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FANTAZİ DİYE BAŞLADIK GERÇEK OLDU 2
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EMİNE TEYZE 10

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EMİNE TEYZE 10
Olanlardan sonra artık Emine teyzeye sahip olacağıma kesin gözüyle bakıyordum. Beni çok uğraştırmıştı ama böyle bir kadına sahip olmanın ne demek olduğunu zaten hayal bile edemezdim. Ona sahip olduğum anı hayal ederek kaç kere boşaldığımı hatırlamıyordum. Mert, görüntüleri gördüğü zaman ister istemez heyecanlanmıştı ama beklediğim tepkiyi vermemişti. Zaten Emine teyzeyi çıplak görmek aslında pek çok erkek için ideal değildi. Aslında kilolu bir kadındı, klasik bir anadolu kadınıydı. Ancak benim için bu haliyle bile çok daha seksiydi.

Eve giderken bakkala uğradım ve kendime iki tane bira ve fıstık aldım. Kafa dağıtmak istiyordum. İki gün sonra geldiğinde bu sefer onu altımda inlerken görmek istiyordum. Hem de bu anı görmek için elimden ne gelirse yapmaya da hazırdım. Bunu düşünmek bile sertleşmeme yetmişti ki merdivenleri çıkmak bu yüzden zor bir hal almıştı. Eve gidince kesinlikle 31 çekmeliydim. Kapıyı açtığım anda evde bir ses duydum ve duraksadım. Mert evdeydi ama duyduğum sesten emin olamadım. Kadın sesi gibiydi ama tam emin olamadım. O sırada “Ihhh….” diye bir inleme sesi geldiğinde net olarak anladım. Apartmana ses gitmesin diye sessizce kapıyı kapatıp kilitledim. Koridordan baktım ama salonda kimse yoktu. Mert’in odasının kapısı aralıklı bir şekilde açıktı.

‘Vay çakal vay… Eve kız atmış…’ diye düşündüm.

Evden powerbanki alıp çıkmaya karar verdim. Arkadaşımı rahatsız etmeye hiç niyetim yoktu. Normalde birbirimize böyle durumları söylerdik ama sanırım dersim erken bittiği için geleceğimi hesap etmemiş ve ya söylemeye gerek duymamıştı. Olsun… Arkadaşımdı sonuçta… Fark etmezdi. Esk**en olsa kızı bana da ayarlar diye umut ederdim ancak artık gözüm sadece Emine teyzeyi görüyordu. Esk**en beri altımıza aldığımız o 18lik çıtır kızları umursamıyordum.

Yavaşça kendi odama doğru yürümeye başladım. Odamdan hızlıca powerbank ve şarj kablomu alıp aşağıda parkta oturabilirdim. Zaten çok uzun süreceğini zannetmiyordum.

Tam odama girmek üzereyken kapı eşiğinden onları gördüm.

‘Vay amk göte bak… Ne sağlam karı bulmuş…’ diye içimden geçirirken gördüğüm manzara anında erkekliğime kan gitmesine neden olmuştu. Mert kızı altına almış, yüzü koyun şekilde yatağa yatırıp adeta mıhlamıştı. Kalçalarının arasından girip çıkan erkekliğine gözüm ilişti, çok uzun değildi ancak oldukça kalın görünüyordu. Kız, siyah dantelli bir tanga giymişti ve Mert onu kenara çekmiş onun kalçalarından tutup hızlıca sikiyordu. O anda fark ettim ki aslında kızın götünü sikiyor olabilirdi. Çünkü oldukça üst tarafta kalıyordu. Kasıkları, kalçaları ile buluştuğunda derin bir inleme sesi geliyordu. Ama seste bir gariplik vardı. Tam olarak tarif edemiyordum ama öyle bir his olmuştu.

“Şşş… Sessiz ol… Çok bağırıyorsun… Ahh… Hoşuma gidiyor ama… Burada yakalanmayalım…” dedi Mert.

O anda beynimden vurulmama neden olan sesi duydum.

“Tamam… Ohhh… Çok sertsin ne yapayım….”

Bu sesi tanıyordum. Hem de oldukça yakından tanıyordum. Ancak yine de emin olamamıştım. Yavaşça çömeldim ve içeri daha fazla bakmaya çalıştım. O anda kalbim hızla atmaya başladı. Böyle bir şeyi hayal bile edemezdim.

Mert’in altında bulunan bir kız değildi. Erkekti. Okan’dı. Onu tanıyordum. Siyah dantelli tanga ve sütyen giymişti. Vücudu oldukça tüysüzdü. O ana kadar bunu kesinlikle fark etmemiştim ama oldukça tüysüzdü hem de. O yüzden onu başta kız sanmıştım. Hem de kalçası… Oldukça güzel görünüyordu. Özellikle o dantelli tanga ile birlikte kesinlikle bu açıdan görmesem bir kadına ait olduğunu düşüneceğim türden olurdu.

“Ohh… Sertim tabi… Orospum benim… Çok darsın…” diye inledi Mert de o anda tamamen içine soktuğunda taşakları Okan’ın kalçalarına çarpmıştı. Çıkan ses odada yankılanmıştı.

Gördüklerim beni başta şok etse de, erkekliğim semsert olmuştu. Tam da bulunduğum yerde görülme riskim vardı o yüzden hemen kendimi koltuğun arkasına saklayıp sessizce onları izlemeye başladım. Demek ki Mert, Emine teyze ile bu yüzden ilgilenmişti. Normalde bizim yaşımızdakilerin ilgilenmeyeceği bir kadın olduğu için şaşırmıştım ama oğlunu siktiğini o ana kadar bilmem imkansızdı.

Mert, Okan’ın saçlarını tutup iyice onu yatağa yapıştırdı. Daha da sert bir şekilde Okan’ı sikmeye başladı. O sırada Okan sağ elini bacak arasına götürdüğü sırada Mert, Okan’ın kalçasına sert bir tokat attı.

“Kocan dokunacak sana sadece… Kendine dokunma…” dedi.

Okan kadınsı bir ses tonu takınarak inledi. “Ahh… Tamam kocacım… Ohh….” derken Mert elini Okan’ın bacak arasına götürürken Okan biraz daha belini kaldırıp iyice domaldı. Onun elinin girmesi için yer açtığı sırada Mert’in elinin Okan’ın erkekliğine gittiğini gördüm. O anda da Okan’ın sikini ilk defa gördüğümü fark ettim. Oldukça küçüktü. Hayatımda ilk defa bu kadar küçük bir erkeklik görüyordum. Mert, Okan’ın sikini kavrayıp ona 31 çekmeye başlarken, bir yandan da onu sikmeye devam ediyordu.

“Ahhhh!” Okan iyice kendini kaptırıp biraz fazla bağırmıştı.

“Şşşşttt sessiz ol… Orospum benim… Ohh…. Sessiz ol… Harikasın…” derken Okan boşalmaya başladı. Mert de onu daha da tempolu bir şekilde sikerken kalçalarından iyice kavradı. Ama Okan boşalırken aynı anda onun sikini tutup iyice kavramıştı.

Okan boşalıp yatağa yığılmıştı ama Mert onu sikmeyi bırakmıyordu. Bağırışlar ve iniltiler iyice artmıştı. Terlediklerini ve vücutlarının parıldadığını buradan bile görebiliyordum. Gerçekten de Okan buradan harika görünüyordu, ben bile şu anda sertleştiysem çok kadınsı görünüyor demekti bu. Özellikle giydiği dantelli siyah takım bambaşka bir hava katmıştı.

Mert daha da hızlandığı sırada bir anda içinden çıktı ve Okan ı tutup yataktan indirdi. Omuzlarından ittirdi ve Okan bir anda Mert’in önünde dizlerinin üzerine çöktü. Bir şey söylemesine gerke yoktu. Okan hemen ağzını açtı ve Mert’in sikini ağzına aldı. Dudaklarından Mert’in kalın erkekliği girerken ben de boşalmak üzereydim. Pantolonumun üzerinden kendimi okşamaya başlamıştım. Sütyenin içini bir şeyler ile doldurmuş ve etrafından biraz da bastırmıştı. Buradan bakınca çok küçük göğüsleri olan bir kıza benziyordu.

Mert, Okan’ın başından tutup iyice kendine çekti ve Okan’ın boğazına zorlamaya başladı. Gözleri kapanmış, geriye doğru yaslanmıştı. Dehşet bir zevk aldığı her halinden belliydi. O anda bacakları titremeye başladı ve Okan’ı daha da kendine bastırdı. Okan’a yutturacaktı, Okan bunu istesin ve ya istemesin onun seçimine bırakmıyordu. Gerçekten de ona karısı gibi davranıyordu. Okan kendini iyice ileri atınca daha da eğildi ve kalçalarının arasına girmiş olan tangası daha da dikkatimi çekti. Bu şekilde gerçekten de oldukça seksi olmuştu. Hiç böyle bir olayı tahmin edemezdim. Özellikle böyle bir muhafazakar bir ailenin çocuğunun… Ancak en çok da kendi arkadaşımın böyle bir şey yapabileceğini düşünemezdim.

Okan, Mert’in döllerini yutarken ben de kendimi okşayarak boşalıyordum. Başım dönmeye başladığında titrerken dengemi kaybetmemeye çalıştım. Yakalanıp Mert’i zor durumda bırakmak istemiyordum.

Ben boşalırken Mert de Okan’ın ağzına boşaldı ve yatağa doğru bayıldı. Gözlerinin kaydığını görebilecek kadar kendimi tutabilmiştim.

Sessizce evden çıkmak için Okan’ın yatağa tırmanıp Mert ile öpüşmeye başlamasını bekledim. Öpüşmelerini izlemek isterdim ancak bu durum artık daha riskliydi. Çünkü ev çok sessiz olacaktı. İnlemeler varken beni duyamazlardı ancak şimdi işin rengi değişmişti.

Sessizce evden çıktığımda terimi sildim. Terlemiştim.

