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“Oh you’re going down, Mister!” she said while doing her best rope and ride impression.“Oh right!” he replied as they watched the final game of the American League championship. Neither of their teams made the playoffs, so they decided to have a little fun at the end of this series.“You’re gonna have to watch,” she said. “Two more outs and it’s ALL OVER!”That was Sunday evening.—-It was one of those weirdly perfect early fall days. Not hot, not cold, and no humidity. The sky, a deep blue with cotton ball clouds here and there and a light breeze. One of those days you feel like you need to cherish because they are so rare even in the Appalachian mountains where the weather is pretty good most of the time.Average traffic on the way there was Şerifali Escort accompanied by some singing out loud in the car. He wondered if she picked those songs to hide the fidgeting. She’s not the sing the car type.They arrived at the airport and passed through the security gate with their badges. There weren’t many planes on the ramp despite the incredible weather.They pulled up to the hangar and opened the doors. Stepping to her side of the plane and looked around nervously. No one was around. Didn’t hurt that it was a Tuesday and the hangar was in the middle of a row of buildings, well concealed from the rest of the airport.She took a deep breath and pulled off her shirt. Her thick red hair fell to her Şerifali Escort Bayan shoulders, and she put her arms down, looking at him briefly with a smirk.”Be on the lookout you!” she said, pointing at him accusingly.He shook his head, “Oh no, I’m not missing one second of this part.”She shot him a dirty look and stuck out her tongue at him.She unhooked her simple white bra in the front and paused for a second, looking him directly in the eyes before slowly letting it slide off of her ample breasts. He couldn’t look away as she undid her pants and let them drop to the floor.“Shoes on or off?” she asked casually in just her panties.“Ladies choice,” he replied.She paused to think for a second. This seemed Escort Şerifali like a daring move to him. She was almost naked in plain view of anyone that came by, and her pause seemed intentional. She climbed into the plane with just her shoes and panties on and fastened her shoulder harnesses.“Let’s get this thing moving, flyboy,” she said with a little less confidence than before. Her eyes shifted around as if looking for a spy.He was deliberate in his preflight. Not because he expected something to be wrong with the plane, but because he knew she hadn’t anticipated this required step and the time spent on the ground was dangerous for her.“C’mon, man,” she cried as he checked the oil for the second time. He smiled at her as he stepped to the sink to wash his hands.He walked to the front of the plane and pulled it out of the hangar. Sunlight beamed through the windshield, and the crisp October air reached her through the pilot side door.She looked around nervously, knowing that someone could walk right up to her at this point.

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Wank in the Woods

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I had a really fucked up week, both at work and at home. By the time the weekend approached I was ready to get my running gear on and just run, run and run until I would somehow manage to run off this stupid planet or into some kind of alternative dimension with a more stable climate and less shit-storms.Sunday morning, when the kids were away on daddy-day, I was determined to do just that and run my long overdue 10k. I was getting into my tank top when P signed on to Whatssup and said a casual, “Good morning, Annie. How are you?”To be honest I have thought he was a goner as I haven’t heard from him since Tuesday. He did say he was busy this week, but I did not trust him telling the truth. As a rule of thumb I did not trust men in general anymore.But he surprised me now. I briefly told him about my FU week then we started talking about the only thing we really talk about: sex. I asked him how many wanks he’d had that morning and what Kadıköy Escort did he wank to.He said only two and he does it watching porn and whilst talking to me.Dirty, dirty boy.”It feels fucking great to be your masturbation aid,” I texted with a smiley.”I hope you continue to serve me this way, Annie.”The change of tone in his voice (well text) always soaked my underwear. In front of my eyes I saw his forced strict face trying to hide that ‘I know you just creamed your pants and I fucking love it’ smile.He asked me what sort of porn does it for me lately and I told him I had a marathon session last night watching this dollification video. I’ve sent him the link and told him to watch it while I go for my run.”I personally think you should have your jogging wank today in the woods. And come back and tell me about it. It would excite me even more if you get caught.””I’ll try,” I said.”Don’t try. Kadıköy Escort Bayan Do it!”Well, an order is an order. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.I said, “ok” and logged off.—This time I leave the dog at home despite her howling the house down. She has the tendency to get lost in the woods and today I certainly don’t want her to wander off while I enjoy the fresh air… in short sharp intakes.I run the distance to the gated entrance of the park in a medium pace to work off some pent up energy then head into the woods.I’ve walked and ran the forest trail a million times and sometimes I did wander off towards the river but never ventured into such depths of the forest as now.Here it is dense and dark. The air is so cold, that I can see my breath escaping my mouth in deep, long rhythm as I climb the hill.My nipples are also reacting to the new stimuli and become two oversized Escort Kadıköy tingly goosebumps, not only because of the chilly temperature but because at this point I am horny AF, already looking for the spot where I will be playing with myself. I decide I will do it standing against a tree and I eye up a largish specimen that has two lower branches resembling human arms. In a twisted horror-porn movie it would scoop me up and finger me and molest me with those arms.I smile and get that image out of my head quickly. Am I slightly hypoxic in the chill, I wonder?I raise my right thigh and rub myself against the trunk of my tree-lover, humping it wantonly. I wish it was him…He would certainly keep my thigh raised and run his palm over my pussy through my tight elastic gym pants.Stroking the ridged bark of the tree, the caress is similar to when my fingers touch his face, roving over his stubbled cheeks and into his hair.I’d be kissing his face and neck…I could snog the tree I suppose, but I decide that humping it is weird enough, so I keep my tongue in my mouth.In my head, I’m licking his neck, his ears and whisper dirty things into it while my breath visibly leaves my heaving chest.Would he undress me? I wonder.Of course he would.

