked with my girl cum. I paused, letting my self adjust to its huge girth and length that felt like it was all the way up near my heart. My pussy lips were stretched wide around it and he filled me so full my clit dragged against him every time I breathed. I began to move slowly back up the length of it. Up and down, I slid slowly, looking into his eyes. I shuddered in a small climax and he grabbed my hips suddenly, stilling my movements. “Wait, I don’t want to cum yet,” he rasped, as my internal muscles clenched and spasmed around him.

He lifted me off his rod and positioned himself behind me. I leaned over the arm of the couch and offered him my backside. “What a fantastic ass you have…”

“Thanks.” I smiled. I felt him place the head of his cock at my pussy entrance again and this time he thrust in swiftly. He started to pound my cunt and I felt his fingers trying to open my asshole. “Unugh, no!” I managed, between slams. I had had nothing but negative and painful experiences with my ex-boyfriend’s fumbling attempts at anal sex. At this point, I was sure it was something I’d hate. But, he ignored my protest and before I could stop him, he forced his finger all the way in. In seconds the feeling of his finger in my ass and his gigantic cock in my cunt made me cum with an intensity I had never experienced. He continued to stretch open my tight ass, adding another and another finger, never ceasing his ramming of my cunt. Tidal waves of pleasure crashed over me until I saw stars. I had gushed cum everywhere and was kneeling in a pool of my own juice on the couch.

I was in a total daze from the non-stop orgasms when he slowed his thrusting and pulled out of my sopping cunt. I felt the cunt-slimed head of his monstrous cock pressing at the entrance of my asshole. I was so out of it I didn’t even protest as he slowly forced his way in. “Oh god, yes! You’re even tighter than I’d imagined!” he growled. I gasped from the sheer size of his cock in my ass as he continued to relentlessly stuff it into my recently virgin asshole. But, to my complete shock, I loved the way it felt to have his cock moving in my ass. Thrusting very slowly, he reached for the wine bottle again and began to screw it gently into my gaping cunt hole. Being thoroughly filled in both holes, I felt so dirty and so hot! This was far beyond anything I’d ever imagined. He stroked in and out of my tight ass while reaching around to thrust the bottle in and out of my cunt. Gradually, his strokes quickened until he was hammering my asshole. Slam, slam, slam! “Oh, fuck…Sugar!” and he came, pounding my asshole from behind like a jackhammer. His orgasm set me off and I came with him bucking and jerking between the bottle in my cunt and his steel pole in my ass.

He collapsed on top of me after removing the wine bottle from my pussy. A second later I felt his softening cock slide out of my ass. “Oh Sugar, Sugar….” he sighed, “You know, I have wanted this for so long. I can’t believe it actually happened.” I smiled and thought to myself “You have no idea…”

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Mr Smith’s First Visit

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It’s lunchtime, and you’ve just sat down at your desk to eat. You do this everyday, but today is different. Today is Thursday, the day that Mr. Smith is scheduled to drop in to visit with your boss. He’s come in only one time before, and although the two of you hardly spoke you still felt something. A feeling that you’ve had before.

A small, very faint voice in the back of your head told you that you knew what that feeling was, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You had tried to immediately dismiss it, but the more you tried the more you couldn’t stop thinking about him and your brief meeting. And the more you thought about it, the wetter you got.

By the time you got home from work that night, you had gone over your encounter a hundred times in your head looking for clues as to why you got that feeling. Was it the way that he smiled at you when you looked up from your desk? No, everybody does that you tell yourself. Was it the way he briefly chatted with you while waiting for your boss? Couldn’t be, everybody does that too.

You finally give up after hours of thinking about it. All you know is he got you hot and you want him, and you hope he feels the same. You climb into bed to go to sleep for the night, but you can’t get to sleep. He’s still on your mind, and you realize that your crotch is burning.

“This is going to be good!” you think to yourself as you reach down to play with your pleasure button. You stop to pinch your nipples just for a second then you slowly go down your flat stomach imagining it was him touching you there for the very first time…you reach your shaved mound and slowly spread your lips apart. You touch your clit ever so slightly, and it sends an electric volt through your whole body. You’ve never been this horny before, and you know you are going to be able to bring yourself to orgasm in seconds, but you don’t, instead you stop.

You suddenly remembered that he’s coming back in 3 days to see your boss again. You quickly come up with a plan to seduce him at your office. You know it’s going to be hard, but you put your orgasm off until you see him again, you want him to be able to experience it with you.

You go over your plan several more times during your lunch, tweaking things just to make sure it’s going to work. You go to the bathroom to make sure your blue V-necked dress was showing off as much cleavage as possible. You hike the dress up just a little at the waist to show off just a little bit of thigh, and even though the slit up the right side of the dress goes up your thigh pretty high, you rip the seam another couple of inches, just to make sure he gets a nice shot of your hip. You start to remove your thong, but then you realize that you forgot to bring your purse with you and you really don’t want anybody to see you walking back to your desk with your thong in your hands so you put them back on, but not before you notice how wet they are.

“Mmm…” you think to yourself.

As you sit back down at your desk, you hear the door open, and you look up to see Mr. Smith walking towards you. You smile at him (your plan has begun), only he’s not looking directly at you, he seems preoccupied with some paper in his hand.

“Not off to a great start…this is going to be tough” you think, but you’re bursa escort up for the challenge.

When he reaches your desk he doesn’t even look at you. He’s still reading something in his hand. He just says

“Mr. Smith here to see Mr. Thompson.”

You answer with a very sexy voice

“Ok, one moment. Let me look in the appointment book.”

You lean over to pull the appointment book out of the bottom drawer giving him a very nice shot of your tits (second part of the plan), but his attention is still on the paper in his hand.

You put the appointment book on your desk, and look for Mr. Smith, yep, there it is, in the same exact spot it was the first 15 times you looked today.

“Here it is, Mr. Smith, 1:30. You’re a little early, can I get you something to drink while you wait?”

“Ummm…sure…Coke…Pepsi…whatever you got.”

he replies still looking at his paper. You slowly get up and walk around your desk as he heads for one of the chairs. You say

“Mr. Smith, I’m not sure what we have, why don’t you follow me to the kitchen so we can look together?”

“Ummmm…yeah, sure.” is his only response.

You lead the way, hoping that he’s staring at your ass, only to find out once you get to the kitchen that he still staring at his paper.

“DAMMIT!” you think, “this isn’t working.”

You open the fridge and bend over to look inside making sure your ass is pointed straight at him.

“Is Pepsi ok?”

