Jo and Tina’s COVID Date Night

A feel good slice of life story in strange times.

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Author’s Note

If you are a regular reader of my Mistress & Charlotte stories, you may already know the characters in this one, Jo and Tina, Natasha and Charlotte’s more domesticated friends.

For a condensed version of their relationship, Jo was the campus detective who helped Charlotte with a stalker in the story, Best Laid Plans, and made a reappearance in My Boyfriend’s Back (with ‘boyfriend’ being a euphemism for Charlotte’s stalker.) Tina is her partner.

You can read those stories if you like, but they are not required for this tale. This is simply a story about two women keeping the spark alive in the reality of modern times.

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Jo and Tina’s COVID Date Night

Jo

“Where you off to, hon?” I asked Ana Maria, as she scooted by me carrying her bass in its black canvas gig bag, slung over her shoulder.

“Hey Mama Bear.” Ana Maria paused long enough to give me a quick squeeze and a brush on the cheek. “I thought you’d be working.”

I shook my head as I smiled. It was sweet, the nickname she gave me. Even though I wasn’t her biological mother, she had come to view Tina and me like her parents ever since we took her in.

“I’ve got a gig on campus,” she said. “Some students and alumni organized a fundraiser concert for COVID relief.”

I must have had my concerns written on my face, because she followed up with, “It’s a live stream, and don’t worry, we’re all standing six feet apart.”

Who could ask for a better daughter? Not I.

“Be careful, hon.”

“Always.”

And with that, my Ana Maria was gone.

I tip-toed down the hall and stuck my head into the doorway of our home office. “Did you know Ana Maria had a gig, babe?”

Tina turned from her laptop and gave me one of her famous looks that said nothing short of, ‘and where have you been all this time?’

She wrapped her hand around the cord of the earbuds lodged in her ears. “It’s on the family calendar. You do still look at your phone, don’t you?”

I stuck my tongue out at her as rudely as I could muster and then broke into a grin. “Funny,” I said, and then reached around to scratch the back of my neck. “I was thinking maybe we could take advantage of the alone time. Maybe have a date or something.”

Tina let go of the earbud cord, held up a finger, and then began talking.

That’s when I figured out it was the mic she had been covering. “Sorry, didn’t know you had a conference call,” I whispered, and turned to leave her in peace.

Before I left, she caught my eye and mouthed the word ‘yes’ and then ‘date’ and topped it off with a big thumbs-up.

I closed the door as quietly as I could.

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I flicked through the directory on my phone. Contrary to what Tina may think, I did still keep it with me. There it was, our favorite Chinese restaurant.

“Hi,” I said, “are you guys still doing delivery? … Great, I’d like to put in an order … pre-pay by credit card? Yeah, I can do that.”

I dug around in my pockets. “I’ll take the dinner for two. … Hold on, make that the family special.”

I figured Ana Maria might be hungry when she got home. Lord knows, I’d never be one to pass up leftover fried rice. “… Yep. Thirty minutes? Okay, thanks.”

I hung up.

On a whim, I searched for the number of the local florist. “Hey, you’re there,” I said. “… no, just surprised. … Special? I like the sound of that. I’ll be right over.”

The florist was running an honor system deal on a dozen roses. Pick up the pre-wrapped flowers, drop your izmit rus escort money in the box and never set foot in the store. Pretty ingenious, if you ask me.

I looked at the time on my phone. If I jogged, I’d make it before the food got here.

“Tina, honey,” I popped my head in the doorway again. “I’m going out for a few minutes. Be right back.”

“Be safe.”

“Always, babe.”

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It’s not as easy to jog with a dozen roses as I had envisioned. Mostly, it’s due to the pricklies and not being able to squeeze the stems too tightly without risking laceration. As a result, my phone buzzed a block from home with a text to tell me dinner was waiting on my doorstep.

I set the family dinner on the kitchen counter next to the stove, somehow thinking that would keep it warmer. Iquickly filled a vase with water and roses, and trotted down the hall for a quick shower. Passing by the office door, I saw Tina was still bathed in the eerie glow of her laptop screen.

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After the quickest shower since I was in the service, I emerged, still toweling my hair to find Tina inside the bathroom sporting a lecherous grin.

“I thought I might join you, but you were too quick.”

I shrugged. “Didn’t want the food to get cold.”

Tina pulled the towel from my hands, wrapped it around my shoulders, and pulled me in tight for a kiss. After a brief battle of tongues, she held me at arms length, looking me up and down, and said, “I’m debating on if I should let you get dressed.”

We stood making goo-goo eyes at each other while Tina dragged her finger up and down my stomach, damn close to dangerous territory on a couple of the runs.

“I’ve decided you may have a robe,” she said.

“You’ve decided, huh?”

Tina pushed herself up on her toes and leaned in until her lips were perched about an inch from my ear. “Yep,” she whispered.

“It smells wonderful, by the way.” Tina pulled me toward the kitchen, her pinky linked in mine, while I still struggled with the tie on my robe. I think that was the point.

“Wow, Jo, who else is coming to dinner,” Tina said as she began unpacking and arranging the little waxed cartons.

“Leftovers for Ana Maria. Plus, I figure the restaurant could use the business.”

“Always looking out for everybody, aren’t you.” Tina turned her attention to the vase. “Thank you for the roses. Is that where you went running off to?”

I shrugged and grinned.

“It’s very sweet.” Tina had slipped her hands inside my robe. I could feel it loosening as she encircled me with her arms. I shivered, but not from cold. It had just been a while.

“And if I said I wanted you for an appetizer?” Tina knocked my robe off one shoulder and proceeded to write her name on my skin with her tongue. At least that’s what it felt like to me. She sealed it with an open mouth kiss and a shudder from me.

“I don’t want you to starve,” Tina said, and smirked at me while cinching me up again.

“I think I could manage.” But then I watched her pulling spoons from the drawer and ladling wanton soup.

She stopped to sniff the roses and handed me a warm bowl. “I want you to have all your strength.”

“Babe.”

Tina was on the gymnastics team in her college years. I’m in pretty good shape myself, but she wasn’t kidding. Some of the things she can do. I needed my strength. I shuddered again.

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Dinner was a prolonged dance of innuendo and double entendres. Eventually, it reached a head.

“I’m putting the leftovers away,” I announced, standing up.

“Don’t you want to read your fortune cookie?”

“Seriously, babe?”

She cracked one open. “It izmit escort says here that ‘Very soon, you will experience a glorious evening the woman of your dreams.'”

“Michelle Rodriguez is coming to visit?”

That earned me a hard smack on the shoulder.

“Ow.”

I didn’t get much sympathy.

“And you were doing so well up to now,” Tina teased, while she slipped my robe off both shoulders and tugged at the tie.

And while my robe lay in a puddle at my feet, Tina jumped up, hands circled around my neck and thighs clamped just above my hips. She let go of my neck and leaned herself so far back, her hair was trailing out and nearly touching the floor. While I struggled to maintain my footing, Tina slipped out of her T-shirt and pulled herself back up.

“Can Michelle do that?” she asked, while unfastening her bra and letting it dangle in my peripheral vision.

“Michelle who?”

“Good answer.” Tina had her arms around my neck again and her tongue pressing at my lips, seeking entrance.

My silent reply was to step out of the circle of my robe and stumble toward the living room couch, all while Tina attacked me with her lips and tongue. When she finally came up for air, I asked if this meant no Netflix and chill.

Instead of a smack, I got teeth for that remark. Tina sunk her bite into my shoulder while her tongue swirled around painting runes to ward off any further smart-ass remarks. It was remarkably effective.

When the front of my thighs hit the arm of the couch, I threw Tina down to land with her shoulders in the cushions. Holding her ankles in my grip, I proceeded to tug at the cuffs of her jeans while she popped the button and took care of the zipper.

I gazed at the gorgeous woman staring up at me wearing only a pair of white cotton panties and a grin a mile wide. Her cute little tummy was rising and falling more rapidly as I tipped forward toward her. I leaned in and traced out the line just above her waistband with the tip of my tongue.

Tina shivered.

I clamped the elastic encircling her waist between my teeth and gave a little tug. I exhaled a long, languid breath as I felt the warmth of Tina’s legs clamping around my shoulders and pulling me in closer. She arched her back and canted her hips to close the distance.

I lowered my mouth and my next exhale moistened the cotton as my lips sealed around the outline of her mound. I felt her legs tightening and took a deep breath, inhaling her musky scent.

“A little help?” I said, and Tina was there in a flash, with her hands dragging her underpants off of her hips. My heart was thudding like a teenager in the backseat of her parents’ car on prom night. The heat of my breath bounced from Tina’s flushed folds and fogged the skin of my cheeks.

I extended my tongue, pushing it into a stiff point, and started with a long slow journey. My route included parting her swollen lips and ended with me writing my initials on her clit. By the time I was done, Tina had nearly knocked me teeth out of my head and then slid onto the floor. I smacked my lips, letting her know I enjoyed her taste, and dismounted the arm of the couch to find her again.

I ran my tongue over the inside of her thigh while she shuddered, gripping her hips and trying to get her butt back on the couch. She wasn’t much help and mostly just squirmed and did this cute little hitching breath thing as I moved my tongue higher.

“It’s been too long,” I mumbled, as I paused to take in her glistening sex. “Entirely… too long.”

Tina moaned her agreement.

I began swirling my tongue, taking a long and circuitous route over the skin of Tina’s inner thigh. I felt a hand in my hair, urging kocaeli escort me on, while she bucked her hips, nearly sliding off the couch again. I figured I had teased long enough.

I pressed my tongue deep between her folds, pulling forth as much of her nectar as I could, while at the same time moving my right hand off her hip to part her with my index finger. She seemed happy with this new arrangement, and I grinned while she panted underneath me.

Words like, “Mmm, yes,” and “Oh, right there,” filtered down from above me, serving to spur me on. I spent a good long time listening to words like that. It was when her dialog became more course and I felt the weight of her thighs on my shoulders that I knew she was close.

“Goddamnit, Jo. Unggh!” Tina’s hips jerked underneath me.

I looked up and grinned. “Yes, dear?”

“Mmmmmnnnnn!”

“Yes, dear.”

I sent my tongue darting, and my fingers pressing, as Tina tried to convey her needs through an ever louder series of grunts and moans.

“Yes, dear,” I repeated and smirked. Then I got down to work. Tina’s hot and tangy taste let me know that she liked the direction we were going, even if her command of the English language had failed her.

Tina arched her back, in a way that only a former gymnast can, driving her pelvis into my face and clamping down with her thighs. And for a moment, with my face covered in her flesh, all I could hear was the pounding of my own pulse and the muted cries of the woman underneath me.

I redoubled my efforts and she began to come apart.

Her fingers in my hair, her thighs sticking to my cheeks, and the stink of sex in the air, it all served to spur me on, as the woman I loved finally found her faculties enough to form one word. And that word was my name.

Tina arched, and spasmed, and screamed my name, while I scooped up her gorgeous ass in both hands and brought her closer to the peak.

“Arrunnnggh,” was her animal cry.

And then she was spent. I teased her with my tongue on her thigh, but she just shook and pulled away. I grinned. I had teased her long enough before sending her over the cliff that she was drained completely.

Tina tugged at my arm, coaxing me up to lie with her. “Thank you,” she whispered, with perhaps the silliest, cheese-eating grin plastered over her face. “Let me do you now.”

“In a little while, babe. Is that okay? You look like… well…” I snickered. “You look a little bit like you’re going to die.”

That got me another smack on the shoulder, the second one of the evening, but with much less effort behind it than the first.

“Is Ana Maria’s benefit concert on the university cable channel?” Tina asked, as she pressed her warmth into me, there on our living room couch.

“I think so.”

Tina reached for the remote. “You mind if we watch?”

“As long as you’re not planning to get dressed.”

Tina twisted her head around to face me. “Never.”

I got a nice peck on the lips.

Reaching behind me, I pulled the quilted throw over us and snuggled up to spoon the wonderful woman lying in front of me.

“You comfortable?” she asked.

“Mmm-hmm.”

On the screen, the band was giving it their all. In the lower right corner was the amount of money they had raised so far from call-in donations—an impressive sum.

