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Alp sayesinde ilk cinsel ilişkimi eşcinsel olarak da olsa yaşamıştım. Artık evin içinde birbirimize karşı çok rahattık. Her türlü sohbeti yapıyorduk, birbirimizin yanında üzerimizi değişiyorduk ve canımız çektikçe birbirimizi sikiyorduk. Alp yine eve kız atmaya devam ediyordu.

Ayşe ile arkadaşlığımız ise duygusal yönde ilerlemeye başlamıştı. Ayşe’nin güzel bir yüzü vardı ama fizik çok düzgün değildi. Biraz balık etliydi ama temiz kalpli bir insandı. Birbirimize hoşlandığımızı direkt olarak söylemesek de bakışlarımızla belli ediyorduk. Derslerde artık birlikte oturmaya başlamıştık. Tenefüslerde takıldığımız sorularla ilgili fikir alışverişi yapıyorduk.

Kış gelmişti. Havalar soğumuştu. Artık kaloriferler yanacaktı. Doğal olarak apartmanda kömür parası toplanıyordu. Babalarımızı aradık, bu ay gönderemeyeceklerini söylediler ikisi de… Kara kara düşünmeye başladık. Önce yöneticiyle görüştük, birinden borç almamızı tavsiye etti. Öğrenci adama kim borç verirdi. Ev sahibimiz Fatma Hanımla görüşmeye karar verdik. Fatma Hanım 42 yaşında bir Asker eşi… Fatma Hanımın Eşi Hakkari’de Assubay olarak görev yapıyor. Eşini hiç görmemiştik. Bizim oturduğumuz daire ile birlikte 4’ü bu apartmanda olmak üzere 10 tane dairesi bulunmakta… Evi tutarken bize çok kolaylık sağlamıştı. Millet bize fahiş fiyatlar söylerken Fatma Hanım “Benim kızım da İstanbul’da öğrenci. Öğrencinin halinden Anadolu Yakası Escort anlarım.” demiş ve ödeyebileceğimiz bir miktarda anlaşmıştık.