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A Woman Scorned

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The hair on the back of my neck stood up before I turned the key,sensing something was amiss in my world.I paused briefly and ran Ümraniye Escort through a list of possibilities.There Ümraniye Escort Escort Ümraniye Bayan was only one answer.Soundlessly, I ascended the stairs to the bedroom.I could have been a marching band; they would not have noticed.She screamed, “Fuck me harder, I’m gonna cum!”He replied, “Yes, yes!”Waiting a beat till I knew he was ready to explode,I stormed into the room,“Neither of you is going to cum.Now, get the fuck outta my house.”

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Just like hot chocolate

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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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Nora Becomes Dominant

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One day in early September, the time came for Nora to join The Salient newspaper at City College. She was going to attend the first staff meeting of the new semester with me.I had joined nearly a year earlier in the fall of my freshman year. In October they ran a tongue-in-cheek help-wanted ad. Jeff Kimmel and I – we had met each other in high school –  discussed joining. One line in the ad caught my attention: “If you like working with weird people, The Salient is for you.” I thought I was a bit weird, or maybe unconventional, so I decided to join.It styled itself as the “counter-cultural” (however that was defined) publication of the five college papers. It seemed like it might be more fun than the stodgy Campus, which had been around since 1907 or some such antique date. Besides, compared to high school, I found that college had a lot of unstructured time between classes to fill up.The final factor was that The Salient seemed to be the place where I would finally meet some pliable girls who were willing to drop their panties for me. It turned out that there were no such girls there. There were only about a half-dozen female staffers at any one time, and they were either hooked up with other guys or completely indifferent to me.The wild girl I was looking for was Nora Meara, the part-time campus hooker who sat right next to me in my European history course while mostly ignoring me. Then, as I described earlier, through a series of unexpected events we wound up together at the end of our freshman year.We were an unlikely couple, perhaps, but for the first time I felt satisfied with my romantic situation. She gave me all the sex I wanted and, as a bonus, she was quite kinky too. She was willing to join The Salient because she was also now bored and at loose ends at the college. Now that her hooking career was over, she could get serious about her studies. She had a temp job at an office downtown, but that still left her with free time to fill.I was looking forward to surprising everyone and showing her off to the rest of the staff. Hey guys, look at who I met at the beginning of the summer. Nora was willing to go along with my little game.I hadn’t asked Bostancı Escort her to wear anything in particular for the staff meeting, but when I met her on that day on the first floor of Finley Hall I saw that she had dressed up for the occasion. For the first time, she was wearing her business outfit: dark gray suit, nylon stockings, black high heels, the whole bit. Her skirt was tight enough so that it showed off her slender but shapely ass. For a bit of color, she had a pink hairband across the front of her head. The only item I had seen before were her steel-rimmed glasses.“I look great, don’t I?”I didn’t want to compliment her too much and have it go to her head. She already had more than a touch of vanity.“It certainly is different.”“Just different?”I said, “You’re going to drag a compliment out of me if it kills me. All right, it’s intriguing.” I decided to give her a couple of taps on her behind to demonstrate my approval in a nonverbal way.“So, you like patting my fanny?”“I’ve done a lot more than pat it at times.”“Yeah, that’s definitely true!”Then I said, “Nora, would you hold my arm as we go into the office?”