Hayatım çok hızlı bir şekilde değişiyordu.

Hem de çok hızlı bir şekilde….

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Amateur

“On your knees, bitch! That’s right! Keep that butt up high so that I can get in there!” Vincent said swatting Jacqueline’s buttocks sharply. It didn’t really hurt, but it was nice to feel the slight burn and hear his appreciative groan when her flesh jiggled.

“Mmmmmmmm,” the woman stirred slightly and sighed before snuggling back into the cool comfort of a dream that didn’t need to end because she remembered, subconsciously, that it was still very early on Saturday morning. She felt full and contented. She sighed and beckoned to a deeper state of relaxation to envelop her.

She cuddled up next to her husband, took his beautiful cock in her hand, weighed and measured its length and girth, stroked it gently, played with his precum, spreading it gently over the smooth hard helmet. She liked to hear him gasp, and watch his cock spasm and spew his clear liquid uncontrollably. She loved the power that she felt when he couldn’t control himself around her. She bounced his dick around on her palm, sucked it a little to moisten it, kissed it, bounced it some more and finally, give him a deliciously slow hand job.

“Mmmmmmmmmm, yessssss. canlı bahis Yessss, yessss, yessssss!” he hissed as he spurted cum all over her hand.

She thought about tasting it, but somehow didn’t bother. Seeing his arousal excited her. He always excited her, but she didn’t want to seem like a whore, so she played it cool sometimes. Still, if she let her minx out to play every now and again it would keep him interested, but not lose his respect, she reasoned.

She wanted him to put his cock in her. She wanted to fall asleep again with his cock rammed deep in her ass.

“Ohhhhhhh.”

Her nipples stiffened and her clit throbbed painfully at the thought.

“Mmmmmm.”

He knew exactly what she needed. She didn’t even have to ask! Maybe anal really was his thing! Somehow she had always thought it was vaginal. Perhaps they had more in common than she’d realised! She fought off the impulse to scream her pleasure and encouragement.

“Baaaaaby, mmmmmmm. Yes, baby! Fuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk,” she slurred, instead.

“Oh, baby…yes, that would be something… a little hard to sleep….with a cock in your ass but bahis siteleri if that is what you want….here I come….aaaaahhhhhhhhh far up, and I’m rubbing your clit with my hand!”

Something wasn’t right. Vincent wouldn’t say that he was rubbing her clit with his hand; he would just do it. So, she made him do it. He was perfect!

“Mmmmmmmmm… Vincent,” the woman groaned when her husband responded in just the way she liked to her exhortations to fuck her hard.

Unconsciously, she swung one leg over the other and curled into a semi-foetal position that stretched her spine and made her more comfortable; much more comfortable as it turned out, as her feelings of fullness and well-being intensified. She sighed contentedly and spooned up to the man cuddled next to her.

“Mmmmmmmm yes…good girl! Come to papa! This way I can get to your tits easily. Do you like me to squeeze them hard and pinch your nipple? I’m hungry, baby! I want to suck you. I want your nipples baby, turn over. But it’s easy to fuck both your cunt and ass when you’re like this! Wait a minute, my love…”

Uncharacteristically, he fumbled at first, but bahis şirketleri eventually he slowed down and got it right. He played with her ass, relaxing her pucker with nimble fingers until she was relaxed enough and he could mount her and ease himself in. Somehow it felt different from all the other times he had done it though. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but she was aware of the fact that she was enjoying herself being fucked outside in the soft grass under the trees in their backyard, to the accompaniment of birdsong and cool gentle breezes on a beautiful Saturday morning in Kingston. She thought fleetingly about the neighbours, but dismissed them as being irrelevant.

“Mmmhmmm sounds good to hear you groan for me like that! What a sweet little slut! You’re giving it to me even when you’re asleep! I love being married to a freak!” Vincent declared.

It was the word “freak” that awakened Jacqueline with a start. She turned to see her husband lying on his side watching her wide-eyed with great interest. He smirked at her, delightedly.

“Well, that must have been some dream, baby!” he said quietly. “Do you have any idea how sexy it is to hear you curse like a sailor and moan like a porn star and know that all the time, you’re dreaming about me? Come, tell me what we did; maybe I can make your dreams come true.”

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30 Days or Bust: Day 18

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All characters in this story are age 18 or older.

*

As tough as it was to teach on Monday, I had to admit it was better than moping around the house, waiting for a resolution to this awful situation. I really felt now that Mark could not have harmed Doris Perkins. He took his work seriously, and the welfare of the client was top priority.

Still, the hours dragged on until the last class was taught and the lab stowed away. I trudged out to the parking lot, wondering if I would see my lover today.

To my astonishment, the man in question came running up to me.

“Lisa! Lisa!” Mark looked overjoyed. He caught me in a powerful hug and swung me around.

“What is it?” I was bemused, but happy along with him — something really great must have happened.

“Let’s go over here.” He dragged me over to a shaded bench. “Lisa, I’m cleared! I’m off the hook!”

“How??”

He blew a sharp breath and made a face. “You might not like it. I’m sorry,” he added, sobering somewhat.

“Just tell me!”

“Okay.” He sighed. “Um — you know what I do for a living.” I nodded. He was watching my face carefully.

“It turns out that, at the time of Doris’ death, I was, uh, with someone.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not. I was with a client, and she wrote it all down in her journal, and her father corroborates everything. So does the chauffeur — “

“Her father?” My eyebrows went up.

“She’s eighteen,” he said hastily.

I shook my head. “Maybe we should discuss this in private.” I looked him over, noting the suit and tie. “By the way, you clean up nice.”

On the way home, Mark explained, somewhat gingerly, the job the Clarke family had hired him for. I was amazed, and a little bit grossed out. My boyfriend had been sleeping around, for money and a good cause, only a few nights before he professed his love for me… and jumped my bones. We were definitely going to have to talk.

I parked the car. “Are you sure you’re serious about quitting the business?” I teased. “Don’t you want to keep deflowering virgins and getting paid for it?”

“Lisa, please. I don’t want to be with anyone else.” I looked him in the eye. He appeared sincere. “I mean it.”

I drew in a breath. “You do mean it.”

He kissed me. “Come on inside. I’ll tell you the rest.”

“I don’t know if I can stand much more!”

He laughed. “You’ve heard the worst of it.”

Once inside, he continued: “So I was getting dressed for the reading — I have big news about that, too — and there was this knock on my door. It was Morgan and Nakita Clarke. He said since I had taken care of her, he would take care of me. He showed me the journal and everything, said they were going to the police.”

“What if the police don’t accept their testimony?”

“The waiter saw us, the chauffeur saw us, and my boss has my report.”

“Wow.” I shook my head in amazement. “Why didn’t you realize all this before?”

“I just illegal bahis didn’t put two and two together — remember, the actual time Doris died wasn’t announced in the news. But Morgan apparently has some inside connections. He was able to find out that her time of death was eleven p.m., and I didn’t bring Nakita home until midnight.”

My mood turned skeptical. “What connections? How can you trust him?”

Mark rubbed his forehead. “It isn’t just trust, Lisa, I … I think maybe I shouldn’t ask too many questions. Nakita told me at dinner that her father was a maritime merchant, his business has to do with sending big boats back and forth from Jamaica.”

“You think he –“

“Like I said, don’t go there. I just hope he doesn’t ask for my undying friendship.”

I nodded. “So what happened at the reading of the will?”

“Oh!” Mark’s laugh held little humour. “It’s a good thing you’re sitting down. You’re talking to a millionaire.”

“No way!!”

“Way. It was really dramatic. Doris’ family was all gathered around, and some old guys in suits. She left them fifty bucks each, gave me ten million, and the rest to the MacArthur Fellows Program.”

“The Genius Award? She funded that?”

“Yeah, you’ve heard of it?”

“Duh. So wasn’t her family, like, extremely pissed?”

“You should have seen it. Doris’ sister especially went nuts. She called the lawyer every name in the book and then some. Tried to attack both him and me.”

I was agog. “Fuck! What’d you do?”

He shrugged. “I guess the lawyer anticipated trouble. Some security guys came in and made her leave.”

“And now you have ten million clams.”

He nodded. “Weird, isn’t it. It doesn’t seem real yet.”

“Well, maybe it won’t be. Counting chickens, you know.”

“I know, but … I just feel like everything is going to be all right.”

* * *

That night, for the first time, Mark invited me into his home, his bed. The trust he extended was not lost on me. I was struck by it — for all the women he held in his arms, he was intimate with none or few of them.

We lay side by side, facing one another by artificial starlight, our hands and eyes roaming as they would.

I told him about my own recent adventures — the couple I had spied on in the apple orchard. Though obviously aroused, he proved a good listener.

“I never figured you for a voyeur,” he remarked.

I giggled a little. “Me, neither. It just sort of happened.”

“And this part” — he stroked his middle finger down the cleft of my bottom — “this excited you?”

I squirmed. “I don’t know.”

“Did you have a bad experience?”

I sighed. “Well, yes. My boyfriend at the time talked me into trying it and he, uh, …” I gestured uselessly. “It didn’t go so well. Kind of painful, really. It wasn’t something I’d care to repeat.”

“What if I told you it could be very pleasurable?”

I chewed my lip and thought about it. “Can we stop illegal bahis siteleri if I don’t like it?”

“Of course! Lisa, I’d never do anything to make you unhappy.”

Quietly, then, I gave my assent.

Mark looked pleased and happy. He opened a drawer and took out some things. There were different kinds of lube, some things I didn’t recognize, and a dark velvet pouch.

He joined me in bed again. We sat naked, swaddled in sheets for a little warmth. On a pillow between us he unrolled the velvet purse. Inside, nestled like fine silver in the luxurious fabric, was a set of objects that graduated in size. The smallest was hardly bigger than my pinkie finger. The largest resembled a man’s cock.

Immediately I realized what they were.

“I’m sorry you had that setback.” His voice was edged with regret. “It wouldn’t have been like that, if you were with me.”