Fatma Hanımın kapısına geldik ve zile bastık. Kapıyı biraz geç açtı. Üzerinde şeffaf bir gecelik vardı. Kilot ve sütyeni belli oluyordu. Fatma Hanım düzgün bir fiziğe sahipti. Özellikle göğüsleri çok iriydi. Sonradan öğrendik, evlenmeden önce mankenlik de yapmış. 20 yaşında evlenince ev hanımı olmuş. Bizi içeriye buyur etti. Oturma odasına geldik. Koltuklara oturduk. Durumumuzu anlattık. “Dert etmeyin böyle şeyleri… Siz benim kiracım olduğunuz sürece size sıkıntı yaşatmam.” dedi. Çok sevinmiştik. “Kirayı erteleyeceksiniz öyleyse.” dedi Alp. Fatma Hanım “İsterseniz sizden hiç kira almam ama bir şartım var.” dedi. Herhalde evin bir işini yaptıracak dedik. “Benim eşim Hakkari’de… 4 aydır yok. Anca telefonda görüşüyoruz.” dedi. Yanındaki çantadan vibratör çıkardı. Şaşkın şaşkın bakmaya başladık. “4 aydır bununla idare ediyorum. Beni sikmenizi istiyorum.” dedi. Alp “Sizin gibi güzel bir bayanı kim sikmek istemez. Şeref duyarız. Sizi sikmek isteyecek çok insan var. Neden biz?” dedi. Fatma Hanım; “Çapkın şey… Sen azdırdın beni. Her gün kızları inletişini duyuyorum. Üstümde oturuyorsunuz. Aklımda hiç böyle birşey yoktu. Siz gelmeden önce vibratörle kendimi tatmin ediyordum. Yarım kaldı. Sizin de probleminizi Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan öğrenince, kendi problemimi böyle çözebileceğim aklıma geldi. İlk senle yapacağız çapkın çocuk. Yalnız aramızda kalacak, yoksa ikiniz de evsiz kalırsınız.” dedi. Yatak odasına geçtik. Alp ile Fatma Hanım öpüşmeye başladı. Alp, Fatma Hanımı okşayarak soymaya başladı. Çırıl çıplak kaldığında ilk defa karşımda çıplak kadın vücudu görüyordum. Gördüğüm vücut muhteşemdi. Porno dergilerdeki kadınlardan daha seksi idi. “O siktiğim kızlardan daha güzelsiniz. Bir seks kraliçesi gibisiniz.” şeklinde iltifatlar ediyordu. Sonra Alp de soyundu. Fatma Hanımın amcığını yalamaya başladı. Fatma Hanım “Yarrağın kocamınkinden büyükmüş. Çok güzel yarrağın var. Kızların neden öyle bağırdığını şimdi anladım.” dedi. Alp “Siz bir de Mehmet’in yarrağını görün. O daha büyük.” dedi. Fatma Hanım bundan büyükleri de mi oluyormuş. Sen de soyunsana Mehmet. Ne bakınıyorsun, gel yanımıza…” dedi. Ben de soyundum. Son olarak kilotumu çıkardığımda Fatma Hanımın ağzı açık kaldı. “O ne öyle keser sapı gibi… Bana sığar mı o?” dedi. “Ayakta bekleme, gel yanıma, ağzıma ver onu…” dedi. Alp “İlk defa milli olacak. Onun için çekingen daha önce hiç bir kadınla yapmadı.” dedi. “Erkekle yattı mı?” dedi. “Sığmaz dediğiniz yarrağı götüme aldım. Bir birbirimizi sikiyoruz” dedi. “Ooo…” dedi. Sonra yarrağımı Escort Anadolu Yakası yalamaya başladı. İlk defa yarrağımı birisi ağzına almıştı. Sadece başı sığmıştı ağzına. Çok güzel somuruyordu. Müthiş zevk alıyordum. O sırada Alp de yarrağını sokmuştu. Gitgel yapıyordu. Ben de üzerimdeki utangaçlığı atıp göğüslerini okşamaya başlamıştım. Fatma “Aferin, aferin… Öğreniyorsun.” dedi. Sömurmaya devam etti. Çok geçmeden ağzına boşaldım. Fatma yarrağımı ağzından çıkarmadan bütün spermlerimi yuttu. 5 dakika sonra da Alp boşaldı. Alp’in yerini aldım. Alp “Yavaş yavaş git gel yaparak sok. Sakın acele etme. Yırtarsın.” dedi. İlk defa bir amcığa girecektim. Fatma Hanım acemiliğimi bildiği için eliyle yarrağımı tuttu ve değine dayadı. Hafif ittirdim. Az önce sikildiği için amcığı kaygan idi. Zorda olsa başını soktum. Fatma “Iğğğhhhh…. Ağğğhhh…” Şeklinde sesler çıkarmaya başladı. “Bu nedir böyle, bekaretimi verirken böyle acı çekmemiştim.” dedi. Çok fazla sokmadan gitgel yapmaya devam ettim. Bu sırada da Alp yarrağını Fatma’nın ağzına vermişti. Bu şekilde gitgel yaparken köküne kadar girmeyi başarmıştık. Artık köküne kadar sokup çekiyordum. Rüyada gibiydim. Porno dergilerden çıkmış bir vücuda sahip bir kadını sikiyordum. Acı dolu inlemeler zevk inlemelerine dönmüştü. “Artık Alp eve kız attığında senin dışarı çıkmana gerek yok. Bana gelirsin.” dedi. Çok mutluydum. Üniversite sınavını kazandığımda bile bu kadar mutlu olmamıştım. Fatma zevk dolu inlemelerle “Boşalıyorum…” dedi. Ardında son bir köklemeyle bende boşaldım.

Bundan sonraki günler Fatma’nın söylediği gibi oldu. Alp eve kızlardan birini attığında ben de Fatma’nın yanına gidiyordum. Diğer günler Alp de bize katılıyordu.

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Of course, now that they had finally been together, Richard is unavailable again (at a physician’s conference in San Diego). To drown her sorrows Molly orders a large jar of sake with her sushi combo. Although she is a bit wobbly as she gets up she decides to walk home instead of taking a cab.

Still depressed, she walks into an Irish pub, hoping that a nightcap will improve her mood. A Guinness and a Bailey’s on top of the sake wasn’t the most brilliant idea, since they probably didn’t mix well, but they did have the effect of making her positively tipsy. Stumbling into the street, Molly almost dives off the curb in front of a taxi (wouldn’t that be ironic?) Luckily she is able to grab onto a signpost and twirls around it a few times, laughing in the face of death.

Molly should probably know better, but a couple blocks later she passes, or rather doesn’t pass, a sports bar – reasoning that she should rest her feet since she was wearing heels. She was way overdressed for the place and when she walked in all eyes were on her. Molly’s first stop was the restroom where she also paused to adjust her dress and maximize her cleavage.

Taking a seat at the corner of the bar, she ordered a pitcher of whatever domestic swill was on special. Pretending to watch hockey on the big screen, Molly played her little game (looking back at the men who inevitably stared at her). Even though she was dating Richard exclusively she could still have a little harmless fun. Every time she would glance back they would turn away like they had been slapped in the face. İstanbul Escort At least two of them caught shit from their wives/girlfriends over it.