After showing the whole band for a while, the camera operator panned around for tight shots on each of the musicians as they soloed. When it was Ana Maria’s turn to be featured, Tina found my hand and laced her fingers in with mine.

“She really is a great kid, isn’t she?” Tina said.

“Couldn’t ask for a better daughter.” I pulled our linked hands to my mouth and planted a kiss on the back of Tina’s. “Though it is nice to have her leave the house once in a while.”

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The End

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Afterword

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Setting her keys down on the coffee table in her living room, Katie sighed with relief that she was finally home. For the past week and a half she had been traveling, visiting colleges up and down the east coast. On this trip she was able to cross a few schools off her list. Being 18 her parents were letting her visit colleges by herself so she could get a sense of what being by herself would be like in the future. They had warned her about college boys, quite vehemently, before she started her college search. Katie’s parents could see that she was a beautiful girl, young and vulnerable.

Katie was five feet and six inches tall with a 32 C sized bust. Her small stature and narrow waist that flared just enough at her hips made those 32 Cs seem must bigger. Her short brown hair, hazel eyes, and full lips contrasted her smooth pale complexion, framing one of the most beautiful jawlines you’ve ever seen.

As a rising high school senior she had had two or three boyfriends but never really gotten that far with any of them. Both her parents were reverends and so naturally she was a bit more conservative with her body than most girls her age with her stunning features. However, she wanted to go all the way very badly. She was just waiting for college and the freedom to do what she wanted.

After putting her keys down and hauling her suitcase up the stairs izmit rus escort to her room she kicked off her heels and flung herself on her bed. Despite her over exhaustion she didn’t want to sleep. It had been over a week since she had last played with herself. She never really liked doing so in strange places so she was waiting until she got home. Now that she was, she had the perfect opportunity.

Quickly and eagerly she undressed as she kept thinking about how good it would feel to have her fingers rubbing her clit again. She threw her cut-off shorts to the ground and her shirt. She look at herself in the mirror wearing a purple bra and purple and white panties, with a sizable wet spot revealing just how excited she was.

She turned off the lights and plugged her iPhone into the speakers and put the music on shuffle. Jumping into bed she almost missed the bed entirely. Katie slid her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and slowly pulled them down, teasing herself just a little. She could feel the tingling sensation between her legs that she loved so much. With her half soaked panties now on the floor she slid her left hand down her smooth flat stomach down between her legs and into the small bristles of hair that preceded her favorite parts. Her hear was racing as her fingers neared her clit and her whole body shudder as they izmit escort finally made contact. She came almost immediately as she pinched and rubbered her clot for the first time in ten days. She had always wondered what it tasted like down there, especially since her most recent boyfriend had loved to eat her tight little pussy out.

Now she had got it into her head that she was going to finally taste her own cum. She had tried before but chucked out. Now she was horny enough to do almost anything. She rubbed her clit a bit longer and ran her fingers along her pussy lips to get as much of her cum on them as possible. Then Katie slowly lifted her fingers up to her face, carefully sniffed them, inhaling the sweet and slightly salty fragrance just before sheepishly slipping her tongue out of her lips to meet her cum soaked flingers.

As soon as the tip of her tongue touched her cum soaked fingers she felt guilty. She felt guilty because she loved it. She plunged her fingers into her mouth to lap up all of her delicious cum, but sadly there wasn’t enough for her. She wanted more. So she started rubbing her pussy again with her wet fingers, pinching her clot and rolling it between her fingers. She came again and lapped up her cum again. She kept rubbing her pussy and cumin, and eating her sweet sweet cum as it dripped from her tight pussy. She plunged her fingers kocaeli escort inside her pussy this time writhing with pleasure as she did so, gasping from the slight discomfort as she wasn’t used to having anything inside her, and also with there intense pleasure it gave her.

Katie started pumping her fingers in and out of her tight virgin pussy faster and fasting until she felt like she was going crazy. As her fingers sped up so did her gasps and she was vigorously moving her hips in a circular motion trying to get as much pleasure as possible. Finally after many minutes of intense fingering she felt her pussy start to tighten around her fingers and a swelling pressure building up inside her. She knew a big orgasm was coming but she just didn’t know how big.

Gasping for breath she finally reached her orgasm. More intense than anything she had ever felt and almost screamed with pleasure. Fortunately her parents were at work so she could be as loud as she wanted. With the first wave of her orgasm she felt her pussy clench her fingers and so she pulled them out fearing injury. As she did so cum gushed out of her pussy soaking her hand, thighs, and covers. She was so shocked at what happened but she though it was so hot that it just made her hornier and she kept cumming. Cum squirted out of her in waves every couple seconds soaking her legs and bed even more. Once her orgasm had started to subside she lay there in a state of almost shock as her hand half unintentionally crept toward her mouth and she began lapping up her cum. Then she realized how tired she was and fell asleep, soaked in her own cum.

Ashley is five years younger than me. About a month after our ‘Break Up’ and not speaking to each other she texted me one night asking if she can come upstairs to “Talk”. I was probably not in the best condition to hold an adult conversation having just got home from drinking all night at the bar. It was 2am and I wasn’t sure I was in any frame of mind to “Talk” but I told her it was alright to pay me a visit. She only lived downstairs from me making it convenient for both of us.

For the first time in the 15 years that we’ve known each other tonight was probably the first time we actually got into a pretty nasty shouting match. There was a lot of confusion over the things that happened causing our breakup. It was apparent that it was mostly due to a lack of communication and fear of losing the sanctity of a 15 year friendship.

We went back and forth over rumors that had been said about us (Particular me) and I had lost my shit because I couldn’t believe that in all the time she’s known me she actually believed that those rumors were true. It got ugly and almost to the point where I threw her out of my apartment and told her to go home.

Suddenly, there was a break in the shouting match we were having. I sat there in my chair across from the kitchen table where she sat. She made direct eye contact with escort izmit me, raised her eyebrows and a sinister smile came over her face. I knew what she was thinking. I’ve known her way too long.

She stood up and walked over to me and began to straddle me. Even though I was still pissed at her and the last thing I wanted to do is waste any more time with her, it was impossible for me to ignore that long black hair, big D cup tits and Betty Paige like body.

I began to speak and she put her finger over my mouth. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this anymore with her.

“Shh! Don’t say it!” she said “I know what you’re going to say, just go with this will you?” she asked.

I said nothing as I watched her lower herself to kneel on the ground in front of where I sit and let her spread my legs. She then unbuttoned my jeans and took out my cock. I must admit, if there is only one single redeeming quality about Ashley (Other than her looks) is that she’s a really good fuck. I watched her put all 7 inches in her mouth. Man how I missed this. Of all the women I’ve been with in my life, no one sucks cock like Ashley. She knows what she’s doing. She starts off slow and gets it really wet so it slides smoothly inside her mouth. Then she ties her long black hair back and allows her mouth to fuck my cock hard and izmit escort fast. The longer she sucks the wetter it gets. If it weren’t for the fact that I was a bit tipsy this time, I probably would have exploded all over her face or in her mouth sooner than I normally do. She told me before how, unlike most women, she loves to suck cock.

Before I let her finish, I stood up and took her by hand to get her up off the floor. I then turned her around against the kitchen table, yanked down her pants (She wasn’t wearing any panties), spread her hot ass and stuck my wet cock in her wet pussy. I fucked her against the kitchen table for at least 15 minutes. I reached over, stuck my hands up her shirt and grabbed on to those huge beautiful succulent tits. She was moaning uncontrollably. We must have been making a ruckus but it didn’t matter, the only people living downstairs was her and she was with me!

I took her into my living room and continued to fuck her from behind against my couch. The couch had a view of the entire city and we were fucking in front of the entire city even though it was 3am and everyone was asleep.

Spinning her around I sat her down on the couch and just ate that snatch like I haven’t been fed in years. She was shaking uncontrollably. Her juices were tasty, they were flowing izmit kendi evi olan escort like a river. Her pussy was pulsating with greatness.

We finally made our way to the bedroom where she once again, began sucking my dick like her life depended on it. I was ready to cum but I didn’t want to. I wasn’t through with her yet. I had her lay on here back and I began to do her missionary style. I swear that the bed moved about 2 feet in the bedroom from all the rocking we were doing to it. Folding her legs over like a sandwich, I stuck my cock in from behind as she lay sideways (A position I know that drives her insanely wild!). I fucked her long and hard. She was literally shaking uncontrollably. I came inside her and kissed her on the lips as she lay there quivering, breathing heavily and full of sweat.

“Oh my fucking God!” she said. “That was amazing”.

“I so needed that” I said to her.

“Me too”. “What does this mean? I mean with regards to ‘us’?” she asked.

“I don’t know” I told her because I didn’t really know and I wasn’t about to make any rash decisions. I wasn’t sure that getting back with her would be such a good idea. “We’ll figure it out I suppose,” I said.

She spent the night and before I could get up she had left and went back downstairs to her apartment. For about two or three months after that we had a “Friends with benefits” thing going until the night she met her husband to be. I met the lady of my dreams not long after that. Ashley still lives downstairs from us with her husband and we all get along just fine.

To start, I want to say that this story is 100% real. I just needed a platform to tell this story on. I have never done anything gay in my life and I consider myself straight. However, I have been curious recently as I find myself looking at gay porn often and getting turned on. I so far have not told this story to anybody else in my life.

As I said, I am str8 on most occasions. I am not attracted to men at all. There has never been an instance where I have seen a guy and felt anything sexual. But when I am turned on, I do have some curiosity when it comes to this subject.

I am 6’0 and 220 pounds. I workout pretty consistently but definitely have some fat I need to lose. I am also 20 years old. So for a while now I have been going on Craigslist looking at Men in my area. I never met with anyone and I don’t plan to but I like the idea of people close by that are posting pics of themselves. I am also into older men probably in their 40-50s.

I come on this site often to read about stories of men who meet other men at their gym or in a bathroom. And the thought of that really turns me on. I always wished in the back of my head that that will happen with me. I go to a gym that is pretty big. The locker room is fairly large and the shower area has about 14 stalls with a curtain. It is also equipped with a steam room.

When I am in the locker room, I have recently started to notice the men in their a lot more. There are tons of dudes that walk around naked like they don’t give escort izmit a shit. I for one usually keep myself less exposed than others tend to do. But if there were to be a guy naked I would try to get a closer look at his package.

So me in this curious state was ready to try something in my locker room. There was an instance where I saw a tall older indian man walking around completely nude in the showers. So I immediately went to a shower across from him dressed down and try to see if he was interested. My cock never grew so fast but unfortunately he didn’t give me any indication that he was interested. After that I really didn’t make any effort to fool around anymore.

Months later my moment finally arrived. It was a busy time in the gym on a weekday and I just finished a workout and went to the locker room. I take my clothes off, put on a towel, and head to the showers. In my mind, I am still curious and wanting to try something. But I still feel like nothing would ever happen. I walk into the alley where the showers are and try to find an empty stall. I go into one and when I take off my towel to hang the curtains flew open from the shower across from me.

Standing there is a white, tall, broad statured, man probably in his late 40s or early 50s. He is definitely on the chubbier side but not too fat. I look at him and he is completely nude and he is staring right at my cock. This happens as I am placing my towel on the shower rack for a few seconds . I get nervous and close the izmit escort curtains while he was staring at me more. I was able to get a good look at him too and saw his cock as well. I didn’t really think much of it. I was hoping that he would stay in the shower but he ended up walking away.

My shower curtain was a bit open still and I noticed him walking past me again. This got my attention just a little bit. Then, next thing I know, he was in the shower diagonal from me this time. I open my shower curtain a bit more and I see him with his cock pointed towards me with his curtain pulled out a bit. I know forsure that he is interested and this got me very excited. I then see him touching himself and slowly jacking himself off. My mind was racing, I could not believe that this was happening. I started to grab my cock and slowly jerk it as well. We are just staring at each others cock while masturbating. His eyes were glued to my cock and I was looking at his whole body. He then motioned at me and then pointed at the steam room. I knew what he meant and I gave a thumbs up. He closed his shower and walked out. After about ten seconds, I followed behind. I dont see him anywhere so I think he already went into the room. I tried my best to hid my growing cock within my towel as I pass everyone.

