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O gece karimin sevismek icin yanip tutustugunun farkindaydim ancak sansina cok iddiali bir mac vardi ve erkenden icmeye basladigim cumartesi aksami yarim siseden fazla viskiyi devirip neredeyse zom olmus durumdayken o’nun arzularini doyurabilecek durumda degildim. Gece yarisina dogru macin ikinci yarisi baslamak uzereyken alt katta oturan ablamin oglu Birol maci izlemek uzere gelince ickilerimizi tazeleyen karimin yuzu gulmeye basladi. Karim Serap ablamlara memleketten misafir geldigi zaman bizde geceleyen Birol’u cok sever, diger arkadaslarim mac seyretmek ya da kagit oynamak icin geldikleri aksamlarda takindigi aksi tavirlarin tersine Birol geldiginde keyifli olurdu. Birol ondokuz yasinda, tip fakultesi birinci sinifta okuyan, orta boylu, sporcu kimliginden oturu son derece atletik vucutlu, biraz utangac ve edilgen yapida bir gencti. Aslinda son zamanlarda karimin bu erkek guzeli delikanliya bakislarindaki kadinsi begeninin farkindaydim ama bu durum beni rahatsiz etmiyordu zira sekse karsi olaganustu tutkulu olmasina ragmen haftada en az iki uc gece defalarca doyuma ulastirdigim karimin sadakatinden suphem yoktu. Macin sonuna dogru bir ara ”gool!!” diye bagiran yegenimin bagirmasiyla uyuyup kaldigim koltukta tembelce gozlerimi actim. Bizim gibi koyu fener taraftari olan Birol’un yaninda oturan karim sevincle oglanin kucagina ziplamisti. Birol henuz kucuk bir oglanken onsekiz yasinda eve gelin getirdigim ve su anda otuzbir yasinda olan Serap’in artik yetiskin bir delikanli haline gelen oglanla esk**en beri boyle masum fiziksel yakinlasmalarina alisik oldugum icin ustunde durmaksizin yine uykuya daldim. Ancak aradan bir kac dakika gecip tekrar gozlerimi araladigimda kollarini cocugun boynuna dolayan karimin hala Birol’un kucagindan inmemis olmasi ilgincti. Hafifce pirelenmistim. Goz ucuyla izledigim karim macin bitis duduguyle birlikte ayaga kalktiginda jersey sortunun onundeki dev siskinligi gorunce karimin neden bir turlu genc erkegin kucagindan inmedigini saskinlik, dehset ve aniden bedenimi saran erotik duygularla birlikte anlamis oldum. Icki bardaklarini toparlayip mutfaga goturen Serap az sonra elinde battaniye ve yastikla geldiginde Birol’un bu gece bizde kalacagi anlasilmisti. Kanepeye uzanan delikanlinin ustune orttugu battaniye ile onundeki inmeyen dev cadiri gizleyen karim, bacaklarini toplayip uyuklamaya baslar gibi gorunen genc erkegin ayaklarinin dibine oturdu. Artik her hareketinde supheli bir durum oldugu sezgisiyle hareketlerini dikkatle takip ettigim Serap oglanin bacaklarini kendi bacaklarinin ustune uzattirip, battaniyeyi ustlerine tekrar orttukten sonra televizyonda bir film secerek izlemeye basladi. Dikkatini filme veriyormus gibi gorunen, sag eliyle sirtustu yatan oglanin ince battaniyenin ustunden bile acikca belli olan iri aletini asagi yukari yavas yavas oksadigini cok hafif araladigim tek gozumle sinsice izledigimin, o an’a kadar sadakatinden emin oldugum ancak su anda beni yanilmislik duygulariyla allak bullak eden kaltak karim farkinda degildi. Bir yandan film izlerken diger yandan uyudugumdan emin olmak istermis gibi yuzumu inceleyen Serap gordugunden tatmin olmus bir rahatlikla elini battaniyenin altina soktu. Biraz ugrastiktan sonra aniden Birol’un zevkle kasilmasi, hinzir kadinimin oglanin bayrak diregi gibi dikilen ask borusunu kavramis oldugunu anlatmaya yetmisti. Cinsel konularda mahcubiyet ve utangacligini iyi bildigim Birol’un gozleri kapaliydi ancak hizla nefes alip verisinden hassas organiyla samimi bir iliski icindeki karimin yaptiklarindan cok etkileniyor oldugu ayan beyan ortadaydi. Battaniyeyi aralayip asagi dogru egilen karimin basi asagi yukari yavas bir sekilde hareket etmeye basladiginda araya koydugu yastigin engellemesiyle olan biteni goremesem de, agzindan cikan sapirtilari duydugumda kendi tahrik olmuslugumun heyecaniyla derin bir inilti koyuverdim. Basini hemen kaldirip tedirginlikle bir sure bana bakarak bekleyen Serap’in eli hala battaniyenin altinda elindeki iri organi sivazlarken beynimde bir simsek cakti. Nasil oluyordu da sevgili karim birden bire boylesi cilginca bir cesaret gosteriyor ve nasil tepki verecegini bilmeden kocasinin genc yegenine arsizca yaklasabiliyordu?!! Bu isin bir oncesi olmaliydi mutlaka. Hafizami zorlayarak gecmisten ipuclari bulmaya calistim ve maalesef o kadar cok firsat bulmus olmaliydilar ki hangi birini soyleyeyim. Sarhos olup yatak odasinda sizdigim kac gece birlikte film seyretmek icin salonda sabahlamislar, is seyahati icin evden birkac gun ayrildigim zamanlar karm evde yanliz kalmasin diye Birol defalarca bizde kalmis, hatta gectigimiz yaz benim ancak hafta sonlari gidebildigim yazlikta birlikte iki ay gecirmislerdi. Yani onumde oynanan sahnenin cok daha hardcore olanlari aralarinda defalarca yasanmis olmaliydi. Yine de Birol’un su ana kadar aktif bir tavir sergilememesi ya benim odadaki varligimin yarattigi tedirginlikten ya da karim tarafindan ayartilarak olaya kerhen katildigini dusunduruyordu.Sarhoslugun etkisiyle bir sure dalip gitmisim ki o arada yatak odasina gittigini sandigim karimin ayak sesleriyle uyanip tilki gozumu yine hafifce araladim. Ince belini sikica sarip yuvarlak kalcalarina dogru bollasan, dekoltesi diri memelerini comertce sergileyecek kadar cesur, dizlerinin bir karis ustundeki etegi duzgun bacaklarini gururla sergileyen siyah saten geceligini giymis olarak donen Serap omuzumu sarsarak uyumaya gidip gitmeyecegimi sordugunda sarhos ve uykulu bir sesle, yumusak ve genis koltuguma iyice gomulerek yerimden cok memnun oldugumu soyledim. ”Ben de daha film seyrediyorum zaten” diyen karim ustume bir battaniye orttukten sonra arkasini dondugunde seffaf geceliginin altina kulot giymemis oldugunu heyecanla farkederken, bir suredir muthis bir ereksiyonla ayaklanmis kamisimi onumdeki yastiga bastirirarak zevkle titredim. Isiklari sondurdukten sonra birol’un yanina gidip biraz oteye kaymasini soyleyen gozleri sehvetle kisilmis durumdaki karim battaniyeyi kaldirdiginda sortunun onundeki amansiz cadirin hala devam ettigini gorebildigim genc erkegin onune yanlamasina uzanarak battaniyeyi ustlerine cekti. Simdi durum daha ilginc bir hal almis, gorunurde horlaya horlaya uyuyor gibi gorunmeme ragmen, gercekte uykum tamamen acilmis, pur dikkat birbirine yapisik kasiklar gibi kanepede yanyana yatan seksi karimla yakisikli yegenimi izliyordum. Kalcalarini geriye dogru cikarip oynatarak arkasindaki erkegi daha iyi hissetmeye calisiyormus gibi kipir kipr kipirdayan karim bir muddet sonra bununla yetinmeyip elini arkaya atti. Biraz ugrastiktan sonra tahminimce iri organi hapsoldugu yerden disari cikarmisti. Sol bacagini biraz kaldirip diger elini bacak arasina atarak arkasindaki uzva eliyle yon verdikten az sonra galiba istedigini elde etmisti. O ana kadar hareketsiz duran Birol birdenbire kalcalarini one arkaya hareket ettirmeye baslayinca dunya guzeli ve sadakat dolu karimin baska bir erkek tarafindan duzulmeye baslandigini yari kiskanclik, yari sehvet duygulariyla birlikte idrak etmis oluyordum. Serap’in bir ozelligi cok fazla azdiginda icine girer girmez seri orgazm olmaya baslamasidir. Bu aksam da bu degismedi ve oglan icine girip cikmaya henuz baslamisti ki o cok iyi tanidigim bosalirken agzindan cikmasina engel olamadigi hiriltiyla karisik zevk dolu inleme sesi odada yankilandi. Onundeki kanciga verdigi zevkle heyecanlanan genc erkek hareketlerini hizlandirip zevk sarhoslugundaki disi de egilip bukulmeye baslayinca uzerlerini orten battaniye yere duserek aralarinda yasanmakta olan mahrem goruntuyu oldugu gibi ortaya serdi. Oturma odasinda benim balkon kapisina yakin duran uzanmis oldugum koltuga gore televizyon solumda duvarin dibinde, kiskirtici olaylarin uzerinde gelistigi kanepe ise sag tarafimda odanin ortasinda duruyordu. Ayaklari benim tarafima donuk olarak uzanmis olan ciftin erotizm sinirlarini zorlayan pornografik goruntulerini televizyonun aydinliginda butun ciplakligiyla izlerken nefes almayi unutmus bir haldeydim. Cinsel sarhosluk icinde utundeki geceligi bir anda usunden cikarip atmis olan zevcemin diri memeleri, ince beli ve dumduz karnindan sonra nefes kesici bir yuvarlaklikla geriye dogru bukulen kalcalarinin arasina gomulen devasa buyuklukteki fallus, kadinimin zevk sulariyla islanmis olarak hizla disari cikip sonra ayni hizla geri saplaniyordu. Oglanin son bir yuklenmesiyle karimin kizismis yarigina gomulen kalin organ gozden kaybolurken, onundeki disiye simsiki sarilip yuvarlak kalcalarina yapisan genc aygirin tohumlarini kadinimin rahmine bosaltmaya basladigini gevseyip kasilan bicimli kalcalarindan anlayabiliyordum. Zevk inlemeleri bir muddet devam eden cift kendilerine gelip karim battaniyeyi tekrar ustlerine orttugunde Birol beline icinden cikmaksizin simsiki sarildigi yengesinin arkasinda hareketsiz kaldi. O an icin sovun bittigini dusunup hemen duzmek istedigim karimin da gelecegini umarak yatak odasina gimek uzere ayaga kalktim. Yeniden televizyon izleme pozisyonuna donmus olan Serap’a uykulu bir sesle yatmaya gidecegimi soylerken umdugumum tersine karim filmi seyretmeye devam edecegini soylediginde hayal kirikligina ugramis olarak yatak odasina yollandim. Koridorun karanligini siper ederek olanlari izleye devam ederken benim coktan sizip derin bir uykuya daldigima ikna olan karim salonun los isiginin verdigi guvenle tedbirli olmayi birakarak kanepede oturan delikanlinin onunde dizlerinin ustunde egilmis durumda genc erkegin kalin erkeklik organini dibinden kavramis, morarip alabildigine sisen iri basini agzina sokmaya calisiyordu. Oglan zevkle inleyerek karimin basini asagi bastirirken, sehvetten kendinden gecmis durumdaki azgin disinin dolgun dudaklari yirmi santimden uzun organin yarisina ulasmisti bile. Yavas hareketlerle agzindan cikardigi guclu tokmagin patlayacakmis gibi sisen damarlari boyunca diliyle yaladiktan sonra istahla emdigi basini tekrar agzina sokup cikartarak genc erkegin zevkle kasilmasina neden olan karim genc aygirin ustune oturup devlesen fallus’u icine yerlestirdiginde boylesine buyuk bir organi nasil icine alabildigine akil sir erdiremiyordum ancak karimin yuzundeki muthis zevk aldigini belirten ifade beni icindekiyle kiyaslandiginda yarisi kadar bir buyukluge sahip kendi kamisimla bugune kadar kadinima vedigimi sandigim cinsel tatminin gercek olmadigi fikri icimin daralmasina neden oluyordu.

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Karımından gizli yeğeni ile ALINTI

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Merhaba Arkadaslar. Benim Adim Gökhan. Karimin yigenile basimdan gecenleri size yazacagim.
Yigeni o zamanlari 18 yasindaydi.
Yigeni sik sik bize gelir yatmak icin. Geldigi zaman o halasiyla bizim yatakda yatiyor, bende oturma odasinda koltukda.

Bir gün isden eve geldim, ve Yigeni bizdeydi, ben acayip azgindim, fakat o bizde oldugu icin biliyordumki o gün sikisemiyecegimi. Onlar yatikdan sonra bende koltuga uzandim ve televisyonu acdim. Aklimdan birden videocudan porno almak geldi. Gittim aldim, ve eve geldigimde bir baktim Yigeni kalkmis televisyon bakiyor. Tabi ben bir sey demedim filimi tv üstüne koydum. tam mutfaga gidip icecek alacakdim. Bana birden seslendi ve sordu eniste ne filimi aldin diye. ben hemen oturmaodasina kosdum. fakat gec kalmistim. acip covernin icine bakmisti bile. bu ne eniste dedi. ben hemen bozuntuya getirmedim ve dedimki salak adam yanlisini vermis gidip destireyim dedim. oda inandi.

yolda giderken acayip kizgindim cünkü porno bakamamistim ve bakamiyacagimi biliyordum. her neyse. videocudan sonra bir güzel korkunc filim aldim, cünkü ben korku filimleri cok severim. eve geldim ve yigeni daha ayakdaydi. bende bak aslinda bunu almistim dedim. oda hemen dediki bu korku filmi ama, ben cok korkarim dedi. ben ona sordum sen yatmayi düsümüyormusun diye oda yok seninle filme bakayimda biraz uykum gelsin dedi. tamam dedim, filmi koydum. sonra filim gidikce daha korkunc olmaya basladi ve yigeni benim yanima oturdu. ben korkuyorum dedi. bende tamam yanimda kal dedim. filim ilerledikce bu dahada sokulmaya basladi. ve ben sikim birden kalkmaya basladi cünkü cok cekici bir vucüdü vardi. bir sahnede acayip korkdu ve ellerini yüzüne kapatti, kafasini kucagima koydu. farkina varmis olmasi gerek cünkü hemen geriye kaldirdi kafasini. ama hicbir sey demedi ve bozuntuya vermedi. her korkunc sahnede ama eyliyordu ve bu beni daha cok tahrik ediyordu. filim bitene kadar bu böyle devam etti. filim bittikden sonra ben yatayim artik eniste sende rahatina bak dedi. cana yakin birisi zaten. yanagimdan öptü ve iyi geceler dedi, gitti.