Men today are such pussies, Molly thought. A beautiful single woman sits alone at a bar and no one hits on her. So Molly turned up the heat, twisting her barstool sideways with her legs crossed she kicked in time with the music, her left shoe dangling from her toes. Until it went flying and she had to awkwardly snatch it out of the air, almost knocking her pitcher over in the process. Embarrassed, Molly quickly pays her tab and heads for home, until she comes to the French restaurant on her block and convinces herself that she needs a glass of Cabernet to complete her pub crawl.

Finally arriving at her apartment, it must have taken Molly five minutes to find her keys in her purse and get the door open. She couldn’t remember ever being this drunk, but still feeling sorry for herself, she made a Manhattan (with extra cherries, of course). Sitting on the couch she thought about Richard and their encounter in the car, and the dream that started it all, right here on this couch. Taking another sip of her drink, Molly ran her hands over her breasts and sighed. Preparing for what was to come, she flipped the ruined side of the middle cushion back up and grabbed a towel from the kitchen to lay on. She had cleaned it the best she could but it would need to be replaced eventually.

Molly kicked off her heels and peeled off her short black dress. Molly usually fantasized about her current İstanbul Escort Bayan lover or some movie star when she played with herself, but even though they fucked, Molly had not even seen Richard’s cock yet. Besides, she was too intoxicated to think clearly, so she decides to just enjoy herself tonight.

Molly began by stroking her hair and caressing her face and neck. Then she gently ran her fingertips up the inside of her outstretched left arm. Skipping over her breasts for now Molly slid her palm down her stomach and swirled her index finger around her belly button. Continuing onward but wanting to save the best parts for last, Molly raised her leg and stroked her inner thigh with the backs of her fingers.

Having had made herself wait long enough, Molly cupped her breasts with her hands, flicking her nipples with her thumbs until they stiffened. She took the left one into her mouth, which she always seemed to favor. Was it possible to be left-breasted? She giggled at the thought. Releasing her nipple from between her teeth she stuck her thumb in instead and sucked on it. Oh, yeah – she was getting some tonight.

Molly moved her hands to her crotch and spread herself open. When she stuck her fingers inside she was reminded by a sharp pain that she had French tips put on the day before, so she would have to “think outside the box.” Being careful, Molly lubricated her fingers and alternated between sliding them over the tip of her clit and pressing down on it and rubbing in circles. Occasionally she would Escort İstanbul tug on her inner lips and tentatively finger herself.

After what seems like forever, Molly stops. Her pussy feels numb – that had never happened before. Reaching over to the end table for her drink she accidentally dips her fingers into the glass. Taking a gulp, her juices combine with the bourbon and cherries to make the perfect Manhattan. Returning to work, the alcohol stings briefly. Molly realizes that she literally and figuratively has “whiskey clit.” Thinking she may be dreaming, Molly glances at her watch – it is indeed 11:03, just as it was the last time. Trying to get things started again, she begins slapping her pussy.

“Wake up, kitty”

Still nothing, then harder.

“Bad kitty!”

Returning to her clit, Molly realizes that in addition to the loss of sensation she has gone completely dry. That is also a first for her. Checking her watch again, it was difficult for her to tell the time as all the alcohol she drank continued to enter her bloodstream. With some concentrated squinting she was able to determine that it was 11:07 – so this wasn’t a dream after all.

Also, that would mean that she had been going at it for over an hour. She was going to need some assistance if she was going to finish. Struggling to stand upright, the room spinning wildly, Molly resorts to crawling to her bedroom.

Just climbing into bed felt like a major accomplishment. Reaching into her nightstand she grabbed her favorite toy and some lube (it was two months expired, but she was too drunk to care). Applying the buzzer to her clit, Molly realizes that even this is only vaguely pleasurable and pointless, like a Sunday drive. She inserts the vibrator and closes her eyes until the battery runs out. Finally admitting defeat, Molly passes out face-down in her pillow.