“Sure, of course, I’ll do that for you.”On the third floor, we went through the open office door just as I had always imagined it. As I expected, everyone looked at us. It was mostly males in there, but four of the five female staffers were present too. It had been nearly a year since I had joined myself, and no one had seen me with a girl and I had never even talked about dating one. Now I was arriving with this well-dressed, sexy girl holding my arm. We had caught them off-guard.I said, “Remember how I said I had found a new staff member? Well, meet Nora.”She raised a hand, “Hi guys!”Of course, everyone had assumed I would bring in some dude. I think what went through everyone’s mind was, is he actually balling her?Yes, people, I definitely am, sometimes in this very room. However, no one said anything.She broke away from me and looked around the office as if she had never seen it before. I was reminded of Bette Davis examining some seedy dive bar. I was standing near the back of the room, enjoying her Bostancı Escort Bayan show. She was in her confident, even brash mode. Her heels made her five-foot-seven height seem even taller.Nora sashayed over to the windows, swaying her hips inside her tight skirt. She didn’t have the widest ass in the world, but it looked very good then.The windows were completely bare, and she put her arms akimbo and examined them. “Guys, you should think about putting some shades and curtains up here.” One could see all the way to the State office building on 125th Street. There were still no responses from my fellow journalists. Then she went over to the worn-out red couch. We had had our first screw on that piece of furniture, and several more since then.“You should also all chip in and get a new sofa.”Then Frank, one of our professional virgins (well, I had been one too), said, “I’m Frank, and I’m the business manager here . . .”“Hi, Frank, nice to meet you.”“Anyway, we do have to rely on the student activity fee funds.”“I didn’t say that; I meant you yourselves should buy it.”Jeff, another guy starved for sex, offered, “Sofas are pretty expensive.”“Then maybe you should check a Salvation Army store.”I was impressed by Nora’s display of attitude. If some guy had tried that on the first day, he never would have gotten away with it.I noticed the expressions of the people looking at her. One of them was Lilith, a senior. She had been assistant news editor during the previous semester, and now she was a full editor. I had gotten a lot of grief from her when I had failed to write a particularly boring news story.Lilith was glaring at Nora. She was a very intense, almost humorless, dark-haired woman. Her stare seemed to say, who is this arrogant bitch? Nora smiled back at her; I’ve got your number, sweetie.Another person viewing her carefully was one of our two Bobbies. Jewish Bobby wrote the pornography (“erotic writing”) we published, and Italian Bobby supplied the smutty illustrations. Neither one of them was particularly talented. The illustrator-Bobby fancied himself as the next R. Crumb, but he didn’t have Crumb’s wit or drawing Escort Bostancı ability. Thus he sometimes lifted Crumb’s cartoons and re-published them without permission.I don’t know where artist-Bobby was, but the writer one was there now. He was usually quiet, even morose, but he was obviously carefully appraising Nora. I thought, I have to keep an eye on him in the coming weeks.Then it was time to start the meeting. The two of us sat together at the big table in the middle of the room. Nora wasn’t ready yet to quit her show. She draped her jacket on the back of her chair. She found an excuse to put her hands behind her back and do some stretching. Of course, that thrust her breasts forward.When the moment came, she presented her writing idea and it was accepted. She was going to describe what it was like to work at Burger King. That was exactly the kind of lame feature story we went for.But I was going to do something similar; I offered to write how it was to work as a foot messenger over the summer. It was going to be my first attempt at “creative” writing, as opposed to handling something assigned to me. It was also accepted and ultimately published under a headline written by me: “A Summer’s Day on the Queen of Avenues.”We used to do some political commentaries, but now that the Vietnam War had ended and Nixon had resigned in disgrace, that was starting to fade. Most of our news stories about college events were mind-numbing boring, but we still had the two Bobbies to supply us with their stuff. Sometimes I thought that the only reason the students picked up our issues was to peruse their materials.Afterwards, Nora and I didn’t hang around for a post-meeting chat with the other staffers. That was for some other time. On the way out, she held her jacket on her arm and shook her ass at the people in the room. Then she smiled back at them one more time. I wondered how many of the guys were going to masturbate thinking of her that night. Probably most of them.Overall, I was quite pleased with my new girlfriend.———We went down to the horrible Finley snack bar for sodas. The city ran our university system, and the food and décor of that place were good examples of government-issued incompetence.I was going to ask her if any of the male staffers had ever been one of her customers. That seemed like a bad idea. Instead, I said, “That Bobby guy, he was noticing you. I mean they all were, but him in particular. I’ve got to watch out for him.”