You ask as you stand up and turn around to face him. He looks up from his paper and looks straight at the can.

“Yes, perfect. Thank you.”

He grabs the can and turns to walk back to the front to wait for his meeting. You stay behind in the kitchen wondering if you had imagined the spark between you the other day.

“He didn’t even notice that my nipples were hard when I stood up from the fridge!” you say to yourself.

“Oh well, I still have a chance when he comes out of the meeting”

you think as you walk back to your desk.

About 20 minutes go by, and he’s still in there. Normally, these kinds of meetings last about 10 minutes, but if they go longer than that, it’s usually about an hour or so before they end. Either they are quick, or they last a long time, which reminds you of most of the men you’ve had in your life as you chuckle to yourself.

The longer you sit there waiting for him, the dryer your mouth gets. You try to put it off, but you can’t any longer, you need a drink of water. You get up and run to the kitchen to get a drink, and as soon as you get it, someone walks into the kitchen and starts a conversation with you about a client that might be coming in later. You respond with obvious irritability

“uh huh..yeah…yeah…ok…gotta go.”

You walk back towards your desk calmly, you don’t want anybody to notice that you are hurrying and you don’t want to work up a sweat.

You get to your desk and you notice that your boss is standing in the lobby talking with someone and Mr. Smith is nowhere to be found. You peek around your boss’s door to see if he is still in there, he’s not.

“He’s gone, and you blew it.”

you tell yourself. You head off towards the bathroom to check and make sure that you looked ok. How did he not notice you today?

“Look bursa escort bayan at this cleavage! How could he miss it? I must have had a booger hanging out of my nose or something!”

You think to yourself chuckling again.

As you walk by the men’s bathroom on your way to the women’s, you hear the men’s door open. You glance over your shoulder to see who it is so you can say hi to one of the many men in your office, only to see Mr. Smith standing there with a big grin on his face.

He quickly steps out and grabs you by the arm, pulling you into the bathroom. Your first thought is “WTF?” and you try to resist, but you can’t. He pulls you in and locks the door behind you. You start to say something, but he stops you by putting a finger up to your lips.

“I know.” is all he says.

Your heart starts racing, and your crotch starts burning again like it did a few nights earlier in your bed.

He turns you around and grabs your wrists, and makes you put your hands on the wall. You’re standing as if he was a cop and you were going to be frisked. He slowly slides his hands down the outside of your arms all the way to your shoulder. He slowly goes down your sides from your shoulders…his fingers reaching around your side just enough to brush up against the outside of your breasts…you gasp and have trouble getting another breath for a few seconds…you notice a rush of wetness in your crotch.

His hands go down further to your hips, and then waist. He slowly kneels down behind you as his hands goes even slower down your thighs until they gets to your flesh right above your knees. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your knees, and you let out a tiny moan as the burning in your crotch intensifies.

He starts moving his hands back up your thighs, only this time he’s inside your skirt. He stands up and lifts your dress over your thong. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he grabs the straps of your thong right where they meet the piece of floss at the back, and in one fast motion (one that you weren’t expecting) he rips the straps right off the floss.

You gasp and let out a whisper of a moan. “Yes! I like it rough.”

“I know.” He says as he gives your neck a little bite.

You moan louder this time and your breathing picks up just a little more. He grabs the piece of floss and pulls out your ripped thong from between your legs and lifts it to his nose. He takes in a deep breath of your juices and without saying a word he reaches around and makes you smell yourself on your thong.

You moan a soft “ooooohhhhhh.”

He puts your thong in his pocket and then slowly works his hands down your sides again, slowly kneeling down behind you. He stops at the point where your lifted up dress is exposing your ass. He puts his hands on your waist and slowly traces down the crack of your ass with his tongue. He gets to your puckered asshole and traces around the outside of it making you moan louder and louder.

You instinctively push your ass into his face, but that causes him to retreat and without warning you hear the echo of his hand spanking your nice tanned ass reverberating throughout the bathroom. You let out a shocked “Oh Yes.” as your body twitches from the pain.

He lets you stay in that position, escort bursa because you’ve stuck your ass out just enough to give him access to your slit. He bends down and kisses the spot where he spanked you. You notice the contrast of the cool of his lips against the hotness of your hand-shaped welt and you let out a little moan. He goes back to licking down the crack of your ass.

He gets to your hole again…stops and waits for you to instinctively push back…you don’t…so he continues. You know what’s coming next, and you hold your breath in anticipation. He doesn’t let you down, and you let out a long whisper of a moan as his tongue enters your ass and waves of pleasure coarse through your body.

Your lips are fully opened now and ready for him, as he licks from your ass to your slit, but he doesn’t dive right into your dripping opening. He licks all the way around your sweet spot, licking up all the juices he can and savoring the sweet smell. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, you feel his tongue enter your sweet canal.

You feel an orgasm coming on quickly as his tongue is darting in and out of you, licking your inner walls. He spreads your lips with his hand and starts rubbing your clit in small little circles. Your breathing and moaning are now picking up speed and your orgasm comes on quick and intense. You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming as you flood his mouth with your sweet and salty tasting juices.

Your orgasm subsides but your legs are now like rubber. You wonder to yourself how you are even still standing after that, and before you can even finish the thought, you feel his hard cock entering your tight puckered asshole. You let out a gasp as he rams it all the way in.

“Yes!” you moan a little too loud.

You bite your bottom lip again to stop everybody in the building from hearing you.

You push back up against him, matching him thrust for thrust as he’s pounding your forbidden hole.

“Oh yes, give it to me…fuck my ass!” you manage to get out through your clenched teeth.

He notices your breathing has quickened, and he matches pace. You feel the orgasm you put off days earlier coming on strong about the same time you notice his moans. The two of you turn into one as your bodies spasm with earth shattering orgasms.

“YES! YES! YES!” the two of you moan together.

As the spasms subside, the two of you come back to this reality. A shiver runs through your body as he pulls out of you.

“Thank you, I needed that” you struggle to say.

“I know” is his response again.

You pull your dress down and turn around to face him, but instead you see the door of the bathroom closing and he’s nowhere to be seen. You lock the door behind him and clean yourself up a bit in front of the mirror. Before you turn to walk out, you look at yourself in the mirror and smile and think to yourself.

“Oh yeah! My plan worked to perfection.”

You can almost hear his voice in your head respond.

“I know.”

As you sit back down in your desk, your boss comes walking over to you and says,

“I don’t know if you talked to him or not, but Mr. Smith is going to be coming by about once a week from now on. Can you make an appointment for him for next week? Same day, same time.”