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My best friend’s sister waited patiently on the bed as I made my way up to her. She was all woman, beautiful and nude, and the sight of her perfect pussy, in all its smooth splendor, was enough to make me want to peel those vertical lips apart as I climbed up into the bed with her. I knew, however, if I started there first, she would not get the full effect. I wanted to tease her, to bring her to the edge just as slowly and rhythmically as she had done to me. As I crawled past her succulent sweetness, I smelled the scent of sexual desire evade her perfect perforation. It was all I could do to keep myself from peeling open her pussy as I made my way to her breasts. I wanted to play with her nipples first. When I first saw them, I knew they were the first part of her that I wanted to give attention. Besides, playing with my girlfriend’s breasts and nipples always got her juices flowing. To build up sensation in my best friend’s sister, I started running my fingers across her stomach, slowly, letting her feel my fingers trail up to where Ümraniye Escort my hands wanted to be. I could feel her skin move, as if it were crawling under my fingertips. She was getting aroused. Even before my hand reached her firm breasts, the pink middle rose in anticipation of my touch. She started to moan as I moved closer to her sweet mounds and finally, my hand found her right breast. Slowly, I slid my finger across the soft warm moist skin of her breast, feeling the firmness of its slopes until my fingertip was in line with the pinkish round flesh that formed a perfect circle at its center. Slowly, I ran my finger around it, encircling the erect peak of its middle, feeling the tiny bumps that gave so much sensation. She started to breath harder and moan deeper. When I touched her erect nipple, she let the moan escape her lips and arched her body deeper into the bed. Her nipple was firm and rigid and longed for a touch, like it was calling out to be tweaked. I flicked it with my thumb and finger Ümraniye Escort Bayan and then gently took it between them, feeling the heat in it. She moaned even more. As she did and I massaged her nipple, I watched her left nipple react in the same way her right one did. She was definitely stimulated and I wondered how much in a certain spot. I had to find out. Slowly, I let my hand drift down her body, feeling its curves and smoothness along the way. Her skin was moist with desire and soft to the touch. Once I was at her stomach, I circled her belly button and then moved lower. I never looked down to watch what I was doing. I used my sense of touch and listened to her sounds of pleasure to guide my way. My hand went lower and I felt the smooth area right above her perfect slit. It was hot and plump. I knew there was something else plump hiding inside that precious fold. So, my hand went lower, my finger riding between the hot folds of fleshy desire. As I did, she moaned even deeper and spread Escort Ümraniye her legs slightly. She was more than just damp, she was wet, almost to the point of dripping as I felt my finger slide all the way down and I could feel her hot opening almost suck my finger inside her. I brought my hand back up, still running my finger through her hot gash, feeling it begin to engorge. I knew the perfect verticalness of it was not so perfect anymore. I could tell, just by sliding my finger through its wet slickness that it was now beginning to open. I wanted to peel her open the rest of the way. I slid my finger up and down, however, as soon as I felt her hot opening, I let my finger linger there, taunting her hot wetness, moving my finger back and forth as much as I could. She knew what I wanted to do, but she felt the hesitation in my hand. She moaned loudly to let me know she was enjoying it. Then she sighed with a very sexual undertone. I looked up at her face and she smiled while nodding her head, not able to say anything. With that nod, she gave me permission to do what I was physically asking without words. My finger sunk inside her hot wet cavity. I felt her soft supple walls surround my finger. As I moved my finger slowly around in a circle, I felt the damp elasticity give slightly, letting my finger sink a little deeper.