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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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It had been a fairly quiet day at the store, one of the very few there had been since Covid had made people scared or selfish. John had finished all he needed to do with a couple of hours to spare on his shift, but couldn’t help but try and find something to do. Yes working in a supermarket was a menial job, and the pay sucked, but he always liked to be useful. It was probably this that made him well known to his colleagues, even those who worked on different departments. Susan wasn’t really one of those people though. Even though they no longer worked together they had done many years before and had been friendly. He had even asked her on a date, but she wasn’t interested in anything other than friendship so he had put it behind him and they had been friendly, if not quite the friends they had been before.While wandering around the backrooms, he noticed Susan working away in the clothing section she now worked in. She looked busy so he didn’t really want to disrupt her but felt that a quick ‘hello’ would be okay.‘Hi, Susan, hope you’re okay?’ he said. It had become second nature to ask, but he never really expected anything more than a cursory greeting.‘I am thanks, John,’ she replied, smiling as she answered. It was the first time he had seen it for the last few months, given the pressure they had all been under, and it reminded him of what had sparked his interest in her all those years ago. Despite the decade that had passed, she looked as good now at 57 as she had back then. He on the other hand felt all of his 48 years and then some.He was lost in his admiration of that smile and didn’t notice that she seemed to be thinking about saying something, but wasn’t quite sure how to say it.’You’re still up on all this electrical stuff, aren’t you?’ she finally asked, breaking the brief moment of silence that had fallen between them. They had met when they were both working in the electrical department, and he had been one of the few people that would advise people instead of trying to sell them something, so both customers and staff had come to trust him.‘I try, but it’s hard to keep track,’ he replied. ‘Why do you ask?’‘I’ve just brought a new TV and the instructions are written in…’‘Badly translated English?’ he interrupted. Even though it had been years, his experience told him how her sentence was going end.‘Well, badly translated something Göztepe Escort anyway,’ she laughed. ‘I was just wondering, if you had time, could you look at them and let me know what I need to do?’‘Of course I will,’ he answered, never having been able to say no to a lady in need. That she was a friend, and he still felt a little something for her, made him agree slightly quicker than he normally would have. ‘Have you got them with you?’‘I can bring them in,’ she said with a hint of playful cunning in her voice. ‘But now that the Covid restrictions have eased, I was wondering, if you had the time, could come around and look at them.’‘Yeah, yeah. And while I’m there I may as well set it up for you too, right?’ he joked. ‘Of course I can.’‘I’m off tomorrow, but I don’t want to rush you,’ she said, brushing off his ‘joke’, even though she had hoped that would happen.‘Tomorrow would be fine. I’m in early, but it’s a short shift so I could be there around 11ish. Just text me your address, and make sure the kettle is on?’ he was trying to hide his excitement, not at seeing her in a different environment, though that did give him a little thrill, but at, hopefully, being able to help someone.‘Great!’ she said and her smile lit up her whole face.Though John’s early shift had dragged, the drive to her house went by in a flash.  And he now found himself walking through the door that she had opened almost as soon as he had pulled into her drive.‘Kettle’s just boiled, and I’m sure you could do with a cuppa before starting,’ she said welcoming him into her home.‘Thanks. Do I look that tired?’ he replied, trying to sound hurt but having to stifle a yawn as he did, which should have answered his own question.‘I think we all do after the last year and a bit,’ she said, reassuringly. ‘Tea or coffee?’‘Tea, please, one sweetner if you’ve got them,’ he responded, taking a quick look around her hallway as he did.‘Living room is through there,’ she said, directing him through the open door while looking at him as if seeing him in a different light for the first time. ‘Have a seat and I’ll make the tea.’John went into the room making a mental note of his surroundings as he did so. The room was fairly modern looking, not that he knew what he was expecting it to look like. The furniture was black leather and chrome sitting on what looked Göztepe Escort Bayan like fairly thick rugs, probably to protect the hardwood floor. He went back out into the hallway and took off his boots, not that they were dirty, but he was a guest even if he was there to do her a favour.As he was out there he could hear into the kitchen and wondered who it was that Susan was talking to. He could hear her saying over and over, ‘should I?’ and, popping his head around the doorway on the pretence of telling her not too much milk, he realised that she must have been talking to herself.Returning to the living room he grabbed the instructions from the TV box to see just how bad they were. It turned out they were pretty basic, as with most modern electrical appliances, and realised that it wouldn’t take him too long to sort it out. He was a little surprised she hadn’t been able to work it out for herself though.‘See what I mean?’ she said, surprising him as she walked into the room carrying two cups.‘Yeah,’ he lied, trying to save her any embarrassment. ‘But it shouldn’t take too long to fix up,’ he said reassuringly.