I open the steam room and it was pretty hard to see inside at first. Then I look to my left and sure enough, he is sitting there completely nude. No one else was in the room so I go right izmit kendi evi olan escort next to him and take a seat with my towel still on. I get a good look at him and my heart is pounding like crazy at this point. I take off my towel and my cock springs out. He then touches himself a little before asking if he could touch me. I told him “sure” and he grabs me with his hand and starts jerking me. It was such an amazing feeling. I start to feel up his body while he does it and I go and grab his cock as well. I can feel his precum already which is making me even harder.

He tells me to stand up and I follow his command. While I am holding my towel up he grabs my cock and puts his mouth over it. This was too much too handle. He was sucking on it so well while I was pushing his head closer over my cock. He was constantly looking at the door making sure no one was coming in. After a bit he began to jerk me off and started to tell me to cum. He kept tugging very fast and sure enough I came right on his hands. He didn’t say anything to me but just smiled and left the room.

I was astonished and still light headed about what just happened. I sat in the steam room for about five more minutes just thinking about what I just did. A couple people came in so I tried to act as natural as I could while staring at my cum spots on the floor. I then got up and left the room. I didn’t want to bump into this guy again because I was nervous that he would want to know me so I quickly changed and left.

However, everytime I think of this instance I become curious again even though I still consider myself str8.

Thanks for reading, I hoped you guys enjoyed it. I will post more if any other things happen to me in the future so stay tuned!

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Jill moved from the bed close to Carmen. She could smell the odor of lust juices and her pee. The mature, 50 year old woman put her hands to her breasts and massaged them through the thin fabric of the see-through blouse. Carmen´s nipples were still hard. She moaned under the touch of her elder mistress. One of her mistress´s hands moved under her skirt touching her pubic hair and feeling out her wetness. She war very close now, her tongue licked Carmen´s lips, swirled around her ear. The 26 year old girl wanted to be touched more and try to press her pussy against her mistress´s caressing hand. But each time she drew closer Jill removed her fingers a bit.

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“Oh, please mistress, Jill!”, Carmen pleaded.

“Only one lick!”, her voice was hard. “So down on your knees.”

Immediately Carmen followed the command of the American woman and knelt before her. Her head now was just a few inches from the wet pussy of the mature, dominating woman. She could smell the odor of lust and sex. Then Jill took her head and pressed it fully against her sex. Carmens tongue slid along her cunt, licking every drop of pussy juice that she could get. Jill tasted wonderful. She wanted to slide her tongue down again but the 50year old woman just stepped away.

“You may serve me all night long, sex slave, if you are a good girl. Now go and don´t come back with empty hands.”

“Yes my mistress.”

Carmen took a quick look into the mirror as she left the hotel room. She really looked like a dirty slut now. The skirt was shorter than everything she had seen so far and there was nothing beneath. The see-through blouse had soaked some of the pussy juice, sweat and urine mixed wetness from her stomach and breasts making it even more transparent. Her breasts could be seen very clearly. She was a bit afraid, but even more than afraid she now was aroused as she had never been before – and she licked what she saw. She liked the dirty slut, smelling of dirty sex, that she saw in the mirror. She liked the firm, young breasts with escort izmit the hard nipples under her sexy outfit.

Finally she left the room. She walked to the elevator. An older pair looked at her and she heard them whisper behind her. She blushed but at the same she had feelings, she never had had before. Carmen would never have thought that she might enjoy it so much being dominated by an other woman. She normally was a very proud woman herself. She had been very good and fast at university and now had an interesting position at a big company. But this was a different life. She always had been a very sexually interested woman. She liked to masturbate a lot, to tease herself and now she had this woman, her mistress, that was fulfilling all her sexual fantasies. Carmen just loved this mature body and she adored the dominating way Jill behaved. Her juices began to flow when she just thought of her. She would do everything for her new mistress. She would do everything to be allowed to lick her from orgasm to orgasm.

Jill made herself a drink and sat down in one of the chairs. She enjoyed herself so much. Carmen was much more than she had dreamed of. She was a beauty and she liked to be her toy. She knew that Carmen loved it to be dominated by her and Jill loved to play with her, to have her own lesbian sex slave for the first time. She felt that she already was in love with Carmen, with her toy slut, her beautiful, young sex slave. With one hand sipping on her drink, her other hand moved between her legs, finding her wet sex, very gently caressing it. Her nipples were big and hard and she used the cold glass to tease them a bit. She closed her eyes and enjoyed her own touches.

Carmen crossed the hotel lobby, turning more than one head. She took the first taxi and the male driver obviously was very pleased to drive her. His looks were more in the mirror to watch her on the backseat than they were to watch the street. Carmen more and more liked the game. She pressed her legs against each other and felt all her wetness. Her hands slowly moved across her chest, across her breasts.

“Please wait, here. I will be back in a minute,” Carmen said to the taxi driver.

The restaurant already was closed, but there was still light inside. Somebody was cleaning up. She knocked on the door several times until one of the waiters opened. He was the last and only one still there. His eyes fixed her – not exactly her but her breasts with the hard nipples pressing through her see-through blouse. He must also smell my dirty odor, Carmen thought. She was a bit more unsure now, than she had been before. She blushed a bit. The waiter sill hadn´t said a word, just fixed her outfit.

Finally Carmen spoke: “I was here with my friend this evening and forgot something. Did you find something?” Her voice was very soft now. The man´s face showed a big, knowing grin. “He must think I´m a whore,” Carmen thought to herself.

“Yes, I found something; Something special.” He answered. “Do you want to have it back? Do you need it?”

Carmen didn´t like his tone – and that made her more selfconfident. She showed a nice smile, than lifted her short skirt for a second to show him what was beneath – or better what wasn´t izmit escort beneath. Immediately she saw a growing boil in his trousers.

“Not at the moment,” she answered. “But maybe. So, can I have it now!”

“What do I get, if I return it to you? I considered it a nice souvenir.” With these words he longed into his pocket and brought out her panties. He moved it to his face and smelled on it.

In this moment an idea came to Carmen´s mind.

“I understand.”, she said and moved very close to him. “It´s just fair that you get a reward – and I like giving rewards. Do you want to get out of your trousers?” She licked her lips seductively.

Within very few seconds the waiter had removed not only his trousers but also his underwear. His cock was standing rock hard. Carmen took her panties from his hand and using them like a glove she grabbed his cock hard and led him to one of the chairs.

“Oh, you have a real hard one. I like that,” she said. “Sit down.” He followed her instructions immediately. He must have felt like in a dream. Carmen took the belt from his trousers, laid it around his chest and fixed it hard at the back of the chair. The man was bound now, couldn´t move one of his hands and would not be able to free himself. Then she started masturbating his cock wildly with her panties, not touching his flesh directly. He very soon started to groan and within less than a minute he shot his full load of cum into her panties.

“God, that was so good,” he groaned.

“So if this was so good, I better leave you here, maybe you will find another girl – or a handsome man – masturbating you. By, darling and thanks for finding my panties.” Carmen just turned and let him sit there as he was – bound and naked. He shouted after her, but Carmen didn’t turn around. She had everything her mistress had wanted from her; her panties back and a handful of semen in it too.

She took the taxi back, enjoying the lustful looks of the driver. He also had seen that she carried a woman´s underwear in her hand. When she paid before the hotel she had another dirty idea.

“Do you want a special tip?,” she asked in her sexiest tone. The driver blushed and Carmen continued. “I know you saw me carrying my panties. Do you want to know how they smell?”

The drivers head showed a yes. Carmen moved her panties to his nose and mouth and fully pressed it against his face, covering him with the waiters cum. Quickly she left the taxi before the driver realized that the wetness in his face might not be hers.

She was proud of her, like she had never been before, when she took the elevator to her mistress room again.

Mistress Jill was still sitting in her chair. She was fully naked. Her legs were spread and her hand was playing at her crotch. The wonderful big nipples of her were standing hard.

“You are back my sweet slave”, she said. “I see you brought what I demanded – at least one part.”

“It´s all there, Mistress Jill.” Carmen walked to her mistress and knelt before her. She showed her the wet spunk in her panties. Jill moved her finger deep into her wet cunt, withdrew them and offered it to Carmen. The girl hungrily took it into her mouth and licked the izmit kendi evi olan escort lust juices of her mistress from the finger.

“You are a good girl. Now tell me.”

Jill liked the story and laughed.

“You have proven a very good slave. You have earned a reward. You may get a shower now, my dirty slut and then you can serve me lust!”

Jill let her lick another wet finger and then sent her to the bathroom.

Carmen felt much better when she came out of the bathroom clean again – and she felt very aroused. She was completely naked.

“Come here,” Jill commanded.

Carmen stood before her mistress and Jill´s eyes feasted on her young body with the firm breasts. Finally her hands started touching her breasts and the other going directly to her wet sex. Her fingers gliding through her pubic hair.

“I love your big, thick bushy hair.” Her fingers gently plaid with the dark pubic hair, before on glided into her waiting cunt for a moment.

“You are very wet. You will not be good in satisfying me, if you are so aroused. You better make yourself come, before you may lick me. Move one of your legs on my chair and then I want you to show me how you make yourself come, little sex slave.”

Carmen stood very close to her now. Her legs were spread and with one leg up on the chair she showed Jill every detail of her juicy crotch. She was hot as she had never been before. Her fingers started playing with her and Jill commanded wanted she wanted her to do; if she wanted her to play with her clit, or to fuck herself deeply with one, two or even three fingers, if she wanted her to stop and play with her breasts and nipples and then start again by just softly caressing her whole slit slowly. In this way Jill guided Carmen to higher and higher states of arousal until she was near collapsing due to sexual lust.

“Please let me cum, Mistress Jill,” she pleaded groaning loudly.

“Are you my sex slave, my lesbian sex whore?”

“Yes Mistress Jill, I´m your lesbian sex slave, I´m your whore. Please let your slave come!”

“You may come, now!”

Carmen hardly heard her. Three fingers of one hand went deep into her wet pussy and the fingers of the other hand worked her clit. She let out a wild cry of lust and then collapsed, fell on her sitting mistress, cried of satisfied lust.

Jill wrapped her hands around the girl and caressed her body tenderly. She kissed her forehead and her brown, soft hair.

It took Carmen some time to calm down again. Finally she slid down her elder mistress´s body, kissing every inch of her mature, but oh so sexy flesh, that her lips could reach. She kissed both her hard nipples and finally knelt between her mistress spread legs.

“Thank you, Mistress!”, she whispered.

“Lick yourself clean and then you may start serving my pussy!” Jill said.

Carmen followed her mistress´s orders. She had always liked the taste of her own lust juices. Then she moved her mouth to her mistress´s crotch. She took in the wonderful smell of sex and finally her lips touched her wetness, her tongue reaching out to taste her juices and she started to lick this wonderful mature pussy of her new mistress. She wouldn´t stop until her mistress wanted her to do so.

Jill laid back in the chair and enjoyed the pleasures of her new slaves tongue, thinking of the fun the two would have in the future….

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Chapter 4 – THE SEDUCTION

It was within a few weeks after Mae’s initial confession that she invited me over to have dinner with her and her husband. It was the Friday after the 4th of July and she told me to be there precisely at 5:00. It was the first time that I’d been to her home, and at first I thought that the address might have been a mistake. There is a community in San Jose called Silver Creek. It is a gated community, meaning the homes are well above average. Now, don’t get me wrong, it isn’t Beverly Hills, but it is very nice. Some of the homes are huge, Mae’s home was not one of those, but nonetheless it was very nice.

It was the first time that I would meet her husband, Jason. He seemed nice enough, but, on the cover, they seemed like an unlikely couple. He was a bit nerdy and much older than Mae. But, I was not one to judge, and, with Mae, there was plenty to judge. But by first impression he seemed nice enough.

When I arrived, out of Asian habit, I slipped out of my sandaled shoes and left them near the front door. Mae immediately gave me a grand tour. One of the first stops was her massage room. It was a very simple room, with two massage tables, side-by-side, in the middle of the room.

I immediately asked her, “Why two?”

“Sometimes I give dual massages” and gave me a smile.