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‘Talk soon xx’, and with that he signed off and was gone. Chloe felt the same way she always did when Jack disappeared, slightly giddy and wanting more. It was late. She should really go to bed – if only she could be going with him. They’d been chatting online for a few weeks now and had some amazing conversations. Once, he’d turned her on so much that she’d stripped off from the waist down as her clothes were rubbing her closer to orgasm, only to find that without clothes was worse, much worse. Every few steps she’d had to stop to try and get her breath back, her whole body trembling, legs like jelly, laughing at the absurdity of it all. They had also had some mundane and daft conversations about tea and milk. No matter what they chatted about they always came back to the prospect of his hard cock deep inside her dripping wet pussy. Chloe knew she wasn’t the only person Jack talked to, she talked to other people too, and it was also possible that he said a lot of the same things to others, but none of that mattered. She wanted him, needed him, craved him. He had an effect on her that no one else had; he clouded her brain over until all she could think about was the two of them together, naked, skin on skin, every touch setting off thousands of nerve endings. She didn’t understand how he did it, but he did, and he did it with such ease. She’d grown used to the clouds, even when she was thinking clearly they were there, lurking, Maltepe Escort ready to envelop her mind with thoughts of him once again. Jack had such a way with words; she often read his messages and could feel her whole body responding to them as though he was touching her. She was spending far too much time staring off into space with a smile playing on her lips as she recalled the messages they had passed back and forth, people were beginning to notice. Someone had even told her she was glowing and had been for a few weeks. Chloe had thanked them and blushed as she’d thought of the reason behind it, desperately fighting off the clouds, trying to keep them at bay until she was on her own once more. During a conversation a couple of days earlier, one that already had her floating in her cloudy brain, trembling in need of his touch, he’d pointed out how easily he would be able to find her, if he were so inclined, based on the few pieces of information he had on her. It was a little scary, so she’d followed his instructions and set up new MSN and Skype accounts. Of course she waited until he’d added her new MSN and she knew it was working properly before deleting him from her other one. She still hadn’t added him on Skype, she was too afraid of the possibilities. Jack had asked her if she wanted a stalker, and he was right, she didn’t. At the same time, the thought of him coming to find Maltepe Escort Bayan her… made her want to be reckless. From that day onwards that she couldn’t get the thought of it out of her mind. They’d talked about meeting up, although, they always managed to get distracted and would discuss certain parts in graphic detail. The first time they saw each other, the first touch, the knowing smiles, the first kiss, their need for each other overcoming everything else and making their way to the hotel room in a rush to be alone and tear each other’s clothes off. Chloe woke up the next morning smiling, she sighed as she stretched imagining how much Jack would enjoy the noise, if only he were laid in bed next to her. Rolling onto her back she ran a hand down her body, her nipples were rock hard, she lightly pinched each one before moving her hand further down wishing it was his, over her stomach, over the patch of hair covering her mound, running her finger lightly over the hood covering her clit. She could already feel some wetness, the lower her hand went the more she found, the tops of her thighs were covered too. She smiled as she thought of the dreams she must have had. She dipped a finger inside herself, bringing it to her mouth for a taste, wishing she could offer it to Jack for him to taste her. Chloe moved her fingers back to her clit, she’d have to be careful so she didn’t Escort Maltepe wake Nick. Lazily she circled her swollen nub, imagining Jack’s head between her legs, teasing her with his tongue. Slowly she increased the pressure and the speed, bringing herself closer to orgasm. As she did she thought of Jack moving his body over hers, lining his cock up with the entrance of her wet pussy, pushing himself inside her, feeling herself stretch around him as he pushes in further, deeper. Moaning as the orgasm threatened to hit, trembling at the thought of him fucking her, cumming with him deep inside her. Then, nothing. Chloe cried out in frustration, she hadn’t cum in almost two weeks despite the best efforts of her fiancé and herself. Jack had a lot to answer for. “Chloe? What’s wrong?” Nick rolled over to face her, still half asleep, moving his head from side to side as though he were trying to spot a potential threat. “Ugh, nothing.” She stomped off to the bathroom, it was getting beyond a joke, she needed to cum. Chloe sulked as she showered, she sulked as she brushed her hair and she sulked as she got her breakfast. Muttering under her breath, calling Jack all sorts of names, she settled down in front of her laptop in her towel. A few minutes later a window popped up, announcing he was online. Immediately she smiled, her body began to tremble, she felt herself getting wet as the clouds took over her mind. She cursed him, still smiling, she reacted the same every time he came online. Chloe was starting to feel as though her body was no longer hers, she was becoming his. Morning gorgeous xx Morning handsome They talked about how they’d slept, their plans for the day, and what could happen if they went back to bed.

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Your thoughts keep returning to him as the warm steamy water of your bath relaxes your body. How his eyes smile at you, the warmth of his embrace, the firmness of his body, always brings a flush to your skin. You feel a tingling sensation as you rub the sudsy washcloth over your skin slowly. You smile as you ponder why certain parts of your body get so much cleaner than others. You lift the chain of the drain plug with your toe letting the water retreat, and watch as your body slowly emerges from the water, breasts first, like beautiful islands in the Pacific, then your hips, thighs, and the tropical paradise of your mound. You love when he tells you how beautiful your body is. You turn the water on to rinse the suds from your skin. Standing before your bathroom mirror, wrapped in your soft towel, skin still warm from your bath, you Kurtköy Escort gaze at your image in the mirror, and think of him looking at you. How hungry his eyes are, so quick to enjoy the curves of your body. You let the towel part, exposing your breasts. How beautiful they look, large pink nipples protruding from each, longing for his lips. You shudder as you remember how he loves to kiss them. Turning slowly, you watch in the mirror as the towel fall to the floor. You look at the cheeks of your round bottom and delight at how he loves to squeeze them. Back to the mirror now, you part your legs slightly and look over your shoulder at the beautiful image in the glass. Oh, how you wish he was there looking at you now, taking you in. He surely would stand close, body next to yours, wrapping his arms Kurtköy Escort Bayan around you, holding you. You can almost feel him next to you, his growing bulge pressing against the cheeks of your ass as his hands caress each of your breasts. You see your body arch in the mirror as your hands mimic his lifting each breast, and gently squeezing each nipple. You sigh softly, or was it a moan? You turn back to face the mirror, as you move you right hand slowly from your breast, running your fingers along the skin of your tummy, lower and lower. You look at the image before you, so erotic, as you fingers slide through the soft tuft of hair over you pussy, gently tracing the meaty flesh of your pussy. You watch your finger disappear between your lips only to reemerge covered in wetness. You moan and Escort Kadıköy tremble with anticipation as you think of how he loves to make you climax. You wonder why he likes it so much, and what it must be like from his perspective. You smile as you get a wicked idea of how to find out. Naked, you walk excitedly to your bedroom, grabbing your vibrator from your dresser drawer as you do, kneeling in front of your full length, tilting mirror. You adjust it so that you can clearly see yourself, and admire how truly beautiful and erotic your body is. Your pussy lips are full, and as you lean back, they part slightly revealing an aroused button of a clit. You see how excited you are as a bead of your juices slowly runs from where your lips meet down over the skin of your bum. How wet and exciting it feels. So this is what he sees as he lowers his tongue to you. You watch as you run your finger along your lips, collecting the moisture, spreading it, finger painting happily a whimsical design. How beautiful. How erotic. You pull back the skin over your clit and watch as you slide your finger along one side then the other.