‘Good,’ she replied with a smile. ‘But have your tea first,’ as they both sat down to their drinks making small talk, mainly by complaining about work.After this John said he’d get to work on the TV, and, after declining her offer of help, soon had it set up.It was when he was on his back on the floor trying to tidy the cables that he noticed that Susan’s skirt looked much smaller where she was sat now than it had before. He looked over as she had said something and he realised that he could see right up between her legs to her panty covered pussy. Had her skirt ridden up as she had moved forward, he asked himself. And does she know that she is giving me a fantastic view? This last question made him realise that he had been staring, but for how long? And, though his mind and cock were arguing, should he let her know?‘Umm, you know your showing a little more than I think you want to?’ he said timidly, as his mind finally won the argument.‘And do you like what you see?’ she asked, though the crack in her voice said that she was really unsure that she should be doing this.Did I just hear her correctly John asked himself, very much aware that the blood was rushing away from his brain.‘Actually, I Escort Göztepe think I have my answer,’ she said as she looked straight at the bulge very much in evidence in his trousers. Shaking the doubt from her mind and growing in confidence she indicated to his crotch and asked with a wicked little grin, ‘is that my fault?’John couldn’t speak as all the moisture had drained from his mouth. He didn’t know whether to cover his obvious erection or run out in embarrassment. He then realised that she had done nothing to cover herself up. Was she putting on a show for him or was it a genuine accident that she wasn’t too bothered about?He sat up and drained the last drop of cold liquid from his tea cup to moisten his vocal cords, and before he had time to fully engage his brain he said, ‘I think you know that it’s your fault. What’s more, I think you’re enjoying the fact.’‘I am,’ she admitted. ‘I don’t think I’ve had that kind of affect on a man in years. And it’s not as if we’ve been able to go out much over the last year. I know you liked me all those years ago, but it’s nice to know that I can still turn someone on now.’‘All those years ago, ha, you’ve barely changed,’ he said, bringing a slight blush to her beaming face. ‘Anyway, I’d better go before I say or do something I’ll regret. Besides, I need to adjust myself, or maybe free it until the swelling goes down,’ he said, getting up in such a way as to try and hide his swollen crotch from her.‘Free it then,’ she said, looking him straight in the eyes. She was serious, and he knew it.‘What do you want?’ he asked, trying to bring a semblance of sanity back to the room.‘You,’ she replied, simply.‘What do you want from me?’ he asked, needing to know how to handle the strange situation he was finding himself in.‘What do you mean?’ she asked.She had planned this to a certain degree, but she hadn’t expected him to be as rational as he was being. She wanted to be intimate with someone she felt safe with and until their chance encounter the day before she didn’t really know who.‘Well, do you just want a quickie, or a relationship?’ he asked, slowly making his way towards her. ‘Do you want to make love or be fucked?’Her panties dampened as he used the word fucked, and though she thought she wanted intimacy as he had asked her she realised that, for now, she just wanted to feel someone inside her.‘Yes,’ was all she managed to say before he pulled her up to his face and kissed her. There was nothing romantic about their actions, it was pure lust. Their breathing was getting faster as their lips refused to be parted. Hands were everywhere as both of them gave in to their animal instincts.

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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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“Woman would like to speak to you.”I looked up from the negatives and grinned, “What did we fuck up?”“You didn’t fuck up anything this time,” Jane retorted.I smiled and nodded. “What is it about?”“Wants a photo set, wants to make sure you can do a decent job with Asian faces.”“You showed her the portfolio?”Jane shrugged. “She looked through it like a hawk and stuck around, so I guess she wants that personal touch.”“Right, keep the customer satisfied.”“Yeah, you do that this time.”We grinned, remembering the fellow who had tried to cheat us out of a job a couple months before by saying he was dissatisfied with our product and demanding a refund, which didn’t get to small claims court because Jane had found him using the supposedly “wretched crap” on a modelling page; a short letter from an attorney later, he folded, coughed up, and doubtless was out looking for some other mark to steal from. Since then she had pestered me twice for a raise come the fiscal year, and made sure to point up all her achievements at work.The woman looked me up and down carefully as I walked to the table. “Sylvia,” she said as we shook hands, “Sylvia Kim,” and I examined her carefully from a couple of angles as she looked back gimlet-eyed. Not quite model quality, she was still an exquisite model of womanhood, and it was not just the desire to expand my clientele that made me eager to court her business.“So, your clerk tells me you know Korean,” she said in the most formal level of Korean I had encountered outside of a historical drama in class chosen for precisely that.I replied as formally, “My manager. We’re both clerks as needed.”She nodded, continuing in Korean to test me, I suspected, formal yet abrupt. “Where did you learn?”“College here, two years, then three years in Seoul.”“Why aren’t you there?”“Classes ended and suddenly my father passed away, so as you might expect, I had to come home and take care of his affairs.”She seemed to blink a little at the full use of honorifics, both for her and for my father, a tricky point for foreigners, and said, “No chance to get back then.”“No, I had to start work, and I lucked into shooting for a friend of my father, for his business. He loved my work and offered to help me get started, legal advice and connections and all, gave me the lead on this little house. Small but perfect for our business. I agreed and have made him very pleased with his act of benevolence.”She smiled, “And you learned to photograph portraits in Korea?”