yaragim kazik gibi olmustu. nasil inderecegimi düsünürken aklima bilgisayarda bir kac pornofilimleri oldugu aklima geldi. hemen pcyi actim pantolunumu cikardim, cünkü ben hep sortla yatarim, ve uzandim. tabi bu arada sikimde oksuyordum. mendilimi de hazir koydum. filime bakarak güzel bosaldim. o kadar bosaldim ki bir mendil yetmedi, ikincisini kulandim. ve koltugun yanina koydum. biraz kendime gelip cöpe atacakdim. nasil yorulduysam uyuya kalmisim. uyanidigimda mendiller yerinde degildi ve pc kapaliydi. karim kapatti diye düsündüm ve sonraki kavagadan cekiniyordum. banyoya gircekdim, tam o arada yigeni cikdi tuvaletden. yüzüme bakdi ve güldü. ne gülüyorsun kiz dedim. gel tuvalete dedi. girdim ve bana mendilleri gösterdi. bayaca azmisin eniste dedi gülerek. birden anladimki mendilleri alan ve pcyi kapatan karim degil yigenimis. daha cok korkmaya basladim ve ama halan derken lafimi kesdi, korkma ona söylemem dedi. bundan cesaret kapip, e napayim sen geldin halani sikemedim dedim. o da güldü. neyse basinin caresine bakmisin iste dedi. o porno filmide güzelmis dedi. adam ne siki vardi öyle dedi. demekki oturup oda biraz islemis. sende az degilsim dedim. bana hemen sordu senink**e öyle büyükmü diye. tam o arada yatakodasindan kapi sesi geldi. karim uyanmisti. ben hemen onu tuvaletden disari yoladim.

kahvaltida hala ben bugünde burda kalmak istiyorum dedi. tabi canim dedi karim ve ben kafamdan gene kariyi sikemiyecegimi düsündüm. kahvaltidan sonra yigeni yanima geldi ve dediki eniste isden gelirken dünkü pornoyu alsana dedi. olurmu öyle sey dedim. oda halama söyleyimmi bu aksam yaptigini deyince bende mecbur oldum tamam demeye. aksam oldugunda geldim eve, ve karim yatiyordu bile. yigeni hemen geldi aldinmi diye sordu. ben evet deim. yüzüne baktim, acayip süslemisti kendisi. 18 yasindaki kiz 25 yasinda gibi gözüküyordu. oturdum o filmi acti ve yanima oturdu. filme bakarken hep benim sikime bakiyordu. pantolumun altinda sikim patliyacak gibidi. eniste istiyorsan pantolununu cikart, sortla oturursun dedi. ben olurmu felan derken hadi eniste dedi. pornoya benimle bakabiliyorsunda sortla oturamiyormusun dedi. ben tamam dedim ve cikartim. bir süre sonra dünkü gibi 31 ceksene dedi. sende amma cok sey biliyorsun dedim. hayir diyecekdim fakat biliyordum izrar edip sonunda yapdiracakdi. sikimi cikardim. ama 31 cekmek istemiyorum daha dedim. sonra yaparim deyip atlatacakdim. tam o arada filimde bir kiz adamin sikini yaliyordu. bende bunu yapacagim diyerek agzina aldi. öyle bir güzel hisdiki, yapma demek istemedim. bende onun t-shirt ini cikardim ve memelerini oksamaya basladim. acayip güzel büyük memeleri vardi. öyle güzel yaldiki hemen bosaldim. o da filimdeki kiz gibi hepsini yutdu. rahatladinmi diye sordu. bende tesekür etdim. o gitti agzini yikadi ve ben yatacagim dedi. bende koltuk uyudum.

öteki gün calismayacakdim cünkü tatildi. karim biraz hasta idi. bügün gezelim biraz dedi yigeni. uyanik biliyordu halasi gelmeyecegini, cünkü rahatsizdi. karim siz gezin dedi ben evde kalirim dedi. bende onlan cikdim disari. bana birden eniste ben senin karin olmak istiyorum dedi. nasil yani diye sordum. korkma evlenmeyi kast etmiyorum dedi. beni sikmeni istiyorum dedi. fakat sen bakiresin derken, o senin koca yaragini yalarken iyidi ama degilmi diyerek aglamaya basladi. ben sakinlestirmeye calisiyordum. bana hemen döndü, ve ya yaparsin yada bütün ayleye söylerim ne yaptigini dedi. korkumdan ne yapacagimi sasirdim ve tamam dedim. hotele gidelim dedi. bütün gün seninle gecirmek istiyorum dedi. gittik hotele. ilk önce güzelce yikandik. cok sexy vucudu vardi. ben ona dedimki istiyorsan seni götünden sikeyim o zaman bakire kalirsin. hayir dedi ben senin beni bozmani istiyorum, hem ben böyle büyük sik bir daha bulamam dedi. tamam dedim. nasil olsa olacakdi belliydi, beni rahat birakmiyacakdi. o gün bütün gün sikisdik. tabi basda cok zorlandi. sikimin kafasi bille zor giriyordu. sonradan kizligi patladikdan sonra rahatca sikise bildik. götündende sikdim. agzina yüzüne de bosaldim. her aklima geleni yaptim. bu o kadar bitgindiki sonunda gücü kalmamisti. zornan evlerine götürdüm. simdi nisanli. ama arada sirada bir gelir gene sikisiriz. bana senin gibi büyük siki yok nisanlimin diyor hep.

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The Beach Head

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This is a true story. I hope it excites you as much as it did me when it really happened. Enjoy!

My wife (Jill) loves to go to the beach and sit on a beach chair while watching the surf as the sun sets. However, since we no longer live near the coast, she still dreams of those days basking in the sun near the ocean. We live in the shadows of the Rocky Mountains now, far away from any beach. However, she has grown fond of watching the summer light shows of lightning with our frequent evening thunderstorms.

One such storm hit this day.

I arrived earlier than normal when I got home from work. We have a three-car garage and the double door part is where we park our two cars. The lone single garage is where we store things like the lawn mower and garden tools. To accommodate her beach fantasy with our thunderstorm reality, she did quite an ingenious thing today.

We had moved in to our new home a little over a year ago. We still had some pretty large sections of carpet remnants left from the install on the house stored in our garage. She took a couple of pendik escort the larger ones and spread them out on the floor of the singe garage, placing them right up even to where the door closed. This formed a cozy little area where she then set up two beach chairs with a patio umbrella over them for the ambiance of sitting at the beach. She had also put a few fake tropical plants around and a small drink table in between the two chairs.

All we needed now was an ocean view to complete the picture. However, since we now lived in Colorado, all we could see gazing out the garage was a view of open space farmland. It did provide a clear view of the stormy weather that she loved to watch. Anyway, she had clearly marked out her territory in my domain! (The Garage) She was proud of it too. I thought it was cute to see her being so creative in the absence ocean front property. I told her that it might be nice to break in this piece of real estate that I was sacrificing to her cause with a blow job down payment on the land deal. She whole-heartedly agreed!

Naturally, maltepe escort we closed the garage door for this transaction. This was a private beach for the moment. We had a weight bench with an adjustable seat that had also been stored in this part of the garage. I moved it onto the carpet (beach). After taking my pants off, I sat down and adjusted it so that I was lying backward at nice relaxed angle. My wife then kneeled between my parted legs and fished out my semi-hard cock through the slit in my boxer briefs. I always knew this weight bench had been designed for just such an occasion. It was ideal in the way that it presented my cock in perfect position for her oral action as she kneeled in font of me.

She took me into her warm mouth and slowly began to lick and suck my aching cock. She passionately and expertly devoured every inch until I was all the way down her throat! You would have thought she was starving and that my cock was her most favorite food. I was so turned on by what she was doing, that it didn’t take me long to fill her mouth with kartal escort a big load of fresh hot cum. She truly enjoys my cum, and to prove it, she swallowed every drop with a grin of pleasure on her face.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened, and I wasn’t ready to quit just yet. So I got up and had her move a little closer to the weight bench so she could use it to support her upper body while she was still in a kneeling position. I then got down on my knees directly behind her and pulled her beach shorts down, revealing some beautiful beach moonlight! Her pussy was very wet. It obviously had responded to my cock giving her mouth a prized treat while she performed the “Beach Head!” My cock found new vigor, and it easily slid all the way to the hilt of her wet mound. She was so ready, and I was anxious to give that pussy the pounding it was screaming to get! I started slamming it hard and then harder. I then grabbed her ass to pull it towards me to equal the force of my cock-thrashing deep inside her. She moaned with delight. I couldn’t resist, nor did I want to, so I eagerly gave into the wave of pleasure that came over me as I filled her pussy with another fresh load of cum.

Afterwards, we both marveled at what a good time we had at the beach this evening. I hoped we could go there again, and again!

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The Beguiled Gynaecologist

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Dr. Barry Smart, a handsome 49-year-old brunet with a slight gut, went into ‘Le Strip’ at around 11 pm on Saturday night. The owner of the Hamilton, Ontario strip club approached him as he, sulking, was looking for a place to sit.

“So, trouble at home, eh?” the owner asked, having previously chatted with Barry on the phone.

“Yeah,” Barry said with a sigh.

“Well, we’ll help you forget about that, eh? Our good friend to the business,” the boss said, leading him to the tip rail. “Come sit here at perverts’ row: a really hot-looking blonde will be on stage next. She’ll cheer you up, for sure.”

Hearing that lifted Barry’s spirits a bit, and he sat at the tip rail. Indeed, he would be cheered up, for a minute or so later, a blonde, curvaceous young stripper with big tits came up on stage wearing a glittery gold dress and high heels, her face made up like a prostitute. His frown turned into a smile instantly.

“OK, everybody,” the DJ announced. “Let’s hear it for this very sexy lady…Wanda!”

Everyone in the bar started cheering, whistling, and clapping loudly for her as she began dancing to her first song, ‘Material Girl’, by Madonna. As she went from one side of the stage to the other, smiling and shaking her tits, she surveyed the area; then she saw Barry in his navy blue Armani suit.

Oh, yeah, she thought, grinning lewdly at him. That’s who I want.

She gave him a generous amount of attention for the length of the song, smiling at him and drawing his attention to her T and A. As the song faded, she unzipped her dress at the back and let it drop on the floor, revealing her pink bra and frilly thong. Everyone cheered and clapped; Barry was grinning and enjoying his hard-on, for the moment completely forgetting what had been bothering him before.

Her second song was ‘Stupid Girl’ by Garbage. As she danced to this song, she affected a ditzy girl facial expression, with widened eyes and pursed lips. She unclipped her bra during the bridge leading up to the chorus. Standing facing all her lecherous watchers, who were eagerly, impatiently waiting to see her tits, Wanda held her bra clips over her nipples, covering them while showing off a generous amount of breast. At the singing of the words ‘stupid girl’, she whipped off her bra with a big titty wiggle and a feigned look of shock, as if only now realizing all the men had seen her tits.

They were natural beauties: big, round, firm, and hanging just naturally enough to be obviously not silicone, but not sagging in the slightest. Her areolae were each about a quarter in diameter, a slightly darker peach colour to that of the surrounding skin.

As this second song faded out, she took off her thong, showing off a trimmed tuft of brown pubic hair. Everyone cheered when the song was over. She took off her heels; she was now completely naked, looking over at Barry and smiling. Enthralled, he grinned right back up at her.

Her third song was ‘Bad Girl’ by Madonna. Though she had to be fair to everyone watching, she made sure he got good, generous peeks at her pussy and asshole. Indeed, whenever she showed off that second, honey-coloured hole, which was often, she looked back at him with a facial expression that was hard for Barry to interpret: did she simply not care that he was fantasizing about fucking her ass, or was she deliberately encouraging such fantasies?

When her song was finished, she went to the back of the stage to get her purse and a drink. He got up and quickly went over to see her.

“Could you come with me into a VIP room, please?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, and taking only her purse and drink, went naked with him into a private room.

He sat on a sofa, and she, setting her purse and drink on a side table, sat on his lap. His pointy erection poked against her clitoris, which was already getting wet.

“Mmm,” she squealed with flattery. “Somebody’s pleased to see me.”

“You have a very beautiful body,” he moaned.

“Thank you,” she said. Even though they had sat down during the middle of a song, she didn’t wait for the next song to start before rubbing her bum against his cock.

“The next song…hasn’t started yet,” he sighed.

“That’s OK. I don’t mind getting you revved up a bit for free.” She sipped her drink, a tequila sunrise.

Wow, that’s generous, he thought.

The next song began; appropriately, it was AC/DC’s ‘Let’s Get It Up’. She got up, spread her legs, and bent over, showing him her asshole and pussy, which were inches from his face. She looked back at him upside-down from between her legs; amused at the hypnotized expression on his face as he scrutinized both holes, she giggled, reached over and tickled his chin with her index and long fingers.

Noticing him sniffing, she giggled and tickled him again, saying, “I’m a little stinky back there.”

“That’s OK,” he said, still audibly sniffing. “I like it.”

“Oh? But it’s so gross-smelling.”

“Not if it comes from you.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” She tickled his chin again, then straightened pendik escort up, turned around and pushed her breasts against his face. “What’s your name?”

“Barry,” he said, shaking her hand. “Dr. Barry Smart, gynaecologist.”

“Really? You’re a doctor?” She sat on his lap, facing him. Massaging the impressively long, thick bulge in his pants, she then asked, “Do you know about STDs?”

“Yes, it’s my…specialty. Oh!”

“Can you examine me, please?” She got up, turned around, spread her legs and bent over so he could see her two holes again. She adjusted the light switch on the nearby lamp so it would be at the brightest setting. “I had sex with this guy two nights ago, including anal. Can you check if anything looks wrong down there? You can touch.”

“DId he wear a condom?” Barry asked, gently stretching open her vagina and fingering her inner walls.

“No,” she said, moaning from his sensitive touch, her pussy getting wetter. “He said…he didn’t like…condoms. Ooh…I learned today…he is…bisexual…Oh!”

“Ooh, that’s bad,” Barry said, pulling his finger out of her cunt.

“I know, I’m dumb,” she said, still bent over. I did a dumb thing. I always do dumb things.”

“Hey, don’t put yourself down.”

“My possibly having STDs: that doesn’t make me less attractive to you, does it?”

“Of course not: you’re as hot as they come. But you do need to be tested for HIV.”

“I don’t look like anything else is wrong, eh?”

“Your pussy looks and feels perfect,” he said, sighing his sincerity.

“What about my asshole?”

“I’ll check.” He put his finger in her rectum an inch, feeling around the rectal walls and getting both himself and her very horny. “Does it hurt…to touch?”

“No…it feels good,” she sighed.

“So when he fucked your ass, he didn’t tear your anal walls at all?”

“No,…I don’t…think so. Oh!”

“Well, that’s encouraging.” He pulled his finger out and sniffed it, liking the faecal odour. “Still, you should come over to my clinic for a thorough examination. I have all my equipment there, and unlike here, there’s decent lighting.”

“Thanks, Doctor,” she said, and sat on his pointy lap again, grinding away. “Can I come tomorrow? I don’t wanna wait.”

“Sure, but there won’t…be a nurse…on Sundays.”

“That’s OK; I’m used to being naked in front of you.”

“No problem. Can you be…there at lunchtime?” He gave her his name card, and pointed out the address to his clinic.

“Sure, no problem. Thanks.” She put the name card in her purse, then sipped her drink again.

He cupped her breasts in his arms, gently squeezing them. Then he put his hand on her pussy and fingered her hard clitoris.

“You’re not scared…of getting AIDS…from touching me?” she asked.

“Of course not,” he groaned. “You can’t get AIDS…just from touching. I don’t even…have cuts on..my fingers. Oh!”