He makes a mental note of your enthusiasm.

“Oh yes!” as he walks back into his office.

“I get to see him again in a week! Time to come up with another plan.” you think to yourself.

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A Cliff-Hanging Banging

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Amy could barely remember the day of the accident. She had been an avid rock climber for years, always being safe, but one day she slipped while leading an overhung sport route and the next thing she knew she was drifting in and out of consciousness in a hospital ICU.

She normally wore a helmet, but she couldn’t remember why she didn’t wear one this time: was she showing off for Jason? Was she just forgetful? Was it just a really easy climb? And yeah, why DID she slip off? She vaguely remembered something crawling out of a hold onto her hand, and then pulling the hand out to shake it off; but was that just her imagination filling in details?

A year later, her depression from the trauma and the headaches was exacerbated by her fear of getting back into the sport. She had tried climbing once but vertigo set in no more than 5 feet off the ground. She panicked, climbed down, and stuffed her climbing gear into the back of her closet.

Finally her friends intervened and bought her a free session with Instructor Mike, a local mountain guide offering instruction in overcoming mental blocks to climbing. His methods were unorthodox, but climbers recovering from post-traumatic stress swore by him.

And, her friends figured, it wouldn’t hurt that he was notoriously incredibly sexy.

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Amy checked her watch. The sun was sweltering in the shade-less parking lot, and she was already sweating from nerves, anticipating the climb to come. Instructor Mike was 20 minutes late, and she wondered how long she should reasonably wait.

She was wearing spandex shorts and a fitted t-shirt, but she was still overheating. She had just decided to take off her shirt to cool down, and was pulling it up over her head when a pick-up pulled up and skidded to a stop into the spot next to her car. She was going to ask for a refund for the unprofessional late arrival, she decided.

Then she saw Mike. Buff, tanned, moderately tall, with wavy hair that blew around his friendly sweet facial features, she was instantly charmed. “Hi!” he waved as he jumped out of the cabin and grabbed a bag from the truck bed. “Sorry I’m late, car troubles. I won’t bore you. Ya ready to climb?” bursa escort

“Ha… I guess…”

“I know you’re nervous, your friends told me all about you. It looks like you’ve been keeping in pretty good shape on your year-long hiatus.” He looked her up and down, his eyes moving over her thin sports bra and shorts. He smiled ever so slightly; it made her blush. God, he was gorgeous…

“We’re gonna go through a few techniques that I’ve picked up over the years that will help you relax and get past your trauma. Let’s just get your energy up, keep you loose, and focus on re-centering. Sound good?”

Sounded like some hippie crap, but what the hell. “Yeah sounds great.”

“Awesome!” Mike tossed her a few pieces of gear and they began walking down the stairs towards the base of the cliffs, making small-talk the whole way. Finally they put their stuff down at a small flat spot beneath a group of climbs that were almost entirely obscured by woods. “There are some good easy climbs here; we’ll get to that anchor and then relax you; hopefully by the end of the day we’ll get you to lead the next climb!”

She nodded, but fretted to herself the whole time she was belaying Mike, almost not noticing his perfectly shaped ass and his wide muscular back. Almost. She also noticed a sizeable bulge in his pants, and began to feel a warmth between her legs…

“Amy, you’re on belay!” he yelled down. She noticed the rope was tight, pulling at her harness reassuringly, though the leg loops were distractingly tight against her upper thighs. She began climbing, and the fear quickly returned. Luckily the climb was easy, and despite her shaking and heavy breathing she managed to get up to the top fairly easily. “Nice job, Amy. Let’s tie you to this anchor; come right over here.” He made a space for her between him and the wall, so they’d both be centered; her back pressed against his torso reassuringly. She thought she felt a bulge growing against her, but assumed it was just his harness.

“Great. Now Amy, I want you to look down; don’t worry, I’m right here with you, and you’re safe.”

Amy looked down; a new wave of panic came over her. She couldn’t believe she was 50 feet up; what if the bolt came out? What if the ropes and bursa escort bayan slings broke? What if her harness had rotted through in the year of disuse? Not trusting herself or her equipment anymore, she began hyperventillating.

Mike’s reassuring voice coaxed her over her shoulder: “Okay, I know it’s scary, you’re gonna have to ease into it.” He began massaging her shoulders, moving down her back, releasing all the tension in what used to be her climbing muscles.

“Still not helping, huh? Okay, let’s get a stretch going. Put your feet up over the anchor bolts. Put your left foot there,” he said, pointed at the chain connecting them to the cliff about a foot to their left at head height, “and your right foot over on that one.” She did as she was told, and stretched her legs straight. She knew her ass was pressed against his crotch now, but she didn’t care; it was working, the stretch and the massage were beginning to relax the knot in her chest that told her she shouldn’t be up there. “Now keep breathing deeply,” Mike said as he continued to massage her back, and began working his growing boner back and forth against her round backside.

“Amy, you’re still holding on to the rope; let go of the rope, you’re gonna need to relax your grip on the ropes completely if you’re going to trust this mountain to hold you up.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can Amy. Just trust me. Here, let’s tie your hands back here so you don’t try and grab the ropes.” He took a length of rope and tied it around her left wrist, then ran it behind his back and tied it to her right wrist. He then went back to massaging her shoulders, moving his hips against her. “Just relax. You are completely safe. I got you.”

Despite herself, Amy leaned back against his chest, breathing deeply like he asked, trying to relax into the situation of being far off the ground. She felt his dick stiffen as she pushed her chest out; in turn she felt herself get wetter and wetter.

Mike moved his massaging hands around to the front and began to massage her tits through her thin sports bra. “I see your nipples aren’t afraid of heights.” She laughed, and then yelped as he squeezed them.

“Your heart rate is still fast, Amy; we’re gonna need you to be fully escort bursa comfortable up here.”

“Sorry, Mike, I’m doing my best…”

“I know. Don’t worry, we have plenty of other stuff to try, to really ease you back into this.” He moved one hand down her front, moving below the harness’s waistbelt and down towards her crotch.

Amy bit her lip as he began massaging her. She was soaking her shorts and she didn’t care. He was playing with her labia through the fabric, and pushing it into her slit to massage her clit. Did he do this with all his clients? She didn’t care; she was so dripping wet she couldn’t stand it. She felt like she was going to come; just as she felt herself welling up, he took his hand away. She suddenly felt the vertigo return, and tried to grab the ropes with her hands. Instead she found herself straining against the ties he’d made around her wrists; it only pulled him closer, his stiff cock moving up and down her ass.