He picked out the smallest plug and gave it to me. “Here, you can see what it feels like.”

An odd feeling of arousal curled in the pit of my stomach. Yet I hesitated.

Mark hugged me like an old friend and whispered in my ear, “You want to try it on me first?”

I pulled back and looked in his face, astonished. “Really?”

“Sure.” He was confident.

“Okay. Uh … what do I do?”

My teacher unsnapped a clear case. “These are called finger cots.” They looked just like little condoms, and he demonstrated dressing the toy.

“Now you need lubricant, mostly at the tip.” He handed me a plastic tube.

Then he rolled onto his back and lifted his knees toward his shoulders, fully exposing himself to me. His cock strained north. I knelt in front of him and gently lifted his balls with my left hand. With my right, I guided the arrowhead to his pucker.

The tip touched his ass, and I probed a little. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “That’s it, Lisa, nice and slow. Keep going.”

Fascinated, I watched the toy go up his ass. I prodded and teased. My voice was husky as I asked, “Do you like that, Mark? Do you like it when I fuck you in the ass?”

“Yeah. Give it to me, Lisa…oh, baby…straight in, do it to me…”

My confidence increased, and so did my breathing. I screwed him a little more, pumping further in each time. His obvious pleasure drove me wild. I had a mad urge to take away the toy and slide my own finger up his ass, but I had an even greater desire to take him completely.

This I did. The arrowhead went home with no problem, and his anus snapped shut around the skinny neck at the base. Now a bright red ball handle hovered between Mark’s cheeks. Under other circumstances, I might have found this ridiculous, but I was incredibly turned on.

“Mmmmmmmm,” I scooted up and kissed him, wrapping my arms around him in a passionate embrace. “You are the most erotic man I have ever met.”

His tongue slid into my mouth, darting and flicking. Shamelessly, he stroked my ass with his fingers. “Are you ready?”

“Please canlı bahis siteleri fuck me first, just a little,” I begged.

He grinned. “As you wish.”

I mounted him eagerly. My breasts swayed over his face as I rode, and he took full advantage, lifting his face to rub between them and all over. With squeezes and caresses he called my milk once more. Every pinch and pull made my nipples more responsive. Pretty soon he was nursing from my breast as his hips continued to jerk sharply, forcing his cock as deep as it would go. Then he grabbed my ass cheeks and slammed himself home.

It was too much; I came all over his cock. Just as I shuddered, I felt a cool, wet hardness touch my rectum, and before I knew it, the tip of the toy was penetrating my ass. I shivered and met my lover’s eyes. They burned with lust, and I said one word: “Yes.”

We were both breathing like athletes. I wet my lips as he guided the toy up my butt. He was gentle and slow, but relentless, and my pussy was like a fountain. I had never been so aroused.

He never left my gaze; he never looked away. “You’re fucking my ass,” I whispered. It was a feeling of wonder, and pure sexuality.

“Yes. I’m fucking you in the ass now, Lisa, and I’m going to do it again and again, until you’re ready to take my cock in your ass, and you’re going to love it, and beg me to do it again.”

My nipples were diamond-hard. “Here it comes now, all the way,” he warned, and with a final thrust, he plugged my butt.

I shook with orgasm, wailing his name and bouncing up and down. He erupted inside me like Vesuvius, spewing his white-hot load and mixing his cum with mine. It took me a minute to stop convulsing, and when I did, I was drenched with sweat.

At last I collapsed on his chest, heaving for breath. He cuddled me with absolute tenderness, as if I were the divine infant. “My sweet Lisa. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

EPILOGUE

Mark was right; within a few days, it was all over the news that Verna Perkins had poisoned her sister by swapping out the meds that were in Doris’ handbag. It was unlucky coincidence that Mark had handled the purse. He was cleared of suspicion, and inherited the money with no further ado.

I told him of the idea that had been brewing in my mind: that even if retired from active duty, he could teach, and would be quite good at it.

At first he wasn’t convinced. I reminded him how well he had done when put on the spot in front of my class. “You didn’t just lecture, you let the ideas come from them. You empowered them.”

He raised his brows and reflected. “Yess…”

“You taught me a lot, too.”

He grinned. “It was all you, Lisa, I was just your personal trainer.”

“Be a trainer, then.” I put a hand on his chest. “Start a school. You have a lot of talent and it would be a shame to waste it. Besides, don’t you think Doris would be pleased?”

We talked about it for a few days, and Mark called his old boss, Leo Jantzen, with a business proposal. It made sense. Why not train male escorts in the craft of wish fulfillment?

Of course, Mark accepted his wife’s suggestion that he draw the line at certain demonstrations.

He doesn’t seem to mind.

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I had no idea that Susanna fancied me. We work for the same company, in different departments, and we’d only met a few times before, at various business functions. We’re both fairly senior, but we do very different jobs. We knew of each other’s existence, and from my point of view, that was about the extent of it. I’d seen her walking into work once and offered her a lift, which she’d accepted. We chatted away in my car, but I thought nothing of it.

Last week, I found myself in the pub after work. Sometimes we all end up there, and sometimes it goes late. About 10:00, I saw Susanna talking to a couple of her team. Our management are always telling us to get to know other parts of the company better, so I thought I’d go and talk to Susannah. She acknowledged me sitting down next to her, but carried on her conversation. I had to wait for her to finish before I could butt in.

“How’re you doing”, I was able to ask, eventually.

“Not so bad”, she replied, giving me a big grin.

We talked about business for a bit. That was easy. We agreed that the two of us should talk more. The pub was closing, and Susanna’s team wanted to move on somewhere. I suggested my place. I’d been to France recently and had a few cases of wine stashed in the kitchen.

Back at my gaff, Susannah helped me pour drinks. While Susannah’s team were looking through my CD collection, she reached over and put her arm around my neck pulling my lips towards hers.

I’m single, so there seemed no reason to resist. Susannah’s a very attractive woman, so I planted a full smacker back onto her lips. I was conscious that her team might see her ‘in action’. “Are you sure?” I whispered. She nodded and pulled me towards her again.

In actual fact, we finished our illicit kiss before anyone noticed. My guests agreed on a particular album to listen to. Everyone was having a good time, dancing ang chatting away. Susannah and I kissed again, this time in front of her team.

About half-an-hour later, Susannah asked me to kick everyone out. I knew what she intended, so I called a minicab. The taxi arrived amazingly fast considering it was the middle of the night. Once the others had left, Susannah and I sat on the couch. I pushed my face to hers. She avoided my kiss, wanting to talk for a while. We swapped illegal bahis stories, talking about girlfriends and boyfriends past. Eventually we talked our way around to sex again, then began snogging, and I said, “I think I’d better take you upstairs”.

“What gets you really turned on?” Susannah asked me.

“Everything”, I said. “I love sex. Everything turns me on. What about you?”

Susannah tried to look bashful. “”Everything turns me on too”, she said, kissing me. I felt her tits through her shirt. Susannah tentatively rubbed my cock through my jeans. “But is there anything that really gets you off?”

I saw no reason to lie. Two hours ago she was just another colleague. And she wasn’t about to tell anyone what happened. She’d be more embarassed than me.

“I love everything”, I said, “but the one thing that really gets me off is anal”.

Susannah only reacted by kissing me again, no harder, no different than before. My hand found its way to her crotch. I rubbed her nub through her jeans. Then she stood and extended her hand, pulling me upstairs to my bedroom.

Susannah sat on the edge of the bed as I went for a pee, and washed my cock. When I came out of the toilet she was still sitting on the edge of the bed, now completely naked. The first thing I noticed were her breasts. By their late 30s, womens’ breasts have often begun to sag a little, but Susannah’s were as pert as an 18-year-old’s. They were small, which probably helped, with wide and chocolate-mousse-dark aureole. I dumped my own clothes as fast as possible and we sank into the bed.

Our hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Susannah’s pussy amazed me, it was almost clean-shaven, with just a porn-star stripe of hair. She was amazingly responsive, with every touch eliciting a little moan of pleasure. With that gorgeous pussy good and wet, I climbed on top. As I was about to enter Susannah, she told me to stop.

“I want to suck you first,” she said.

With that Susannah grabbed my cock and began to wank it. “God it’s so wide”, she said.

“All the better to fuck you with”.

“You will, baby, you will.”

She was an expert head-giver, lots of round-the-tip tongue action combined with a firmly gripped up-and-down wanking of my shaft. I would have come any time illegal bahis siteleri soon, so I moved around, taking my cock away, and placing my mouth on her mound to return the favour.

I licked my tongue up the length of her slit. Then again, and again, and again, and again, until her juice began to flow. I started to swirl my tongue around her clit, and Susannah’s hips went wild. It was all I could do to keep my tongue on her pussy. She started making the moaning noises I always listen for, so I found her clit and clamped my mouth on it, locking it into my gums, sucking and flicking it against the back of my front teeth. A minute or so of this and Susannah’s body was vibrating like the bottom string of a bass guitar.

Suddenly her legs clasped around my head. She was coming all right, coming like a freight train. I sucked her clit harder and she gripped harder with her thighs. Pain began to build in my cheeks and lips as both of us increased pressure. My jaw felt like it was going to separate from my face. I wasn’t sure I could take it, and I began to think about pulling away. Susannah felt me yielding. Her hand pushed my head even harder into her cunt. I knew what she wanted. I sucked as hard as I could. The pain in my cheeks and lips was like some sort of g-force simulator – there was no way she was getting out of this without an orgasm.

Then Susannah wailed. Her hips bucked at least a foot into the air, her pubic bone catching my chin like a left hook from Tyson. As her pelvis returned to the bed, I whipped my tongue again at her clit. Her hips bucked even harder and she pulled my head away, to say, ‘no more’.

Susannah was panting, reeling on my bed. True euphoria had been achieved, and I felt like a sex god. She threw her arms around me, and we lay uncovered, basking in the heat and sweat of her. A few minutes later I began to stroke Susanah’s slim, brown legs. She twisted on the mattress to let me stroke more and more of her, clearly enjoying it. Needless to say, my hand found its way up her inner thigh, then towards her almost completely shaved bush. I was glad there was still a little tuft of hair left. Just something to remind me this was a real woman.