The rest of the room was fairly simple; other than the massage tables there was only a dresser. I noticed there were speakers for music. Then she pointed me to the bathroom. The bathroom was as large as the massage room, which was large in itself, and the shower took up half the room. Just as she had described, it had shower heads and controls on the left and right side of the shower. The walls were made of marble and there were horizontal grab bars the length of the back wall of the shower. I could only imagine the stories that might be told if that shower could talk.

She continued the tour. Her house had 4 bedrooms. The massage room was one of the bedrooms. Two bedrooms were furnished guests rooms, the fourth was an even larger master bedroom. Nothing about the décor suggested that the house was ever used for anything but living.

There was a formal dining and living room that looked like they were rarely used. But the largest room of the home was the family room. It was furnished with oversized sofas, tables and, of course, a large television.

She then led me through glass French doors to the backyard. Until we stepped outside, I hadn’t really realized that her home sat on the hillside. The rear of her home faced the valley. It was a very nice view. Her home was U-shaped and it created a small courtyard. In the center of it was a built-in Jacuzzi that was bubbling and frothing. Looking towards the rear fence line I could barely see the top of the roof of the home behind her. It was very secluded.

I said the first thing that popped into my head: “Wow! This is so nice!”

“You like it?”

“This is incredible.”

“You know the best part?” Not knowing the answer, I shook my head. She continued, “No tan lines.”

I didn’t understand what she meant and she could read it on my face.

“No one can see into the hot tub area, which means I get to sunbathe nude; no tan lines.”

I burst out laughing and said, “Oh my god! That is awesome. I could never do that at my parents’ home. We’re surrounded by two story homes and everyone can see into our backyard.”

“You mean you haven’t sunbathed nude because you’re afraid people might see you? If I were you, I’d be doing it hoping someone could see me. If you’ve got it, you shouldn’t be afraid to show it! And, believe me, you’ve got it.”

I laughed, “Yeah, that is all I would need is someone telling my parents that they saw me sunbathing naked.”

Mae looked at me seriously and said, “No one would tell them. I assure you, they’d keep it to themselves. They might mention it to another neighbor, but never to your parents.”

We continued with some more small talk and went back inside.

Jason was not much of a conversationalist, and the circumstances of the introduction left me unimpressed. Getting to know Jason is not important to my story, so it really doesn’t make a difference. No hanky-panky has ever occurred between the two of us.

Mae offered me a glass of wine. Being as I was under the legal drinking age I naturally accepted.

She was preparing an informal dinner for us so I lent her a hand.

With dinner prepared, the three of us sat together at the dinner table. Mae and I poured the last drops from the bottle of wine. We were far from drunk, but we were all comfortably relaxed.

After eating, Jason volunteered to do the dishes and Mae suggested we go out to the hot tub. Wit Mae wearing shorts and me in a skirt, we dipped our feet into the water.

The weather was mild that day, but it was still light and the air was still warm.

I told Mae that the water felt so nice, to which she said, “Come escort izmit on, let’s get in.”

I wasn’t planning on a hot tub and said, “I don’t have my bikini.”

She said, “Look around, we don’t need swim suits, remember?”

I didn’t look around, instead I looked back towards the house. I could see Jason in the kitchen.

With my glance, Mae said, “Don’t worry about him. It’s no big deal,” to which she stood up and proceeded to take off her top and bottom. I had suspected she was braless which turned out to be correct, but she was also pantiless. She stood before me naked. I couldn’t help but admire her body. She was evenly tanned, her boobs were larger than mine and her pussy was shaved smooth. She then lowered herself into the water and said, “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

I thought, ‘what the hell, why not?’ and stood as she had and undressed. But unlike her I was wearing under garments beneath my skirt and top. And, unlike Mae, my pussy was trimmed and closer to natural than trimmed. In a minute, like her, I was naked. I looked back toward the house, Jason seemed to be completely unaware so I stepped into the water and was thankful that I did, because it felt so nice.

We sat in the Jacuzzi for about 30 minutes and I heard the door from the house open and Jason asked if we needed anything. Mae asked him to bring out some wine and join us.

I looked at her and said, “What?! Join us?”

She said, “Sure, why not? Trust me he’s harmless.”

Jason came out with three glasses and a fresh bottle of wine. He stood near the edge of the pool and poured a glass and handed it to me, and then did the same for Mae. Lastly, he poured a glass for himself. He asked me if the water felt good. I assured him it was wonderful. And like nothing at all he started undressing in front of me; not down to a swim suit, but down to his birthday suit. He didn’t have a hard on and didn’t make any suggestive grins towards me. He just climbed into the Jacuzzi across from me next to Mae.

For the next 45to 60 minutes we just talked about nothing in particular. Even I started to forget the three of us were sharing the hot tub in the nude. But, my bladder was a bit full and needed relief. I said, “Can I use the bathroom? I need to pee.”

Mae said, “Sure, just go inside. Do your remember where it is?”

“Yes, but can I have a towel or something?”

She said, “You don’t need a towel. It’s tile floors to the bathroom for a reason. Just walk slowly, we don’t want you to slip.”

So I awkwardly stood up. I realized it would have looked more awkward if I tried to cover any of my body parts with my hands, so I didn’t even bother. Jason watched me, but the way he watched me did not make me feel uncomfortable. So I stepped out of the pool and started walking toward the house.

When I turned my back from them, Mae suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my god, you have a tramp stamp!”

I just turned back toward her and said, “Yeah, I guess I never told you.” The tattoo is basically a yin and yang symbol with wings.

She asked, “Yin and yang? Why yin and yang?”

I didn’t answer. I was still standing only a few feet from the pool and they both looking at me waiting for my reply. Standing there at that moment I had no embarrassment about my nudity. But, I was reluctant to answer the question. If it had only been Mae, I would have not been reluctant to tell her.

Then she lifted herself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool. Jason did the same. She said, “Come on sit down for a minute, seems like this could be interesting.”

So I went back to the pool and, like them, sat on the edge of the pool facing them. I didn’t feel he was checking out my body, or maybe he was just doing a good job not being obvious. As for me, I admit that I did look at his cock. He certainly did not have a hard-on, but by the same token, he wasn’t completely deflated either. But, my attention actually was more on Mae than Jason.

I said, “It’s really not that interesting, just a little awkward.” If I had really thought about, I could have just said that I liked the symbol.

Mae said, “Awkward? The three of us are sitting here naked and you’re worried about awkward. Come on, let’s hear it.”

She had been leaning forward with her knees together. But in anticipation of my explanation she sat up slightly and brought her hands behind her to support her. I knew it was not my imagination, but her knees separated slightly allowing me to see her pussy.

I asked, “The tame explanation or the unabashed?”

“Unabashed, of course.”

I hesitated for a moment and then explained. “Yin and Yang is all about balance. Balance of nature, balance of life, balance of death.” They nodded in agreement. “Well, to me there is nothing more balanced than when a man and a woman are fucking. So, when a guy is fucking me from behind it is my subtle way of letting him know we’re in balance.”

Mae laughed and said, “That’s it? That’s not bad izmit escort at all. In fact, it’s priceless.” Jason didn’t say anything one way or another, but it was unmistakable that I saw his cock move.

I said, “I need to go pee.”

I stood up and walked carefully inside the house. I relieved my bladder and wiped. And just like after some of our lunches, my pussy was wet. And it wasn’t from being in the water.

I came back and they were both still sitting on the edge of the pool. So, again I sat the same way.

Jason offered to refresh my glass, but I declined. I told them, “I actually need to get going soon, but before I do I want to check out the rest of your yard.”

Mae said, “Sure, come check out the lawn, it feels so good under your feet.”

She stood and I did the same, I started to pick up my clothes and she said, “Don’t worry, no one can see you. And even if someone does see you, you should be flattered, you’re beautiful.”

So I followed her out onto the lawn. The yard was big. Unlike my parent’s home that is surrounded by a wooden fence, her perimeter was all wrought iron.

As we walked on the lawn it was hard not to enjoy their view. It was early twilight and the city lights were twinkling. She directed me all the way to the rear fence line. Because her home was on a hillside, from the Jacuzzi you could only see the top of the roof of the homes behind her. But as we approached the fence the homes became completely visible. She stayed back slightly, but told me to walk all the way up to the fence line. From my vantage point, I could now see into the full backyards of the homes behind hers. I could see people inside all three homes. No one was in any of the backyards. She then she walked up next to me and I asked her, “Do you think they can see us?”

In return she asked, “Do you care?”

“No.”

We stood there nearly fifteen minutes. At the moment my head had a dozen thoughts popping through it. I half-hoped that someone would come out and see us standing there; in particular, I wanted someone to see me standing there. I was also thinking about Mae. I thought about the time when she asked if I had been with a girl. I remember her saying I should take the opportunity if I ever had one.

I guess I must have been in a slight gaze, because Mae asked, “What are you thinking about?”

I lied and said, “Just enjoying how nice the view is.”

I had been facing the city the entire time. I turned to Mae and said, “I think I’d better get going home now. My parents are getting up early tomorrow to go up to visit my brother in Davis. I haven’t decided if I’m going too, but in case I do, I need to get a halfway decent night’s sleep.”

We turned to walk back toward the house and glancing up, my heart skipped a beat and I froze. There was a man watching us from a second floor window of the house next to Mae’s. I said, “There’s a man up there. He’s watching us.”

Mae said, “Yeah, I know.”

“You knew?”

“Yeah, I knew. He’s always watching hoping to catch a peak. Sometimes he gets lucky. Tonight he was doubly lucky. How does that make you feel? I love it when a guy watches me, I bet you’re no different.”

I smiled and said, “I guess you’re right, I do too.” When we had stood there staring into space earlier, I didn’t recall wishing upon a star, but somehow or another, my wish came true.

We walked back to the hot tub. Jason was now immersed in the water again. I picked up my clothes and proceeded to get dressed. I think it was the first time in my life that I found myself getting dressed in front of a guy who I hadn’t just finished having sex with.

I told them both that I really enjoyed them inviting me and Jason said, “You’re always invited.”

Mae said, “Come on, I’ll see you out.”

Still naked, she walked me to the front door and I slipped on my sandals. We stood at the door and Mae said, “I’m really glad you came over. Only thing is, now I’m really jealous.”

“Jealous? Jealous of what?”

“Your body. I wish I had your body.”

I said, “Are you serious? I want your body.”

She contemplated my words and with a completely different intonation she said, “I want your body too.”

We both went silent. It was a moment. We simply stared at each other, then she did a subtle wetting of her lips and leaned her lips to mine and the came together. I slightly parted my lips and she did the same. Our tongues mutually met each other halfway. The kiss was soft, sensuous and gentle only lasting brief seconds. It was momentous; it was the first time I had ever kissed a woman. It was even more exciting than the first time I open-mouth kissed a boy. Other than the obvious differences between a girl and a boy, I was more experienced sexually than during that first boy kiss. My body was fully aware of the potential of a kiss, especially this kiss.

Mae pulled away and said, “Hmmm, I think I should let you go.”

I took a deep breath izmit kendi evi olan escort and said, “Yeah, I think maybe you’re right.”

But neither of us moved. Now I could hear her breathing. I looked down at her bare chest up and down. I looked back at her one more time and said, “Kiss me again.” Again, our lips touched gently. Again, our tongues touched. The kiss was neither sloppy or wet. It was graceful. But this time it was not mere seconds. Ten seconds, thirty seconds, a minute, two minutes. Four or five minutes later and our tongues still did a waltz together. She did not try grab my body and I did not try to grab hers. But then gently her hand reached out to mine and we wrapped our fingers together as the kiss continued. We gently let our hands dance between us. Our breathing was becoming louder.

I heard the patio door open and close followed by noises in the kitchen; Jason had come back inside. Mae made no effort to stop, so neither did I.

Then she pulled my hand toward her. She guided my hand and placed it flat against her stomach. She pointed my hand, fingers down. She let go of my hand and brought her hand to my tummy and positioned it the same as mine, but I was clothed. Her hand worked its way down to the front of my skirt. I lowered my hand, as well. When I did, I could feel her body shift as she separated her feet. I could feel slight stubble of her shaved pussy. If I was naked, she would have been running her fingers through my pubes. I wanted her to do that.