“Please keep…feeling my pussy…I’m almost there. Ah!” she squealed. She got up, turned around, and sat on his lap, facing him. He was now sliding his finger in and out of her dripping wet cunt, tickling her G-spot. His other hand felt its way into her butt-crack, searching for her anus. She spread her buttocks out wide so his finger could find her pretty, puckered, brown ass-lips; she moaned softly as his fingertip caressed her anal orifice. “You like…anal sex, Doctor? Oh…”

“I’ve never tried it, but I’m curious.” Oh, Wanda, please don’t have any STDs! he thought, panting from her hand’s massaging of his hard-on; I don’t dare whip out my cock, but oh, how I want to!

“I’m gonna come!” she squealed, getting up and sitting on the couch opposite him. With her legs spread out wide, she masturbated briefly for his greedy eyes to watch. Her long finger slid in and out of her wet pussy, tickling her G-spot, while her index finger flickered against her clitoris. Her other hand stretched the whole wide open for Barry’s viewing pleasure. Then she gushed her orgasm in an arc onto the floor between his legs. “Ah!”

He stared with his eyes and mouth agape. “What an amazing ejaculation,” he sighed.

“Thanks for helping…me get off,” she panted, leaving her legs spread out wide for him.

“This is for you,” he said, giving her a roll of money.

She counted it. “This is $2,000. You sure you wanna give me this much?”

“Absolutely. Thanks for entertaining me so well tonight. I all but forgot what was getting me down earlier. And I’ll see you tomorrow at noon in my clinic.” He got up and left.

She put the money in her purse. $2,000 for just a few lap dances, she thought; he’s a big spender. I’ll bet he’s loaded. That’s the man I want, all right.

************

Wanda arrived in his clinic at 11:55 am, so eager was she to see him. She was wearing a tight green T-shirt, tight blue jeans, and runners, but no make-up. Not that she needed cosmetics: she had a naturally pretty face.

“Come on in,” he said after hearing her knock on the door. He was wearing humbler clothes today–a polo shirt and maltepe escort jeans–but that didn’t matter to her: she knew he had lots of cash.

“Hi,” she said, putting her purse on his desk. “I guess I can get naked for you now, can I?”

“Absolutely,” he said, grinning; but when she pulled off her T-shirt, revealing a pretty white lace brassiere, the gentleman in him felt compelled to say, “Oh, you don’t have to strip all the way. I only need to see your vagina and anus.”

“Oh, that’s OK,” she said, pulling down her pants with her ass pointed up at his face, an ass tightly embraced by ornate white panties. “I don’t mind showing you my tits again.” She took off her shoes and socks.

She wants me! he thought. But what if she is HIV-positive or something? This is torture! Besides, I have some guilt issues about my family, stuff that I can’t really talk to her about. I’m so close to laying a hot girl, yet so far away!

She straightened up, with her legs spread out and her hands stretched up in the air. “White,” she said with a grin.

“What?” he asked.

“My underwear. White: what do you think?”

“Oh, very sexy.”

“Thank you.” She giggled and unclipped her bra, smirking lewdly before taking it off with another carefree titty wiggle.

His hard-on was struggling to punch a hole through his jeans.

She pulled down her panties, freed her feet of them, then straightened up, now standing frontally completely nude before him. “Ta-da!” she sang with a smile, and turned around so he could see all of her.

“You have such a beautiful body, Wanda.”

“Thanks.” With her back to him, she opened her legs out wide and bent over, showing him her coffee-coloured asshole and strawberry pussy. “How do I look?”

“Amazing,” he panted.

Sneering at his lechery as she looked back at him, she said, “Thanks, Doctor. I mean, does anything look wrong, like herpes or something?”

“Not at all. Sorry, it’s been hard for me–pardon the pun–to do my job with a purely professional attitude recently.” Wearing no gloves, he put his fingers on her asshole and pussy and stretched them open to get a better look. He put his index finger inside her cunt and gently, thoroughly felt around her vaginal walls, sliding his finger deep inside enough to reach her anterior fornix area.

“Oh!” she squealed, her pussy getting wetter.

Next, he gently prodded his finger inside her asshole, feeling all around her rectal walls as thoroughly as he had her cunt. She moaned softly, enjoying the semi-intended massage. He pulled his finger out: it was coated in her shit. He, having a taste for coprophilia, though, didn’t mind; to him, it was more like chocolate. Nonetheless, he immediately went to a sink and washed his hands.

“Sorry,” she said. “I crapped an hour before I came here. I should have cleaned myself first. I’m so dumb: I always forget things like that.”

“That’s OK, and don’t call yourself dumb so much.” Drying his clean hands with a towel, he turned from the sink to feast his eyes on her nakedness again. “Can you lie on the table over there, please?”

“OK.” She got on the table, which had foot rests at either corner, and put her feet in them. Now she lay with her legs spread out as wide as possible. He went over with a speculum and a rectal thermometer. He sat on a chair between her legs. He put the speculum on her pussy, spreading the orifice out wide. He took a careful look inside. She just patiently looked around the room as he checked out her cunt up close. Happy peeping, pervy Doctor, she thought, perfectly content to let him enjoy his job.

“Looks OK,” he said, getting up with difficulty because of his erection. He removed the speculum from her pussy, and picked up the rectal thermometer. “I need to put this in your anus. (Actually, he didn’t need to at all: he just liked having an excuse to stick it up beautiful girls’ asses.)

“OK,” she said, getting off the table. With her back to him, she put her hands on her ass and spread them open. He sat back down on the chair for a close-up look at what he was doing, then took some lubricant and lubed her anus and rectum. “What’s that for?”

“So the rectal thermometer won’t hurt when I put it in.” He put the tip of it against her asshole.

“Oh, thanks. Ooh.” She enjoyed how he gently, slowly slid it inside.

He carefully pulled it out several seconds later and checked her sphincter’s temperature, delighted to learn everything there was to know about that part of her body.

“Ooh,” she squealed, fingering her so stimulated shit-hole, then letting go of her butt-cheeks and letting them slap together, just inches in front of his face. She sat on his lap, noting his obvious hard-on. “You sure like your job, don’t you?” She giggled.

“Yeah, sorry. As I said before, I’m not as professional as I used to be.”

“That’s OK. Enjoy your horniness. If you were soft, I’d feel insulted. Besides, you’re really helping me, so I don’t mind turning you on for free.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Pleasure’s kartal escort all mine,” she said, rubbing her ass against his dick.

“Actually, it’s all mine, isn’t it?” They both laughed. “I’ll need a urine and stool sample from you now,” he said, getting a small glass for her to pee in.

“OK,” she said, getting up and taking the glass from him. They went into the bathroom together; she squatted and put the glass on the floor between her legs, carefully lining it up directly under her urethra.

The piss started pouring out, some at first missing the glass and splashing on the floor.

“Sorry,” she said, red with embarrassment.

“That’s OK,” he reassured her, enjoying his urolagnia.

Her piss overflowed the quickly filled glass; blushing again and apologizing, she held in her piss and awkwardly got up, giving him the glass, now soaked all over with her urine. He was happy to have her piss on his fingers, though. She sat on the toilet and pissed out the rest; he watched and smiled, squatting down to get a closer look…and sniff.

She reached for the toilet paper when she’d pissed out the last few drops, but he reached out and stopped her hand.

“No, please,” he said, still squatting and sniffing her stinky muff and her yellow juice in the toilet bowl. “I want to wipe you. But first, I’ll need that stool sample.” Holding the vial to put the stool in, he looked up at her with all his coprophilia’s eagerness.

“Stool sample?” she asked.

“Yes. Poop out one little turd, and that will do.”

“You wanna watch?” she sneered in disbelief.

“Do you mind?” he asked with sheepish, pleading eyes.

“OK.” She pushed and farted audibly, giving off a faeculent stench that embarrassed her; but his smiling and sniffing ended her blushing quickly. “Wow, you’re really into weird shit, eh?”

“An appropriate pun.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. Please get up, and I’ll put your turd in the vial.”

She got up, her muff practically brushing against his still-sniffing nose. He scooped up the turd, his fingers’ urolagnia enjoying getting dipped in her piss in the toilet bowl water, and put it in the vial. Then he flushed the toilet, sadly watching her liquid gold swirl down and disappear.

“My butt’s itchy,” she said, squirming.

“Get down here on all fours, and I’ll wipe you clean,” he said, ripping some toilet paper from off the roll.

“OK, Dr. Kink.” She got down on the floor as he asked, with her ass pointed in his face and her legs spread out so he could see both dirty holes. He wiped the yellow and brown off, and put the soiled TP in the toilet bowl and flushed. Then he sniffed her smelly holes some more.

“Why do you like that?”

“Because it’s your natural smells. I want to worship all of you, so to me, even your dirtiest parts are divine.”

“Well, that’s very sweet of you…in a pervy way.” Those last four words were whispered. Nonetheless, looking back at him impassively, she allowed his nose to rove up and down her crack and cunt for several seconds.

When he was finished sniffing, he got up, offering his hand to help her stand up. “OK,” he said, “we’re done in here. Let’s go back to the main examining area.” They left the bathroom.

“Show me around. I’m curious about this place.”

“OK,” he said, and holding her hand, he gave the naked young woman a tour of the whole clinic, since only the two of them were in the building. She was completely carefree about walking in and out of every room completely nude; even if someone else had been there and seen her, she wouldn’t have seemed to care. Soon he had one hand caressing her buttocks, and the other touching her thigh and pubic area. She completely indulged him in his groping and feeling, smiling at him as if she’d mistaken his lechery for gentlemanly behaviour.

Having brought her back to the main examination area, he got a needle and syringe. “OK, Wanda,” he said, “I’ll need a blood sample from you now.”

“OK, but I hate needles,” she said, cringing as he got the needle ready. “Oww!” she squealed as the needle pricked into her arm and sucked out some of her blood.

He gave her a cotton ball. “Put this on your arm,” he said. “Well, we’re done. Thanks to Canada’s universal health care system, you don’t have to pay a cent.”

“Thanks again. Want a lap dance?”

“Sure.” He sat at his desk.

She sat on his erection and grinded hard on it, coveting its length and thickness. She got up, lay on her back on his desk, and spread her legs out wide so he could see her pussy and asshole. She opened her pussy lips out wide, and he bent forward to sniff both stinky holes. Flattered and amused by his adoration of her funkier smells down there, she giggled and tickled his chin again. “So, when will I know if I’m infected or not?”

“About a week or so, after I’ve done all the necessary tests,” he said, still sniffing.

“And if I’m HIV-positive, or something?”

“I’ll break it to you as gently as I can.”

“And if not?”

“I’ll ask you out to dinner.”

“Oh, OK,” she said, smirking at his gentlemanly lust.

He slid his finger inside her cunt and massaged her G-spot. She moaned gently as his finger went back and forth. She started fingering her clitoris. His other finger massaged her anus.

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Second Inning

Second part of a nine part series! Definitely check out part one before reading on. Also, this one has some light incest play (no actual incest) so be warned if that’s something that bothers you.

As always, everyone is over the age of 18. Now on with the show!

When I woke up the next morning, Sarah was already gone.

After everything we’d done together the night before, I assumed we’d at least wake up together and talk. Share some flirty looks before starting another round of rubbing off in the backseat of the car.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I’d taken enough rides on Sarah’s merry-go-round by this point — desire followed by dismay at what we’d done followed by desire again — I was dizzy with it.

Did I expect a relationship? No. I’m not that naive. She had a boyfriend, after all. And it’s not like what we’d done was exactly romantic. But we’d gotten each other off in a way that was far more intimate than some of the “serious” relationships I’d had and I guess I thought… I don’t know what I thought.

Instead I got dressed and went down to the lobby.

*

I found Kelsey and Julia — my other two car-bound companions — sitting at a table in the hotel lounge. A small breakfast of warm yogurt and cold pastries was set up on the far side.

Julia’s mahogany hair hung limp in her ever-present ponytail. Her black-rimmed, square lens glasses were slightly askew. Yet I knew her loose fitting clothes hid a tight, toned body.

And Kelsey, my best friend’s little sister? The tall, lithe blonde in wrinkled clothes with her eyes still sunken from sleep? She was still somehow knock-you-dead desirable. The mild mannered, milquetoast girl I’d known in high school had transformed into something like a supermodel.

Two absolutely amazing women were sitting there, waiting for me. But I was still obsessing over the third member of our car crew.

“Where’s Sarah?” I asked.

“Getting coffee,” Julia said.

“Oh. OK.”

“I heard you kept her up all night,” Kelsey said, big blue eyes bright and teasing.

“Wait, what?”

“Snoring, dude,” Julia said, “You snore.”

“I do not.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d know, being your roommate and all.”

Just as I was about to sit down and get comfortable, Sarah swung past us, coffee cup in hand. Suitcase already slung over her shoulder. Ready for take off.

Unlike the three of us, Sarah seemed energized and it made her look even more amazing. Her immense chest bounced as she walked by, straining against her baby blue blouse. Her brown eyes flashed fire. Anger or passion I couldn’t quite parse.

“We ready to go?” she asked, “Let’s go.”

*

When we got outside, I saw that Julia had attempted to rearrange the suitcases, but had only made things worse. That poor little VW bug looked like it had over eaten at the breakfast buffet and now was only one sharp turn away from vomiting its contents all over the highway.

Before anyone could suggest otherwise, Sarah threw open the front door and hopped into the shotgun spot.

“I like it in the back,” Sarah said, “Honestly, I do. But something about those seats is really messing around with my shoulders. I need to, like, stretch out. OK?” That last OK was said right to me, two loaded letters that asked a final exam’s worth of questions.

“C’mon dude, man up,” Julia said, “You’ll get your turn to sit up front soon enough.”

“I bet it’ll be fun,” Kelsey said, “You and me back there.”

I stared down at my shoes. Without Sarah there, being stuck in the back seat felt like punishment. I wasn’t angry at Sarah, exactly but I wasn’t happy either. I didn’t want there to be hard feelings between us. Not when other, harder things could be between us, instead.

So I stood there, silent, unsure whether it was worth it to argue or just go along to get along. Sarah seemed to sense my distress and pulled me to the far side of the parking lot. Julia and Kelsey stayed by the car, pretending to not be paying attention.

Summer was just starting and the mornings were still cold

“It sucks, OK?” Sarah said, grasping my hands, “I know. I suck.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her. She kind of cringed, then blushed.

“Well, not like that. Not that it didn’t cross my… Oh dammit, see? I can’t even have one simple conversation without… Y’know?”

“I get it. It’s fine.”

“It’s obviously not. You glare at the ground any harder and it’s gonna crack.”

“No I get it. You keep saying it — you have a boyfriend. I’m not expecting anything from you. I’m just… I guess the word I’m looking for is disappointed. That’s a compliment to you, you know.”

“I know. Does it help that I’m disappointed, too? Last night was… It was stupid and fantastic and wonderful and terrifying and it’s already so hard to stop myself, but I have to stop myself. No matter how much it hurts me to do it.”

“You’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. I’ll get over it.”

“That was the other thing I wanted to tell you.”

I tilted my pendik escort head at her, confused. Sarah continued.

“After last night, I could see you feeling like you owe me something and you don’t. There’s no… OK, I’m not doing a very good job of this, I can tell. Look, all I’m saying is, if the opportunity should arise for you to ‘get over it,’ you should do that. Like, no hard feelings or whatever. OK?”

“Ummm. OK?”

“Cool. Awesome. Thanks!” Sarah practically skipped back to the car.