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Cara and Tara had always been inseparable twin teenage girls, but now that they were fresh out of high school, they decided to get part time jobs for spending money when the time came that their parents would send them off to college. Cara got a job at a shoe store in the mall. The interview was easy, and she knew she would be hired. The Manager could not take his eyes off her legs. “Now that you’re nineteen, Cara,“ he said, “I would expect you to wear pants in the store, or at least skirts and dresses that come to your knees. I want to maintain a professional, mature work environment.” “Of course, Mr. Davis,” Cara replied sweetly, “I want to do the right thing.” Tara was hired at the local library to stock Ataşehir Escort books and periodicals. The female head librarian was not too keen on Tara’s short skirt the day she was interviewed, but Tara assured her she would dress more demurely at work. However, both girls were known around the school as being first class cock teasers, and none of the jocks could claim to have had sex with either of them. Arousing boys and men was a fun hobby that they shared. Even though they worked at different jobs, they dressed alike; something that they always had done since they were children. Today they chose to wear a denim skirt, the hem of which bounced around the knees, Ataşehir Escort Bayan and white cowgirl boots, their favorite casual footwear. They each wore a white crisp blouse, buttoned modestly. But as always when they went out in public, they left their panties at home. Shortly after lunch, Cara’s cell phone rang, just as she was about to call Tara. Tara was on the line, so excited, she was almost out of breath. “Tara, what is it; are you all right?” Cara asked. “Oh, yeah, more than that; let me tell you what happened earlier this morning,” she said almost breathlessly, and then continued. “This morning, the librarian brought a middle aged guy to the section Escort Ataşehir where I was filing. I didn’t hear him tell her what he wanted but she steered him down my aisle and left. I was on the ladder and when he walked past me I dropped a book behind him. When he saw the book and looked up I smiled and said ‘I’m sorry!’ “ “Oh, my God! Was it a big book?” Cara asked. “No, no no,” replied Tara, “I dropped it on purpose to get him to look up at me. When he picked up the book to hand it up to me, I put a foot a couple rungs higher on the ladder, so my skirt would flare out. You should have seen the look on his face when he looked up my skirt!” “What did he say?” Cara asked, smiling to herself. “He didn’t say anything; he looked around and came close enough to hand me the book. I turned around on the ladder, looking down at him, and I took the book. But all of a sudden, he looked up and down the aisle and pulled my skirt over his head!” “Holy fuck! Did you scream or hit him with the book?” Cara asked, worried.