He then reached down and pulled her shorts down, as far as the leg loops would allow. Her legs were still up, exposing her wet pussy. He pulled his cock out over the elastic band of his shorts and she felt its warm shaft rub up and down her dripping wet slit. Then he entered her.

The fabric of her shorts held his shaft against her pussy as he began fucking her; but because of the fact that they were hanging, he couldn’t really thrust. He reached back around with one hand, reached into her shorts, and started working her wet swollen clit. She sighed and pulled him in with her tied hands, pushing him further into her. She began involuntarily clenching and unclenching her pelvic muscles around his shaft, and over her shoulder she heard him groan with pleasure. He kept circling her clit faster and faster, as she worked his cock inside her. Faster and faster, her fear replaced by the sheer need to come and have him come inside her. She forgot she was up on a cliff; she forgot that she’d just met this man; she forgot the accident.

“Ohhh FUUUCCKKK!!! I’m coming!!!” he shouted as he squirted hot, sticky cum into her pussy. She moaned loudly as she began coming in spasms against his hand and around his cock, which kept shooting out warm liquid that dripped down her shorts and down onto the cliff below.

As Mike untied Amy, he asked: “How are you feeling now about the climb?”

Amy looked down, no longer afraid of the height. She smiled and winked at him as she replied: “I could keep climbing all day.”

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Lots about Me Ch. 05: Running

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NOTE: This story contains some darker elements including rougher sex and the pretence of non-consensual sex.

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I get home from a run, and open the front door, and go inside the house. I stop in the hallway to take off my shoes and socks, and then go into the kitchen for water. I put down my key, and open the fridge.

Someone grabs me from behind.

It’s a man. I can smell him, and feel him bigger and stronger against me.

He pushes me onto the bench, bending me, trying to hold me down. He grabs my wrists, but I’m sweaty, still slippery. He slips, then grabs again, but still can’t hold me. He wraps a tea-towel around my wrists to hold me instead. I could have got away then, I suppose, while he does the towel. I could have, but I don’t. Maybe I was too surprised to think or something. Now, it’s too late. He’s holding me properly again, and I can’t. He’s behind me, half on top of me now too, trapping me.

He’s pressing down, holding me down, pressing against me, pressing me into the counter. He tugs my shorts down. He holds me while he does. He tugs my shorts down to my knees, which is enough.

He puts his cock inside me, and I’m so wet it just goes all the way in before I can think.

He’s inside me, and he fucks me, and he holds my hair while he does, telling me not to look at him. He fucks me hard, roughly, still holding my wrists. He’s strong, and bigger than me. I’m helpless.

I tire escort fuck him back.

I fuck him back, so turned on I can’t think. I fuck against him until I come, gasping. Then he does too. He comes, flooding me, but he stays hard inside me. He keeps moving, keeps holding me.

He’s going to go again.

“Water,” I gasp, after a moment. I’ve just been running. I’m thirsty. I can’t wait any longer.

He lets me up, lets me slide over. I just drink out the tap, because the glasses are across the kitchen.

He lets me drink, still moving inside me. Then, when I have, he pulls me off the counter and onto the floor.

He makes me kneel. He tugs my running top off. It’s lycra, and clingy. I have to help. He pulls it up my arms, up over my head, then leaves it around my elbows so now I’m trapped by that, too.

He waves his cock in my face. He holds my hair, and puts it in my mouth, and I let him, I open my mouth, and feel him all slippery-sticky, and taste his saltiness and me. I don’t mind the taste of me. I like the taste of me. The only time I’m not completely happy to taste myself is times like this, when I’m all gross and sweaty.

He knows that, which is why he’s trying making me do it now.

He knows because he knows me. Because this is a fantasy. A game. His fantasy, but both of ours. He’s my boyfriend and we do this a lot.

Why, escort tire what did you think?

I knew he’d probably do this. I expected him be there. I’d been thinking about it, and anticipating this, and getting horny, the whole time I was running.

I know I probably shouldn’t get turned on by this, but I do, and I am. And probably he shouldn’t like to do this either, but he does. So we do. He likes to be rough, and pretend to force me, and me sweaty also turns him on, so he often grabs me when I get back from a run. He also seems to have some thing about games like this and making me, so we do that too. I like it as well. It’s weirdly fun. We tried being more organised, and doing me the helpless captive tied to the bed, but neither of us were really into that. We seemed to prefer me thrown on the floor, and bruised knees, and bitten shoulders, and me being held down and fucked for like two minutes until we both come.

This is how my run ends every second day right now.

I kneel on the floor, half undressed, and he holds my hair, and holds me against the kitchen cupboards, and pushes his cock in and out of my mouth. He’s rough. Rough enough that the back of my head bangs gently on the cupboard. My hair’s in a bun to run, though, so the bumping isn’t that bad. He holds my hair, and pushes into my mouth, and I’m helpless. My arms are trapped. I can’t stop him going slightly tire escort bayan deeper than I’d want him to. He fucks my mouth while I kneel there, and it’s sexy that he is. Sexier than just a blowjob, anyway. Sexier than me choosing what I do.

After a while I want some too, so I struggle for a bit, and push my way back up.

He puts me on my front on the counter, so I’m bending over, and he licks my ass for a bit. He seems to like that sweaty too, which I don’t get, but he licks it tenderly, lovingly, while I moan. He licks my ass, then wipes cooking oil on his cock, and puts it inside me there. He fucks me, and I shift my feet to let him more easily. I shift my feet, and I tug my hand free of my running top, and reach down, and masturbate myself. I know I’ll need to, because he’ll be quick. He’s always quick in my ass. He’s said before he’s incredibly turned on by me having actual orgasms from him being inside there, so I guess that’s why.

I make myself come. I squeeze tight as I do, and that makes him get there. He finishes, and slides out of me, and wipes himself with a paper towel.

Then he kisses me. I kiss him back, and say, “Hi, dickhead.”

“Hey.”

I pull up my shorts. I try and untangle my top, and my arms, and where everything has gone, then give up and just take it off. I warm down, because I’m getting worried I might start to cramp. I stretch, and he watches me because bare tits. I stretch, and then go have a shower, and afterwards we have dinner and watch TV.

I’ve got bruised knees, and a bruised tummy from the edge of the bench, and a sore jaw, and scrape on my arm. This is every second night, right now, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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Another boring day at work and another boring dinner party. That’s all it ever seemed to be these days, monotony. I was so tired of the endless routine that seemed to be my life these days.

Being a single 30 year old woman and a corporate accountant wasn’t exactly the high profile exciting life I envisaged when I was at Uni. Pompous senior accountants and executives seemed to have a way of ruining that theory.