With my free hand, I reached for the waistline of my skirt and unbuttoned the first button and then the second. I then unzipped the zipper that was still holding my skirt up. I brought my thighs together tightly, and on its own, my skirt floated to the ground. Then I grabbed the elastic of my panties on one side and as I did, Mae moved her hand to the other side and together we pulled down my panties until they too fell to the floor. In a single step, I pulled a foot from its sandal, skirt and panties. Her hand went back to where it had been. Now my feet separated slightly.

Apparently sensing my bashfulness, she went first. She slid her hand fully into my crotch gap and I felt complete tenderness as she slid a finger inside me. Our lips had never parted, but with her touch, I pressed my mouth firmly against hers. I then reciprocated and eased a finger inside her. This sequence barely lasted a minute and she pulled her hand away. I followed her lead and did the same.

And then she pulled her mouth from mine and our hands, no sticky intertwined again. We stood there staring at each other again. My body felt like it had just experienced an orgasm, but it hadn’t. Then she lifted our hands together. She separated our fingers and then brought my hand to my mouth. I could smell her. I put my fingers in my mouth a savored the flavor. She did the same and closed her eyes as she did so. She opened her eyes and removed her fingers from her mouth. I wanted to keep sucking them, but I removed them and brought them closer to my nose. Prior to then, my pussy was the only one I had ever smelled or tasted. I loved her smell. I then brought my fingers to her mouth to which she then proceeded to suck on. It was the first lead I had taken. She then brought her fingers to my mouth and I sucked them too. We continued to stare as we did this. And then she removed her fingers from my mouth, I followed her.

Then for the first time in 20 minutes Mae spoke and said, “That was all that I wanted.”

I actually wanted more and suspected that she did too, but I said, “That’s all I wanted too.”

We pulled away from each other. I became aware that I could still hear Jason in the kitchen.

I leaned down and picked up my panties and skirt. My panties were absolutely soaked. I could not believe I got so wet in so few minutes to make my panties as wet as they were. I slipped them on and then put on my skirt. I stepped into my sandals again and whispered, “I think I really should get going.”

Mae said, “I’m glad this happened.”

“Me too.”

She said, “I want you to come back here again for dinner. Maybe on a night you can stay a little later.”

I wanted to suggest the next night, problem was, I knew my period was due on Saturday or Sunday. If it did, just in case something happened again, I didn’t want to spoil it with my period.

Then Mae said, “But maybe not until next Friday, because the curse is due.”

Until that moment I didn’t realize that our cycles were closely synced.

I said, “Yeah, I think Friday could work.”

And then we stared at each other again. Sensing a potential relapse Mae said, “Probably a good idea that you get going.”

I said, “Thank you for tonight. I know I’ll never forget it.”

To which Mae said, “Somehow or another I feel that your potential for memorable experiences is just beginning.”

Finally, I stepped outside and really walked away.

As I walked away, I said, “See you Tuesday.” I looked up over at the house next door. The looker was now in the front window looking down at me. Now he knew what I looked like with clothes on too.

I drove home and felt like the car was three feet off the ground as I floated like a cloud.

Released, Sarah attempted to move up her body, gliding her own very wet pussy along my Mistress’ leg. An attempt that was rebuffed with her head yanked back, an angry fistful of hair used to impel her right back down.

“You’re not done yet.”

Sarah’s mouth and chin shiny and wet as she looks up at her. Then she kisses at the firm flesh exposed above the nylons as the legs are pulled up to her chest, exposing her backside. Sarah understanding, extended her pink muscle and glides down between the folds and into the dark star; Sarah’s hands separating her cheeks so that she can lick deeply.

Holding her knees to her chest, my Mistress wiggles her butt down on Sarah’s face. I can see the tendons in Sarah’s neck strain as her jaw moves and I know that her tongue has found the puckered entrance and is working a bit of magic there. Knowing from experience that Sarah will please her well here without need for much direction.

“Oh, that’s it. Eat my ass.” My Mistress’ hand brushing Sarah’s locks off her forehead so that they can make eye contact as Sarah’s tongue explores her dark depths. “You do like licking ass don’t you, Sarah?” the words said softly with a smile now.

“That’s good, because my bitches must always…” the sentence interrupted by a sharp gasp and then a glance my way, “mmmmm, she’s got it inside me already…” her hips rocking, “…I think she’ll make a fine bitch.”

A hand to Sarah’s forehead pushes her back as my Mistress’ legs lower and she turns to her side. Reaching for several pillows, she rolls them under her as she finishes her spin onto her belly, now with her ass raised up.

“Ok, get back to it. I know you weren’t done were you?” A evil, wicked grin on her face as she looks back over her shoulder at Sarah, and at me behind her at the foot of the bed.

Sarah’s hands pull her cheeks wide, allowing me to see the rosebud that is quickly licked and rimmed before Sarah’s head moves in and hides it from my sight. With her head resting on her crossed arms, my Mistress offers her encouragement and tortures me further.

“Mmmmm that feels so good. Get your tongue in deeper. Yes, like that….” Soft moans and sighs follow as she luxuriates in having her ass licked. With each flex of her facial muscles as Sarah wiggles her tongue in and out of her anal tunnel, my ass clenches on the large plug filling my ass, and a look from my Mistress tells me that she knows precisely what I am thinking and suffering.

“Get your fingers wet again. I want you to jerk me while you eat my ass.”

I feel a rivet of wetness oozing down my thigh as I see Sarah probe for moisture then take hold on her clit again. Wet sucking sounds coming from her mouth as her forearm moves slightly bringing my Mistress’ head up again.

“You got me so hard. Pull faster but not so hard. Jerk my clit you bitch, jerk it good and I’ll fuck you with it next but don’t you dare take that tongue out of my ass!”

Sarah makes lewd whimpering noises as she presses her face tight to her ass and pulls at the wicked hardness that she desires more than anything before in her life. Unable to touch herself, her legs are wrapped tight together and she grinds against the mattress.

“Do you want me to fuck you now? Do you BITCH?”

Sarah can’t answer and is thrust backwards as my Mistress pushes up on her knees and gyrates in one fluid movement over the now prone Sarah. Sarah looks up into my face briefly before I’m obscured by the body between us. Sarah izmit rus escort immediately spreads her legs and lifts up her knees as my Mistress settles in between them.

“Ohhhh…” spoken in surprise and awe as Sarah feels the hardness of my Mistress’ erect clit in her cunt. Amazed that she is actually inside her even though she had felt and sucked and seen the miniature cock that was my Mistress’ clit. The two woman locked together at the crotch as they fuck wildly in an effort to cum.

“Mmmmm, your pussy is so nice and wet for me. I like bitches with hot wet cunts, don’t I baby?”

Her voice shaky and tainted with raw lust, Sarah ends her silence, “Fuck me. Please fuck me and let me cum.”

But instead of complying, my Mistress stops moving and holds frozen above Sarah. Sarah who humps and cries and thrusts and rolls in an effort to gain the crest and achieve orgasm. But held tight, she cannot do so.

“And what else? What else do you want and will you give me?” A smile flowing from her lips and eyes as she looks into Sarah’s wide eyes below her.

“Fuck me. Make me your bitch! I want to be your bitch. But please fuck me, I need to cum!”

Their breasts smash together as my Mistress lowers down, bringing her mouth to Sarah’s ear. “And what else?” Her teeth bite down on Sarah’s earlobe and stretch it out, stretching it painfully out.

A howl of pain, mouth openly and closing then the whispered request in a tiny voice, “…and slap me…” her voice gaining volume, “and…beat me…” a sharp intake of air, “beat me like your bitch Jenny.”

“I will Sarah, I will. But not now, now is for fucking…as long as you know what you want.” And with that her hips begin to move again. Humping and grinding Sarah into the bed, her mouth moving from ear to lips, drowning out Sarah’s cries in a deep kiss.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the sounds filling the room. No more words, only grunts and pants and moans. Sarah fucked and allowed to cum then fucked some more. Fucked until my, our, Mistress reaches her orgasm.

Afterwards, they laid together for a while resting until their breathing was back to normal and the sheen of sweat upon them faded. Sarah lain, with a look of satisfaction, flat on her back with our Mistress’ leg over hers and her head resting on Sarah’s shoulder. A satisfaction that turned her lips upward into a soft smile as a hand drifted up and ran fingers around the swell of a breast and around a nipple.

Six eyes watching the fingers as they teased the nipple, guiding round it, over it, a finger circling lightly upon the tip. The nipple responding and resuming its full height, becoming easy prey for the fingers that pinched it, pinched it hard and pulled it out. Stretching it and stretching it until the look of satisfaction changed and Sarah had to close her eyes and bite her lower lip to remain quiet. The nipple snapping back as it slipped out but, just a quickly reclaimed and tugged again, twisted as well as pulled this time until, several long seconds later, finally let go by design,

Slipping out of bed, our Mistress goes to her closet and finds her duffel bag. We both peer intently as she finds then steps into a strap on harness graced with a large black dildo, lifelike including a budging vein that snakes up the underside between a thick mushroom head and set of heavy balls. Returning with a giant tube of tube in hand, she kneels next to Sarah’s head with the cock dangling.

Sarah izmit escort goes up on one elbow and takes the cock into her mouth. Sucking at it, wetting it with her tongue, she begins to prepare it and I wonder if any of my residue remains on it. A slight aftertaste that Sarah might relish without understanding its source.

Hips moving forward to feed more of the cock to Sarah, “Come on, open up and suck my cock good. Show me if you can be trusted as a real cock sucking whore if needed.”

Sarah’s lips thin out as they surround the girth of the realistic man meat stuffed further inside her face. Hands on her head, hips slightly rocking, she is fed more of it and I can hear her hum and swallow at it. Pulled back until just the tip is inside her lips, Sarah’s tongue is visible as she uses it along the glands and into the perfect piss hole at its apex.

“Hold still and open.”

Sarah’s eyes look upwards as the hands grip her head tighter. A slow and steady thrust forward of hips and the cock begins to disappear. I watch amazed as it descends ever deeper into Sarah’s throat, her nose billowing to take air.

“She’s done this before,” the words directed to me as the entire shaft of the cock is hidden by Sarah’s lips. Even though there is no more to be had, I see her hips continue to push forward with a little rotation that makes Sarah’s head jiggle and twist.

Then, as slow as it entered, the cock makes its return. Glistening and wet, inch by inch it exits Sarah’s mouth and throat. When again only the head remains engulfed, I see fingers tighten in her hair and the beast is pushed back in, faster this time, and buried once more.

“Oh my, she is good at this isn’t she? Well, lets see how she handles a face fucking.”

Sarah eventually gags as the cock is propelled in and out. The sound of which brings a wicked grin on our Mistress’ face but no let up in her movements. Then with a snarl she reminds her that she better not gag any more as she grinds back down into her.

Spit is dripping from Sarah’s chin as the cock is pulled back and out. More saliva pouring out from her lips as the head sways before her lips, the cock shiny and dripping as well. Sarah closes and swallows then quickly opens her lips and waits, the head swaying close and threatening reentry.

“Should I fuck you with this now Sarah? Do you want this big thick cock inside you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Tell me what you want me to do with it.”

“Please fuck me Mistress. Shove that cock inside my pussy.”

“Just your pussy?”

“No Mistress.”

Sarah is laid back on the bed with our Mistress positioning herself between her spread legs. The cock sinks deeply inside her and the two return to a passionate coupling as before, but this time with long sure thrusts where the cock never breaks contact with Sarah’s tight innards.

Several minutes in, they switch places with our Mistress on her back and Sarah lowering herself down upon the black shaft. Her tits bouncing as she rides it, fucking herself good and hard upon it. Nearing orgasm, Sarah is directed to face the other direction and she turns upon the cock and takes hold of our Mistress’ ankles.

Her hips rotating and rocking, her rosebud visible to us as the dark meat brings her closer and closer. Sarah anticipates some attention there but it does not come. But the anticipation drives her faster and harder upon the cock and she cums loudly for us to hear.

“Now clean my cock of your juice, but kocaeli escort use only your lips and tongue so we can see.”

Sarah performs quickly. Licking and kissing at the shaft as she chases after every drop.

“Don’t forget my balls. Show us how you take care of your man after he’s fucked you.”