It was getting late and I was tired. Susannah had had her orgasm. She stroked my cock, but canlı bahis siteleri it felt a little flaccid. I wasn’t sure that she understood me as well as I understood her.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I want you”, I replied.

“I’m not sure you do, I‘m not sure you fancy me enough”.

The girl was being difficult, intentionally so. I knew the ploy, so I did what you have to do. I grabbed my bathrobe and went downstairs to have a smoke.

Five minutes later, I went back upstairs and Susannah apologised. “What do you want?” she asked. I responded by putting the head of my cock at the entraqnce to her vagina. I pushed in and built up a rhythm. Her noises began again. It felt wonderful to me, hot, soft, and like I could come at any time, depending on how fast I went: total control.
Just as I was getting my spunk up, she asked to me, “do you wanna come on my face, or come on my tits?”

“How about in your mouth”, I said.

I pulled out of her cunt and placed my cock on her chest. She grabbed it and began to suck.

After a few minutes I hadn’t come. Susannah said, “do you want to fuck my arse?”

I didn’t need a second invitation. Susannah’s arse was brown, smooth, muscular, and just plain gorgeous. I used some juice form her pussy and spit from my mouth to lubricate her. I had some K-Y in the bathroom cabinet, but it wasn’t even necessay, she was so wet.

Susannah rested on her side. I pushed the tip of my cock into her arse. She didn’t react, so I pushed again.

“Ow”, she said. I knew to relax, and stop.

Thirty seconds or so later, Susannah had relaxed, and I pushed again, this time my cock eased its way into her. We shifted position, so that she was on her kness, and I was directly behind her. She pushed back, gradually taking more of me inside. With another couple of thrusts I was amazed. I’d had anal sex with lots of women before, but none who could take the entire length of my cock.

Once fully inside her I began to thrust. Her ass gripped me like no blowjob has ever known. Her face was so gorgeous, her ass was so gorgeous, her tits were so gorgeous, her pussy was so gorgeous, it just all came together in one enormous volume of desire for Susannah. I orgasmed deep, and hard, inside her.

We lay together for a while, luxuriating in our physical abilites, thinking we were cleverer than anyone else in the world.

“You didn’t tell me you liked anal”, I said to Susannah.

“I don’t particularly”, she said. “But I thought you might”.

She was right.

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While I listened to the sounds of the shower my wife Karen was taking in the bathroom I lay on the bed playing with myself. I was waiting. Why does Karen take so long coming to bed? She takes her time because she knows I am lying here waiting. Karen is a tease. The thought of the water running over her breasts and streaming down into the dark curls between her legs was making me hard. I kneaded my balls while I rubbed my cock and began to feel relaxed. At last the sound of the shower turned from downpour to dripping and I heard the door slide open. Soon Karen emerged from the steamy bathroom in her robe, twisting her damp hair up behind her head. She looked at me lying on the bed with my swollen cock on my belly and she smiled an evil smile. She then launched into a wifely, holier-than-thou, sermon about my need to learn to put the toilet seat up when I peed and then put it down again because men dripped. Totally uncalled for. Karen always liked to do things the hard way and I loved her for it. I waited calmly for this offensive tirade to wind down and after she had finished I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up to face her. I grasped my hard-on firmly and looked her in the eye as I spoke to her.

“Karen, after the disrespectful way you have spoken to me, I believe firmly you need to get fucked. Take off your robe, bitch.”

Again I got that smile. “What ever made you think that I would let you fuck me you limp-dicked piece of shit? I wouldn’t even let you touch me, and if you tried I’d make you sorry you even thought about it. I think you ought to apologize for giving me orders, for even thinking about putting that ugly thing between my legs. Don’t you think you ought to apologize? DON’T YOU! I am ready for that apology now, asshole.”

I felt the anger rise in me. She knew how to get me excited. I was ready to jump on her and fuck her until she begged for mercy. I grabbed for her robe and caught it, but she spun out of it in a flash and stood naked before me, just out of reach. She looked very good. When I lunged at her she gave an amused shriek, ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I sprinted after her with my heavy boner bouncing in front of me. I was so ready to fuck her that I felt like shoving my rod up her ass just to piss her off. But I had to catch her first.

I caught up with her in the dining room. She was on the other side of the dining room table out of reach. With her beautiful breasts heaving from exertion and excitement she sassed me. urla escort bayan “What are you going to do now Mr. Limp-Dick? I seem to be too fast for you, don’t I. Just because you have a hard-on doesn’t mean you get to fuck me, asshole. You have to catch me first.” She was right. The dining room table was wide enough that I would have trouble grabbing her.

“Oh, I am going to catch you all right. And I am going to fuck you when I do. We’ll see then how you like having Mr. Limp-Dick screw you, won’t we?”

“Well, here I am, asshole. Come and get me.”

I tried to fake going right and quickly reverse but she wasn’t fooled. She just laughed at me. I went over the top of the table. I knew I wouldn’t catch her but I wanted to flush her from behind the damn table. My dive wasn’t very graceful. How could it have been with my stiff cock in the way? Somehow Karen was able to get behind me and I received a stinging whack on the ass from her before I could recover. I hadn’t counted on that. I was ready to kill her.

“Ok, bitch. I am going to fuck you up the ass.”

“No you’re not!”

I caught her as she tried to race upstairs again and carried her naked body, kicking and flailing, upstairs to the bedroom where I pinned her face down on the edge of the bed. Breathlessly, she called me a cocksucker, a motherfucker, a queer, a piece of shit, a limp dick and a several other names. She told me that she was going to cut it off while I slept and flush it. She was furious at being pinned. I could tell she really wanted me badly. The problem was that all that diving over tables had taken the stiffness out of my dick. I got up close behind her and rubbed myself against her ass. I wanted to stick a finger in her cunt but I feared she might escape if given the slightest chance. I could see it but I couldn’t touch it. Fortunately Karen’s squirming naked ass and her beautiful naked back shortl renewed my hard-on. When I poked her with it she began to moan.

“No,” she wailed, “No….Please don’t do that! I’ll be good. Let me go.”

When I got the tip to the right spot, I pushed and I went in right up to hilt. Karen was, as I expected, slippery and hot. She wailed, “Noooooooooooo!” But she pushed herself back against me and opened her legs as wide as she could to get me further inside her. I fucked her slowly feeling how supremely hard my dick was in her wet, slippery cunt. Fucking Karen was like being cut with a pleasure razor, but my dick was so escort urla hard I was perfectly in control. I held her hard by the hips and went in and out. I felt like a fucking machine. I planned on fucking her for the next hour. “Get off me, you cocksucker!” wailed Karen. Her ass began making fucking motions as I pumped it into her. “Please stop!” she moaned. “I promise I’ll be good if you stop.” I can’t tell you how much I loved this woman. While I was fucking Karen I reached over to the bedside table and pulled out some lube because my dick was ready for more adventure.

“Now I think it’s time for you to apologize,” I said.

“I won’t!” she replied. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and, holding her hard with my right hand, I lube my dick with my left. When I put my rod against her little brown wrinkled hole Karen trembled. I gave it a shove. I wanted her to feel how hard I was.

“I think it’s time to apologize, Karen.”

She tried to get away but I held her. She knew what was coming. I put my hand in the small of her back and pressed so her ass flared. I tried to put my finger in her ass, but she was too wild for me to hold with just one hand.

“You fucking bastard I’m not going to apologize. Don’t you dare put that thing up my ass.” She thrashed like a tiger, but I held her down.

My cock knocked again at her brown back door. I was so hard I could have fucked a hole in sheet rock. I pushed, wedged and wormed the head inside. “It’s too big,” Karen moaned. ” Please stop you’re hurting me.” I had to drive hard to get it further up inside her, but I got it in about half way.

“Oh my God! It’s too big!” Karen was breathless.

I was in far enough that I could feel how tight and silky her asshole was and I wanted to be all the way in. With a groan I pushed my hard-on all the way up her tight vixen ass.

“Oh! Oh! Oh please just wait for just a minute!” said Karen. ” Just hold still for just a minute.” She was gasping and wagging her butt back and forth, impaled on my rigid meat. “Oh Sweetheart, please be gentle. Your cock feels so damn big up there. Feels like I’m being fucked by a horse.” She laughed. Surprise! The playacting was gone.

“Lover would you get me my toy.”

Karen kept a pink jelly dildo in the bedside table. I got it out for her and she slid it up inside her pussy and began to fuck herself slowly. I could feel the dildo rubbing my cock as it filled the next-door hole. I felt so good. My dick urla escort was in ecstasy in that tight little hole. I didn’t move for awhile feeling her tight ass and letting her get used to having me so far up inside it. After awhile, she put her hands back and held her cheeks apart and I leaned on it and it hit bottom. We were both breathing pretty hard. Karen was ready.

“Oh yes,” said Karen. You are so big, Baby. I love your big cock. Come on and fuck my ass with that big thing.”

So I did fuck her, going very slowly, just coming out a little way and then going back in.

“Oh Karen, you feel so good. I love your tight little ass. Do you want me to come in your ass?” Karen liked it when I talked to her like that. Karen was my porn princess.

“Yes I want you to cum in my ass, Baby, and when you come, I want you to push it all the way up inside me. I want you to push it up as far as you can go and then I want you to shoot your cum all the way up inside me. When you cum I’m going to cum too, Sweetheart, because I’ll feel your dick jerking in my ass. Come on, asshole, fuck me, make me cum.”

“Oh I’ll fuck you, you horny bitch.” That tight little ass made a fist around my cock and sucked it as I put it to Karen. I started to assfuck her pretty fast and she crouched low to hold herself against my thrusts. I held her hips and pulled them toward me as I plunged up her narrow hole.

“Oh, do it. Please do it.”