I followed, more confused than I was when we started talking.

*

“Guess we’re seat buddies,” I said to Kelsey, gesturing grandly for her to get in the car.

The blonde bombshell climbed in, then perched on the middle seat. She was thinner than Sarah, which made things a bit better. But she was also taller, which made things a bit worse.

“This is not comfortable.” I said, still sulky.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make it work,” Kelsey said, then shot me her best beautiful girl smile.

My bare legs pressed tight against Kelsey’s thin, pink thighs. Trapped between discomfort and arousal.

*

Our hotel for that night was in Chicago, only about two hours down the road. The afternoon’s ballgame however, was in Milwaukee, another two and a half hours further west. The baseball schedule and its callous disregard of driving distances had conspired to create another day of heavy road work for all of us.

It had been a complicated affair, putting all these different cities with all their different ballgames together in a way that made sense for caravanning from one to the other. When I’d initially planned the trip — made everything fit in one neat, nine day package — I thought I had accomplished something incredible. After Day 1 had gone so well, I figured I deserved a fucking Nobel Prize. But now Sarah was sitting in front, and I was stuck in back seat celibacy, and I started to wonder if maybe I’d created a monster, instead.

About thirty minutes in, the radio was blaring something about how I’m a firework and the traffic was building. Our little jaunt was starting to look like a slog.

I stared out the window. The sky looked like rain. Then suddenly I had that strange sensation that suggested someone was staring at me. Sure enough, I turned and saw Kelsey looking right at me. Blue eyes big and almost glowing.

Kelsey saw that I saw her, but she didn’t even bother to pretend she wasn’t looking back. She was wearing a light blue cami and a pair of jean shorts. I felt like I should say something.

“You used to have glasses,” I said, dumbly.

“I got contacts.”

“Oh. They look good.”

“Thanks! I’ve only had them for a week or so. Still getting used to them, honestly. Jim, my brother…”

“I know, he’s my best friend.”

“Right. Duh. Well, Jim said I looked like a geek. So I decided to try out the contacts.”

“Seems like kind of a mean thing to say.”

“Well he didn’t use that word, exactly. And he was just trying to help me out.”

“His opinion means that much to you?”

“Well yeah, I mean, he’s my big brother. He wants what’s best for me, right? He’s also the one that got me working out. Growing out my hair. All that stuff. I was tired of being the dorky girl that no one talks to.”

“I get that, I guess. I just hate that you felt like you had to change who you are just to be liked.”

“I’m liked fine. It was more about boys. For instance, I didn’t notice you noticing me before.”

“You were a kid.”

“Uh huh.”

“OK. That’s fair. I guess I’m just one of those shallow jerks you should avoid.”

“You’re not a jerk. You were always nice to me, unlike a lot of Jim’s other buddies growing up. But you didn’t look at me… the way you look at me now. Y’know?”

“Yeah, I know. I still say that you should find someone who likes you for the person you are, not the person you appear to be. But I’m not gonna lie, you look amazing Kelsey. I feel bad for all those college boys at UPenn. You’re gonna destroy them.”

Kelsey kind of giggled, then snorted. She looked up at me as if to say ‘you didn’t hear that.’ Then she laughed and snorted again. She stopped, took a deep breath, and composed herself. Then she reached over and held my hand. I looked up and saw she was smirking, playfully.

“Sarah was right,” she said.

I froze.

“This seat’s not comfortable,” Kelsey continued, “I want to sit on your lap.”

I’m sure my look said it all, because Kelsey winked at me and stuck out her tongue. Teasing.

I glanced up front. As far as I could tell over the suitcases, Sarah and Julia were hard-focused on the road. On the one hand, I’d already gotten myself into enough trouble with this situation the day before. Hadn’t I learned my lesson vis a vis seats and the sharing of them? On the other hand, I wasn’t kidding, Kelsey was seriously stunning. And Sarah had practically come out and told me to take advantage of an opportunity like this. So why in hell was I even wondering?

“I’m sitting maltepe escort on Ben’s lap,” Kelsey announced to the car.

“OK?” Julia said.

“Good,” Sarah said.

They both stayed staring forward. It had started to rain now, slowing the traffic even more.

“Are we gonna get rained out?” Sarah asked.

“Stadium has a roof,” Julia said, “We’ll be fine.”

“Well that works out well,” Sarah said.

“Yeah,” Kelsey said, lowering herself onto my leg, “I don’t want to get wwwwet.” Her bottom landed on my leg, accenting the long, drawn out wwword. She started to sink back, settling, making little displeased grunts as she did.

“Sarah, you said he was comfortable,” Kelsey whined.

“Shift around a little,” Sarah said.

Kelsey lifted herself up. Paused. Then dropped right onto my crotch. Her bottom to my top, as it were. Fortunately I was only at about half mast — still rebuilding strength from the day before. As it was, I swear I nearly impaled the beautiful blonde right through her jeans.

My cock was happily nestled right between Kelsey’s almost non-existent butt cheeks. And growing by the second. Was she aware of what she was doing?

“Mmmmmm. That’s much better,” Kelsey said, a bit of a sigh. She squeezed her bottom around my member. Yup. She was aware, all right

“You were right Sarah,” Kelsey said, “This is… great.”

“Told ya.”

Unlike Sarah the day before — so tentative, almost passive — Kelsey just ground herself into me, clearly working her body back to put my cock at her most sensitive center.

Holy fucking fuck. The thin teenager — my best friend’s supposedly innocent little sis, arguably the most objectively glorious girl I’d ever met outside a web page — wasn’t just sitting on my lap. She was riding on it. Prrreesssssss. Hold. Shudder. Release. Pressssssss. It was torture. It was glorious.

“I wish I could be sitting there now,” Sarah said, “If it weren’t for my shoulders.”

Julia gave Sarah a strange look, then slammed on the brakes. Kelsey nearly flew off my lap but I grabbed her before she could join the others in the front seat.

“What the fuck you stupid fucking fuck!” Julia said, then hit the steering wheel with her fist, “Stupid fucking Midwestern drivers.”

“Aren’t you from Michigan?”

“Yeah, but I’m like… fucking civilized. These assholes don’t know what the fuck….”

Julia accelerated, the roar of the engine drowning out her angry rant. I asked Kelsey if she was OK as she nestled back into my chest.

“Yeah. Fine. But maybe you should, y’know, like, hold me in place?” She wrapped her arms around mine, pressing them around her flat stomach. She was no Sarah in the breast department, but she had more than enough, and the bottoms of her pert protuberances tickled at my arm hair.

We sat still for a while, Kelsey hugging me hugging her. Listening to rain as it battered the roof of the VW bug. Julia darting and diving through traffic.

Then Kelsey slowly slid her arms off of mine and shifted slightly — repositioned her bottom in a way that allowed for all sorts of sensations. In moments, she was back in rhythm. All I could do was sit there and enjoy the tune.

With each grinding pass, I swore I could feel the heat of Kelsey’s sex as it drifted over my now painfully hard member. I looked down and saw a dark patch in the center of her tan shorts. Well, if my baseball trip had taught me anything by now, it was the benefits of being overly aggressive on the basepaths.

I put my hands on Kelsey’s bare thighs — so much less flesh than Sarah, still more than enough to enjoy. My palms rested on soft, warm flesh. I waited for the inevitable brush off, but instead Kelsey just giggled. Sighed. Then she spread her legs open, as if offering herself to the whole car. She reached down and put her own hands on my legs, mirroring what I’d done on her.

Her fingers were long, dainty, with girly-pink painted nails. They looked really sexy through my leg hair. Felt even better. I could only imagine the sensations if she’d just move her digits back an inch or so.

Meanwhile, with Kelsey’s legs splayed so lewdly, I got more than a glimpse of her cute, light blue panties. The wet spot was definitely there, as well. From that angle, I was sure I’d see some pubic hair, along with everything else, but there wasn’t a strand. Proper Sarah had a full bush but ingenue Kelsey shaved? Clearly I was no good at guessing these things.

I had that sensation of being watched again. I looked up and saw Sarah sort of trying to glance back through the suitcases. She saw me looking at her and she sort of half smiled. Then, and I swear I saw this, she winked.

“We’ve got another hour, I think,” Sarah said to no one in particular, now back to staring out the windshield.

Kelsey leaned her head back, lips to my ear and whispered, “Gooood.” Then to me? To herself? I’m not sure. She said, “Going for third…”

She lifted her hand off my leg and placed it right over mine, just like kartal escort Sarah had done the day before. Holding me in place. Only instead of keeping my hand there, Kelsey picked it up and put it right on her pussy. My eyes practically rolled right out of their sockets. Even through shorts and panties I could feel her warmth. Her wet.

And Kelsey didn’t just put my hand there — oh no — she preessssed me into her, squeezing her delicate sex between my palm at the top and my iron rod below. We both gasped at the same time. Then she let my hand go.

I used my palm to stimulate her opening through her very short shorts. I could smell Kelsey’s hair, her perfume. Her scent. I looked over and her amazing face was slightly scrunched. An expression that could easily be mistaken for pain if I didn’t know it was pleasure.

The beautiful blonde smiled at me, the kind of grin that could warm distant planets. Her back was a bit arched. Breasts gamely reaching for the sky.

I felt a touch on my own crotch and looked back down. Kelsey had dropped her right hand right on my dick. She gave a light, appreciative squeeze, then started alternating — rubbing my hard cock through my shorts, then stopping and tracing it with her nails. Rub, rub, rub, then light, teasing trace.

“You’re awesome,” Kelsey whispered in my ear. Her tongue lightly tasted at my lobe, sending shivers through my body.

“You’re not bad, either,” I whispered back and she laughed, then snorted. She stopped herself.

“What’s so funny?” Julia asked.

“Nothing,” Kelsey said, “Ben told me a joke.”

“Must’ve been about his fantasy team. Dude, you suck this year.”

Suck. Oh, Julia, I only wished I was sucking right now. I looked down at Kelsey’s crotch and realized, the way her legs were still spread, I could actually access a lot more than just her shorts. I wasn’t sure if she was looking for skin-to-skin, but well, in for a finger, in for a whole hand, I suppose.

I put my left hand where my right had been and kept pressing clumsily into the fabric. Then with my right I dragged down Kelsey’s bare leg to the juncture where pubis met thigh. Where thin, light blue panty peeked out from under denim.

I waited for Kelsey’s complaint. Instead, she started rubbing my cock even harder, to the point where it was sort of painful — not that I had any intention of stopping her.

Taylor Swift was on the radio. Kelsey leaned back, practically licking at my ear, as she (sort of) sang in time.

“I… I jerk him off. I… I jerk him off…”

I’m no musician, but I know my cue when I hear it. I slid my fingers under the gusset of her panties and found warm, wet flesh. The lovely teenager’s nether lips were just as open and wanting as her long, rosy legs. I plunged my finger into her sex and Kelsey gasped, stopping her little song.

“You OK back there?” Julia asked.

“Yeah…” Kelsey said, body taut, “Yeah. Just thought I saw someone swerve up ahead.”

I slid another finger into her, more gently this time, then managed to work my thumb up and find her aching, protruding clit.

“Hmmmmmmm.” Kelsey let me know when I’d found the spot. Slowly, I moved my fingers back and forth inside her, rubbing at her clitty at the same pace. Kelsey’s vaginal lips were a little thicker than Sarah’s. Her clit way more pronounced. It was strange, comparing their two cunts so close together.

Kelsey also seemed a little more vocal than Sarah (though clearly not as conversational as my partner had been the night before). I could tell the teenaged blonde was struggling to swallow her little grunts and groans. I caught the scent of strawberries and sex. I was ready to drown in it.

Kelsey arched her back a little, clearly trying to force my fingers deeper into her canal. Instead, I pulled away. My fingers sticky with her essence, I quickly unbuttoned the top of her shorts and pulled down the zip. It was a much easier reach from there, and I quickly went back to work. The teenager’s bare pussy warm and welcoming.

Able to get much better leverage now, I went in deep enough to feel a thick ring of flesh in her depths — stubborn but pliable. Her hyman. Holy fuck. Well there was a difference between her and Sarah there, too. Kelsey slid up against me, squeezed my fingers in her snatch. I wondered, was this the first time she’d been… stimulated?

At the same time, I felt my own organ start to ache. Kelsey’s rubbing had started to be more abrasive than arousing — pressing the fabric of my shorts into my skin. At almost the exact moment I noticed it, she slowed. Almost as if I’d told her about my trouble.

While I continued to work her over, Kelsey slid her hand back down to my bare thigh. Teasing at my leg hair. Then, just as I’d resigned myself to this being a one way street, the beautiful blonde reached into my pants through the leg hole. Right under my boxers. Grabbed hard, meaty flesh.

Now it was my turn to groan far too loudly.

“Seriously, what are you two up to?” Julia asked.

“It’s a long drive,” Sarah said, “Hard to be comfortable after a while.”

Was Sarah covering for us? Why the fuck was Sarah covering for us? Why the fuck was I complaining? I was going to have get her a nice card after this. Maybe a gift card.

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John opened his eye to a shrill sound. The sound was the telephone ringing. He waited a minute for his wife to get it but then realized that his wife had already gone to work. He decided to let it ring and let the answering machine get it. He laid there and listened for the message in case it was his wife and she had problems on the way to work. After 5 or 6 rings the machine picked up.

“Hello John? This is Theresa from the bank. You applied for a home loan through us and I wanted to talk to you about it. I need to meet with you…”

John quickly fumbled for the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, John?”

“Yes. This is John.”

“Hi, This is Theresa down at the bank and I need to talk to you about the loan that you applied for. I was wondering if you could meet me in the morning about it, I need to discuss some things with you.”

“Well, I would like to but I have a trip planned and I have to leave about 8 in the morning.”

“Well, let’s see. I can meet you this evening if you would like, say around 7?”

“Well… I guess we can. Should we meet at the bank?”

“No. Let’s say about 7 at my place. I have an office there and I can take care of most things from there. Would that be acceptable?”

“Sure. Give me your address and I will meet you there,” John said.

John wrote down her address and then looked over at the clock. “Damn,” he mumbled to himself. It was half past 5 now and he didn’t have much time to get a shower and get dressed to meet this lady banker. He stumbled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the water and then he stepped in and started to shower. The water felt wonderful and warm and so soothing on his tired muscles. Midnight shift was getting to him down at the factory. He hardly had time to spend with his wife anymore which meant no sex. His dick was getting so it was hard almost all the time. He ignored it and proceeded to finish his shower. He went through the usual routine of brushing his teeth and then shaving. He wanted to look his best so he went to the closet and picked out his nicest shirt and slacks. He carefully put them on, taking his time to make sure that everything was just right so he would make the best impression on her.

John walked into his garage and fired up his pickup. He backed out of the driveway and headed to the address that Theresa had given him. He drove until he found the road that her house was supposed to be located on. “Hickory Hills Estates.” John never seemed to be amazed at these “estates” that they called these subdivisions. He once lived in a subdivision with the titles “estates” on it and it was nothing but a bunch of tract houses together almost on top of each other. He drove for about a mile. There it is, Hickory Hills Estates. He turned down the road and then he started going up this hill and then he saw the beautiful houses. Not just nice houses but actually estates. He looked around for the number that she had given him and when he was there he noticed that she lived in one of the nicer homes there. It was beautiful. He could tell that a person with a lot of money and influence lived here.