Mr Buntine, the CEO, has particularly requested that I attend tonight’s dinner, asking that I take particular care to entertain Mr Robuck, who he was trying to entice over to our company. God, another stuffy old drone was all I needed!!

I headed out of the office about 6.00pm so that I had enough time to get home and shower and change before the taxi arrived at 7.00pm to pick me up.

I quickly bustled in the door to my apartment. Stella my cat was waiting to greet me. Leaning down and picking her up I said ‘Stella, I’d rather spend my evening with you’. I knew though that life wouldn’t be worth living tomorrow, if I couldn’t tell Mr Buntine that all went well.

Knowing I was on a tight scheduled I quickly feed Stella and made my way to the shower. Standing under the steaming water was rather refreshing and had my skin tingling and awake in seconds.

I lathered my skin and as my fingers glossed over my breasts a yearning settled upon me. I rolled my nipples between my fingers and felt the sensation flow through my body, as my nipples became rather erect. It had been a while between drinks, if you know what I mean!

I knew that I didn’t have time to stand there and satisfy myself, not that I would call masturbation total satisfaction anyway. It would just have to wait until later. I quickly stepped out of the shower, toweled myself down and padded naked into my bedroom.

Leaning on the wardrobe door, not at all enthusiastic about the evening, I scanned my vast array of clothes and wondered what I should wear? Glancing about the room, I spied myself in the full-length mirror and began to analytically appraise myself.

I was only 30 years old and kept myself in very good shape. I was physically fit and enjoyed sport, such as tennis and squash. I had shoulder length dark blonde hair, milky white skin and deep green almost oval shaped eyes. My breasts were rounded, but not too large, 12 C. I had a rather curvaceous figure, definitely not model material, but I guessed I looked passable in most clothes I chose to wear, from the smart office suits to my casual weekend jeans and t-shirts. I was 5’11’ tall and I know some men found that a little intimidating.

Standing there assessing myself I started to think ‘I’m only 30, I should be able to dress like I am only 30 and I am tired of dressing to please all the tired old bored men, who think you should be demure and basically seen, but not heard’

With a moment of abandonment I withdrew a little black dress from my wardrobe. It wasn’t exactly totally inappropriate, but at least it was sexy, if not a little revealing. It had narrow straps, which met the bodice just above the swell of my breasts. Although it wasn’t really low cut, with my pushup bra it certainly gave me a nice cleavage. It tapered into my waist and molded my hips comfortably and fell to about three inches above my knee.

What the hell, I’ll give the old boys something to ogle, as long as one of them doesn’t go and have a heart attack Mr Buntine will never know. I’m sure stuffy old Mr Robuck would think it totally inappropriate to mention my dress sense to Mr Buntine and after tonight I’m never likely to see the old guy again.

After my moments of teasing in the shower I was feeling a little brazen and decided to wear some sexy lingerie. I opened the drawer and tossed a few items around, wondering which I should wear. What’s it matter really, who’s going to see it, I said to myself. That’s right I thought, ‘WHO IS GOING TO SEE IT?’ What the hell, I grabbed my wondabra and a little black ‘G’ string. I slipped into my dress, stepped into my strappy black sandals, dashed on some make-up and lip-gloss and was ready for my BIG night out, with my boss’s old school boys.

Arriving out the front of the 5 star restaurant I once again groaned about the evening ahead. I steeled myself against the smell of cigars, musty old suits and intoxicated old men and their toffy nosed wives and made my way inside.

I stood in the foyer scanning the crowd inside for familiar faces. I spotted old Mr Augustus, but he’d hardly recognize me, as he can’t see passed the end of his nose. There was Mr & Mrs Cardinal. The latter dressed to the nines, with her regal nose stuck in the air. I really was dreading making my way inside.

I was trying to fix a smile on my face, one that didn’t look totally false, before stepping on in, when a voice beside çiğli escort me said ‘Are you trying to find an excuse not to enter too?’ I glanced up and up and up; the man beside me must have been 6’5′ and had the biggest shoulders I had ever seen. His eyes had a glint in them as he gazed down steadily into mine. He was the most attractive Negro man I had ever laid eyes on. He gave the impression of being solid rippling muscle. He was smartly dressed in a tailored black suit, but gave the impression he’d be more comfortable at the gym.

I stuttered and then said ‘Is it that obvious?’ He laughed back saying, ‘Well, kind of, when you’re almost hiding behind the potted palm tree’. We both laughed, as I stepped out from behind it.

Glancing inside and surveying the crowd, he asked me ‘How did you got conned into attending a dinner with a heap of old folks?’ Throwing caution to the wind I said ‘I’m on a mission at the request of my employer to sweet talk some old boy called Mr Robuck into joining our company.’

He laughed out loud at that and I asked him why he was here? He said, ‘I couldn’t think up an excuse quick enough to get myself out of it.’

I asked, ‘Well, seeing we’re both here under duress do you think we should make our way in together?’ With a dash of ceremony, my new found friend placed his arm out for me to take his elbow. By the way he said, ‘My name is Chad and you are?’ I quickly replied, ‘Chelsea, Chelsea Anderson to be precise.’ Chad replied with a laugh, ‘I am very pleased to make your acquaintance Chelsea Anderson.’ The glint in his eye and the easy smile on his lips was almost breathtaking.

We’d no sooner entered the dinner room when Mr Abernathy from our legal department called Chad over and extended his hand. ‘Ahhh, Miss Anderson, I see you’ve already made the acquaintance of Mr Robuck’

Oh god, I could have died. Hadn’t I just stood in the foyer and told this man I was here to sweet talk him and called him and ‘old boy.’ I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. A reflex action made me attempt to pull my hand away, but I realized Chad Robuck was gently gripping my handing, preventing me from doing so.

My eyes flew up to his. I knew my checks were burning. There in his eyes was that glint that I’d seen earlier in the foyer. He wasn’t laughing at me, but was certainly enjoying the moment.

Chad, replied to Mr Abernathy saying, ‘Yes, it was my pleasure to bump into Miss Anderson in the foyer.’ Looking down at me he continued, ‘It does look like to night is going to be enjoyable after all.’ Again by checks were burning.

As chance would have it we were seated directly opposite during dinner and for some inexplicable reason our eyes kept meeting across the table. It didn’t matter who we spoke with our eyes kept wandering back.