The pink tongue slides over and around the black pouch at the base of the cock. Her mouth opens and she engulfs them, forgetting the instruction not to use her mouth, before letting them back into the open. Sarah gently lifts at one leg to allow her tongue to move from balls into the deep crevice of our Mistress’ ass. Wiggling in between her cheeks to find the puckered opening.

“Mmmmm I’m sure your man enjoys his ass licked, doesn’t he?”

Sarah pushes both legs up before responding, “Yes Mistress he does,” with her tongue sliding back in and rimming her as best she can despite the strap of the harness.

“And do you get him hard again this way. To fuck some more?”

“Yes Mistress,” Sarah licks up over the balls and up the shaft. Her eyes on the face of our Mistress as the tip of her pink tongue plays at the underside of the cock’s crown.

Bodies moving about the bed until Sarah finds herself on hands and knees, the fat head of the cock rubbed up and down between her legs before finding its home in her cunt. Sarah’s head jerked back with hair pulled hard with each thrust forward. The bed squeaking as Sarah is hammered with the fake cock, both of them breathing hard and moaning as our Mistress drives the cock home.

Another shifting of bodies and they are spooning on the bed, Sarah’s upper leg lifted so I can see the cock sliding in and out, in and out; her pussy, her cunt fucked completely and leaking. Sarah’s breasts both held firmly by two hands, her nipples peeking out amid fingers, when they aren’t being twisted and pulled.

Our Mistress nuzzles against Sarah’s ear and tells her that she wants to be jerked and sucked again. Her hand unsnaps the harness, leaving the cock inside Sarah as she rolls onto her back. Sarah’s body is shiny again from the recent exertion and her hair matted on one side as she crawls down between her legs.

A sharp gasp as Sarah’s fingers finds her clit and begins her stroking of it. Sarah’s face close and intense with concentration as she manipulates it without being too rough or not firm enough. I see her lips pucker and blow a stream of air at it, drawing a long deep moan from our Mistress.

“Suck me damn you….” the complaint cut off in mid sentence as Sarah takes her clit in her mouth and wetly, loudly and greedily sucks it. Despite her need, our Mistress is so sensitive that she involuntarily moves her body away from the hot wet mouth that seeks to give her pleasure. A mouth that locks and follows along with every attempt to escape it, the two of them struggling; one to give all that she can, the other to take it but at the same time avoid it.

At one point their battle ends with Sarah face up on the bed, straddled and smothered with humping hips. Our mistress’ arms a knot of tendons as her fingers stab into the top of the headboard and grinds down upon the face below her. Breasts jiggling in the mashing and sucking that fills my eyes and ears and mind.

Collapsing down beside Sarah after cumming, our Mistress continues her torture of me by taking Sarah in her arms and kissing her sweaty face and mouth, their bodies molding together. They drift off to sleep together, leaving me stolen moments to sneak a quick rub of myself.

I dare not cum and stop long before I threaten to do so. Laying my head down on the foot of the mattress, I join them in sleep, although mine is troubled and short. Waking to movements on the bed.

After my encounter with my neighbour Dave, I returned home to get cleaned up. As I stripped off, I felt the stickyness of sweat and cum on my body, a dirty reminder of the hot fucking I had just had. My ass felt a little sore, but strangely empty. Like it was missing something.

While taking a hot shower, the thought struck me: why not do a bit of shaving? I had loved the look and feel of Dave’s smooth body, and I had seen plenty of pornstars with the smooth look too. The thought got me going again, and I grabbed my razor and gel, and set to work. I had no wax, and this would do. First I shaved my stomach, trimmed my pubes, then oh so gently did my cock and balls. Looking in the shower mirror, and stroking my smooth stomach and balls felt great. I finished off by removing my chest hair, and finally my butt and asshole had the treatment too. It was a bit of an operation, but once I was done, I stood admiring myself in the mirror, all glistening with aftershave oil, enjoying my new look. I loved how my balls felt, and I couldn’t resist stroking them, and squeezing them gently. Mmmm. Bending over and pointing my ass towards the mirror, I pulled my smooth cheeks apart, exposing my fresh asshole, and rubbed the rim with a finger before pushing it in to the first knuckle. It was still a little tender, but I was enjoying its new sensitivity. I felt like a pornstar after all the dirty things I’d done that day, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

The next day flew by, and I headed over to Dave’s in the late afternoon. I hadn’t spent much time thinking about the implications of the previous day’s fuck. I wasn’t gay. Was I bi? I didn’t really care. All I knew was, Dave had seduced me without much effort, and he’d sucked my cock harder and deeper than any woman I’d known. And I’d loved the feeling of him plowing my asshole and shooting his load inside me. Fucking his smooth tight ass had been just as delicious.

Dave answered the door and invited me up. He was pleased to see me, and gave me another wicked grin. He was wearing a T-shit, and really short cut-offs. I was still getting used to the idea of thinking of another guy as hot, but his look turned me on.

“I’m glad you came back Mike,” he said, as we went up the stairs to his living room. I was already feeling that familiar gentle ache spreading through my groin, and the warmth and excitement in my stomach, as he showed me into his bedroom. Pushing the door shut, he grabbed me and our tongues met in a deep kiss. His mouth tasted sweet and he grabbed my ass, pulling me to him, rubbing our bulging cocks together through our pants. I put my hand on his crotch and rubbed and squeezed him through the material, feeling his cock growing harder beneath my fingers.

Quickly Dave pulled off his shirt, and then unzipped his tiny denim shorts, releasing his thick tool into the air. He was fully hard now, and lay back on the bed.

“You want to taste my cock Mike? You haven’t yet have you.”

I nodded. izmit rus escort He was right. I hadn’t sucked a cock before. After all that I’d already done, I didn’t need persuading. Climbing onto the bed, I lowered my head over Dave’s shiny bulging cockhead, licking around the rim, before plunging down the shaft to take as much as I could to the back of my throat.

“Mmmmm. That’s so good. You sure you haven’t sucked a guy’s cock before?”

Nodding again, I continued to bob up and down, already enjoying feeling the smoothness and warmth of Dave’s shaft sliding past my lips. It was somehow hard and soft at the same time. The shaft was stiff, while the head was soft. I teased him gently with my teeth. Dave moaned.

“Oooooh. That’s it. You suck cock good.”

I was relishing the taste of his warm manmeat as Dave began to thrust his hips up to meet my sucking.

Suddenly I heard a door slam, and voices coming up the stairs into the house. Men’s voices. My heart missed a beat and I pulled my lips from Dave’s cock and looked at him in fear.

“Those are my housemates, back from the gym.” Dave didn’t seem to be worried.

I was petrified. This was meant to be our secret. I wondered what to do. I was still dressed, so I could just wander out and pretend I was a friend visiting. But Dave was naked, his cock still completely hard, as he lay there on the bed, propped up against the pillows.

I heard the voices outside the room. Then suddenly there was a loud banging on the door. I looked for somewhere to hide. It was too late. The two housemates burst in, and stared. There was Dave, lying on the bed sporting a huge hard-on, while I was lying close, extremely flushed.

“Fuck Dave, what you up to?” The first guy was shorter than Dave, dark, with an olive complexion.

“Yeh, who’s your friend here?” The other guy was black, perhaps 6’2″. Both of them were well built, especially the black guy, and had obviously just been working out. They were dressed in sweats, and were gently perspiring.

“Hey guys, this isn’t what it looks like,” I stammered, moving to stand up and leave.

Dave grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me back onto the bed. “Don’t worry, Mike. This is Adam.” He pointed to the olive-skinned guy.

“And this is Lynn.” The black guy nodded.

Before I could say any more, both guys stripped off their sweats to reveal their toned naked bodies. Both were already beginning to get hard. Lynn grabbed what looked like seven or eight inches of thick cock and began pumping himself to full hardness.

Dave looked at me, grinning. “I forgot to tell you. Adam and Lynn aren’t gay either.” With that he pulled my shirt right off over my head, and eased my head back down towards his now semi-hard cock.

“Nice body, Mike. You look hot,” he said, noticing my smooth skin. I smiled inwardly, relaxing again.

Dave held me tightly, and I responded, sucking him hard once more. I felt my pants being izmit escort pulled down, then my underwear, exposing my now smooth ass for all to see.

“Just what I like, nice and smooth,” said Lynn. I felt the now familiar feeling of a warm wet tongue probing at my asshole. I couldn’t see who it was, but it felt so good that I simply didn’t care. All I cared about was the pleasure I was feeling spreading from my tight hole through my asscheeks and crotch, down my legs and through my body. I pushed back, trying to get more of this tongue in me. Then whichever guy it was pushed deeper, really reaming me out, swirling his tongue around the inside of my shithole, tasting me, pleasuring my tunnel in the hottest, dirtiest way. The incredible feelings he was giving made me suck harder on Dave’s cock, and he was moaning now.

The tongue pulled from my ass, and then two wet fingers pushed inside, wriggling around, followed by a third. They stretched and loosened my hole, ready for what I knew was coming next. I could feel something else now, something warm, rubbing over my asscheeks, and around my wet and open hole. It had to be Lynn or Adam, teasing me with their cock. Then the guy pushed the head against my opening, stretching me a little further. My sphincter relaxed as the cock eased slowly in. Surprisingly, there was little pain this time, even though he was bigger than Dave. But I was no virgin any more. And this guy had already opened me up just right. I wondered how often he’d done this, how many guys he’d taken with his thick shaft.

Then he was in, pulling slowly out once more, before pushing in faster, beginning to thrust in a delicious rhythm, all the way in, until his crotch rested against my ass, his balls hitting my own. In and out, out and in, he slid back and forth as he fucked me. I had been a little distracted from the cock in my mouth, but now that I was being fucked good and hard, I returned to it. This was the stuff of my wildest fantasies. Here I was, in my neighbours house, sucking his shaft right down my throat, as I had my asshole fucked deep and fast. I was in heaven. With a stiff cock in each end, I felt full up with manmeat. It was so hot being filled so completely. This was straight out of my porn collection, except this was real. It felt a little dangerous, almost forbidden, and deliciously horny. I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life, and I knew I was enjoying cock more and more. Sucking and being fucked, this was something I could only do with another guy. A girl could never know what it was like to have a cock, but one guy knows instinctively what another guy needs. What he needs to have done with his cock. And his ass.

As I continued to suck Dave’s shaft, I saw Adam move to stand over him, offering him his cock. Dave eagerly sucked him in. I realized that it must be the black guy fucking me so deeply. Adam squatted a little, so his ass was near my face. For a moment, I left Dave’s cock and started to lick around Adam’s tasty ass. kocaeli escort He moaned in appreciation, and thrust his hips back and forth, fucking Dave’s mouth, and enjoying my rimming at the same time. It was a little awkward, so I returned to Dave’s cock. Grabbing the base of his shaft in one hand, I sucked him harder and deeper, determined to make him cum. Meanwhile, Lynn began to pump his cock more urgently into my ass. His cock stiffened, and then he grabbed my hips, holding himself against me, fully inside me, as he cried out, shooting his warm mancream into the depths of my anus. I could feel his cock pulsing and jerking in me, and the sensation of warmth spraying somewhere deep up my bowels. This made me suck even harder on Dave’s cock, and then he began to come too, his cock stiffening completely as he unloaded into my mouth. I took my first load of cum in my mouth, holding it there, enjoying the tangy saltyness of it. There was so much of it, and I made sure I tasted every drop, swallowing it down with relish. Soon after Adam began to come too, right inside Dave’s mouth. Dave swallowed it all down too.

We rested for a while. I was the only one who hadn’t come yet, so I took Dave’s place, lying back on the bed, while Adam squatted over me, lowering his asshole onto my cock and guiding me inside him. I lay there while he did all the work, facing me while he rode my cock with his juicy fuckhole. He leaned forward and kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. It was so horny, kissing this guy as fucked me deep into his tight ass. I loved fucking him. My second guy, my second asshole. I was developing a taste for this.