Pretty soon I was huffing and puffing and that slippery little anal fist was squeezing my cock and making me hotter than hell. Karen was noisily fucking herself with her pink friend and frantically rubbing her clit. Both of us were having a really good time.

“Oh Karen you are making me hot, you bitch. I think I’m going to cum in your ass. I think I’m going to cum a lot in your tight ass.”

“Oh my God you’re getting bigger! Oh my God! Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Lover!”

She was right. My cock swelled and I exploded in her ass. “Oh Karen Oh Oh Oh!” My cock twitched and jerked in that sweet narrow room and right on key Karen began to cum too. Her ass thrashed and she humped the toy in her pussy. I really loved that woman!

Both of us ohh’ed and ahh’ed, sighed and moaned, and then mmm’ed and yes’ed for a time floating on the feeling and then my cock, having achieved a satisfied limpness, popped out of Karen’s backside. We lay down together on the bed peacefully and kissed and held each other while.

“I think I need to take another shower,” Karen said after a time. “You coming too?”

We took a shower together and I washed Karen’s hair while she gently washed my cock and balls. Then we went back to bed, turned out the lights and curled up like husband and wife. And I didn’t have to wait for her.

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“Hello?”

I answer the phone in a breathless whisper. Silence… my heart hammers waiting to hear the voice I knows is on the other end.

“Come to my house.” his husky voice purrs into my ear. I am quiet; my stomach does a nervous flicker. “Now!” he growls in his deep manly voice, silently daring me to tell him no. I know I don’t deny him, he knows I don’t deny him.

“I’m on my way.” I whisper.

Another growl, “Bra & panties!” and he ends the call.

I fling the covers off of my sleep warmed skin and grab a set of lingerie that I hope he won’t rip to shreds. Although the thought of the pink flowered lace being torn from my body speeds my flight to his house. I rev my car’s engine and tune into some seductive music to keep the mood he put me into, Alicia Keyes sings about the things he and I do together. A glance at the dashboard clock confirms my insanity, 2:06am.

I approach the front door and it swings open. He is barefoot, in jeans slung low on his hips, a snug black shirt stretches across his massive chest. My mouth waters as my fingers itch to reach out and touch him. He stares into my eyes then takes in my whole appearance. My auburn hair is tousled from sleep but still seductive and sexy. My dark eyelashes sweep downward in feigned shyness. Lips full, wet and pouting smirk at him, taunting him constantly. The zipper on my jacket shows just the slightest swell of my breasts underneath. He knew I’d have on a bra merely because he told me too. Tight black leggings run down my hips and legs to tiny ballet slippers. I was there finally, within his reach, at his command. God I intoxicated him, that power thrilled me. I make eye contact again and lick my lips. He needs to devour me right then but only pulls me gently closer. Breath we both think but both have our breath held. He pushes his nose right underneath my ear and breathes in the scent of me. I always smell sensual and spicy to him, but what he breathes in now is more heat than scent. I tremble and my stomach clutches, eager but tense. His nearness brings out a weakness in me, a willingness I am not accustomed to feeling. He knows how he makes me feel; he revels in this new found power.

He takes me by the hand and pulls me in the door. A small orange lamp cast off eerie shadows and it is so hushed. He turns and puts a finger to my lips. I know his roommate is home so I take his finger in my mouth and suck on it, nibble it softly. The quietest moan escapes his lips. My eyes are triumphant. He grabs my upper arms and pushes me back towards his room. I fight the weakness in my knees and go silently as he directs me. The ebb and flow of control between the two of us is like a choreographed dance.

One lone illegal bahis candle burns in the corner, barely fluttering a flame. I smile at the pallet he’s made out on the floor. He knows how much I like it that way. The door barely latches and he spins me around and, drives me against the wall. Hands splayed out on the wall, my breasts pushed up against the hard surface. His breath on my neck searing and fierce

“Spread your legs!”. Before I can even comply he jerks down my leggings and tosses them aside. His hands hasten back up my legs smiling as they drag across the panties I wear, wear for him. His voice is back in my ear “My dirty girl did as she was told.”, his breath hot on my neck, and he inhales deeply. His foot shoves my legs apart and his chest shoves into my back crushing me to the wall. I struggle for breath as his hand dives down the front of my panties. “My pussy is wet.” he growls into my neck. Speechless, all I can do is nod. “Tell me!” he demands.

“Yes, yes your pussy is wet, you make it so wet!” I groan. He pulls my hips toward him and I grind my ass back into him feeling the hardness of his cock through his jeans. He turns me around and spreads his hands across my breasts. One hand runs up my chest to my throat and his hand just barely squeezes then clamps down on my mouth. His thumb caresses my check while his fingers grip like steel. His other hand starts to unzip my jacket. I look him right in the eyes. I try to taunt him with my eyes, but he can feel my trembling body betray me. He knows he has the upper hand for a while longer. The jacket slides off and I arch my back and run my hands across his expansive shoulders then pull his shirt off. The sight of his body builds the desire in me. Candlelight flickers over our skin. His muscles swell and quiver in restraint. He tamps down the urge to consume me again; I can see him clinch his fists. His body is that of a Greek god. Massive shoulders, enormous arms, tight abs run down to powerful thighs. My hands explore over him wanting more. He is my greatest weakness, my greatest desire. I murmur his name and he closes his eyes to remain in control. He takes a deep breath and gains focus again. I try to resist as he presses down on my shoulders, I leans in to kiss him but he jerks my hair and pulls my head back. He looks into my eyes brings his lips next to mine, but denies me. I ache for his kiss and yet I wonder what it cost him to deny himself as well. One of his hands fisted in my hair, the other pushes down on my shoulder and my knees buckle. I look up at him smiling at how sexy his body is in the light of the flame. Knowing what is expected I rub my mouth across the tight jeans where his cock is stiff and waiting for my mouth. I slowly illegal bahis siteleri unbutton the jeans and his hands release me. I enjoy this moment when he relaxes and turns control over to me. We have danced this dance before; we both know the steps. My mouth waters thinking of that first taste of precum I can suck from him. He smirks as his jeans come off.

“Give me your hands!” he demands. Puzzled I look at him. This is new. “Now!” he growls. I submit and raise both my hands up to him. He grasps both my wrist in one hand and holds them up against the wall. His other hand goes to my mouth, those lips that drive him crazy. “You want my cock in your mouth?” I nod. “Say it!” he snarls.

“Please let me suck your cock. I want it in my mouth.” I breathlessly tell him. I nuzzle my face up against him.

Suddenly my head jolts back and I look up at him. He smirks down at me. I am on my knees in front of him, pretty pink bra covering the swell of my breasts, hiding those delicious nipples he tortures for me and those lacy pink panties wrapped around my hips, covering my dripping pussy; his pussy. His hand tightly holding my wrists; I blink up at him confused.

“Tell me you are mine.” he says.

“I am yours, I belong to you.” I whimper my heart pounding with confusion and desire.

“Then clean me up.” he tells my. I can smell pussy on his cock. I run my tongue along his balls and taste the cum of another woman. Pulling one ball into my mouth I taste her on him. “Open your mouth.” and he drives his rigid cock all the way to the back of my throat. I gag and try to move back but his hand holds my head in place. “Spit on it!” he demands. Mercifully he releases my wrists. I grab his cock and spit on the head of it and he drives it down my throat. His balls are cupped in my hand while I swallow his cock. I lick and suck all over his cock and balls until there isn’t a trace of another woman on them.

He tells me to lie down on the pallet, and I comply. I arch my back and caress my own breasts through the pink lace as I spread my legs inviting him to me. He lowers himself over me moaning my name. I lay back and relish in his hands roaming roughly over my skin. He grips my arms and pulls me to him and delves his tongue down into my mouth. It feels like eternity as he probes my mouth bruising my lips with his passion. I can feel his hard cock rubbing my thigh. His fingers deftly undo my bra and it disappears.

My voice moans “Yes, yes harder, touch me harder!”. Thoughts of hurting me leave his mind, as his hands grip my body tight. My skin flushes in the candlelight; I arch my back and plead for more. The rip of the lace panties almost makes me cum. He quickly discards them canlı bahis siteleri and plunges his fingers into my wet pussy. I see spots and dizziness washes over me, so tremendous does his fingers feel inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit. “Please.” I beg “Please fuck me!” as I grind down onto his hand. The quickness of his movements takes my breath away. He is deep inside me thrusting without kindness. His grip on my thighs is excruciating but it is driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me baby!” he demands of me. “Look at me, look me in the eyes when I make you cum.” and I do as he tells me. My eyes are dark with obsession and longing. I feel the pleasure build and flood through me with his every plunge until I explode. He slams his hand over my mouth to stifle my cry so his roommate doesn’t hear. He whispers my name softly over and over. He delights in feeling my pussy squeeze around his cock, my cum pouring out of me.

Rolling over on top of him, I guide his cock inside me and rotate my hips the way he hungers for so greatly. I know the tides have turned a bit and I smile down at him. He seizes my waist and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Grinding and twisting my hips pushing his cock all the way up in my pussy, abusing my cervix. I am on top of him, my knees by his sides. His cock grinds on my g-spot with perfection. A flooding orgasm rocks through me unexpectedly and I collapse on his chest.

“My sweet little slut cums so hard doesn’t she?” he asks me. I nod “Tell me!” he demands.

“I cum so hard for you, I’m yours, I cum for you! Only for you!” I sigh.

“Turn around.” he says. I get on all fours exposing my dripping pussy and ass to him. His tongue runs along my pussy with one long stoke and flicks my swollen clit.

“Yes.” I moan and say his name over and over. He rubs his hard cock over my soaked pussy, teasing it along my ass. I tense and arch my back anticipating.

“Tell me.” he insists. I know what he commands; this taboo act between the two of us.