I glanced up at one stage and his eyes were almost penetrating right through me. It almost took my breath away. So much so that I took a large intake of breathe. His eyes quickly diverted to the swell of my breasts. There was that ever present glint in his eyes again as he looked back into my eyes again. Oh no, I could feel myself blushing again.

It was during dinner that I learnt that Chad Robuck was an international athlete and Mr Buntine was pursuing him in a bid to represent him. How or why I had never heard of him before I’ll never know.

He was a very impressive looking man and had the smooth casual style of someone very confident within himself, but didn’t appear to have an arrogant disposition at all. He was obviously well educated and easily made conversation with everyone at the table.

It was the glint in his eyes and the raise of his eyebrow, whenever we caught each other looking towards each other that really had me mesmerized.

Chad leaned across the table towards me and asked if I would care to dance. How could I refuse, not that I wanted to anyway, in front of everyone else? We stepped out onto the dance floor and he quickly engulfed me in his huge arms. He was a sensational dancer, gliding easily across the floor.

At the end of the first dance the band moved into a slow waltz and Chad pulled me tight against him. Our bodies seemed to meld together as we gently swayed together.

I relaxed in his arms, but our bodies were touching from shoulder to knee. Before I really realized I had done it my body was pushing up close and hard to his, almost grinding my hips against his pelvis. I heard Chad chuckle and he leaned down and whispered in my ear, ‘You keep that up young lady and I’ll have to drape my jacket down the front of me before I can return to the table.’

I quickly tried to break away, not daring to look up into his eyes, but Chad’s arms held me tightly pulling me even closer into his body. I could now feel the çiğli escort bayan definite hardness of his penis pushing against my stomach, as we continued to sway to the rhythm of the music.

All too soon the song finished and we parted slightly. Mr & Mrs Cardinal were right beside us. Mr Cardinal stepped forward and suggested we change partners for the next dance. It was my turn to chuckle, as I saw the fleeting glance of panic cross Chad’s face. I glance up into Chad’s eyes and gave him a quick wink, as Mr Cardinal swept me away across the dance floor.

After the song had finished Mr Cardinal lead me back towards the table. As I headed towards my seat I heard a whispered voice say, ‘Don’t think you can get away that easy.’

Chad draped his jacket over the chair and sat down again. Once again seated opposite each other we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other. There was definitely something happening between us. It was instant attraction. This big bear of a man just took my breath away and my heart was hammering in anticipation of what was to come.

Mr Taylor, who sat beside me, was trying to engage me in a deep conversation on all the political woes of the world, when I jumped as if being scorched by a branding iron. ‘My Dear, is everything alright’, he quickly asked? With a laughing that even sounds light and brittle to me I answered quickly, ‘Everything was just perfect’

Chad had removed his shoe and was trailing his foot up the inside of my calf. Sitting there in front of these stuffy old people, playing footsy with this stunning man, was almost more than I could bear. I nearly laughed out loud.

Chad continued to teasingly inch his toes higher, almost touching my knee now. All the time he had this wicked glint in his eyes. I couldn’t look away if I tried. I am sure I had almost stopped breathing, waiting to see where he was going next.

I could feel myself tensing all over, but it was a wonderful feeling. It was really quite exciting playing this private little game. Chad’s toes were very definitely between my thighs now, inches my legs slightly apart. His toes continued to climb higher and I parted my legs even further to accommodate him.

Ever fibre of my body was alive now. It was like I was electrified. Wriggling in my seat I inched my skirt higher, so Chad wasn’t restricted in the path he was traveling.

Higher and higher his toes traveled. I had to control my breathing, as my heart continued to hammer inside my chest. I was becoming very aroused and knew that I was starting to moisten between my legs. A little throbbing between my thighs was beginning to happen.

I knew Chad’s leg must almost be stretched to the limit, but he still hadn’t reached that magical spot. I slid forward in my seat using the excuse of reaching for the wine bottle to refill my glass.

For the first time Chad’s toes reached that now electrified place between my legs. I small sigh escaped my lips, as his toes brushed my panties, but I quickly covered it with a yawn.

I placed a hand down below the table, as I tried to remain interested in Mr Taylor’s conversation. I grasped Chad’s foot, guiding his toes with my fingers, so that they were now pushed up firmly against my pussy.

His wriggling, stretching toes gently began to massage my pussy, as I pressed harder against his toes making them massage and caress me in all the right places. I knew I was extremely aroused now and that a very damp spot was forming between my thighs. I tried to place an arm casually across my chest, as my nipples were beginning to protrude through my dress.

I could feel my checks burning and an odd glance from Mr Taylor told me I wasn’t answering his questions with any kind of sense. That couldn’t be helped. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but Chad’s toes.

The glint in Chad’s eyes was now matched by a cheeky grin, but I could tell that he was more than a little aroused too. He was breathing a little hard too.

Just as quickly as Chad’s foot had arrived, it left. I quickly looked towards him, as I heard him say ‘Miss Anderson, you are looking quite flushed. It is a little warm in here. Perhaps a walk around the grounds might cool you off?’

He leaned behind himself and grabbed his jacket before he stood, draping it across his lap. It was an unusual action, but one I instantly understood. He was as equally aroused as me.

I quickly accepted the offer of a walk in the grounds, but making sure to adjust my dress before standing.

We almost strode towards the exit, bustling out the door. We descended the steps two at a time and rounded the corner into a quiet alcove. Before I could utter a word Chad grabbed me and dragged me into a deep embrace. Our hands were ravishing each other’s upper bodies, as our lips locked escort çiğli and our tongues devoured each other’s mouths.

We broke a part, both panting heavily. Chad said, ‘Damn, you’re a minx. I wanted to lean across that damn table and drag you onto my lap.’

I almost feel towards him, breathless saying, ‘That’s nothing I thought I was going to have an orgasm right in the middle of a conversation with Mr Taylor.’

Our hips were grinding together and our hands roved over each other’s bodies. My chest was crushed against his, as we pushed hard against each other. I could feel his swollen penis throbbing against me, almost bursting from his pants.

I slid my hand down and stroke his throbbing penis through his pants. He moaned deeply. ‘I’ll be damned if I am not going to take you here right now, Miss Anderson,’ he groaned out.

I felt the skirt of my dress ride up over my hips as his huge hands frantically grasped at me. He was fumbling in his haste trying to remove my ‘G’ string, when with a quick rip he torn it away and tossed it into the bush beside us.

I quickly grabbed at his pants and unzipped them, diving my hand inside. Oh my GOD, his penis was enormous. I struggled to release it from inside his pants. With frustrated hands I quickly dragged his penis out. Looking down I gasped, he must have been 11′ long and my hand couldn’t even circle his shaft. It was big and black and throbbing and the most awesome sight I had even seen.