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Heather was on pins and needles waiting for her husband Tim to say whether he would or wouldn’t join me and Heather when we met for our next masturbation session. Tim had come home from working on the food plots for deer where he hunts every year, and Heather had rushed home in only her robe. When Tim asked where she had been with only her robe on, Heather honestly explained where she had been and what she and I had been doing, and then she just hoped for the best. She had told Tim that she is almost always horny and when she saw me jacking off in my pool she got so hot and horny that she had to jill herself…..and that she knew I had seen her. She told him that his sex drive was, in so many words, nowhere near to hers, and that when they fucked, she was always left frustrated Pendik Escort because she hadn’t been able to enjoy an orgasm. Tim had apologized, saying he hadn’t known that and that he thought he had done his best to satisfy Heather. She had told him about the conversation Heather and I had over my backyard fence a few days later…And how that conversation had led to her coming over to my swimming pool to enjoy a masturbation session with me…Up until the time Tim came home and Heather had to depart hastily and run home. After her explanation, Tim told Heather that he understood, and everything was OK with him as long as I wasn’t screwing her. At that point, Heather had suggested that Tim would be welcome to join us when we had another Pendik Escort Bayan jacking and jilling session and perhaps make a threesome out of it. Tim had said he would think about that and give her his answer later. That’s why Heather was on pins and needles…Waiting to hear what Tim would decide to do. Tim took about three days considering his options before answering Heather. He finally told Heather that he would come with her to our next masturbation session for two reasons: [1] First and foremost he wanted to observe Heather and me to be certain that I wasn’t shagging his wife. [2] Secondly, he was curious about this masturbating thing and wanted to observe what happens, just out of curiosity. When Heather heard her husband say Escort Pendik that, as soon as she could, after Tim had gone to work, she called me and told me what Tim had said and agreed to. Then she asked me when the three of us could get together in my pool for (in her words) “a super masturbating and cumming threesome party”. I suggested that the coming Saturday or Sunday when Tim didn’t have to go to work might be a good time for the three of us to get together and cum together. Heather giggled, with what I thought was delight, and said she would make sure Tim would come over with her late Saturday afternoon after he had finished his yard work on their property. I told her that was fine with me, and asked if it is a definite date. She said, “You can bet the farm and your beautiful delicious hard cock and hot nuts on that”. I told her the deal was sealed. Early Saturday morning I got another pool float out of my storage room, inflated it, and tied it side by side with the two that Heather and I had used on her last venture into my swimming pool with me.

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Having babysat for my friends Jane and Pete a couple of times and watched videos of them enjoying each other, I was getting hornier than ever. I had seen Pete’s cum all over my friend Jane’s face, I had seen Jane cum and squirt over his face and finally I had seen my friends hairy pussy filled with spunk. Since watching these amateur porn films, I had been constantly wet in the pussy area. I just couldn’t seem to shake the images of my friends fucking from my mind. I even went out and bought myself a silent vibrator that I could wear all the time, even at work.When I was at the office, I would only have to see Jane and my mind would fill with amazingly sexy images. So I started wearing the vibe all the time and when the need arose, I would operate the remote Bostancı Escort control to bring me to orgasm quickly so that I could get my work done. I would pretend to cough or sneeze as the orgasms hit. One day my sneezing grew so bad, my boss sent me home with suspected flu. I spent the rest of that day masturbating and rubbing my pussy sore.After a few weeks of frenzied masturbation, Jane once again asked me to babysit for her daughter and I naturally jumped at the chance.Once again, I turned up at the agreed hour and they were ready to depart and the daughter was in bed.As soon as the car had gone, I looked around for videos but could find anything that looked promising until I remembered that the last two times the Bostancı Escort Bayan disc was already in the machine.I pressed “Play”…This time, I found what I hoped for. I dropped my jeans and pants in readiness for a good rubbing and fingering. It was a video of Pete and Jane sitting on the settee in front of the telly. I instantly felt hot all over because Pete’s hard cock was sticking out of his jeans with Jane’s hand around it. Meanwhile, Pete had a hand up Jane’s skirt and they were both watching a porn video of a girl masturbating.They were passing comment between themselves saying how nice the girl’s pussy was, how wet it looked and Pete said how much he’d like to fuck her, while they played with each other.I Escort Bostancı sat mesmerised by Jane’s hand going up and down Pete’s shaft and his hand rummaged under her skirt. Occasionally he would bring his hand up to Jane’s mouth so she could taste her own juices, something she seemed to like a lot.“Go faster, babe!” Pete said and Jane stepped up the pace.“Do you wish Di was doing this?” she said with a smile.“Oh, Yea. Soo much, that pussy is soo hot.”Di! That’s my name!I looked more closely at the screen.The video they were watching was me wanking to their video last time I was babysitting!My cheeks flushed, I felt hot all over with embarrassment.There I was on their telly with three fingers squelching in and out of my cunt.Just as I was letting all this sink in, Pete let out a gasp and a fountain of cum shot into the air. Then another spurt, higher this time. Jane bent forward and tried to catch it in her mouth but most ended up over her hand and Pete’s trousers. Finally, a few dribbles oozed from his cock’s eye and over Jane’s hand which she lapped up.