“My roommate’s brother was a photographer. I was a hobbyist and we hit it off and he taught me a lot in return for me helping out in the studio and the dark room between classes.”“Which was probably a violation of every labor law in Korea.”I shrugged, “I wasn’t paid and he said if anyone cared, I was an apprentice.”She laughed, “That wouldn’t wash legally, I think, but no one would care.”“So, what sort of photographs do you need?”“Some portraits for my business, professional and attractive. I practice international law, so I need them to be impeccable. I don’t like the way Americans do photos of me; they seem to never quite get the skin tone attractive. Even the best are never quite right, not like in Korea.”“When you train on Caucasian faces, yes, it’s hard to change gears, and most don’t even care. At least in this state.”“So it seems in my experience. I’ll want some test shots, today if possible.”“I’m free now, if you’re not expecting too many.”“That will be fine.”“Will you pick them up?”“Messenger them to me.”I went to the door and said, “Jane?”“Yes?”“Test shots. Get the paperwork ready and arrange for delivery; it should take fifteen minutes at the most.”“Already practically done.”I smiled as I showed the way to the studio, and Jane peeked in after a minute to watch. “Light meter, please, Jane.”She handed it to me and watched curiously as I checked again and handed it back. “Okay, good. Thanks, Jane.” She watched closely for a minute as I posed Sylvia and then nodded, “Back to work,” and shut the door quietly behind her.“Does she intrude like that often?”I shrugged, “Checking up on things. Keeps me honest.”She smiled, “Jealous girlfriend?”“Professional manager. Perfect employee.”The shoot went extremely well, better than my best efforts in Korea, and I smiled in satisfaction as she asked, “When will they be ready?”“I’ll have them ready by four, send them off post-haste.”“Right, as long as I have them by six, that will be fine.”She phoned me at 5:30. “The test prints are very good. I will come by tomorrow evening after work; I assume 7 PM is acceptable?” The next afternoon, Jane and I were going over paperwork after closing. “What about the Kim woman?”“Shooting her tonight.”“What? Here? After hours?”“Yeah, when she gets off work. Problem with that?”She looked at me closely. “As long as she pays everything she owes on the dot, she can make any arrangement with you she likes. Just make sure she doesn’t rob us at gunpoint.”I laughed as she shook her head. “You’re still a big-city girl.”“Damn straight. Never know when these jokers will jack you up.” She added, “Be careful with those older women now.” I looked at her closely, and she Anadolu Yakası Escort smiled, “I made sure to check her driver’s license when she left the credit card for the delivery.”I nodded, “A man never asks, so you don’t tell.”She smiled. “You’ve been in a good mood since she left, so you do like Asian women. Thought so,” she said smugly.“Just curiosity, I guess.”“Why?”“Never dated one.”“Even studying there?”“Just friends, really. They never seemed interested and…I was always shy around them. Never felt well enough at ease in Korea to dare to.”“Cultural differences?”“Yep. The cues, the hints in the voice and the posture, I was blind to all that. Two left feet.”“Do you think she likes you, this Kim chick?”“No, she’s as formal as they come. Her Korean is like a textbook chapter in the formal level. Which is not too hard any more, not like my first year, all the long verb endings and honorific words and lord, the things you have to do instead of using pronouns, but it sets up this wall between us that I just can’t see a way to punch through.”“So just business.”“So it would appear.” Jane left work at the usual time and I sat reading until Sylvia arrived. I locked the door behind her and turned to face her. “Thank you for agreeing to photographing me after hours,” she said in Korean, and I replied in English, “I understand that you have a busy schedule”; the rest of our conversation proceeded in Korean on the fully formal level.I led her back to the studio and checked the lighting as she leaned against my small desk. “Ready,” I said, and she moved to the chair under the lights.I adjusted the lighting again and nodded, and she said, “I was very pleased with your test prints. I didn’t think I was that beautiful. I trust you to make me the most outstanding businesswoman in the state.”I smiled and said, “You’ve already done most of the work for that.”She smiled slightly and stood as I posed her, raising and lowering her head, facing left and right, and turning her body as directed to show off her shoulders or neck or bust. Her hair was perfectly coiffed in the latest Korean style for just-turned-middle-aged women, jet black around a perfectly made up face, the quintessence of Korean cosmetic art. Her charcoal jacket fit well around her dark green blouse buttoned to the neck, no gap open to show what appeared to be well-formed breasts.After ten minutes she said, “And for myself, perhaps something a little more informal? A touch of the personal side?” and slipped off her jacket. I blinked in surprise and said, “Of course, it’s your shoot.”“Make me beautiful.”“You already are.”She smiled slightly as directed, posing beautifully as she turned this way and that to show the firmness of her body and the softness of her breasts, neither too buxom nor too flat, sometimes sheer under her fabric and other times only giving a hint they were there. After five minutes she seemed to swallow something unspeakably bitter and unbuttoned the three top buttons of her blouse without being directed to. She stared into the camera as she played for it, leaning over the top of the table to let the camera see the lace of her bra, her medium cups filled full just visible.She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, posing devil-may-care and daring me to capture the image to her greatest advantage, yet remained entirely formal and correct in her speech and manner toward me. I was lost to everything but her beauty through the lens as she played to it. After twenty minutes she said, “And I think in addition, I’ll take the boudoir package.”