We stood for a second, his hands fondling the cheeks of my ass, when with a rush I said, ‘God, just fuck me with that HUGE PENIS’

He quickly spun me around, so that my shoulders were against the brick wall and lifted me so easily into the air, like I weighed nothing.

My legs locked around his waist, I reached between us and grasped his penis. With a moan he said, ‘If you don’t hurry up woman I am going to cum where I stand.’

I furiously guided his penis to my eagerly awaiting and very swollen lips, as his hands on my hips trust me down. It was like being impaled by this huge black penis.

I grabbed his shoulders and pushed down hard, driving him deep inside me. As he began to drive even deeper inside me, my shoulders hit against the brick, but I was almost oblivious to the pain.

‘I need you to fuck me HARD,’ I moaned, as all 11′ drove inside me. His hands were pumping my hips up and down his shaft.

‘My GOD woman you’re so fucking wet. I don’t think I’ve ever known a woman to be so aroused,’ he panted.

We were as one, pumping, thrusting and groaning in unison. His lips were against my ears and I could hear his ragged breathing as he said, ‘I’m going to explode inside you, like I’ve never done before.’ I responded quickly, matching his aggression, and said, ‘Fuck me harder with that big black penis. I want to feel every inch of you.’

I could feel my orgasm mounting deep with in me, as with each stroke of his penis, he rubbed hard against my clitoris. I dug my fingernails deep into his shoulders and rammed down hard against his penis. Chad knew instantly that I was almost beyond the point of return.

‘Tell me how much you want me to fuck you,’ Chad groaned out in my ear. ‘Fuck me so damn hard. I want you to feel my orgasm quiver all the way down your shaft,’ I eagerly replied.

Faster and harder we thrust until I could no longer control my orgasm. My legs locked hard around his waist. It took every ounce of my control not to scream out in ecstasy when my shuddering orgasm ripped through my body. ‘Oh Godddddddddd, I am cumming,’ I moaned. Chad pumped harder as each wave of my orgasm wracked my body with spasms. I felt Chad’s body tensed and his penis swell inside me, as with one long hard final driving thrust his own orgasm released inside me. His body shuddered and he groaned from deep inside throat, ‘Ohhhhh Christ, ohhhhhhhh Christ.’ It was almost as if he was in pain.

My head collapsed on his shoulder, but my legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist. I wanted to savor the moment, his softening penis still deep inside me, as my heart started to beat less erratically.

Moments later we untangled and Chad gently lowered me to the ground on shaking legs.

He quickly put his semi-soft penis away, as from around the corner we heard voices, where moments before we couldn’t have cared less.

The front of his pants were soaked wet with our combined juices. I adjusted my dress, but without panties I could feel the sticky moisture between my legs.

We leaned against each other both totally breathless from our experience. I looked up to see that glint was still in his eyes. I hesitatingly asked him, ‘What now?’

‘What now,’ he asked. ‘I can tell you what now. I am going inside to tell the dinner guests that you aren’t well, a bit breathless, and I am going to see you home.’

‘And the minute I get you inside the limo, that your boss so kindly provided, I am going to repeat the exercise, until this time you beg me to stop.’ I threw back my head laughing and said, ‘You, Mr Robuck, can fuck me all night and I’ll still beg you for more.’

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“Buddhist, my ass,” Nick murmured as he slid his cock deep in Sam’s asshole, then pulled back, the pleasure on his cock head sending a chill up his spine. She barely whimpered as he fucked her ass today. He pounded her with more intensity, eliciting a polite moan. In return, he swung his hips back and forward even harder, spreading her tanned ass cheeks wide and slapping the right one sharply.

What a freaking dream girl, he thought. Too bad I have to wear a condom. I’d love to cum in her ass and take a picture of her squeezing it out, looking back at me.

Nick remembered the first time he pressed the issue of anal sex with Samantha. She laughingly, but not dismissively, declined, saying “I’m a Buddhist.” Almost as if she were looking for a reason to say “yes.” She was a fox and the first Chinese woman he’d ever screwed. He’d already been with her several times at the oriental massage parlor, which he’d spotted driving home from Mamacita’s house one afternoon. Samantha was the first girl he was with there, and although he sampled several others and had a couple favorites among them, he always came back to her. Sam did things for him that no woman did, not even his soulmate Maria.

After driving past the place that first time and becoming curious, he read website reviews of it and the girls who worked there. Every review that mentioned Sam was glowing. When he called to inquire, he didn’t know what to expect. But he went ahead and made a reservation and when he got there, saw that the place was legit; it had good security and was run in a discreet and organized manner.

Nick booked 90 minutes his first visit, and Sam kept him waiting. Turns out, she said, she was having a busy day and had another client before him. She came scurrying into the private room, apologizing profusely. It seemed she and Nick hit it off comfortably from the moment they met, though. And everything he’d read about her was true. She was an absolute knockout. Not your typical Chinese girl. Her skin was tanned and, even though she was on the petite side, had a sexy, shapely figure with a round ass. She’d also had a boob job, but it was tasteful and not overdone. And her face: light eyes, full lips and shoulder-length medium-brown hair with blondish highlights. She might’ve been wearing contacts and her hair was done very professionally, but everything else was natural. She was beautiful.

“So you’re the famous Samantha,” he lightheartedly, but truthfully, blurted. She took it as a compliment. He later found out she was originally from Hong Kong and, even though she wasn’t likely much over 30 years old — if even that, she owned a condo here and had investments in a couple of beauty salons there. She divided her time between her work at the massage house and Hong Kong.

Either Sam was very good at her job, felt an instant connection with him, or both, as the “massage” formalities were quickly dispensed with and the heavy petting kemalpaşa escort began. It wasn’t long before she’d jacked and sucked Nick’s cock hard and they started fucking. She seemed very much at ease. Even if someone has great skill, Nick admitted, there are just some things that can’t be faked. One of those is chemistry between two people. He and Sam just jelled.

As the temperature rose and Nick’s pace quickened, he got a passing whiff of her cunt. Smelled as though she hadn’t cleaned herself fully after the previous fuck. Perhaps. At any rate, it caused him to lose his urge to cum, but since his cock was, to his pleasant surprise, still rock hard, he kept slamming it into her tanned body. Soon, her expression was strained and she kindly complained that his cock was pretty big and starting to hurt her pussy.