He pulled through the stone gate that became the driveway. He pulled into the circle drive and then he parked his truck behind a car in the drive. He felt a little self concious about having his pickup there among all of the Jaguars and Mercedes that were parked in the neighborhood. He got out of his truck and walked past a BMW that was parked there. He looked at his reflection in the paint job on the car and then walked up to the doors. He nervously pendik escort reached his arm forward and pushed the door bell. He could hear the chimes in the house and waited.

The door opened. “Yes, may I help you sir,” a man said.

“Yes, I am here to see a Theresa about a home loan. She called me today. My name is John.”

“Oh yes sir,” the man said, “she’s been expecting you.”

The man opened the door and he walked in. He looked around at the room that he was standing in. It was a beautiful room, a room filled with the finest furnishings and the finest antiques. “Madam will be with you in a minute sir,” the man said as he walked away.

John looked around and took notice of the fine marble floor that he was standing on. He snickered to himself as he thought about how this may be the only pair of cowboy boots that had ever walked on this floor. He walked toward the huge fireplace and looked at the painting that was there. “That’s my husband,” he heard a feminine voice say. He turned around and saw a woman standing there. John’s jaw almost hit the floor. There she was, blonde, petite, and very very attractive. She was wearing a very elegant red silk blouse and a very tight black skirt that hit her about mid thigh. John was trying not to be too obvious about his attraction to this woman standing before him. He looked down her body and looked at her legs. She wore a pair of black stockings that covered a very nice pair of legs and a pair of black high heels. “Hello, I’m Theresa. And you’re John?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said hoping that he wasn’t stammering too much. He was so nervous about getting this loan. He moved forward and took the hand that was offered to him. As he moved closer to her he could smell her perfume hang in the air. “Glad to meet you Mrs… uh Mrs …”

“Just call me Theresa. May I call you John?”

“Of course, you can call me anything you want to. You are the one with the money,” he smiled.

“Well, we’ll see what we can do about loaning you some of it. Follow me into my office and we will get down to business.”

John followed her and they walked up to a set of hand carved walnut doors. She opened them and motioned for him to come in. He went through the door and she shut them behind him. She led him to a huge desk in the corner of the room. John looked around at the furnishings in the room. He walked to the desk and sat down, feeling suddenly nervous about getting this loan. Theresa pulled up a chair beside him at the desk and sat down. John looked around the room and he saw the beautiful sculptures and the paintings and the leather couch along the wall.

Theresa pulled up next to him and he got a whiff of her perfume. God he smelled good, he thought to himself. She opened a folder that was on his desk and told him what he would need to get the loan approved. She handed him a pen and started explaining the terms of the loan, if he were to get it and what the payments would be. John looked down at Theresa’s legs. Her skirt was riding up a little and he could see that she was not wearing panty hose but that she actually had black stockings on and he could see her black garters. He could feel his dick start to rise as he looked at the legs of this beautiful blonde and smelled the fragrance of her perfume. “Now just sign this paper here… and this paper here… and this paper here…” John signed what seemed like dozens of forms but finally after a few minutes he was done.

“How long until I find out if I’m eligible for the loan,” he asked?

“Well, it will take a few days, but maltepe escort first there is something else we need to take care of before it can be approved.”

“What is that?” John asked.

“Well, John, you see part of the loan process is the interview. I need to know a few things about you that I can’t legally ask on the loan application but it all goes into the process of getting the loan. You don’t mind answering a few questions do you?”

“No,” John said as he thought of how he was going to spend any more time with this woman without pouncing on top of her and fucking her.

Theresa got up and said, “Follow me.”

John got up from that chair and followed her over to the leather couch along the wall. She picked up a notebook from the end table and sat down. As she sat down, her skirt rode up a little farther up her leg. Theresa smiled and pulled her skirt down as best she could when she sat down.

“Now, let’s see, are you married and how many years.”

“Yes. Let’s see, about 23 years.”

“Wow. Children?”

“Yes, 2 grown boys,” he said.

“How many years have you been employed as an electrician?”

“Let me think. 17 years I believe.”

Theresa continued to ask him about his personal life and his family history. After a minute or two he started to relax. He answered all the questions that she had to ask, all the time trying not to look at her gorgeous face, her ample breasts and her fantastic legs.

“Ok John, one more question and then I will be done with this phase of the loan process.”

“Ok,” said John.

Theresa got up and walked over and pulled up a chair so she was facing him. She crossed her legs and he could feel his cock start to strain the fabric of his slacks.

“Ok, the question is… do you eat pussy?” she asked.

John couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Surely he was fantasizing. “W-w-w-what did you say?” he asked

“Oh you heard me right,”Theresa said as she uncrossed her legs and pulled closer to him. “I asked you if you ate pussy!”

“Well, I don’t know what that has to do with the loan ma’am,” he said.

“It has a lot to do with whether you get the loan or not stupid,” she said.

Theresa leaned back in the chair and spread her legs slightly. John could see the thin material of her panties that barely covered her pussy. “I want to know if you eat pussy and the answer better be yes if you want this fucking loan.”

John looked around, not knowing what to do. Theresa stood up and reached behind her and John heard a “ziiiiiip” sound and then her skirt fell to the floor. She was wearing black sheer panties and Jhn could see right through them. She stepped back and then she turned around so her ass was facing him and bent over and then pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Theresa backed up and put her butt in his face, close enough that he could smell her hot cunt.

“Look lady,” John said. “I am a married man. My credit ought to stand for itself.”

Theresa laughed a loud laugh. “You obviously don’t know the power I have over your loan dumb ass.” Theresa turned around and moved toward John. John tried to move away but it did him no good. Theresa had him laid back on the couch and had her cunt over his face in a flash.

John looked up at the cunt in front of him. He was confused about what he should do. He needed the loan but he wanted to be true to his wife. He could see the glistening lips of her vagina hanging above him. He thought about how he had gotten himself into this mess. He looked up at the nylon kartal escort covered legs that were on either side of his head. He thought about how he could probably get a loan at another bank. Then he thought about the beautiful cunt of the blonde bank Vice President above him and then he made his decision.

John reached his hand up and put his hand against Theresa’s pussy lips. He felt her moist lips and smelled the smell of her juices flowing. He slid his hands around to the buttocks and squeezed them hard. They were so soft and firm and he liked what he felt. He moved his hand around till he had them on her hips and then he pulled her down forcefully onto his face.

“Oh god, yess. Eat my pussy John,” she said.

John stuck his tongue into the pussy that was on his face. God he loved the way it smelled and he loved the way it tasted. As soon as he had his tongue into her pussy he could feel her start to make a motion back and forth across his face.

“Ohhhhhhhh My Goddddddddd!!!!!!” she screamed as she rode his face. He lifted her hips a little and moved her so he could suck her clit into his mouth. He pulled it into his mouth and started sucking on it, giving her clit a head job. His hand back around to her butt cheeks and then slapped her on the left ass cheek. He could hear the smack and could feel her quiver as he struck a blow on her buttock. He moved his hand down and spread her ass cheeks and took his index finger and found the opening of her anus.

“Oh fuck. Oh yeah, suck me baby, suck me.” John moved his hand down between her legs and slid it between her legs and got it wet with her pussy juice. He moved it back around and with the other hand he spread her ass cheeks and took his finger and shoved it in hard against her asshole. She stiffened and let out a howl that he was sure was going to make her cool down. Instead it had the opposite effect. She stopped for a minute and then she started moving back and forth across his face with a passion that he hadn’t seen in hears.

“Oh God, I-I-I… Oh fuck yeah. Fuck my ass. Lick my clit. Oh shit John. Eat me. Eat me! EAT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!” she wailed as she rode his face to orgasm. She continued to rock on his face and he continued to fuck her ass with his finger until she could move no more and John removed the finger from her ass and she collapsed back on the couch.

John got up and unsnapped his pants and dropped them and then pulled his underwear down.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing??????” she loudly asked as she tried to get up. John pushed her down on the couch and held her head with one hand and stroked his cock with the other hand. “I’m gonna CUM all over you baby,” he said as he stroked his rock hard cock and pointed it at her face. John looked down at this woman with her pussy exposed, in her stockings and her rumpled skirt pulled up around her waist and then he lost it. He felt the cum building up in his balls and after a minute or 2 of stroking, he let out a blast of sperm that covered her face, covered her lips and ran down onto her red silk blouse. As his last drops of cum dribbled from the head of his dick, Theresa reached forward and grabbed his cock and pulled him close and took her tongue and licked the remaining sperm off of the head of his cock.

John pulled away from Theresa and bent over and pulled is pants up and buckled his belt. He walked over to the couch that she was laying on and gave her pussy a quick touch and then walked toward the door.

“I’ll be expecting that call about the loan any day!” he said as he walked out the door and got into his pickup.

Theresa laid back on the couch and thought to herself, “Maybe you will and maybe you’ll have to come begging for it again.” She closed her eyes and thought of what other requirements she might have of this man.

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Peter woke up with an overwhelming feeling of guilt. He loved his wife. He didn’t want to destroy his marriage just for a good lay. Of course this led him to think about how good of a lay it was. Never had the sex in his marriage turned him on this much. He started getting hard just thinking about it. But the guilt won out. He got up, showered, ate a quick breakfast and left for work; two hours earlier than usual so that he avoided seeing Kelly at all.

He threw himself into his work so he wouldn’t think about it anymore. All of a sudden, it was ten o’clock at night and he was done with the one and only project he had to work on. He handed in his work and went home, fully aware that he would get home too late to see anyone.

When he got home the lights were all out. He ate a light dinner and headed to bed. As he walked through the living room, he noticed Kelly asleep on the couch. She had on the skimpy cotton shorts that she wore the previous morning. She was on her side, and he could see right up her shorts, and without any panties on, he had a great view of her ass. “God, that ass.” he thought to himself. Being a gentleman, he grabbed the blanket and put it over her. She squirmed a little and let out a little moan. Peter couldn’t help but think about how hot she was. He then had a dangerous thought.

“You’ve already done the deed once. You’ve already cheated. Why not get your money’s worth?” He was disgusted with the idea, and went to bed immediately. He woke up with the guilt once more. He figured that if he could just concentrate on work, he could get through the rest of the week without giving in to Kelly’s temptations. But that plan went out the door when his cell phone rang. It was his boss.

“Peter! I came into work early today and I saw that you finalized the Sloan account. Listen, you’ve been working hard and, the way I see it, you’ve got nothing to do. Take today and Friday off. You’ve earned it.”

This wasn’t going to fit into his plan. “Well maybe I could help Frank with his project.”

“Peter, please. Frank needs the practice. I don’t want to see you in the office. Have a great four-day weekend.” His boss hung up. Peter just stood there. This was not going to be good.

—————

“I’m going to go for a run.” Kelly announced. Sally then turned to Peter.

“Peter, could you be a doll and make some sandwiches for the kids.” Peter stared at her.

“Just because you’re the mother of my son’s best friend, does not mean I like you in any way.” Peter thought.

But he simply responded, “Five turkey sandwiches coming up.” As he and Kelly went into the house.

Peter went right to the kitchen and started laying out the ingredients. Kelly then walked into the kitchen, wearing very short green mesh shorts and a tight short t-shirt. His dick shifted in his pants. “Oh my God, I need this run so bad. I haven’t had a good work out since Tuesday night.” She smiled and looked right at him when she said that. He pretended not to hear her. She started stretching right there in the kitchen. She began with her arms as she leaned all the way to the right, followed by the left. Both times, her shirt inched up, revealing more of her torso. Peter tried his best not to look. She then sat down on the floor, spreading her legs and putting the soles of her feet together to stretch out her groin. Peter snuck a glance and almost choked. He could see right up her shorts and couldn’t believe that she didn’t have any panties on. He had a perfect view of her wonderful shaved pussy. He swallowed, realizing that she was just as freshly shaved as she was the other night. She must have done it again that morning. He was fully hard just thinking about that.

Kelly smiled when she realized he was looking. She held that position for a long time. Peter no longer was thinking logically. All he could think about was how good that pussy felt on his cock. She finally got up slowly. She turned around and bent over, keeping her knees perfectly straight. This made her shorts ride up, showing Peter nearly her whole ass. Peter couldn’t contain himself, and the following words came out before he could filter his thoughts. “I see you run without wearing any panties.”

Kelly slowly leaned back up. She turned around and walked towards Peter. “Yeah, they bother me too much when I run. Does it bother you?” As she asked, she started lifting up her shirt a little bit.

Peter shook his head, “No.” He backed away and fell into a chair. She kept walking towards him. She was right in front of him. He could see the outline of her pussy through the mesh shorts as the light shined through the light fabric.

Kelly leaned forward and whispered pendik escort in his ear. “Good, because I hate wearing panties. I do it just because I like teasing boys. And older men.” As she said this, she grabbed his hand and started pushing it up her leg. She let go, but Peter didn’t stop. His fingers found their way under her shorts and he once again felt the wonderfully wet and shaved pussy that has haunted his thoughts the past few days. He started rubbing her lips as she moaned and rubbed her fingers through his hair.

“I want your cock in me again. I want you to fuck my tight pussy like you did the other night.” Peter then pulled his fingers out and got up. He started walking away.

“Where are you going?” She asked, disappointed.

“To my study. Are you coming?” She smiled and followed behind him. They went into his home office and shut the door. He locked it as she went to his desk and sat on it right in front of the chair. He sat down in his chair. She was spreading her legs. In the short shorts, it looked so hot.

She began slipping her fingers under her shorts. “Will you make me come like you did the other night? Make me come with your big hard cock.” As she said this, she closed her legs and slowly pulled off her shorts. She spread her legs again, opening up her amazing pussy. Peter got up and pulled out his dick. He started rubbing her clit with it, teasing her with his head. She pulled off her shirt and closed her eyes.

“Please put it in me. I want it so bad.” She pleaded. But Peter kept rubbing her pussy with his head. Finally he pushed into her, but only a bit, then pulled away.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, “Please. Fuck my pussy.” He stood back, looking at the sight of a beautiful 19-year-old girl lying naked on his desk, begging him to fuck her. He obliged. Peter slowly put his head back into her. Even though it had only been a couple of days, he still couldn’t believe how tight she was. He had to push a few times before he was fully in her. He once again felt the ecstasy of being in her tight cavern. He started thrusting back and forth as she moaned and rubbed her pussy. After a bit, she pulled off her shirt as Peter grabbed her ass and continued pushing. But then, Peter’s heart stopped.

A knock at the door, “Peter? Are you in there?” It was Sally. Peter immediately stopped fucking Kelly. He started pulling out, but she grabbed his dick and held him right at her pussy.

“Yes, Sally. I’m just sending an email I forgot to deal with earlier.” Peter barely choked out his response as Kelly was rubbing his head in and around her shaved pussy. She was looking at him with such mischievous eyes. Peter started humping her again. Kelly closed her eyes and put a hand over her mouth.

“Ok, well I’ll finish making the sandwiches. Join us whenever you’re done.”

Peter didn’t care what Sally was saying anymore. He was about to make Kelly come. He watched his dick slide in and out of her 19-year-old pussy with pride. She started shaking and her pussy clenched around Peter’s dick.

“OK Sally, I’ll see you soon.” Peter called back while he came inside Kelly watched her writhe in her own pleasures.

She looked up at him with lust and whispered, “Mr. Hamilton, I think about you all the time. When you’re at work, I finger myself thinking about your cock. Do you ever think of me?”