“Certainly,” I somehow said without stammering, and she smiled sweetly and sat on the edge of the table facing 90 degrees away from me, her weight resting on her palms and feet as she leaned back in a straight sweep from feet to ears, a perfect image of elegance. Soon she turned her head to stare into the camera, the rest of her pose unchanged, and then she raised her left leg to show its taut perfection under the hose.“Mind you,” she smiled, “I’m very straight, so I’ll trust you to direct me how men like it most. I expect you to make me heartbreakingly sexy.”“Seduce me. The camera is your lover. I’ll tell you what it likes.”“Which part of me is the best?”“All of you. A perfect ensemble.”“And which part attracts your camera the most?”“Your eyes, your neck, your breasts.”“Your wish is my command.”“Tease me with your blouse.”She watched me with quickening breath as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse for me, showing me just a quick glimpse of lace-encased breast, left then right, as she expertly built my desire for her. Finally she let her blouse slide off her shoulders to hang from her waist, her bra finally exposed fully.“Tell me, is my bra as beautiful for you as it is to me?”“Yes.”She smiled. “It’s my best. Tailor-made.”“It fits you perfectly.”She posed for me, showing me her bra from every angle I could think of to view her from, and then I said, “Now…” Pausing at the thought of the boundary I was about to cross, I then continued, “Now let me see you without your bra.”Although I somehow expected her to show some shock, however slight, to match Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan my own feeling of taking liberties, she showed no response at all out of the ordinary, reaching around behind her as if I were a mirror in which she examined herself stripping bare. I stared lovingly at the firm tan breasts she let me gaze on to my fill as she posed for me, each somewhat larger than her hand, as I confirmed through a lengthy series of hand-bra poses, then captured them as they stood free and still surmounting gravity despite her age, their brown nipples pointing slightly upward, and felt warm in the belly as her nipples became increasingly erect as she played with them for me, staring into the lens as her breath quickened.After another fifteen minutes, she said quietly, the strict formality of her verb forms contrasting like whiplash with the content of her speech. “Not all men love breasts as much as you do, you know. Make me sexy for them too.”“Take off your hose, slowly, and let me watch, from here.” She nodded with no trace of apprehension. “Lean against the desk, raise your hem. Show me your legs slowly, tease me, don’t let me see your beauty too quickly, it could blind me.”She didn’t smile at my comment but simply nodded again and slowly showed herself to me, the brightness of her eyes feeding on my attention. Her shins were finely turned, her thighs thicker and more showing her age, perhaps, but at the moment exquisite. She raised her knee after raising her hem to her waist, and let me see a glimpse of panties, lacy to match her bra, as she tilted her hips toward me and away as she slowly slid the hose down her leg to the knee, and then off. She then turned a bit more away from me to let me capture the other leg from the side, its long line flowing smoothly from her hip, and once it had been removed, she leaned over to look into the camera from the side, her breast squeezed against her knee, the other breast hanging free.She took the initiative then, lowering her leg and rolling her hips toward me, her thick hairs clearly visible through her white lace, as she moved sensually in a fever, languorously showing herself to full advantage in every pose, needing only a few hints from me to show her toned belly or thighs to full advantage.Finally she stood before me, arms akimbo. “Do you like my panties?”“They match your bra perfectly. Yes, beautiful.”“It took a while to match them. They’re my best set.”“You’d be even more beautiful without them.”She smiled, “This is rather far beyond a boudoir set, isn’t it?”“Yes. Quite.”“A 20% bonus then. Only fair for your labor.” Although I was tempted to write it off entirely, I knew Jane would kill me come accounts time if I did, so I simply nodded. “And now make me the sexiest Korean woman who ever lived.”She took naturally to nudity, sensuality building as she teased me removing her panties, sitting against the edge of the table as I captured the perfect thatch of black at the join of her thighs, then lying on her side as she showed me all her curves. Soon enough she sat up again and teased the camera with glimpses of her inner lips as she raised her knee and lowered it again.Finally she faced me and leaned back on her knees and said, “Let’s make the audience happy.” I held my breath as the camera clicked, her lips coming into view as she spread her thighs for me. Her lips were swollen and folded like a snail or an oyster, a deep brown framed by perfectly trimmed hairs, a light fringe in the darker brown skin around the center of her body, and she stared into the camera as I captured her most intimate views.After five minutes in which she showed me her body, thighs open, in every position that I could think of, gazing openly at the camera as I gazed at paradise and its deepest center, ending with her staring at me over her shoulder as she thrust her ass into the air to give the camera the illusion that we were about to couple like animals, she rolled over onto her back and said, “Capture me perfectly now.”She reached between her thighs and caressed her lips, stroking lightly as her fluids squished under her fingertips. I watched, nothing drawing my attention away from the view through the camera, not even my swollen balls and throbbing erection close to spilling in my pants, as she worked herself for the camera, exposing her pink center and then covering it as she gripped her pubis and fucked hard against her hand. “Make sure you catch my face in every shot,” she whispered, and stared into the camera as I captured every twitch and tremor of her climb to orgasm.After three or four minutes, she groaned, “I’m coming,” and then squealed as she pounded her hand with her hips and her pussy with her hand, her lips engorged around her deeply embedded fingers. Finally, as her first scream was torn out of her, her eyes closed and her head rolled back, the muscles of her throat standing out as her hips thrust up in the air, ass inches off the desk as the scent and sounds of her fluids filled the room.After a minute she collapsed. She pulled her hand away and said, “Now be sure to get the scenery as I Escort Anadolu Yakası cool off.” I watched her lips recede as the flush left her face and her sweat dried. Despite her intense passion, she remained cool and calm in speech, watching me as she said, “The 20% bonus of course is intended to cover complete confidentiality. The pictures belong exclusively to me.”