Suddenly Adam pulled off, and moved up to thrust his now hardening cock into my mouth. Fuck, I hadn’t even come yet. He started to fuck my mouth. His cock tasted great, but I needed release. Dave and Lynn moved to either side of my cock and started to lick me. They took it in turns to lick my balls, sucking one then the other into their mouths, licking my shaft, sucking my bulging cockhead. This truly was heaven. Two guys sucking me off, while I sucked a cock. I cried out and thrust my hips off the bed as cum started spraying into the air. Dave quickly clamped his lips over my cock to take my cum into his mouth. As I finished cumming, I watched him share it with Lynn as they kissed. Adam started cumming again, and I swallowed my second load of sticky cum. His tasted a little different, but that tangyness that I was growing to love was still there.

The four of us lay there, enjoying the afterglow.

“This is Mike,” said Dave. I laughed.

“Mike isn’t gay,” he said to the others, smiling. “But he may just be a little bi.”

I grinned. “All I know is, that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had. I loved fucking you guys.”

“It’s true,” said Lynn, “When there aren’t any women around, I still need to fuck.” He looked at me with a sly smile. “But the more you fuck other guys, the more you learn to love it by itself. There’s nothing like it.”

I couldn’t have agreed more.

I welcome all feedback, particularly from guys like me who have yet to experience man on man sex. This is just fantasy so far, but I wouldn’t mind it happening. Happy to correspond.

My husband had finally packed all of his things, and was now standing at the front door, staring at me from behind dark sunglasses. His mouth was a straight line, tight, his eyebrows drawn together. I wasn’t sure if he’d been angry or feeling regret. I couldn’t have cared any less at that point. I just wanted him to walk out of that door, and hopefully out of my life. He opened his mouth to speak, but I held up a hand.

“No, Chayton. Just leave,” I said.

“Alessa, come on, we can work this—”

“God damn it, Chayton, I said no! Now leave!” I screamed, pointing a rigid finger toward the door. Thankfully, he said nothing else, turning away. He shouldered his duffel bag, and grabbed his suitcase. He paused when he opened the door, and I expressed my exasperation with a sigh. Not only because he was letting in chilly, December air, but because he felt like he had to keep talking. I wrapped my silk robe tighter around myself, my nipples suddenly becoming attentive.

“What, Chayton?” I asked, making a point to use his full name. “What could you possibly want to say to me?”

“I’m sorry,” he said dourly, his head down. “For everything. Really.”

“That’s a fucking laugh Chayton. You weren’t too sorry when you were fucking your so-called ‘cousin’ of yours.” I turned away, walking toward the kitchen, thankful that the children were away at school. They didn’t need to hear any of this. “I’ll have movers send over your crap.”

I heard him let out a defeated sigh, followed by the door closing shut with an angry rattle. I glanced over my shoulder, hearing car doors slam, and the engine roar to life, then the sweet sound of tires screeching hurriedly against pavement, the roar of the engine fading into the distance.

Finally, he was gone.

I wouldn’t have to put up with his bullshit anymore. No more staying up at odd hours of the night waiting for him, only to fall asleep and then feel him sliding into the covers at three in the morning. No more tears from discovering phone numbers in his pockets. No more lame excuses. No more bullshit. It was over, and I was free. Free. I probably should have felt upset or something, but that word—Free—seemed to keep a smile on my face.

Padding bare feet into the kitchen, I snagged the phone hanging near the fridge, and dialed Nicholas, my best friend Velia’s hot little brother. I figured that I could get him to help me gather the rest of my husband’s shit . . . among other things. The phone rang for a moment before he answered, sounding groggy. I glanced at the clock. It was just five minutes till two.

“Jesus, Neeko, were you sleep?” I asked, releasing the front of my purple silk robe, letting it hang open. I was, of course, completely nude underneath.

“Lessa?” He said, coughing. He waited a long moment before saying anything else, probably wiping the sleep from his eyes. “Of course I was sleep, it’s like . . .” A pause, and then a curse. “Fuck, it’s after 12 already?”

“Yessiree-bob,” I said with a laugh.

“Wow . . . well, it is my day off,” he reasoned. “What’s up, Lessa?”

“Well . . . Chay’s gone. His bullshit finally caught up to him.”

“Damn, Lessa, I’m sorry to hear that,” He said with a bit of uncertainty. He probably didn’t know whether to be joyous or consoling.

“Don’t be, hun,” I said. “I do need someone to help me gather all of his crap so that I can send it to his brother’s, though.”

“Sure, when do you need me?”

“Is . . . now fine?”

“Now?”

I could already see the smile creeping up on his deviant little lips. Though he’d never made a move against me—out of respect for my sham of a marriage—but he never hid the fact that he wanted me. From the little comments he’d make about my weight being sexy, to catching him watching me with amorous eyes. Velia had even told me once that Nicholas has had a thing for me for years.

And with Chayton gone . . . I could finally do as I pleased, whom I pleased. Nicholas in particular. I suddenly felt a twinge in my pussy . . .

God, Velia is going to kill me, I thought amusingly.

“Sure, now is fine,” he continued. izmit rus escort “Just let me grab a shower and I’ll head right on over, alright?”

“Awesome, hon. The door’ll be open when you get here,” I said, leaning back against the fridge, my fingers aching to give my pussy a bit of attention. I suppressed the urge.

We exchanged our goodbyes and hung up, and I let out a deep breath. He was really coming over, and I intended on seducing him! I hadn’t seduced anyone since . . . well . . . ever! Anxiety filled me, twisting in my gut. What the hell was I going to do? What if he didn’t respond to my advancements? And suddenly my age became a factor, a liability. I was thirty-eight years old, and Nicholas was barely 25. How was he really going to find me and my overweight, thirty-eight year old body attractive? I almost had a mind to rush to my computer to see if there was a way to drop from a size 16 to a 5 in ten minutes.

Stop being silly, Alessa, a voice told me. You know good and well that he wants you. Just show off those tits of yours and he’ll be filling you with cock before you know it.

I felt myself smile, looking down at my 38G breasts. My nipples were still hard, like little rocks, yearning to be touched and sucked and squeezed. My insecurities suddenly felt silly. This little seduction bit wasn’t going to take much effort. Not much effort at all.

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“Hey, Lessa,” Nicholas said, kissing my cheek as I leaned into do the same. He’d arrived in thirty minutes, smelling like Irish Spring and fresh deodorant. Despite the cold, he wore a short-sleeved shirt, black, with a silkscreen of Kurt Cobain smoking a cigarette printed on the front. He wore some old gray sweat pants, and well-used running shoes. He didn’t look like he was wearing socks. The cold didn’t seem to bother him.

God had blessed Nicholas with a magnificent body. He was tall—a whole head taller than myself—lean, well-muscled, though he insisted that he’d never worked out a day in his life. He kept his dark hair trimmed short, finger-length, just a tad shorter than my own blond locks. The sun had colored his skin a beautiful bronze color.

I felt my pussy twinge again when my breasts moved against him slightly. Though, at there size, it couldn’t have been helped. It didn’t make my pussy any less soaked, however. I held my robe closed at the waist, letting a little bit of cleavage show. Scratch that. “Little bit” might be an understatement in my case.

Either way, I felt satisfied as his dark green eyes occasionally wandered south.

“Hey, Neeko,” I said, turning and making for the master bedroom. I motioned for him to follow. “How was the drive over?”

“Goddamn lunch hour,” he said with annoyance, though he tried to let humor slip through. “People obviously don’t like packing their lunches.”

“Aww, I’m sorry,” though I really wasn’t. I was glad it took him long as it did, I had to tidy up the house a little bit, after all.

I led him into me and my husband’s bedroom. I’d made the king-sized bed, and piled my husband’s business suits in a pile next to his other clothes by the antique armoire. I’d taken down all of the pictures of me and Chayton, and tossed them into the garbage, so the coral walls were bare except for the occasional black nail.

When Nicholas stepped further into the bedroom, I moved to close the door behind him, turning to lean my back against it, trapping him. He turned, a confused grin curling his perfect mouth upward. I suppressed the urge to lick my lips, feeling like I could devour him right then and there. He lifted a brow.

“Lessa?” He asked, bemused.

“I have to be honest with you, Neeko,” I said. “I really don’t need your help getting my husband’s shit together.”

Sureness showed in his expression then, as if he’d known what I was going to say next. He stalked toward me, his steps slow and careful.

“Truth be told,” I continued, closing my eyes. Shame was crawling up into my chest, but I’d gotten this far. “I really want you to fuck me. I want you to throw me on the bed, and fuck my brains izmit escort out. Call me filthy names, smack my ass, and fuck me.” When I reopened my eyes, I discovered him standing before me, his shirt removed, on the floor behind him with his shoes. His sweat pants were pulled down slightly, showing off his midriff. He wore no underwear, it seemed. And I could see his cock pressing against the front of his pants, twitching as it tried to point toward me.

I … am so wet, I realized. My robe was open, my plentiful breasts revealed, aching for him to touch them. He was so close, I could feel the heat emanating from him.

He was still smiling, like a deviant little child.

“Feeling is definitely mutual, Lessa,” he said, and smoothed his hand against my belly. I jumped, suddenly feeling self-conscious, but he continued to smile, tracing his fingers along my tummy and up in-between my breasts. I felt like I was going to cum, in that very instant. I felt like I could have exploded from his touch, from his mere presence.

He pressed against me, my chest against his. I could feel his hand teasing my left nipple now, and I bit my lower lip.

“So . . .” he said in a secret, seductive tone. “How bad do you want me to do those things to you? Really.”

My clit throbbed, his other hand moving its fingers along my slit, covering his digits in warm pussy juices. He’d slipped a finger inside of me, just the tip, teasing me. I gnawed harder on my bottom lip, feeling my eyebrows draw together. Unconsciously, my hips moved against him.

“Bad,” I breathed. “Really . . . really bad. Please, Neeko, don’t tease me.”

He lowered himself onto his knees and sat back on his feet, smiling. He spread my legs some, and buried his face into my pussy, sliding his hot tongue along my slit. Luckily, Chayton had preferred me bare down there. I let out a sharp breath, and sucked in, feeling his tongue move against my slit, my hole, my clit. My hands scrambled for something to hold onto, but there was nothing close enough. I settled for my tits, massaging them and pinching my nipples between my fingers.

In-between the sucking noises, I could hear him moan. God, I thought. He’s frickin’ enjoying this! Chayton had never liked eating her out. It’d always been a fucking chore. But now . . . her legs almost gave out from under her. He shook his head, whipping his tongue left and right against my clit, and I bounced slightly, my robed back sliding against the door behind me. I took one of my nipples into my mouth, sucking hungrily while Nicholas’ ravenous mouth slurped at my cunt.

“God!” I moaned. “I’m . . . I’m . . . I’m . . .” I tried to tell him that I was coming, but the ecstasy gagged my words. Still, he seemed to get the picture, and I felt his tongue move against my hole—inside my hole.

“FUCK!” I cried.

My entire body tensed, and I exploded in orgasm, my legs and hips moving spasmodically. My moans became sobbing breaths, and my hands clambered for him—anything.

I almost didn’t feel him lift me and carry me onto the bed. Hell, I’m not even sure how he did. C’mon, you’re not that heavy, Alessa, I told myself. Finally, I felt myself calm down, and when I was able to see straight again, my pussy lips twitching, I saw him crawling onto the bed. Completely nude this time.

He sat himself up on his knees, and I sat up on my elbows, gazing at his cock. It was long and rigid, thick and throbbing. Downright beautiful. I could see a string of precum dripping from the tip of his cock, and my pussy started aching again. It needed that thing in me. It needed to be abused. His hands moved along my thick thighs, up to the back of my knees. He leaned up and inward, and then I felt him enter me, my walls expanding around his veiny shaft, a jolt of electrical pleasure spilling throughout my thighs, and my belly in waves. I sucked in a quick breath, eyes rolling to the back of my skull.

“Beautiful little fat pussy,” he said, dragging his hips back and then thrusting into me again, and again. There was something about his words that made me even hotter, though I wasn’t sure which.

“Oooh, kocaeli escort fuck me! Fuck me, Neeko!” I grunted as he drilled into me again, my body crying out in pleasure as he impaled me with that lengthsome cock of his.

“You like gettin’ fucked huh, you fat little slut?” He said, and my eyes widened.

I suddenly realized what had gotten me so hot.

He was calling me fat. And I loved it. Absolutely adored it.