“God, I try not to. But it’s impossible.” He pulled out of her and put back on his clothes. “We need to get back.” He left the room. All he could think was that he knew this wasn’t the last time.

Later that afternoon, Sally left with all the kids to take them for a sleepover at her house. Kelly was going to go out with her friends that night since she wouldn’t have to worry about the kids.

Peter was in the kitchen reading the newspaper and having his evening coffee, a habit he has regretted since he started a few years back. But it was his more recent habits that were weighing on him the most. Just as he was starting to wonder whether he could keep doing this, Kelly walked in wearing a tight pink t-shirt and a loose white skirt that went to about two inches above her knee. She looked hot. She leaned on the kitchen counter with her back to Peter while she texted on her phone. Her skirt rode up a bit revealing a very good amount of the back of her thighs. Then the door knocked and Kelly opened it.

“Hi! Steph!” Kelly let in her friend. A beautiful brunette with tight green pants revealing an amazing ass and a tight collared shirt.

“Steph, this is Mr. Hamilton. Mr. Hamilton, this is Steph.” Peter shook Steph’s hand.

“Hi Mr. Hamilton.” Steph said with a dash of seduction.

“Ok, we’re heading out. maltepe escort Don’t wait up!” The girls left, whispering to each other and laughing.

Three hours later, Peter was falling asleep with a beer in his hand watching Sports Center. He snapped up when he heard the door shut. Kelly walked in… followed by Steph. They both walked in to the TV room.

“You girls are home early.” Peter remarked, a little uncomfortable as the girls sat next to him on either side of the couch. Kelly brought her legs up on the couch and lay down on her side. Peter coughed, as he could see right up her skirt at her cotton panties.

“Yeah, it was a really boring party. All the guys were kind of lame.”

Peter looked over at Steph, who was rubbing her hands up and down her green-panted thighs. “Doesn’t Kelly look really hot in her skirt tonight, Mr. Hamilton?”

Peter cleared his throat. “Umm I’m not sure what you want me to say to that.”

Steph got up and leaned on her knees to Peter’s left. Kelly moved around and did the same.

Kelly looked at Peter. “Mr. Hamilton, I’ve told Steph about our times together, and she wants to play with us.”

Peter was shocked, “You did what?! What were you thinking Kelly?! What if she tells someone?! What do you think that would mean for me?!” He tried to get up, but Steph grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

“Mr. Hamilton, I would never tell anyone, because I have a good reputation. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m a slut would I? Besides, you’ve already had one 19-year-old girl, wouldn’t it be nice to have two?” As Steph finished, Kelly leaned across Peter and started kissing Steph. They were making out right in front of him. Their breasts were pushing against each other through their tight shirts. Of course, neither had bras on. Why would they? There was no need.

Steph continued. “My boyfriend has never made me come and he’s the only boy I’ve had sex with. Can you make me come, Mr. Hamilton?” As she said this, she unbuttoned her pants. Kelly meanwhile had Peter’s right hand moving up her skirt. She smiled at Steph.

Steph went on, “Will you unzip my pants for me?” Peter obliged with his left hand. As he pulled down the zipper, he realized she wasn’t wearing panties and just like Kelly, she was completely bare. His right hand then reached Kelly’s panties. He slipped his fingers under the hem and started rubbing. Kelly moaned and rubbed her breasts. Steph pulled down her pants and leaned over Peter to make out more with Kelly.

Peter decided to take charge. “Why don’t you two kiss with my dick in between your mouths?” The girls smiled.

Kelly said, “See, Steph. I told you he’d be good.” They both slid down, Kelly took off her shirt. Steph started rubbing her mouth over his fully hard dick through his pants.

“Do you want me to take it out, Mr. Hamilton?” Steph asked while she was already undoing his belt.

Kelly unbuttoned his button and unzipped his zipper. She pulled down Peter’s pants as his hard cock flopped into place. Steph started first, kissing the side of his dick. “How excited are you for two 19-year-old girls to be sucking on your cock?” She asked as she licked the side of his shaft. Kelly slid back down and joined her. They immediately started kissing and moaning, with Peter’s head in between their mouths. The feeling of their tongues playing with each other around his head was incomparable. He reached out with both hands. With his right he rubbed up Kelly’s legs and under her skirt, feeling her panties tightly wrapped around her butt. He started sliding his fingers under her panties and fingering her. She moaned even harder as he did this. With his left hand he fingered Steph’s pussy. Both girls were now moaning and licking his shaft.

Steph stopped first. “Oh my God, your cock is so big.” She got back up on her knees to Peter’s left, leaving Kelly to suck on his tip on her own. Steph leaned into Peter and pulled off her shirt. Her perky breasts were pressed against Peter’s left shoulder. Her pants were still halfway pulled down, showing off her shaved pussy. Peter started rubbing it.

“Mr. Hamilton, mmmhmmm, please make me come for the first time with your huge dick.” Peter nodded. Steph got up and slowly pulled off her green pants, and stood in front of him while Kelly licked up the side of his dick and got back up on her knees. Steph then stood right in front of him.

“I heard you like tight pussies? Mine is so tight. Do you want it?” As she asked she straddled Peter and turned around. She then spread her legs open as wide as she could and balanced forward on Peter’s knees. She then started rubbing her pussy on Peter’s dick. Looking kartal escort back at him.

“Oh my God, I can’t wait for you to be inside me.” She reached back and grabbed the base of his dick. She then slowly slid down on to him. She looked back and whimpered while he started going in her. He couldn’t believe it, but she was tighter than Kelly! He laid back in ecstasy as she slowly pushed his dick all the way inside her. She started riding him hard as Kelly was fingering herself and rubbing her tits. She then stood up on the couch and slowly pulled off her panties, leaving her skirt on.

“I’m so horny Mr. Hamilton.” Said Kelly as she straddled over him, still standing. “I really need you to make me come as well.” Her thighs were directly in front of him as she pulled up her skirt to give him a close-up view of her wonderful young pussy. He immediately thought about how good she tasted on that first night. He reached up and pulled her to his mouth as he went at her. All the while Steph was still riding away.

“Oh my God! I’m going to come!” Yelled Steph. She started shaking. Kelly did the same. The feeling Steph getting tighter around his cock caused him to come as well as the two girls. All three were coming at the same time. Peter felt like a champion.

“That was the best feeling I’ve ever had,” said Steph as she slid off of him. She and Kelly picked up their clothes and started walking out. They sleepily said goodnight and went to bed. Peter just laid back on the couch, soaking in the pleasure.

Peter woke the next morning to the sound of Steph’s car leaving. He smiled. He went downstairs and once again sat on the couch reading the newspaper. He no longer cared about his recent expoits. He was so far past the point of stopping now. As he was beginning to think back on last night, Kelly walked out wearing just a tight white t-shirt and cotton panties with a little pink bow over the front. She was sure to walk right in front of Peter while she bent over to pick up a magazine off the table. She sat down to Peter’s right. He just looked over at her and smiled. Her hair in a loose ponytail, she looked perfectly young and cute. He continued to stare until he eventually caught her eye. She looked at him, smiled, put the magazine on the floor and leaned up on her knees. She started inching towards him.

“So, Mr. Hamilton. I have to pick up your boys in an hour. But before I left, I wanted to make sure of something.” Kelly was looking very sexy as she was saying this. She was pulling at her shirt.

“And what is that, Kelly?”

“Well, we all had a really good time last night with Steph. But, well…” Kelly was pulling off her shirt now, showing off those amazing young perky tits. “…I wanted to make sure you remembered who your favorite was.”

Kelly then unbuttoned and pulled down Peter’s pants and boxers. Instead of going straight into the blowjob, she made out with Peter a little bit, rubbing his dick in her palm. She then pulled off his shirt and slowly kissed down Peter’s chest. As she reached his lower abdomen she moved more to the side so she could rub her tits all over his head. She started pushing them together and rubbing up his dick, giving him a little titty-fuck. He moaned as he saw her ass in those panties sticking out. Kelly slowly slid down so that she was lying fully down on the couch and now kissing his tip. Her tits rested on his thighs. He leaned his head back and slipped his fingers in under her panties in between her legs. She was so wet.

“Ohhh. Will you think about me while you’re fucking your wife?” Peter didn’t immediately register the question. Once he did, he realized the answer was most definitely yes. He started fingering Kelly some more. She took that as a yes.

“Mmmmm. You’ll think of me when you beat off won’t you?” Kelly slowly licked up his dick. “You’ll think of my tight pussy wrapped around your dick.” As she said this, she got up and straddled him putting her arms on his shoulders. He was hard as a rock as she rubbed her panties up and down him. She looked him in the eyes with a serious look.

“I’m serious. I want you to tell me that you’re going to think about me when you’re with your wife.” As she said this, she slowly pulled her panties to the side and started rubbing up and down his dick with her bare vagina.

“I can’t say that. I can’t.” Peter reluctantly responded.

Kelly reached down and put his tip right up against that amazing tight hole. He knew this might be his last chance to have sex with her before his wife got home. “If you want me right now, I want to hear you say it.” She started rubbing the tip and inserting it very slightly inside of her.

Peter couldn’t resist. “Fine, Kelly. Yes. When I fuck my wife, I will be thinking about you. For the rest of our marriage, you will be the one I think about.”

“Thank you.” Kelly sighed with relief as she plunged Peter deep inside her…

THE END

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The Awakening of Laura Ch. 03

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As Lisa and I were discussing the weekend plans, we noticed that John and Laura were now ahead of us by a good distance and we could see that they were hugging.

We approached them but watched from afar.

John’s hands were all over Laura and we could see John’s cock was nice and hard. Laura was all over John and we could see her playing with his cock.

Laura got on her knees and started sucking John’s cock.

Lisa and I looked at each and had the same thought, that this was going to a great weekend.

We decided to approach the two lovers and gave them a round of applause.

Laura must have finished John off successfully because I saw a trace of cum on her tit.

John looked at us and said to Laura, “You are a terrific woman and your husband is lucky to have you.”

With that, we all headed back to our cars and Laura and I followed them back to their house.

Lisa gave Laura the grand tour and came back to me and John in the family room. By the time they came back, John and I were nude with hard cocks as we were playing with each other, which the women saw.

The women laughed and said they would be right back and left.

It pendik escort was quite awhile and the women did not come back. John and I went searching for them and found the two of them on the bed in the guest room. Laura was on top of Lisa and they were grinding their pussies together and kissing.

“Ahem” John said, “You ladies having fun?”

Lisa looked up and told us to get lost. John and I went downstairs.

John asked me if I wanted to go to the hot tub and I quickly said ok, and off we went.

We got into the hot tub and settled in next to each other. We talked about Laura and that she was his and Lisa’s for the weekend. It was then that John moved his hand to my cock.

As he played with my cock and balls, I spread my legs for him. He motioned me to get out and he followed. Once we were out, he told me to lay down and he then got into 69 and we sucked each other off until we both shot our cum.

The girls finally came down and both were glowing.

We all had drinks and I asked who would like to fuck my whore wife first. John said he would like to do her.

We went inside and went into another bedroom that maltepe escort looked like a mini pleasure chamber, with chains, cuffs, whips, nipple clamps and all sorts of erotic toys, as well as video equipment.

John told Laura to get on the bed. In the meantime Lisa started video taping the happenings.

John asked me to tie Laura’s ankles and wrists up to the bed frame and then sit back and enjoy the show.

I did as I was told. Laura was squirming a bit. Her legs were spread wide with her arms outstretched above her head.

John hovered over Laura, his cock getting rigid with precum visible. He got on the bed with her and asked Lisa to get the nipple clamps.

John took the nipple clamps and placed them on Laura’s erect nipples. As he did, she let out a yelp. Then he asked for the largest dildo they had, which was as round as a 1 litre bottle.

John asked Laura if she wanted the dildo inside her cunt. She looked at me and I nodded yes. Laura told John she wanted him to stick it into her cunt.

Laura’s cunt was already wet and John had no problem inserting it in her cunt. Soon, the dildo filled Laura’s cunt. Then kartal escort John told Lisa to fuck her with it. Lisa came over and started to fuck my wife with the dildo.

Laura started to raise her hips and body off the bed. She was fucking the dildo now and moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder, you bitch” she said to Lisa. As Lisa was pumping my wife, John moved his cock to Laura’s mouth and told her to suck his cock.

It was a glorious sight watching them having their way with my whore wife.

Then it happened, Laura started screaming she was cumming and to ram the dildo in her harder and faster. As Lisa did that, John shot his cum all over Laura. Then Laura yelled she was cumming, and that she did. Her body was jumping off the bed in ecstasy and lasted for almost five minutes before it subsided.

Laura fell asleep still tied with her legs spread and the dildo still inside her cunt.

We left Laura to rest and went to their bedroom.

Lisa got on the bed and John and I joined her. We placed Lisa in the middle and we each took turns fucking Lisa, which we did for a couple of hours.

By that time, we went to Laura and released her from her restraints. John’s cum clearly visible all over my wife’s body.

It was late and we decided to call it a night. We all needed some sleep as tomorrow would be just as exciting.

Look for the final part IV of the Awakening.

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The Attorney

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The meeting.

It was just a sterile hotel meeting room. Fluorescent lights over a small table, blinds drawn on the small windows. Uncomfortable chairs that inflicted pain on the users if sat upon for long periods of time.

“From a design standpoint, is there any reason for you to recommend that a automobile leave the Memphis facility with a defect that would do this to an innocent driver, and I am showing you Page Exhibit Four?” the attorney ask.

My mind was listening but not concentrating on the words. I was mesmerized by her beauty. The flashing green eyes, the dark auburn hair, the soft, red lips belied the fact that she was the plaintiff’s attorney and I was giving a deposition that required my full and honest testimony. Her silk blouse, glistening white, covered her soft breasts, the dark nipples outlined against the sheer fabric. Her wool skirt defined her shapely hips, exposing just enough of her legs to take my imagination to the point where they met her upper torso.

“Mr. Harris,” her voice interrupting my reveries, “do I need to repeat my question.”

“No,” I replied. “I thought the question was rhetorical.”

“I don’t have any other questions,” she stated.

Nervously I turned toward our corporate counsel.

“We will reserve our questions until the time of the trial and he will waive signature,” spoke Leo Anstall.

I slowly arose from my chair, still leering at the beautiful attorney across the desk.

“Too bad she’s the enemy,” I thought to myself. “Perhaps another place, another time. . .”

I left the hotel room where the deposition was taken. Moving quickly across the lobby, I stopped seeing the entrance to the hotel bar.

“I could use a good stiff drink right now,” I thought to myself.

Easing into the bar, I slipped into a booth and gave the bartender my order.

“Just a glass of Cabernet,” I said, “Mondavi 98 if you have it.”

As the bartender placed the glass in front of me, I glanced up to see her walk into the bar. The confident air of her walk, shoulders square, head high told me that this was one very classy lady. My eyes naturally trailed to the third finger, left hand.

“Drats,” I mused, “she’s married.”

I picked up my glass of wine, swirling it in the glass to release its fullness. The warm liquid filled my mouth, slipping down my throat and leaving the warm, rich afterglow of a good cabernet. My eyes continued to follow the beautiful woman as she seated herself at an adjacent table. Our eyes met, and I saw a slight smile cross her lips.

“Damn, she’s tempting me,” I thought. “And it wouldn’t take much temptation either.”