“Of course. That’s implicit.”She nodded, and surprised me by still continuing in formal Korean. “How soon until they’re ready?”“Two days.”“Is that long?”“It’s quite short, actually.”“No need to rush. Three or four is fine, but no longer.”“No, no, it’s just if I don’t develop them soon, the camera could spontaneously combust with what you’ve put on it.”She laughed and quickly dressed. She reached out her hand, then looked down at it, laughed, and bowed; I returned the bow and laughed as she said the usual Korean farewell when leaving a store, “Sell a lot.”I escorted her to the front door and watched as she made it safely to her car. I then locked up and returned quickly to the studio, where I immediately took the storage chip from the camera and opened the file in my computer. Dropping my trousers, I grabbed a handkerchief and stared at her beautiful breasts in close-up until I spewed the largest load of my lifetime into the handkerchief a minute later. Turning to a photo of her vulva in extreme close-up, I drained myself three more times in fifteen minutes and finally felt able to do a little work before leaving for the day. I came in at ten the next morning after my weekly run to the bank and a trip for supplies. Jane looked at me closely over the paperwork and said, “A boudoir set as well?”“Yes.”“What is this bonus?”“Rush.”“Then why wasn’t it coded for that?”“I didn’t think to.”She looked at me closely and relied, “Start thinking again. I know you have an Asian fetish as thick as my arm, but this is business.”“No, I do not.” She looked quizzically at me and I smiled, “Okay, a little, the size of your little finger.”“No, it’s about the size of my middle finger,” she said unsmilingly. “If she doesn’t pay…”“If she doesn’t pay, contact a lawyer. A good one.”“Fight fire with fire?”“As it were, yes.” I called her two mornings later. She immediately asked, “Are the pictures ready?”“Yes.”“I’ll stop by tonight after work and make sure they’re acceptable.”“Certainly.”“About seven. Until then.”She had retained the most formal level of Korean and had taken on the frostiest tone of voice I had heard in many a year. While I was not surprised, given what she had shown of herself, I did find myself a bit dismayed.As for myself, I had masturbated constantly to the pictures, which I had printed in duplicate. In my years studying in Korea, the manners and decorum had reinforced my shyness in a foreign land, and I had been too busy studying and taking photographs as a hobby to really feel a lack—later, I had thought, maybe next year I’ll start looking for companionship, and then the need to return home ambushed me. A forbidden fruit, Korean women had seemed, and finally one had shown me everything my eyes could have desired.More than that, what bedeviled me was the whole purpose of her pictures; the job left me utterly baffled. The professional pictures, those were understandable, and I made them if anything even closer to perfection than the intimate pictures that left me drained—but nudes, sexually explicit nudes showing every detail of her pleasure, they made no sense. A few ideas came to mind, but none seemed satisfactory.I set all such thoughts aside and waited for the evening. She arrived right at seven and greeted me with a slight bow and as severe a manner as a suspicious grandmother. She joined me at the table and watched me closely for any untoward forwardness as I handed her three large envelopes with my most business-like manner. “These are your professional portraits, these are your more relaxed pictures, and these are the last batch.”She looked through each set closely, very closely indeed, as I looked away, and finally said, glancing at each in turn, “Yes, these are fully acceptable. Better than I imagined, actually.” After a pause, she added quietly while looking at the last batch, “Much better than I thought possible.”“Here is my invoice.”She nodded, took out her cell phone, and did a quick transaction. I saw the email indicating receipt of funds on my own phone and nodded back. “Oh, and here.” I slid over a flash drive, which she picked up casually and slid into a deep, deep recess of her purse.“No doubt you’ve kept a copy for yourself. Enjoy them,” she said. “You should, doing such great work.”“Do be sure to pass the word to anyone looking for a photographer.”“Most certainly.”I walked her to the front door. Before stepping through, she said, “Thank you again for your fine work. And for your lifelong confidentiality.” I bowed to her and she nodded, and looking me in the eye said, “You have a good business manner. Professional and courteous. You should go far. Sell a lot.” To the end she had remained on the most formal level of Korean, and she quickly turned and walked to her car.As she drove off, I sighed. So close to paradise, but not close enough. I smiled sadly and thought, Ah well, I still have the memories, and the pictures. Work continued without slack, a wedding that weekend and several family picture sets, plus some quarterly work for local businesses’ advertisements, and Jane took an accountant’s delight in the flush flow of cash.

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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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