“That’s just your ass, simply for you, only you fuck my ass. You can fuck my ass anytime you want to, only you!” He smiles behind me, groans; he takes a deep breath and plunges into my ass. I take all of it clutching at the blankets with my hands, so great is the ache as well as the satisfaction. My head swims with the feeling of him inside me. He moves faster, harder, gripping my hips ruthlessly. He explodes inside my ass growling and seizing me, panting my name. Exhausted from his night of multiple partners, he collapses on top of me. I am dizzy and my body hums from pleasure and pain. Rolling over he gathers me up in his arms. We lay facing each other, breathing slowly, lips barely touching, soft whispers and moans. Reluctantly I try to pull away but he holds me tight.

“Stay.” he tells me. I always do as he tells me. He tucks a blanket around me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. He whispers my name as I fall asleep.

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6). the sixth encounter

11pm – a text: “So?”

I laughed, then replied, “So what?”

“Horny?”

“Haha, You obviously are!”

“Wanna fuck?”

“Yep”

“Got a condom?”

“No, but I do have lube!”

“Give me 20 minutes”

“OK”

But he never showed. Apparently he had car trouble. Fuck I was horny, so very fucking horny and now frustrated too!

I’d applied the newly bought lube — and a lot of it – not five minutes after his ‘give me 20’ text. The mere thought of his arrival had me turned on, the anticipation of his visit made my tummy fill with a good nervous energy. But I knew that physically, I might have to start things up on my own, have things at the ready for when he arrived. While it only took him seconds to get hard, it usually took me a bit longer. Boys usually always cum quicker than girls — if they want — well, especially quicker than me.

Although, with M, I was doing pretty well when it came to orgasming. He’d made me cum twice already, the last time simultaneously. In truth, M makes me cum all the time, sometimes twice a day, but he’s not always actually there, physically, in my bed, he’s not there fucking me, or rubbing my clit; he’s not there licking or fingering my wet cunt, he’s not there fucking me doggy up the arse, not actually, not physically. But he’s always there in my mind, in my thoughts, in my fantasies. And he’s always there watching me when I cum.

So as I lay back on my bed, I began to rub myself with the generous amount of lube I’d squeezed into my hand. I moaned aloud as the slippery and exquisite sensation tickled me, excited me, my clit instantly engorged, swollen at my touch. God it felt good. So wet. So horny.

He’d illegal bahis better get here soon or I’d make myself climax. I was so very horny, so turned on. I heard a car. Him? No, it drove past. Damn. Rub some more. Oh god, feels so good. Better stop. Another car? No, damn it! Damn him!

This lube, this rubbing, was driving me crazy. I really didn’t think I could hold out. Turns out, I didn’t have to. My phone buzzed. ‘I’m not coming round. Car trouble. Explain tomorrow”.

I threw the phone down and screamed out a mighty orgasm into a silent and lonely night.

The following night however, he came. Oh boy, did he come!

It was the same deal as the night before. He text to see if I was ‘available’. I replied that I most definitely was. He asked which hole he could stick his dick in. I replied why not give all three a try?

He responded like I knew he would. “Hmmm, tantalising menu. I think I’ll start with your mouth, then a bit of pussy, and for dessert I will take the arse”.

Since the first time I let him fuck me up the arse, he’s wanted to do it again and again. In fact, since the first time I text him ‘I love anal’, that’s all he’s ever talked and text about.

A few hours later I was in the same position I was in 24 hours ago. Lying naked in bed, bottle of lubrication beside me, my hand wet with it, and playing with my pussy. Again it took mere seconds to put me in a dangerously close to orgasming state of arousal. And again 20 minutes earlier he’d text me to say he’d be here — in 20 minutes.

As I gently touched myself with one hand, I grabbed at my nipples with the other, already hard, sensitive, ready.

A car pulled in the drive. My front door already illegal bahis siteleri sightly ajar ready for him, pushed open and in he walked. He walked the short walk to my bedroom and stood in the doorway.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

He undressed in silence, and in complete darkness, then walked toward me. I was now sitting up, a handful of lube ready. “Feel this, ” I said and searched in the dark for his penis. I found it and quickly took it from flaccid to erect. He had a lovely dick. It grew harder, hotter, bigger in my hands, it turned me on.

He found my pussy and when he touched it, he felt the wetness and groaned loudly. “Jesus, that’s fucking hot,” and began his excellent massage with his thumb on my clit, softly, gently, quickly rubbing, my moans the acknowledgement to continue.

I’d never taken him in my mouth before, so I decided it was time. He’d talked about it enough, text me over and over again how he would love to watch me suck his throbbing cock; how he’d be round to stick it in my pussy, and then my mouth; how he’d love to watch me swallow his cum as he squirted it into me. How he’d love me to suck him off and then cum all over my tits. At least they were some of his suggestions.

I moved my body down and found his cock with my mouth. He moaned as I took him, sucking gently at first, taking him in and then back out again, then in and out again. I licked the length of his shaft, inside, outside, then took him back into my mouth, sucking, sucking, then back out. As I pulled his shaft with my hand, I licked the tip, flicking my tongue over the top, pulling, licking, sucking on the end, tasting his pre-cum as he slipped in and out of my mouth.

I sucked him off for canlı bahis siteleri as long as I could before I was too horny and wanted to be fucked. With one final suck and stroke I withdrew and come back to his mouth which I kissed. “Time to fuck me!” I demanded and he pushed me onto my back, and quickly, forcefully spread my legs wide.

He was so hard, I was so wet, he slid into me like a hot sharp blade slicing through warm butter. I moaned at the sensation and arched my back pushing my pelvis up against him.

He fucked me hard, our bodies hitting perfect sync with one another as he slid in and out of me, over and over, his chest mashing against mine, squishing against my breasts that heaved under his touch.

Soon, he sat up, still inside me, and spread my legs further apart with his hands. He opened me up wide, the feeling of vulnerability exciting me. While he slowed his trusting to a slower, deeper pace, his cock gliding sliding deep into me, his thumb rubbed gently at my clit again. God that turned me on, I loved it, it felt so good, so hot, so very fucking hot.

He fucked me till I came again. I remember grabbing at his arms, clawing him with my nails as I came, waves of orgasm washing over me as bucked and jolted underneath him. I tightened my legs around him and pushed up against him as the orgasm eventually subsided. As I slowly let myself back down onto the bed, he was still thrusting inside me when he asked in a grunted whisper, “Where can I cum tonight?”

I answered, breathlessly, “Anywhere you like”. He fucked harder, faster, my legs splayed wide apart, my head banging against the wall as he grunted, groaned, then withdrew from inside and came in hot gushes over my breasts, sprays of cum hitting my chin.

We lay panting, breathless, spent, slight quivers momentarily escaping our limbs.

He leant down and kissed me gently on the lips, “Gotta go.” He got up, dressed and left.

..until the next time…

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“Hello?”

“Hey its Josh.”

“Hey Josh what’s up, what you been up to lately?”

” Nothing much just the same old stuff, how about you?”

“Well, let me see… I just quit my job, and oh yeah I just got laid”

“ooh tell me more. This is why i love talking you.”

“Ok you better sit cause this could take awhile. It was after I quit my job I was feeling kind of down so I went to this bar for a drink. I was just relaxing when this guy came and at my table I didn’t want any company so I just ignored him, plus he was kind of dorky looking. Anyways he introduced himself as Ben and asked if he ‘could get to know me better.’ I figured why the hell not I got nothing better to do might as well screw with his mind a little. So I smiled and said sure I’d love to.

“Can you tell me your name?” Ben said.

” I told the dork my name and I gently ran my toe up and down his leg. He looked alittle scared which only added to my interest. I leaned closer to him and ask in this really stupid husky voice that i guess to him sounded sexy. How about you tell me what a nice guy like you is doing here in a place like this?”

” Um…Um…well you see its my birthday today and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind that you will…, you know be my companion for tonight.” Ben was stammering and turning a light shade of red.

“Companion…mmm what do you mean by that? what is it that you want is to do together?”

“Well… you know…I want you to…um.. I want..”

“I think I understand, you want me to give you your birth day fuck right? Oh my god Josh you should have seen kemalpaşa escort his face when I said that it was like soo red I thought he was going to pass out.”

Josh bursted out laughing”Ahaha, Trisha you are so mean some times”

“All he did was nod his head. I ask him so where do u want to fuck me and he was like anywhere I wanted was fine with him. I decided to scare him a litte, so I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bath room I told him I wanted to fuck there, I figered he’d get scared and back out. He looked nervouse and he was kind of sweaty. ‘If your scared you can leave’ I went up to him and kissed the dork smack on the mouth and before I know what was happening, the dorky birthday boy was kissing me back and squeezing my tits.”

Josh gasped and replied “oh my god did you even try to push him off you.”

“Well I thought about it for a split second but with all th squeezing and teasing the guy was doing with my tits I was getting all turned on, and I figured a good fuck could really boost my spirits, plus it was his birthday so we all would be getting something.”

“Trisha you are really a slut sometimes, and thats why I love you so much.”

“Shut up Josh you know you don’t love me you just want to fuck me. Anyways as I was saying this dork was turning me on so I decided what the hell I’ll just fuck him.”

“So when do plan to fuck me? you’ve known me forever and I’ve asked you about a thousand times.”

“Thats for me to know and for you to find out my friend, now do you want to hear the rest of the story or not. escort kemalpaşa If you do then stop interupting me. Well you wouldn’t believe this but shy birthday boy got all agressive all of a sudden, he hiked me up and wrapped my leggs around his hips then he pushed me up against one of the wall and just pulled one of my tits out and started sucking on it and let me tell that boy really got a good tongue. My shirt was in the way so i just took it off and threw it on the floor. He kept altenating between sucking and pinching my nipples, I was getting so horny. You know how sensitive my breast are.”