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I have been working for a large national company as a project manager for about four years now, and every now and again they send me on courses. This one happened to be a three day residential course in a pretty decent hotel. I am also a happily married man who has always been faithful, despite a couple of opportunities over the years. I got to the hotel at lunchtime on the first day to find that the organisers had arranged a buffet lunch with the idea that we all have a relaxed mingle. Being such a large firm I hardly knew any of the others as we were mostly doing similar jobs in different offices. I got chatting to a few people and doing my best to network a bit until I found myself talking to a really friendly woman called Judy. We did the usual, ‘so where are you from’s’ and it turned out that we both grew up in the same suburb of London and it also seems that we both hated growing up there but were also strangely nostalgic for that time. We started naming streets, parks or shops that we both knew and in no time at all it felt like we’d known each other for ages. I’d also mentioned how I had a wife at home and she said how she was going to miss her boyfriend, and how she wondered what the flat would look Ümraniye Escort like when she got back. Judy was in her early to mid thirties, slim and very active looking. She dressed very smartly in a skirt suit with heels but came across as quite demure and proper. Overall she seemed really professional and a go getter. After lunch we went to lecture room for our first presentation and I was delighted when she came and sat next to me. There were a couple of exercises in the afternoon where you had to partner up and it felt great when we could act so well as a team and had such a great rapport. I have to say though, that at this point neither of us was actively flirting or being suggestive, it just seemed that we just clicked as work colleagues. Plus the course was quite intensive so there wasn’t that much chance to do more than the tasks. At about six o’clock we were set some homework in that we had to prepare a presentation to be given the next morning. Each of us was given a different topic and told there would be an assessment of our performance. As we were leaving the room, Judy asked if I thought we should go over each others presentations later and give each Ümraniye Escort Bayan other some friendly critique? It sounded like a sensible idea and gave her my room number and told her to pop over when she’d finished. I like to think that I’m generally pretty good at these things and in about an hour I thought I’d nailed it. Feeling like I could give myself a reward for my diligence, I thought I’d indulge in a nice delicious wank. I didn’t think that Judy would have finished anything by now so felt in little danger of interruption. I opened up my laptop and went to find a little online porn for some inspiration. It must have been all the business suits that I was surrounded by during the day that made me search for office scenarios. After looking at a few I went for one where a couple were getting it on in a boardroom. After watching the unlikely set-up I arranged some tissues nearby, unbuttoned and unzipped myself, and eased my cock out of my underwear. The head of my cock was already a little bit slick with pre-come as I got into the action on-screen. The movie started with the guy bending the be-suited woman over the boardroom table, pushing up her skirt, parting Escort Ümraniye her arse cheeks and eating her out from behind. At this I was stroking my cock nice and slow as I was in the mood to take my time. Then the guy on screen got his large tool out and the woman knelt down to lick and suck him. I was getting nicely into my stride when suddenly there was a sharp knock at the door. I’ll admit that I panicked a bit, trying to shut down the browser window, but in my hurry only minimising it. I then hurriedly tried to stuff my erection back in my pants and do them up. I’m sure that I looked a bit pink faced and flustered as I opened the door but hoped that I passed muster. ‘Hi,’ said Judy, looking all cool and professional, ‘Are you alright?’. ‘I’m fine, please come in, I wasn’t expecting you so soon?’ “Oh, I got so far with the damn thing but thought you could help me with the rest?’ She gave me a slightly quizzical look up and down, but then re-composed herself. ‘No problem,’ I said, ‘Let’s see what you’ve done’. It was then that I noticed that she hadn’t brought her laptop. ‘I’ve got it on a usb, hope you don’t mind me using your machine?’ ‘Erm, sure’. As there was only one chair at the room’s desk we both sat on the bed and I put the usb in the pc and we started having a look at her presentation. Very soon, we were going through the ideas and gave each other some good pointers and I’d almost forgotten about the minimised browser. I’m sure things would have gone differently if I hadn’t needed the toilet.

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I was at home. All alone. I had really been looking forward to some me time for a while. My boyfriend had gone on a stag doo with some friends so I planned to make myself a hot drink and have a nice hot bath for the evening. I walked in to the kitchen and looked down onto the kitchen counter at my hot chocolate. Steaming hot, creamy, delicious. I just couldn’t wait to taste it. Anadolu Yakası Escort I picked up my hot mug and took it into the bathroom and placed it on a corner off the bath whilst I turned the taps off and began to undress. I got in the bath. The water was extremely hot but that’s just the way I like it. I laid there amongst the Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan bubbles and relaxed as the water began to warm up every part of my body. I sat up and picked up my mug of hot chocolate. It was bliss. As I took a sip, I felt the lovely heated sensation trickle through my body to my stomach. Not only was Escort Anadolu Yakası I hot on the outside I was now super hot on the inside and all this heat was beginning to make me super horny too. I placed the hot chocolate down on the corner of the bath and began to run my hands through my hair. I felt so relaxed, then I ran my right hand through the bubbles in between my breasts and down to my torso. My nipples hardened like rocks as my hands stroked past them which sent a pulsating sensation down to my pussy. As my hand reached down below I felt like I was ready to cum already. I knew this was going to be really fucking good. I inserted one finger which drove me wild at first and almost sent me over the edge.

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