She shifted her posture in the chair, revealing her long legs covered with the sheerest pantyhose. Again, I was drawn into those flashing green eyes, the sparkle glistening in the darkened bar. I couldn’t resist speaking, even knowing that she was the plantiff’s attorney and that even the slightest slip could endanger our corporate position.

“Hi,” I began. “I realize it is inappropriate, but I am totally lost in your beauty and charm.”

That’s lame I thought to myself. For a Harvard boy, you sure are a geek.

“It’s fine,” she replied softly. “Court is out and for now I’m just relaxing and enjoying the moment.”

“Would you join me,” I whispered, “just as a guy who admires you from afar.”

“Sure, if you don’t think I’ll bite,” she giggled.

“You are human after all,” I laughed. “Under that stack of law books, I bet there’s a passionate woman too.” “My name’s Jim,” I said, “oops, you already know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “and I’m Victoria.” “And you must promise, we will have no professional talk, ok?.”

“Okay,” I replied. “What would you like to drink?”

“I’ll have a glass of wine please,” Victoria said. “Same as yours is fine.”

The bartender placed the glass in front of Victoria.

We chatted about the weather, the show on the television above the bar, the shows currently on Broadway and I found myself lost in the charm of her Long Island accent. The melodic tone was hypnotic. Without thinking, I reached across the table and caressed her hand.

She jumped, startled at my touch.

“Sorry,” I professed. “I was just admiring the softness of your skin, and of course the diamond you’re wearing. I didn’t mean to seem forward.”

“It’s okay,” she hesitantly responded. “I’m just not accustomed to having strange men hold hands with me in public. It’s been several years since my college days when guys groped me in dark bars.,” she laughed.

That opened up the conversation. We laughed together about how crude some guys can be, and how flirtatious some women are around the crude guys. Before long, we had drained the full bottle of Cabernet and the warmth of the wine had my head spinning. pendik escort Or was it the beauty of this gorgeous creature?

“I must be going,” her words breaking the spell and bringing me back to reality. “My husband will be wondering what I am doing.”

“Thanks Victoria for sharing the afternoon with me. I really enjoyed your company, the conversation and the wine. If you are ever in need of an afternoon conversationalist, I’m available.”

“Oh I’m sure you are,” she grinned. “But I think I had better consult my hubby before I accept.”

“See you in court,” I said.

“No professional talk, remember,” she replied. “Bye and thanks for the company.”

With those few words, Victoria walked out of the bar and out of my life.

I left the bar, moving quickly across the lobby to the elevators. Pushing the button to the 44th floor, I was daydreaming of the beautiful woman I had just left. Leaving the elevator, I inserted the magnetic key into my door and quickly stepped inside the lonely hotel room.

“Damn, I hate these impersonal hotel rooms.”

I involuntarily turned on the television, the evening news talking about the capture of some fugitive in Las Vegas. I couldn’t concentrate on the news or anything else at the moment. My mind was racing from the encounter with Victoria. I opened my briefcase and shuffled the reports I had from work.

“No use,” I thought. “I won’t be getting any work done tonight.”

The phone broke into my thoughts.

“Wonder who that could be calling me this late,” I wondered. “Hello.”

“Is this Jim Harris who was having a drink in the bar earlier this evening,” the soft sexy voice ask.

“Yes,” I replied. “And who might this be?”

My mind was racing again. Could she be calling me back so soon? Why?

“This sounds weird but this is Victoria. Did you by any chance see my purse when you left the bar. I seem to have misplaced it and I don’t have my driver’s license, credit cards or anything.”

“No, I didn’t, but if you hold a minute, I’ll call down to the bar and see if they picked one up this evening.”

“That would be terrific,” she replied. “I’ll hold.”

I pushed the hold button and dialed the other line.

“Rendevous Bar,” the voice said.

“Hi, this is Jim Harris in Room 4412. Did you by any chance pick up a purse my companion left this evening?”

“As a matter of fact, I did. Shall I send it up.”

“No, just hold it and I’ll come down and pick it up.”

I hung up the phone and pushed the other button.

“Victoria, good news. The bartender has your purse. Do you want me to bring it to you?”

“No reason for you to get out. I’m still in the city so I’ll drop by the hotel and get it myself. Could you pick it up and keep it in your room until I get there.”

“Of course. When you get to the hotel, give me a call – Room 4412 and I’ll bring it down to you.”

“Thanks Jim, you’re a lifesaver.”

I went down to the bar and recovered her purse, leaving the bartender a nice tip for his courtesy. Taking the purse, I went back up to my room and gazed out the window at the city. The night had turned stormy and lightning flashed across the blackened sky. Suddenly torrents of rain beat against the window and loud crashes of thunder filled the canyons of the New York streets. I glanced down at the street below and saw people scurrying for shelter.

“I wish I had insisted on taking the purse to her,” I thought. “It’s not a fit night for man or beast. And especially not for a gorgeous sexy woman like Victoria.”

About an hour passed and I was beginning to wonder if she had changed her mind. Just as I was about to give up and go to bed, the phone rang on the desk beside me. Victoria was in the lobby.

“I’ll be right down,” I said into the phone.

“I’ll come up if it’s okay,” Victoria said. “I don’t want to impose on your kindness any more than I already have.”

“If you are sure,” I replied. “I’m in room 4412.”

As I waited for Victoria to arrive, I realized I still had on my suit and tie. Oh well, no time to change now.

Five minutes later I heard a gentle knock on my door. Opening it, there stood Victoria, hair wringing wet, her makeup streaking down her soft cheeks. Her coat was drawn tight around her, but as she was apparently caught in the downpour without her umbrella, did little to protect her silk blouse. I could see the color of her skin through the sheer, wet fabric.

“Come in Victoria,” I smiled. “You are drenched. Let me take that wet coat and I’ll get you a robe from the closet.”

“Thanks,” she replied. “I hate to be such a bother, but I did need my purse.”

I moved to the closet and got one of the robes. Victoria had removed her coat and placed it on a hanger in the bathroom. Her back was turned and I could maltepe escort see the rain had made her blouse completely transparent. Her bra, a thin white silk lace was as transparent as her blouse.

I placed the robe around her shoulders and she pulled it closed in front, tying the sash around her waist.

“Shall I call the front desk and see if I can arrange to have your wet clothes laundered.”

“Would you?” she whispered. “I hate thinking about putting these wet clothes back on. This robe feels so warm and comfy.”

Picking up the phone in my room, I dialed the concierge desk.

“This is Jim Harris, Room 4412. I need some quick laundry service please.”

“We’ll be right up Mr. Harris,” the voice responded. “But I doubt if we can get anything back tonight.”

“Do the best you can. And do you know of anyplace I might be able to purchase some women’s clothing tonight?”

“I’ll check and let you know,” the valet said.

“Did you eat Victoria,” I asked as I hung up the phone. “I’ll be glad to order room service if you’re hungry.”

“No, I’m fine. I don’t want to disturb you any more than I have. But if you have any wine left, I sure could use a drink.”

“I’ll order a bottle and we’ll just sit and talk for a while.”

As we sat and sipped our wine, the storm raged outside. The valet had taken Victoria’s clothing and was attempting to get them laundered but had advised us that it would probably be morning before he could get them back. And all of the stores had closed so it appeared we were stuck until morning.

“I guess I need to get a room,” Victoria sighed.

I called the front desk to inquire about a room for Victoria.

“Sorry sir, but we’re booked for the evening.”

I told Victoria the bad news and she sighed.

“Looks like I’m homeless tonight.”

“You can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa in here Victoria. I couldn’t let you go out into this storm. And I promise to be a true southern gentleman.”

“You’re such a sweet man,” she grinned.

The wine was beginning to fortify my courage. As I sat on the sofa, admiring Victoria’s beauty, the dark, auburn hair, the penetrating green eyes, the soft damp lips, I couldn’t help but dream of holding her in my arms and possessing this gorgeous woman.

Apparently the wine was having an effect on her as well. The sash holding her robe around her waist was loosening and the soft curves of her breasts were revealed. Her eyes were half closed, lips wet from the wine and her cheeks rosy and soft. She snuggled against me, her head laying against my chest, the soft locks of her hair flowing down across my lap. I casually brushed back the hair from her face, my fingers trailing across her cheek. A soft moan escaped her lips as I brushed against her neck with my fingers, the warmth of her body penetrating me through my shirt. Her eyes caught mine, and our heads moved toward each other as if drawn by some magnetic force. My lips brushed across her forehead, down the bridge of her nose and in an electric moment, our lips touched. Gentle at first, soft and warm lips meeting…slowly parting to issue in a soft, warm kiss. My fingers caressed her face as the kiss deepened. My tongue explored the sweetness of her mouth, brushing against her teeth and the fullness of her lips. My hands slipped slowly inside her robe, caressing her soft shoulders, her back, her neck.

“Mmmmmm,” she whispered.

Suddenly she sat up erect, pulling her robe closed, face flushed she mumbled, “Oh Jim, I can’t do this. I’m a married woman and it wouldn’t be right to mislead you.”

The passion, the want I felt was overpowering. But I knew I couldn’t do anything to hurt this beautiful woman. I pulled her close to me, gently caressing her face and spoke, “Victoria, I wouldn’t want you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. I think you are a wonderful, beautiful woman and I do understand. Just relax and let’s just talk for a bit.”

I could feel her relax against me, her soft body melting against me once again. As we sat there talking about our dreams, our aspirations, and hopes those barriers once again were taken down. As the night wore on, we once again kissed. The resolve was finally broken and as I slowly removed her robe, exposing her natural beauty to my gaze, we both knew that our union was inevitable. Kisses became more passionate. Touches more insistent.

My lips trailed down the softness of her shoulders, across the dark auroela of her breasts, finding an erect nipple and drawing it between my teeth, biting, sucking, caressing with my tongue. The soft moans emanating from her soft lips urged me onward. My hands caressed her back, her shoulders, the softness of her breasts and I continued the trek of my kisses down her stomach, reaching the inside kartal escort of her creamy white thighs. I could smell the musky sweetness of her nectar as I kissed the inside of her thighs, my tongue playing with that junction of her legs and pelvis. The softness of her mound, cleanly waxed and smooth to my touch responded to my kisses. I parted her legs, letting my fingers trace the outline of her soft womanhood. Our lips met in a deep kiss, tongues playing against each other. The passion was building, the urgency of our movements more demanding. Kissing her breasts, her erect nipples, my fingers pushing apart the soft folds of her womanly sex to expose the sensitive, swollen bud. My fingers slowly circling her clit, caressing, flicking. My tongue, finding her sensitive spot, lashing against it as I slipped my finger along the wet, warm slit, pressing against the opening to that wonderful tunnel of love and easing into the warm, wet depths of her soul.

Feeling her hips pushing back against my tongue, I felt the rush of her first orgasm. Moans turned to sighs of ecstasy as her orgasm wracked her body. Gushes of sweet liqueur filled my mouth, spreading across my fingers and tongue. Her breathing shallow and rapid as the sweetness of our lovemaking swept over both of us.

“Mmmmmm…Jim that was wonderful,” she whispered.

“Darling, it’s only the beginning. Tonight I want to give you everything you heart desires. I want to take you on a journey of love that you will never forget.”

My kisses continued against her sensitive clit, along the folds of her womanhood, my tongue finding the tight sphincter and pushing inside her most forbidden place.

“Oh my god,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”

My fingers began to penetrate her wet, hot pussy, curling them to massage her g-spot while my thumb massaged her swollen clit. My tongue was penetrating her tight ring as my hard, thick manhood brushed against her soft breasts. I felt her soft hands encircle the girth of my cock, the nails brushing along the dark vein, tips of her fingers rubbing across the velvet swollen glans. The feeling was incredible as I moved to penetrate her sweetness with my tongue once again. Thrusting deep inside her, my face nuzzling her clit, my tongue dancing inside her sweet pussy.

I slowly kissed up her stomach and shifted my body between her legs. I could feel her legs involuntarily wrap around my waist as the tip of my hardness brushed up and down along the warm slit of her sex. The tip brushing against her clit, then back down to tease the orfice to her anus.

“Oh Victoria,” I moaned. “I need you.”

Very slowly I eased the tip of my hard, thick cock into the softness of her womanhood. I felt the muscles relax, letting me slip inside, penetrating slowly about an inch then withdrawing. Each time I withdrew, I could feel her outer lips sucking me back in.

“Oh god Jim, don’t tease me,” she cried. “I need you deep inside me.”

Slowly, gently I pushed a little deeper, letting her feel the engorged head of my raging manhood brush against her gspot. Her hips thrust back against me, legs wrapped tightly around my waist, urging me deeper. Again I withdrew, leaving just the head of my cock inside her wetness. I slipped my finger down between the outer folds, rubbing against her clit very softly. I could feel her hips bucking against me, pressing hard upward. My cock slipped a little deeper, now about six inches penetrating her while my finger urgently massaged her clit and my teeth drew her nipple between them, biting gently. I felt her hands grasp my butt, trying to pull me fully inside but I quickly withdrew, leaving only the tip buried in the hot, steamy pussy.

“Please,” she begged. “I need you inside me now.”

The blood raced to my cock. I thrust deep inside her, driving a full eight inches deep into her hot, steamy pussy. My balls nestled against her butt, my pelvis pressing against her swolllen throbbing clit.

“Yessssssssss,” she hissed as another orgasm spilled over her body.

Our bodies melted together. My hardness filled her, stretching her, driving her into the soft bed. Our movements were in total harmony. Like a symphony, we moved together, as one. Our eyes semi closed but peering deep into each other, revealed the complete love we were sharing. A union so perfect that we had become one. Our hearts were beating in perfect unison, breathing together. Hours passed as we joined each other in total, pure love.

I don’t know how many times Victoria reached an orgasm that night. I know I had multiple mini orgasms and have never before experienced anything like it. Finally, we exploded together in a total, mind-boggling display of lights and sounds, my thick hot seed filling the wonders of her womanhood.

As we cuddled in the first glow of the new day, we realized that we were drawn together by a fate that couldn’t be explained. We continued to kiss, loving each other and knowing that the future would draw us back together over and over as we basked in the perfect afterglow of love.

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39-year-old Tariq Manning blew out a sigh as he looked over some papers as he sat at his desk. They were credit card statements and bills. Man, I need to have a talk with Tonia, he thought. Her spending is out of control. Tonia was his wife of three years and was the definition of a trophy wife. He smiled as he thought about her and his loins warmed. The woman had that kind of effect on him.

Tonia always told Tariq that he was lucky to have her in his life. She actually constantly reminded him of this. He should proud to have her on his arm when they were out and about. Indeed, Tonya was a treasure. She was tall and beautiful with runway model looks. She kept her hairstyle tight and proper. She looked like a bag of money and dressed the part as well.

Tariq worked hard to keep her happy but as much as he loved her, he wasn’t getting much in return. Mostly the problem was sex. Tariq wasn’t getting enough of it and the quality of the sex he did get was poor. As beautiful and desirable as Tonia was, she was seriously lacking in bedroom skills.

There were things that she didn’t like to do that Tariq wanted her to do. One of these things was oral sex. Tonia refused to do it. She said it disgusted her. But she loved it when Tariq went down on her. She tended to be a selfish lover like that.

But Tariq loved her and was happy he could afford to keep her in the fine things that made her happy. He owned his own financial consulting business and it was doing pretty good. Still, he wanted his beautiful wife to be more of a freak in bed.