The 90 minutes passed all too soon and the buzzer in the room went off. Nick ignored it at first but when it rang again, Sam said she had to get up as she had another appointment. But she was personable and cordial about it, and left such a good impression that Nick gave her a tip and told her he looked forward to seeing her again.

Nick later learned that what she’d told him might not have been entirely accurate, because the more he frequented the place, the more familiar he became with the girls’ routines. After a session they’d clean themselves up and generally congregate in the back room, which was off limits to clients. It had a TV, refrigerator, refreshments and furniture–tables, chairs, couch. The girls would usually spend time there after appointments; gossiping, comparing notes or trying to recover from the slamming they’d taken from clients like Nick. He’d seen that first hand with one of the Korean foxes who had the distinction of giving him the best blowjob of his life. She was known as “Sora,” and she turned Nick on so much the first time they got together that he fucked her till her face turned pale. It was customary for the talent to accompany you to the back door and send you on your way, but Sora could barely manage a hobble after Nick laid the wood to her that day. “Look what you did to her!” said the house Mamasan as Nick was ready to leave, implying that it would be only fitting for him to tip her nicely, which he most certainly did. That was the day he peeked into the back room on his way out the exit to the parking lot, and saw Sora drop herself down, exhausted.

Anyway, even if Sam was telling him the truth, he never encountered a similar whiff from her pussy again. To the contrary, hers was the cat’s meow. To this day, Nick reminded himself, she’s the only woman ever to cause his cock to get almost-instantly hard on its own just from being in the same room with her; watching her get undressed, revealing her gorgeous body to him and him anticipating intimate contact with her.

“You’re always hard,” she would say to him. She knew how escort kemalpaşa to make a man feel on top of the world.

His times with Sam were fitting examples of the truth of the expression “Girlfriend Experience.” At times she was his confidante. They’d lay close to each other after lovemaking and talk. He loved to listen to her, loved to smell her breath, loved her gentle demeanor and intelligence. Other times he’d be a horn dog with her and she’d be more than willing to let him treat her like a pornstar and jack off on her face. And other times, he’d get turned on as she’d tell him about some of the big cocks she’d had, such as a black guy’s whose dick was, as she illustrated, about the size of her forearm. When he asked if he could stick it in her tight pussy, she recounted to Sam, she shrugged her shoulders and said to him, “go ahead, try.”

It was during their third or fourth time together, as Nick was fucking her doggie style, when from out of nowhere Samantha nonchalantly called out to him, “you can put it in my ass.”

Nick was not expecting this and, as a result of his sudden case of over-excitement, encountered his first instance of performance anxiety with Samantha. Once he got his cock in her ass, he wasn’t able to pump her for as long as he’d always dreamed; the realization that he was finally fucking her ass caused his brain and balls to surge with a rush of natural opiate, and he had to shoot off. As Nick reached the point of no return and prayed to Sam that he was about to squirt, she told him to pull his dick out, pull off his condom and shoot his cum all over her asshole.

Talk about a woman who knew how to get a man’s rocks off. Samantha was tops. She was the red carpet, the brass band, the ticker-tape parade.

About 15 minutes in to their session today, it dawned on Nick that he was fucking Sam’s ass harder than ever. His energy felt tending more toward aggression rather than horniness. But he also realized he wasn’t feeling hostility toward Sam. He was feeling confusion. Consistent with how she always was, she didn’t react and shoot from the hip regarding his atypical behavior. She didn’t intrude, like most every woman he’d known. No questioning, no “what’s wrong?” no “Are you OK?” She just allowed Nick to use her as he desired. In this case, it meant taking all 8+ inches of his raging cock in her ass, back and forth, rapidly and forcefully, with some sharp ass-slapping mixed in. And that made it even tougher for Nick to scrutinize what was going on inside his head.

Nick eventually realized he was not going to be able to ejaculate. After a while, he slowed his rhythm and pulled his softening dick out, forcing his chest out and faking a few pants to make it seem like he was exhausted.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s not gonna happen today. I’m wasted. Sorry.”

Sam lied down and motioned for Nick to lie beside her. They were face to face kemalpaşa escort bayan and he didn’t need to tell her a thing for her to know that his girlfriend was on his mind; whatever was going on in his head was about her and had gotten in the way of him crossing over that point of intimacy with Sam that would enable him to have an orgasm with her.

But Sam didn’t even address that issue directly. She was just an ultra-cool chick; talked about things that girls like, things that girlfriends like. Things that their man can do, things that he can say. Ways to smooth things out and keep the peace and good times rolling.

Nick took in everything Sam said. But she was making his heart drop at the same time.

He didn’t think about his words beforehand; they came out on their own as he stumbled over them with an aching lump in his throat.

“I bet so many guys have proposed to you. How many guys have asked you to marry them?”

Sam was silent for quick pause. Her expression didn’t change as she replied, “no, no one.”

Nick didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know why he said that. He had no thought of judgment about what she said in reply. Really, his mind was a blank.

The last few minutes of their encounter passed in a blur. All Nick remembered is that he was feeling out of sorts, mentally and emotionally. Even though he hated to say goodbye, at the same time he couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of there.

He tipped Sam as usual after he showered and dressed, and gave her a grateful hug as he strode out to the parking lot.

Driving home on the freeway, Nick was still confounded. He wondered if he was displacing his affection and desire for Maria onto Sam. Or onto Mamacita, for that matter. He’d have never met Sam if it hadn’t been for an unplanned daytime visit to Mamacita’s. Being in sales, he could ditch work anytime he wanted. More than once he found himself at Mamacita’s in the early afternoon. She’d be watching her grandkids and he’d stop in to visit. She’d make him cafe cubano and feed him. He loved how he felt in her presence. It was on one of those afternoons coming home from her place that he spotted the massage parlor.

As he continued rolling down the highway, Nick’s brain got stuck on three words, repeating over and over, rotating:

“Death by sex. Sex by death. Death by sex. Sex by death.”

Soon, as the freeway swung to the south, he was coming up on a familiar exit; the one he’d take when he went to the adult video store to rent some porn DVDs. As soon as he hit the curve, Nick’s mind made some quick resolutions without him thinking about it and he flashed his turn signal and changed lanes. He was going to the video store. Maria wouldn’t be home till later, as she was getting together with her sisters or girlfriends after work.

Nick would be renting some gangbang porn tonight. Rent three, get the fourth for free. So he’d rent six and take home eight. Make it an all-nighter. He’d be jacking off for the rest of the evening. Probably be thinking about Sam. Or Mamacita. For some reason, he was avoiding the thought of fucking Maria.

Hopefully he’d had gotten his rocks off at least once by the time Maria got home.

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