“Fuck yes!” I yelped. “Fuck this fat slut, slam that big dick in my fat cunt! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it Fuck it . . .!” My words trailed off into breathless whimpers, my eyes squeezed shut. His thrusts became harder and faster, my words apparently having an effect on him. And I writhed and moaned, feeling his cock slid into my sopping cunt. He’d let go of my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into me. I wanted more . . . and more. I wanted him to fill me with cum.

“You want to fill me up with your cum? Huh? ” I asked, but it wasn’t really a question. I looked up into his eyes, seeing the passion and hunger—the animal. “You want to fill this fat pussy up with your cum?”

“Nuh-uh,” he said, punctuating each syllable with a slow, hard, deep thrust, my tits bouncing up toward my face. “I’m going to fill that mouth of yours up with cum,” he sat up, pulling his cock free of my cunt, and slapped the underside of his cock against my pussy lips. I writhed even more, my pussy hungry for his cock, and my mouth hungry for his hot cum. I wanted it. I wanted to be fucking covered in it.

We both grunted as he slid it back inside, and rolled me over atop of him. I sat astride him, his cock buried deep into my pussy. His hand slapping against my ass got me moving, bucking my hips against him, the sting of his strike morphing into pleasure. And I yearned for me.

“Do it again! Fuck, do it again! Slap this fat ass! Aiee!” I yelped, feeling him smack it again. His teeth gnawed on his bottom lip. I continued to work, moving my hips against him in circles, grinding his cock inside of me. My pale skin flushed with heat, and I felt another orgasm coming. I saw a smile flash across his lips.

“You about to come?” He asked, pulling me close to him, my tits swaying heavily in his face. He spread my cheeks, sliding his fingers down my crack and pausing at my asshole. I gasped, unsure of what he was going to do.

He shoved one of his fingers inside.

I winced, yelping. A mixture of pain and pleasure running through me.

He dug it deeper, and deeper, and began thrusting up into me, bouncing me on his cock whilst his finger slid in and out of my asshole.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m going to fucking . . .!”

“Cum, bitch. Cum!” He demanded through clinched teeth, using his other hand to slap against my ass again, his cock slamming into me with merciless thrusts. He was so deep. So fucking deep. It didn’t take long for me to release all over his cock, for me to practically have a seizure on top of him, my entire body twitching with pleasure.

And he continued to pound into me, harder and faster still. I could feel tears burning in the corners of my eyes. It felt so good, his fingers in my ass, and his cock dug deep in my pussy.

He rolled me onto my back again, and before I knew it his cock was waving heavily in my face. I welcomed it into my mouth, just in time, feeling his seed spill warmly into my mouth, his cum bittersweet. I swallowed as much as I could without gagging, letting it dribble down my chin and neck. His body spasmed, and I sucked him, my lips smiling around his cock. I sighed breaking my mouth away from his cock, kissing the tip. His chest heaved, as did mine.

And that’s when we heard a knock at the front door, and the loud squeal of school bus brakes.

My eight year-old daughter was home.

“Mommy?” She called in her normal cheerful tone. “I’m home!”

Nicholas shot me a look, and I grinned nervously. “You mind hopping into the bathroom real quick and getting dressed?” I asked.

Nicholas smiled back, shaking his head. “Not at all.”

“Good,” I said, spanking his cute behind. He leapt from the bed, gathered his clothes, and made for the bathroom. I got up myself, my robe still on, wrapping it closed. I could tell little Amalia that uncle Neeko was just fixing something in the bedroom . . .

Fixing something indeed.

It was sheer luck that they were able to meet at the airport. There was a one hour overlap during which Sunita was in the arrival hall and Shyam in departure. They agreed to meet though it was going to be very brief. Sunita was unsure about the meeting. “What could be achieved in such a short visit and that too in such a public place?” she wondered. Yet she was the one who had enforced all the practicality of this arrangement.

Shyam was happy to meet with her. Any opportunity to meet her was fine and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted her walking out of the arrival hall. Her eyes were looking for him and he noticed the flash of flesh from the midriff as she hefted her bag onto her shoulder.

They met in the short alley between the two terminals, which is not much used by anyone. She was wearing a traditional saree as she was headed home for the karvachauth festival, in which the woman prays for her husband’s well being. She was decked with jewelry, gold bangles, necklaces, and her mangalsutra was all the more prominent. She had red vermilion on her forehead which made her look so full and so radiant. God, he loved her like this, she seemed so much like a homely woman. And yet, as his eyes traveled the line of low cut blouse, and the spot on her chest where the pendant of the mangalsutra nestled, he felt the hardon instantly and wondered why they had not chosen to meet in a more private place.

“Hi!” she said, her eyes gleaming at the excitement of having made the rendezvous happen.

“It’s great to see you,” he replied, his eyes on her lovely neck, and wandering down to her locket and then the swell of her modest-sized breasts. The locket shimmered on the chest, the flawless and delicate skin providing a reposing place for the ornament.

“What are you looking at?” she asked, knowing the answer very well. She knew he was eyeing the expanse of her skin and it thrilled her. She was reasonably modest in her dressing, but Shyam just undressed her with his eyes and it needed just that much to feel the slickness she now felt between her legs.

“Nothing,” he lied, shifting uncomfortably to try and hide his obvious arousal. Then on an impulse he pulled her to him and gave her a hug, holding her to himself. In that moment she lost herself. Her hesitation to meet another man in a public place gave way to her desire to hold his barrel like torso and feel his chest. She put her arms around him and buried her face in his chest and murmured, “Oh, Shyam!”

His hand went to her head and he rubbed her, cradling the soft head of hair to his body. Her hand ran down his chest and quickly traveled down to his crotch just to get a sense of his arousal. He would be aroused, izmit rus escort she knew for sure. Shyam could not be with her and not have that rich swollen cock! And yes, her hand found the truth; he was completely hard. She ran her hand over the thickness trapped in his pants and found the head. She leaned up and kissed him, her thumb running circles on the head which she had located.

He gasped as he felt her thumb caress the sensitive spot on his head. He jerked every time she crossed the precise tender spot where the caress had maximum impact. He groaned, his chin resting on the top of her head. She smiled and sighed, looking up at him. Where he felt desperation, she felt joy at having her man where she wanted him. This part of her amazed him; the ability to meet like this and get satisfaction from a situation of maddening arousal.

She slipped her hand down the front of his trousers and through the waistband of his underpants and held the pillar in her hands. The bangles jangled as she made the distance, and the warmth of his twitching cock felt familiar in her small hands. She sighed again, the fullness of that cock satisfying her. That moment her hand became the sheath of her pussy and she just held him, her fingers applying varying pressure, so that it felt like waves washing on him.

He shuddered and buried his face in her neck, his passion uncontrollable now. She felt the wetness in the palm of her hand and suddenly knew she wanted more. She quickly pulled out her hand and made him lean on the wall. She bent forward and quickly snapped open his trousers, her saree pallu falling as she leaned forward. The half draped saree, the leaning woman, her necklace hanging, her low cut blouse revealing the black bra which held her breasts was a dizzying sight for Shyam. The blaze of traditional colors and jewelry made her look magnificent, and the heat of her interaction with him made her seem so wanton. The combination of a vibrant turnout with wanton lust was a heady one.

When she pulled down his underpants, his cock fully reflected his arousal at the sight of Sunita in this mood and attire. It was a full surging cock, hard as it had ever been, every vein full and distended, the smear of precum around the head testimony to her handiwork as of now.

As she leaned forward her necklace touched and the edge of the gold metalwork made him shrink. Her hand grabbed the full trunk of cock and she gently moved her hand forward and back. Pulling back slowly, till the entire cockhead was unsheathed and the precum oozed out. And then pulling forward fully till the head was completely fisted and pleasured. The jingle jangle of her bangles slowly acquired a rhythm izmit escort as she set a pace for herself. As her hand pulled back and the cockhead unsheathed, she ran the thumb over the head and Shyam gasped and cried out, “Aaaaah!”

She was so skilful at harnessing the wetness of his cock and smearing it all over so her hand could pump mercilessly.

She now put one hand on the wall behind Shyam for support and the other hand fisted his cock expertly. Her face was downwards concentrating on his cock, her necklace swinging with her motions, and the gentle jangling of ornaments establishing a clear rhythm. Her lips hung open, the lower one wide and wet, the glistening saliva a spontaneous response to the delicious sight she beheld below.

She looked up at Shyam, and their eyes met. His head was thrown back but his eyes were downward drinking the sight of Sunita’s small delicate hand, handling his cock and pleasuring him to levels of new madness. Her face muscles were clenched with the pent up sexual tension in her, and she could not smile at him as she was wont to. Looking at him, the only thing she felt was what her hand and fingers spoke to him. She increased the pace of her hand sliding up and down. The wetness was everywhere. She felt the thickness in her palm and her fingers played with the trunk of cock and the thumb ran over the head with each thrust.

She knew Shyam could not be made to cum so easily. But she had to leave. She now pulled back the skin a little bit more so the cockhead swelled up ever more. She paused. And then she fucked his cock with her hand hard and with a vengeance. She fisted hard in short rapid jerks as the clenched fist ran hard over the head several times. Her wrist ached and she changed hands. She looked like a slut now, working her miracles on an insatiable cock, her clothes and occasion a complete contrast to what she was doing. The top portion of her saree fell to the ground and she pounded at the cock wanting to make him cum.

Shyam reached down and pinched at her nipple through the blouse. She gasped. Her hand twisted on the cock. She felt the thickness swell. She knew he was near. “Cum, baby! Cum for your Sunita!” she pleaded with him. “Fill my hands with your cum, baby!”

Shyam felt the semen surging in his cock. He held her wrist. He needed her to allow it to spurt at its height. He modulated the fisting now. She looked up at him not comprehending what he was doing. His eyes were closed. He held her wrist and pulled back, allowing the sensation to build up. Then a quick move up and back. And time to allow the buildup. And then he moved her hand rapidly over his head only. As the eruption began, he pulled her wrist back completely so kocaeli escort the sheath was pulled back. The head stood there swollen and ready for a second, and then the thick cum spewed out. A long arc of semen. She smiled, the wide open lower lip making the smile seem raunchy. She moved back a bit to let it fall. And yet one small speck flew and found her shoulder.

Her eyes were glued to the cock as with every jerk the white fluid flowed over her fingers and hand. There was so much there pent up for her. She ran her hand slowly gently up and down. Milking and taking as much of cum there was for her. She allowed it to flow over her clenched fist and she used it to pump his cock more and more. The sight of her allowing her hands to be smeared thus was very satisfying to Shyam. Sunita had come a long distance from the uneasy feeling she had described in feeling Karan’s semen. She seemed at home milking Shyam for his cream.

Shyam jerked and trembled, as each pump gave him exquisite pleasure and released as much of his cum as he had for her. The cock twitched and spewed in dribbles that came to a halt. Sunita slowed down and just held his cock. She pressed herself against him, her open wet lips on his neck. She wiped her hands on the underpants, and her hands moved over his back, the remaining smudged on the back of his denim shirt.

He stood there against the wall, weak from her assault on his erection. And she leaned against him weak from wanting relief.

But she only knew how to take in a full cock and fuck with wholesomeness. Masturbation was some distance away, she thought, as she leaned in to Shyam. One day her Shyam would have to take her there.

For now, she wished she had asked him to schedule flights differently and made private arrangements. The idea that they could meet and yet contain their lust, had yet to work. But she knew she had to get home on time for the Karvachauth puja. She pressed her chest against him and rubbed a little, giving her aching nipples the relief of a caress. Her hand pulled up the long pallu of her saree and she draped it around both of them to hold him close.

She rubbed his shoulder and her hands went down and pulled his undershorts up over his now depleted cock. She pulled up his trouser and left him to do the buttoning. Suddenly she pulled back and the pallu was now in place. Yes, there were stray strands of hair. There was a certain flushed red in her face. All that only made her look more luscious.

Sunita pulled away and walked off, his eyes on her sexy rolling behind. He knew that before the day was done, she would have met up with Karan and in the atmosphere of a wife’s dedication and prayer for her husband, Karan would have taken her and possessed her in the manner Shyam deserved to fuck and fill Sunita.

And yet, there would be on her hand the residue of her Shyam’s seed, and somewhere on her blouse, one spot – a testimony to where her desires lay.