“Actually no I don’t but I’m just dying to find out”

“Yeah yeah what evers Josh. I decided I wanted to see what kind of package this boy got on him so I got on my feet shoved him against the wall and undid his pants. His dick sprang to life and nearly hit me in the face, he got a pretty good size cock for a guy that looks so dorky. I gave him a couple of squeez and a few extra jerks just to make sure that he was fully erect. Then I told him to bend his knees alittle so that I can get on top of him. He did and I managed to straddle him but had to put on hand against the wall to hold myself steady or else i would’ve fallen off. I was sqiriming my ass around trying to get his cock in my but it was so hard that it sorta curled up to his tummy so I had to grab it with my other hand and positioned it over my hole and just sat down on him really hard. I heard him gasp, I don’t know if it was from the pleasure of having his dick in my wet pussy or if it was from the pain of kemalpaşa escort bayan squatting and having me on him to long. But either way I didn’t care, I start riding him up and down really slowly. I guess his leg was really sore by this time cause he picked me up while I was still humping him and turned me arund so that was against the wall with my legs wrapped around him again and he just started to ram in and out of me. It was a better fuck than I thought. He kept changing his speed fast and quick for a moment then slow and hard. He had me cumming in 10 minuts, it was a pretty good orgasm. I thought that that was it but no he wasn’t done. He laid me and the floor and he had my legs as wide as it would open and started to fuck me again. This time while he’s fucking me he was sucking my nipple and fingering my clit at the same time. It felt so good. He had me reaching another orgasm in no time. and this was a big one I think I was screaming when I came, I’m not sure. Then after about another minut of fucking me birthday boy shot his cum all over my tits and collasp on me. We layed like that for awhile then I got up and put my clothes back on, gave Ben a quick kiss on the lips and said happy birthday, and I took off. I was right to that fuck did lift my spirit.”

“Damn Trisha, you wild girl. Now are you going to answer my question when are you and me going to get together and do some fucking of our own.”

“Josh we are to close to fuck eachother it’ll be really wierd.”

“No it won’t. It’ll be good, it’ll be damn good. But honestly have you ever thought about us having sex?”

“Honestly, of course I have.”

“Well then why haven’t we been fucking like wild and crazy animals”

“Cause you’re my friend”

“It don’t matter, we’ll still be friends.”

“Let me think about and I’ll get back to you.”

“When?”

“Three days”

“OK I will see you in three days.”

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Dylan slouched on the chair behind the counter with a sigh. He ought to stop going out on work nights, opening up the tattoo and piercing shop in the morning weighted on him as it never did when he was well rested and fresh of mind.

Then again, how could he say no to that absolute babe who had been smirking at him the whole time at the pub. He smirked, playfully twirling a pen between his fingers. What was her name again? Not that it mattered, he had no intention of seeing her again, but you know… just for the record.

He had just recalled she might be called Scarlet, at least that was what she said, when the bell at the entrance rang, the door being pushed open.

Two girls came in, strutting towards the counter, neither of them seemed the type to enter a tattoo and piercing shop on purpose.

“Can I help you girls? Are you lost?” he smirked.

The one walking in the front made a bitchy face and snorted. “No, of course not. I want a piercing.”

Dylan scanned her. Brand new clothes, shiny jewelry, expensive sunglasses, high heels and Gucci purse. Rich, spoiled girl.

“Do you now? Are you eighteen? If you are not I’m going to need your parents…”

“I’m eighteen, just turned yesterday, my parents won’t know a words of this.” She grinned, placing her ID and a 50 dollars bill on the counter. Dylan raised his eyebrows. He took the ID and carefully avoided the money, once he was sure it wasn’t fake, he’d seen enough of those to recognize one, he handed it back to her. “It’s fine by me. As long as you’re eighteen I won’t call anyone, the only thing I’ll charge you for is the piercing.”

He shot a look at her friend behind her. She seemed to come from a different world entirely. Dirty blonde hair brushed back, held in place by a simple hairpin, light flower dress flowing around her knees, lower heels made of tangled rope as well as her purse, which she clasped with both hands, looking at it.

“How about you?” Dylan asked, and she had to be prompted to respond by her friend’s elbows hitting her rib cage.

“Hum… I… I just want my ears pierced.” She whispered.

Dylan chuckled. “You could have gone to the mall for that.”

“She’s here to make me company, I’m going for something more… private.” The other girl smirked.

Dylan relented and sighed. “Alright you girls fill out these forms for consent.” He handed the papers to them and slouched back on the chair.

The first to give it back was the blondie. Her neat handwriting had ‘rich-daddy-princess-church-girl’ written all over. She shot him a curious glance, and Dylan noticed she was watching his tattooed arm.

“Like what you see?” he teased her on purpose.

She flushed scarlet, but surprised him by asking. “Is that a phoenix?”

He nodded. “It is.”

“I read it’s a symbol for starting a new life from scratch, at least for lots of people.”

Dylan was impressed. He did get it when he finally came out of his drug addiction. It still reminded of the bad times, but also of how good it was to be clean again. “You’re right” he shot a glance at the paper she handed him. “Maeve.” He smiled. “Beautiful name.”

She blushed again.

Dylan heard her friend scoff. “So can I get my piercing now?”

“Sure.” He glanced at her name too. “Allison. Where did you say you want it?”

“I didn’t say.” She smirked, maybe hoping he’d ask her again, but he was in no mood for playing games with a spoiled eighteen-year-old. She ended up telling him after a long pause. “My clit.”

A grin surfaced on Dylan’s lip. He expected something like that, a gesture of rebellion from a spoiled, rich brat who just turned of age.

“Sure you do.” He got out a book. “So this is a catalogue, look at the pictures and tell me what you’d like.” He handed her the scrap book of his previous works.

“I can do your ears in the meantime if you want, Miss…” he looked for Maeve’s last name.”

“Just Maeve, please, Miss Fairchild is my older sister.” She had a genuine smile, and, Dylan couldn’t help but notice, a killer body underneath that flowery dress. He shook his head. He would have sure liked to tap that. But of course she’d never go for it.

Dylan internally smirked; he bet she’d never gone beyond a kiss, it could be so much fun…

“Maeve then. Want to do your ears?”

“Sure.”

He made a gesture and she followed him, leaving her friend looking horrified at the pictures she had before her eyes, her courage fading away.

As soon as they entered the back room she spoke. “Could you tell Allison it hurts a lot? The piercing I mean.”

He turned, stunned. “It doesn’t really. Heals pretty fast too.”

“I know, I did some research, but her parents are going to kill her, and she’s going to regret it. Could you tell her it hurts? She’ll back out, I’m sure.” She smiled, guilty of her little scheme.

Dylan chuckled. “It really isn’t my business… but sure, if she’s not so sure a bit of pain would scare her, she shouldn’t do it.”

Maeve smiled. “Thank you…”

“Dylan.”

“Just Dylan?”

“Just Maeve?” he shot back, illegal bahis grinning.

She laughed. “Fair enough.” She sat on the chair he pointed her.

“It was kind of you to come here with your friend, and to watch over her.” He smiled as he readied the needle.

“She always gets in trouble.” She said as if it explained everything.

“I was like her.” He chuckled.

“Really?” she reclined her head and bit her lower lip, studying him. “Mmm… maybe I can see that.” She blushed. “Sorry, I get ahead of myself.”

“It’s fine.” He smiled. “I really was a trouble maker, at your age.” Damn this girl… she was going to make him forget he had a job to keep if she kept biting that lip…

“Which was… how much time ago?”

“About five years.” The needle and earring were ready. “You ready? These are basic earrings, you can change them once it has completely healed. I’d say a month, just to be sure, but could be less.”

She nodded. “Go on.” She seemed at ease, not like back in the shop with her friend overpowering her.

The shots were quick, he handed her some ice to put on it to cool down the area. She didn’t make a sound.

“Great, you didn’t even flinch, most people at least swear at their first piercing, even if it is on the earlobes.” He helped her up, just so to have an excuse to touch her skin. Warm. Smooth. Damn.

“Oh that wasn’t my first piercing.” She chuckled handing him the money.

“You got another piercing before your ears?” he didn’t expect that. “Where?”

She blushed. “Not even Allison knows.”

“I wish I could say I didn’t mean to pry but… I did.” He smirked, intrigued.

She giggled. “It’s fine, just don’t tell anyone.” She walked past him and whispered in his ear. “I got a nipple ring.” And blushing, she walked back to the shop, where her friend was waiting for her.

Ok, he had to see that, no matter the consequences, he wanted this girl.

“So was it painful?” Dylan heard Allison ask her.

“Hurt like a bitch, and the guy said yours would hurt more.” Her voice sounded it pain too. Damn she was good.

“Really? Crap. Let’s get out of here. I bet the needles are full of germs anyway.”

They left hurriedly through the door before Dylan could come out the back. But as he went back in the shop, he noticed something on the floor. A handkerchief with two initials sewed on it.

M.F.

Maeve Fairchild.

He stacked it back in a drawer behind the counter, grinning. He had an excuse to see her again.

Dylan decided to wait at least a couple of days to show up to her house and return the handkerchief, and he spent the whole two days fantasizing about that body unveiled…

He shook his head, focusing back on the road, as he drove downtown, following the directions on his phone. The Fairchild’s address was pretty public, they were rich and powerful in town, and he was sure he’d recognize the manor as soon as he got close to it.

He wasn’t wrong. As soon as he turned right on the street, the huge villa captured his stare. Walls of light brown bricks, antique windows with a renaissance style you could see nowhere else in town, painted of a spotless white. All in the middle of a perfectly kept yard, in Britain-style, with fountains and sculptures, and a black gate with the family name carved on top.

Man, that was absurd.

He parked his old Ford and walked to the gate, handkerchief in hand. A guard questioned him with his eyes.

“Hum… I have… Miss Fairchild’s Handkerchief. She dropped it in my shop.”

“The little miss or the older miss?” the guard eyed him.

“The little one.”

“Would you prefer wait for me to call the house for your arrival or just leave it to me, sir?”

Sir? No one ever called him sir.

“I’ll wait, it’s no problem.”

The guard made a face, as if he knew he had a second agenda for waiting outside. He got out a phone and spoke a few murmured words into it, then smiled politely and announced that Miss Fairchild was awaiting for in the park behind the manor. The gates opened.