That evening when he came home from the office, he had some nice roses from a local nursery and a bottle of wine. He knew that once he confronted Tonia about the credit card bills there would be drama. He hoped the roses and the wine would ease the mood.

When he came in the house, he was greeted with a delicious fragrance. He knew Tonia wasn’t much of a cook so he was a bit surprised. As he passed through the living room into the kitchen Tonia greeted him with a big smile.

“Hey baby…” she said cheerily and came over to hug and kiss him. Then she saw the roses and wine. “Ooooh, for me? Thank you!!” she squealed. She took the roses from him and put them in a vase with water. Tariq put the wine on the dining table and sat down. He smiled.

“Dinner smells great, baby,” he said. “I’m starved. What is it?”

Tonia grinned and brought over a plate of food. Tariq stared at it. No, this must be carry-out. She doesn’t have skills like this, he thought. It was a quarter of herb roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and asparagus. Tonia sat down with her plate as Tariq uncorked the wine and poured a glass for her.

They began to eat and Tariq dug in. The meal was delicious. Tariq didn’t even notice the huge smile on his wife’s face as she watched him torch the food. Finally, Tariq looked up and saw her looking at him. He put down his fork and took a sip of wine. He hesitated as if he was contemplating something. Fuck it, he thought.

“This is fantastic,” he said. “But you know what I’m about to ask, right?”

Tonia laughed. “No sweetie, it’s not carry-out. I made it myself,” she said proudly. She giggled against after seeing the shock on her husband’s face. “There’s this new service that prepares meals. They provide the ingredients and measure everything. All you have to do is follow the directions and cook.” she explained.

“Well, you did well. Everything was great.” Tariq said.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Tonia said with a smile.

Tariq suspected something was up. Tonia had never been this nice to him. There must be something she wants. Time for that talk, he thought.

“Tonia, we need to talk,” he said with a pregnant sigh. “Your spending…”

“Baby, I know… I know okay?” Tonia said, cutting him off. “I saw the credit card statement online.”

Tariq blinked a couple of times but didn’t reply. He didn’t expect her to check on the statement online. Well, this is good, he thought.

“So do you understand my concern about your spending?” he asked.

“I understand your concern, Tariq but it costs money to look like this,” Tonia said, smiling and putting her hands on her hips. She stood up and that’s when he noticed she only wore a long satin robe.

She looked so luscious. Suddenly Tariq was hungry but not for food. He forgot all about the credit card bill he wanted to talk to her about. All he saw was Tonia’s long, caramel legs leading up to the treasure he was seeking and he was about to go hunting. He got up from the table and came around to her, a lecherous look on his face. Tonia grinned as he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his body. They began to kiss and Tariq walked them back towards the bedroom.

They came through the door and Tariq took her over to the California-King sized bed and laid her down. The naughty little lavender robe was opened, exposing her lithe, sexy body. Tariq laid another soft kiss on her lips then made his way down South. He stopped at her high pert breasts and took the cinnamon-colored nipple pendik escort into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Tonia began to arch her back as Tariq inched his hand down below and slid her already wet, swollen labia between his middle fingers. He moved them up and down slowly and massaged her aching clit. She moaned softly as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first. He then licked down her taut belly, teasing her belly-button en route to her buried treasure. He was almost home.

He got down between her legs and she wrapped them around his shoulders. Then she smiled and twisted, rolling him onto his back with her on top of his chest. The move surprised him but he saw the look in her eyes as she looked down at him. He knew what she wanted and smiled. Tonia absolutely LOVED to ride his tongue.

She inched the Victoria’s Secret lavender panties off her butt then pulled one leg out of them then the other. She rubbed her wet, sticky clit in anticipation. She had a Brazilian wax job done on her pubes every month just for this purpose. She wanted to keep herself nice and smooth for Tariq to feast on.

“You’ve had dinner, baby. Now it’s time for dessert.” she cooed.

She inched up on his mouth and he stuck out his tongue. Tonia smiled and spread her hotbox open. She lifted herself onto his tongue and sank down on it. She sucked in her breath as he penetrated her.

“Ooooooh, yassssss…” she moaned. She rocked her hips slowly as her sugarwalls squeezed down on his tongue. Her juices began to flow into his mouth and Tariq gulped eagerly.

Tariq pulled out his dick and began to stroke himself. He loved going down on his beautiful, tasty wife but he wanted some satisfaction as well. But Tonia was too busy enjoying him to consider his needs. He expected this and continued to stroke himself.

His thick, nine-inch python stood tall and throbbed with passion. All he wanted was for her to kiss it a little. He’d explode all over her pretty face. But she wouldn’t have any of that.

He grabbed Tonia’s hips and sat up, rolling over and placing her on the bed. He grinned as he wiped his mouth and readied his dick. A look of concern came over Tonia’s face as he rubbed his dickhead on her clit. She was wet and ready as he eased his dickhead inside her. Tonia moaned as he filled her tight box up. He started tiny strokes that he knew she could handle but already he was feeling her hand on his waist in an effort to keep him from digging in her deep.

Tariq barely had more than his dickhead inside her and he tried to speed up his strokes but as soon as he started, Tonia screamed out. He eased off and just moved with himself inside her. Tonia rotated her hips and grabbed onto his. This she could handle.

Then Tariq suddenly sped up and went in her deep. He pumped fast and deep in an effort to fuck his ready nut out but again Tonia screamed out bloody murder, even louder than last time. Tariq stopped and groaned.

Tonia swallowed and frowned. “It hurts when you go deep like that,” she complained.

“”I’m sorry baby,” Tariq said with a grimace. He pulled himself out of her and laid down on his back. He began to stroke himself.

Tonia turned on her side and watched him, fascinated. She started at his magnificent dick and wondered why she couldn’t handle it all. Or why she didn’t like sucking him. It was what he wanted but she just couldn’t do it. Oh well, he seemed to be able to get himself off. That’s all that mattered, she thought.

Tariq sped up his stroking and he felt himself about to explode. Tonia reached over and felt on his dickhead. Tariq looked at her hopefully and moved his hand away. Tonia smiled at him and took over his stroking. He didn’t need much and he arched his back as he reached his edge. He exploded with vigor and his nut splashed all onto Tonia’s hand. She dropped his dick repulsively.

“Ewwah.” he heard her mutter instinctively. He knew right then that his lovely wife wouldn’t change.

“Are you okay?” Tonia asked hopefully. Tariq didn’t answer. He got up and trekked off to the bathroom where he cleaned himself up. He came back to bed and turned on his side away from her and closed his eyes. Tonia humphed and turned away herself then turned off her nightstand lamp.

That next day, Tariq was out making his rounds for his business. One of these stops was at his bank. He had to make some deposits and he normally did it towards the end of his day. It was around 4 PM as he parked outside the bank and walked inside.

He waved at the people inside that he was used to seeing. As he came up to the counter, he noticed a new face. Wow, he thought. This is refreshing. She was very pretty and not artificially so, either. She had a smooth milk chocolate complexion with big bedroom brown eyes. She had nice, thick REAL hair down to her shoulders. She was plain and natural, and that’s what attracted her to him. She didn’t need makeup to set shit afire like his wife. She looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She crossed her hands in front maltepe escort of her as she smiled and Tariq couldn’t help but notice what had to be at least a two-karat Princess cut ring and wedding band on her finger. Shit, she’s married, he thought but kept his smile going.

“Hello. I haven’t seen you here before.” he greeted.

“Hi there. I just transferred here. How can I help you?” the teller explained warmly.

“I’m a regular. Just making some deposits.” Tariq said, noting her nametag. Sherry it read. ” It’s nice to see a new face. How are you liking it here?”

“Oh, I’ve been here before but on temporary duty. I’ve been permanent here for about a week now.” Sherry answered. “So I know my way around here.” Tariq wondered why he never noticed her before. She sure as hell had his attention now. “Mr. Manning, will that be all I can help you with today?” Sherry asked cheerily after the transaction was done.

Tariq smiled then noticed a stack of business cards near the window. He didn’t know why he did it but he took one and slipped it into his pocket.

“No Sherry, I think that will be all for today. Thank you very much,” he said.

“Until the next time…” Sherry said with a smile, waving at him. “Have a good evening.”

“You too,” Tariq said and made his way out of the bank. He went to his car and pulled the business card out of his pocket.

He didn’t know what it was about her but he was feeling Sherry. She wasn’t thin like other women he was normally attracted to; she was much thicker and curvier.

He stared at the card and flung it down on the seat. He didn’t know why he took it in the first place. He had been with his wife for over ten years and never even thought about cheating. Even if his sex life left a lot to be desired, he was serious about his marriage vows. He would never step out on Tonia. He sighed and headed back towards his office to end his day.

When he got home that night, there was another delicious meal prepared for him by Tonia, this time a juicy, perfectly cooked and seasoned rib-eye steak, garlic mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli. Tariq was beginning to like this food delivery service Tonia had been using. Especially if it could teach her some culinary skills.

But Tariq was suspicious. This all was too good to be true. He had a feeling she was buttering him up for something. The kicker would be if she gave him some sex. Earlier that morning, she complained that she was in a bit of pain “down there” as she put it. So it would’ve been a stretch for him to get some sex tonight.

Later on, Tariq prepared for bed after watching TV for a bit and his sexy wife crawled in bed with him. The look on her face said she was with it and Tariq was shocked. His dick rocked up immediately and he grinned as he prepared to tear Tonia’s sweet ass up. But she stopped him.

“Whoa there, partner…” she said with a nervous smile and gently holding him back.

Tariq frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked in frustration.

“Baaabbbbeeee…” Tonia whined. “I’m still sore from last night.”

“So why did you give me that look?” he asked.

“What look?” Tonia asked innocently.

“You know that look you gave me,” Tariq said, his brow furled in anger. “That look that said come get this.”

“Oh baby, I can’t tonight.” Tonia groaned. Tariq looked sadly down at his ready missile. Tonia swallowed nervously. “I can help you get off if you like.” she offered. Her face brightened and she jumped out of the bed.

Tariq was unsure at first then he smiled as he thought she was going to fellate him. Wow, this will be great, he thought. Finally!!

Tonia came back to bed and she had something in her hand that Tariq could not see. She got between his legs and clutched his hard dick. She looked up at him and smiled nervously. Tariq gave her a look of encouragement. Tonia leaned down and kissed the tip of his dick and immediately retched. She looked down and saw a tiny bit of precum on his dick-eye.

Suddenly Tonia felt extremely nauseous. Her cheeks watered and she felt all of her dinner coming up. She slapped her hand over her mouth and she burst off the bed and raced to the bathroom. Tariq sighed as all he heard from the bathroom for the next ten minutes was Tonia throwing up. He looked down on the bed and saw what she had in bed earlier. It was a bottle of lubricant. All she planned to do was give him a handjob. He turned over in disgust and went to sleep.

Tariq didn’t see his wife in the morning when he left for the office but he got the feeling she didn’t want to see him. His mind was awash with thoughts about what happened last night. He still thought she was going to ask for something; it’s just that she never got the chance to ask.

Right before he was leaving the office for the bank, he got a text from Tonia. He frowned as he read it:

I’m going to Las Vegas this weekend. I need to get away. I’ll talk to you when I get back.

T

Tariq didn’t know what to think but he checked his account to see if any withdrawals were kartal escort made and he saw $1000 was gone. Well, that’s what she was gonna ask me about, he thought.

He felt guilty about making Tonia sick in bed but he only wanted some good sex. She was his wife right, she belonged to no one else, he reasoned.

He sighed as he parked in his bank parking lot and got out of his car. He walked inside and headed for the business counter. He smiled as he didn’t see the new girl. His smile disappeared as he wondered where she was. He went up and handled his business at the counter.

“Hello, Mr. Manning.” a voice greeted from behind him. He turned and his eyes bugged. There she stood, short, thick, wearing a form-fitting gray business suit that had all of her womanly curves on display. “How are you doing today?” she asked.

By answer, Tariq took her by the arm and headed for the door. Sherry had a look of confusion as she went with him but she wasn’t happy. They got outside and Tariq faced her.

“I’m sorry for being so brash but I just wanted to know if you would have a cup of coffee with me sometime,” Tariq asked worriedly. He noticed for the first time the wedding band on her finger and expected to be shut down.

Sherry hesitated for a moment but she looked at him and said, “Yes.”

Tariq stared wide-eyed at her then grinned. He was astonished but was happy she agreed. “I have your business card and I’ll call you okay?” he confirmed.

Sherry smiled and nodded. Tariq skipped to his car like a little kid in ginseng. He waved at her as he drove off. Sherry smiled as she watched him drive off. She shook her head as she walked back inside. She had read him spot-on.

Sherry Washington was 33 years old and was feeling pretty good. After all that she had been through recently, she still had it. She could still attract men, well at least this one anyway. To hear her husband of seven years, Anthony tell it, she was a fat, disgusting pig who could never get another man. He was the best she was ever going to get and she might as well get used to it. Because she was going nowhere. It was his way of keeping her down so that he could do what he wanted. In addition, he had knocked her up twice so that he could exercise more control over her. His goal was to keep her home, pregnant and dependent on him financially. But Sherry found the strength to stand up to him on this point and she continued her banking career.

Anthony must’ve resented this because he began to openly step out on Sherry. He was a banker as well and had a high position at his bank. He would be gone on business trips for long periods of time and never gave Sherry any notice at all. Sherry learned not to even question him about his trips or his doings.

With her two children being in the toddler stage, they didn’t really notice much of the chagrin going on in the Washington household and Sherry suffered her pain and loneliness in silence. Her children were her joy and kept her sane. Slowly but surely, Anthony stopped paying her any attention at home. She knew he was cheating on her but she couldn’t bring herself to do anything about it. She took her marriage vows seriously and would not even consider stooping to his level.

That was then and this is now. She had needs; needs that had long been ignored in favor of being a good mother. Sherry longed to be touched and she knew her husband wasn’t going to be the one to do it. She had put on a few pounds over the last few months and she was not happy about that. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she began to think that Anthony was right. Who would want her? She may have been attractive but she didn’t feel attractive and there was no one who seemed think she was attractive.

So this new cat was a refreshing change of pace for her. She thought about the look in Tariq Manning’s eyes when he saw her and she thought he was crazy. But she could’ve sworn it was a look of pure unadulterated lust and it made her feel good to see a man look at her that way.

She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She honestly didn’t see what he saw in her that attracted him. Yes, she had big brown eyes but a plain face. Her hair was long, dark and silky but she didn’t do much with it other than pulling it back in a ponytail. Maybe it was her body. She really needed to lose a few pounds. She was now packing 175 lbs on her 5’3 inch frame. But she was curvaceous and a lot of men liked that. Yes, she had plenty of boobs, hips, and bottom; too much perhaps. All baby weight she could never shake off. Anthony never had a problem letting her know, too.

She remembered his name from his paperwork; Tariq. He was tall, fit, and very handsome. She smiled and allowed herself the fantasy of him wanting to be with her. Because that all it would ever be, a fantasy. She could never violate her wedding vows. She just wasn’t built like that. Or was she?

Tariq got back to his office and looked at his phone. Still no call or email from Tonia. He knew she was gone and had forgotten about him. He sighed. Why did he have to persist about oral sex? He knew she didn’t like it, was disgusted by it even. He had to push into it. Well, he really didn’t do that, did he? No, she pretended to want to give it to him and bit off more than she could chew.

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