Dylan shrugged and found his confidence back. This was just a regular girl, a young one, and he could easily charm her. Right?

Walking where the guards, yes, he met multiple guards along the way, pointed, Dylan found the blonde girl sitting at a stone table, drawing.

“Miss Fairchild?”

“I said Maeve was fine, Dylan.” She smiled. “I see you’ve found my handkerchief. I thought I lost it.” she got up to meet him. She had a light blue dress that flowed around her thighs, her long legs showing more than when he last saw her. The dress wasn’t particularly low cut, but her breasts pushed against the fabric so that he could see their shape and… fuck, the nipple ring.

“Found it on the floor. Were you drawing?”

She beamed. “I was. I am, pardon me for my lack of modesty, pretty good at it. Want to see?”

“Of course.” He chuckled.

The sheet he was handed was covered with a beautiful remake of his phoenix tattoo, in different colors and with a feminine touch his didn’t have.

“Maeve, this illegal bahis siteleri is beautiful. You sure remembered my tattoo well.” She had talent, he could see it.

“Thanks, I don’t get to show my drawing often.” She blushed. “I hope you don’t mind I took your tattoo and worked some changes. It really inspired me.”

“Not at all.” He grinned passing the sheet back to her. “How are your ears?”

“Good, I had no pain at all today.”

“Maybe just disinfect them every day for a while.”

“Sure. Don’t worry, I know how to take care of a piercing.” She blushed, grinning. “Oh yes, I remember.” He smirked. “You surprised me, I have to admit you don’t look like the type to have that kind of piercing.” She smirked. “I know. I got it on a whim. Never regretted it though.” She blushed. “It’s fun to play with.”

Dylan swallowed at the thought of her playing with her nipple ring, imagining to twirl it with his tongue, hearing her moan his name with that pretty lips parted…

“Earth calls Dylan?” Maeve giggled.

“Sorry” he jumped. “That got me distracted” he admitted blatantly.

She blushed furiously and looked down. “I don’t know why I said that.”

Dylan grinned. “I didn’t mind. One last thing, can I see…?” he raised his hand to her face, and at her incredulous expression added. “Your ears.”

“Oh sure.” She breathed.

She moved her hair back and turned sideways to him.

Dylan’s fingers didn’t go straight for her earlobe. He dragged his fingertips up her neck first, behind her ear, curled a flock of stray hair on his finger, then lightly touched the earlobe, moved it back and forth to look at the hole.

“Seems perfect to me.” He grinned. “The other?” she turned without a word, exposing her other ear to him, but he could see her flushed face and grinned.

He repeated the process on the other side, and heard her sigh when the contact was lost.

“Thanks Dylan for…” she cleared he throat. “for coming and bringing back my handkerchief.” She smiled shyly.

“No problem. See you around, Maeve.” He underlined her name with a flirty voice.

He grinned and stepped back, walking away.

“See you around.” She whispered.

It was a couple of weeks later when Dylan went in a pub and saw her again.

She was at the bar drinking, with her friend from the shop. Allison was it?

They surely had fake ID’s, not hard to get for rich kid with daddy’s money always available.

He grinned when he saw her, and his friend noticed the direction of his gaze.

“Dude, which one are you looking at?” he followed his stare.

“The one in the red dress. She’s my client.”

“Looks young.”

“She’s eighteen.”

“Man! You’re going for younger? I thought the other one was more your type.” He eyed Allison.

“Nah, she’s a bitch, was in the shop too.”

His friend laugh. “Alright man, go for it.”

“Maybe I should tell you one more thing.”

“What?”

“She’s a Fairchild.”

That stopped the laughter. “You’re kidding.”

“Am not.”

“Dude are you crazy? If you mess up with her, her father will make your life hell!”

Dylan grinned. “Man, she has a nipple-ring.” He whined.

The laughter started again. “Oh God you’re screwed.” He pushed him forward as he walked towards the bar where the girls sat.

He mindlessly leaned on the counter and ordered a shot of tequila, right next to Maeve, who was turned with his back at him.

As he spoke, she turned, as he expected.

“Dylan?”

“Maeve? What are you doing here?” he smirked. “Aren’t you a little young to be here?”

She giggled, covering her mouth with a hand. “Shh… don’t tell.” She seemed weird…

Behind her, Allison rolled her eyes. “She’s drunk already. Only had like two shots, and she’s been giggling and babbling for an hour.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Would you watch her for a second?” For as much as he hated Allison for leaving her friend alone with a guy they barely knew, he nodded.

“So Maeve, I see you’ve changed your earrings.” Two big, black loops hanged from her earlobes, tangled in her perfectly curled blonde hair, groomed around her pretty face.

“I did! The piercing healed. You like them?”

“I do. Nice dress too, you look good.” He grinned.

She blushed. “Thanks. The dress is Allison’s.” it hug her curves nicely, and it was pretty clear it wasn’t her style, but still was perfect on her.

“I liked your dressed too, you always looked good.” He smirked leaning back on the counter.

He shot a look at the dance floor. “Your friends seems busy.” She was all over an older guy who gladly let her grind on him. But he wasn’t one to talk.

Maeve scoffed. “As always. She’s going to catch some disease sooner or later.”

Dylan was curious to know more about this girl. “So you’ve never gone dancing with some stranger like her?”

“Well… dancing, yes, not like she does though. but never went home with anyone” she blushed.

“No? Can I ask you something personal Maeve?” Dylan leaned closer.

“Ask away, Allison was right, canlı bahis siteleri I’m pretty drunk, and I’ll probably answer questions I’ll regret tomorrow.”

Dylan grinned. “Are you a virgin Maeve?”

She blushed scarlet. “No… but I’ve only had sex once, with my ex.” She eyed him. “Why did you want to know?”

“Because I’m taking you to dance, come on.” He smirked and dragged her by her hand. She was startled, but followed swiftly as soon as she regained her balance on the heels to high for her tipsy mind.

On the dance floor, Dylan turned her around so she had her back to him, and watched shocked as she started dancing on rhythm, her ass grazing his crotch at every move.

She wasn’t grinding, it didn’t look vulgar, but it was sexy as hell, and Dylan’s cock was stiffen in his pants. He didn’t bother hiding it, soon she noticed and turned her face to him above her shoulder, a bit flushed, embarrassed maybe, but still smiling.

Damn that smile.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kept dancing with her, his head crooned so his lips touched her exposed neck.

The music was loud, he knew she couldn’t hear him, so he started nibbling at her soft flesh, biting lightly, then licking the tortured spot, and then biting harder. At one point she moaned and he did hear her, surprisingly. It must have been pretty loud. He groaned in response, unable to keep the sound from escaping his throat, and ground his crotch into her ass, pushing her to him with his hand on her sides.

“You’re coming home with me.” He growled in her ear.

She tensed in his arms, so he nibbled at his earlobe. “Don’t think too much, you want it too.”

She relaxed a bit and turned to face him. And nodded, smiling.

Taking her face into his hands, he raised her mouth to his, and bruised her soft, pink lips with a passionate kiss, forcing her lips open, but not really meeting any resistance. She tasted sweet and fresh. He groaned in the kiss.

“Let’s get out of here.” He dragged her along out of the dance floor, out of the pub, in the street, where he whistled for a cab, and held her from behind as they waited on the sidewalk.

She snuggled into his arms, the cold night air making her shiver.

“Everything ok?” he whispered in her ear, trying to sooth her with his embrace. Ok he wanted to fuck her, badly, as hard as he could. He wanted to see that nipple ring and taste her wetness. That didn’t mean he wanted her to be scared of him.

She nodded. “Yes. I’m just scared.”

“Don’t be.” He held her tighter. “I don’t know how your previous experience was, but I assure you, you will have no bad memories of tonight.”

The cab pulled over, and he helped her in and seated next to her, pulling her legs on his lap. His hands massaged her calves up and down.

“My previous experience was… dreary. The guy was a bastard, it hurt like hell and I spent the next week crying.” She sighed. Ok, that was bad. He hoped to make her change her mind about sex.

“But I know Allison, I know she wouldn’t make such a fuss about it if it was always like this. And… well I told you about my nipple ring.” She flushed scarlet at his grin. Her leg brushed his erection and he kept it pressed there. “I like to play with it and I always wondered how it would be if… someone else…” she chocked on her words.

The driver was pretending not to look or hear, but while Maeve was drunk enough not to notice, her tone of voice, Dylan still tried to keep it down.

He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “Allison is right. It’s not always like that, only if you’re rude, have no idea what to do, and don’t care for your lover’s pleasure.” He licked her earlobe, drawing a sigh out of her. “It won’t be like that. Trust me.”

“Oddly, I do.” She whispered. “I dropped the handkerchief on purpose, you should know. I wanted to… see you again.”

Dylan grinned. He didn’t expect that. This girl was full of surprises. “You wanted me to fuck you even then, in the back room, when I told you I was a trouble maker, am I right?” he tightened his grips on her waist and pulled her sitting on his lap.

She gasped. “Yes…”

“You liked that I was a ‘bad guy’, didn’t you?”

“Yes…” she breathed, her ass sinking deeper into his crotch. Dylan buried his face in her hair, she smelled good, like peppermint, maybe her shampoo. He groaned lowly.

“I can’t wait to get you in my room.” He pushed her hips down on his.

She lightly moaned, her hands gripping his thighs.

Dylan went back nibbling the flesh on her neck, his fingers splayed on her stomach, pressing her close. He had a feeling he would have to hold back to be gentle.

The cab finally stopped, Dylan threw the driver a bill without even looking at it, hoping it was enough, and jumped out the cab, taking Maeve’s hand.

On the sidewalk he picked her up with an arm under her knees and one under her shoulders, making her screech. “Dylan!” she wrapped her hands around his neck. He opened the door of his apartment building, not with some difficulty, and practically ran up the floor of stairs to the door of his apartment.

He let her on her feet at the door, but her arms remained around his neck and he couldn’t help himself. He pinned her against the door, his whole body on hers, his mouth attacking hers, drinking from it.

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