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It was the summer of my 21st birthday and my mother was finally allowing me to go to L.A. And I was so fucking excited. Not just because I was going to L.A. but because I was finally going to meet the guy I’d been chatting with for over 5 years, Johnny. We had chatted on a chat room every day, it had been so fun. We had roll played so many fantasies it was incredible plus he’d told me about his friends. But what I was really excited about was his cock.

17 inches!! And yes I know, that is almost impossible and highly improbable, but for my birthdays since my 18th he has video chatted with me, and I’ve seen it in all its glory. Jeez I was getting wet just thinking of it. He was picking me up at the airport today and as I walked out of the terminal in my short skirt, which he had asked me to wear, and my slightly see through shirt, I couldn’t help the way my heart was racing.

Finally I was gonna meet my daddy. Damn it my thong was getting soaked. As i walked by another man I felt him stare at my long legs and round ass. But I knew it was also my skin tone that had the drool pooling in his mouth. My milk chocolate complexion commanded a lot more attention than I expected here. I wasn’t used to the attention since I was from the caribbean and there are so many black people that I wasn’t really considered special.

But the black man I was going to meet, he was. I neared the waiting area and fixed my clothes again, wanting to look as good as possible… even though I knew I looked damn good. I had always been a daddy’s girl I suppose, always wanting to impress and please him. I entered the area where passengers greeted and said good bye to their loved ones, but I was searching for one handsome black man among the sea of moving bodies.

“Amy?” A deep voice said from behind me and I could not hold back the shiver that ran down my spine as I heard him.

I turned to face him, looking up at the man who made my pussy drip with need and whispered “hey daddy,”

He looked at me for a while as if drinking in my appearance. He stared for so long I thought he didn’t like my outfit and just as I started shifting from foot to foot self consciously he grabbed my face and pulled me up to kiss him. It was so quick I stiffened for a second, then I wrapped my arms around his neck as I had imagined so many times and kissed him back. At first it was hesitant as both of us were trying to feel the other out, then he took charge deepening the kiss and sticking his tongue down my throat and I had to hold back the throaty moan of pure pleasure before I drew attention towards escort çapa us. This man was going to control my body for my stay and he was starting right now.

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In the car a half hour after our meeting my pussy was soaked and my lips still burned from his kiss. I wasn’t sure I’d make it through my two month stay with him, my heart and body might give out from the exertion. I just hoped my pussy was ready for him.

Since we had started planning this trip a year and a half ago I had been training my cunt to be able to handle him. we had become residents at our local sex store, and had bought every dildo, virbrator and butt plug increasing in length and girth to as close as I could get to his cock’s size.

And now i was ready to test how much my throat could handle. I reached over as he drove from LAX and rubbed his right thigh, he glanced down at my hand and smiled. I felt his cock twitch through his jeans and my juices gushed out of my pussy. I undid his jeans but right when I was about to see it for the first time he pushed my hand away. I pouted up at him but he just said, “when we get home,”

So I just put my legs on the dashboard and watched L.A. blur past.

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At some point during the drive I’d apparently fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew we were in front of a three story house and Johnny was shaking my shoulder. He got out of the car and retrieved my bag and headed inside, I was close behind him. As we get inside I do a quick sweep of the house. Simple, modern, regular. But pretty soon every room would have cum dripping inside of it.

“Amy,” He called me out of my thoughts. I turned to my daddy and walked up to him; he pulled me into his arms and kissed me harder than in the airport. This kiss was filled with need, lust, power and desire. I moaned and held his head to keep him in place. I bit his bottom lip and sucked it.

Then he started taking off my clothes, first my blouse while I pulled off his shirt, then he took off my skirt. I looked at his face while my fingers undid his belt and button; I bit my lip as i pulled down his zipper, and I groaned as I felt his cock for the first time.

For a while I just stood there holding his cock and trying to stop the drool from leaving my mouth. Slowly I got to my knees and free the beast this man had hid from me… And I licked it, slowly at first, then gaining confidence I sucked the head and then I started bobbing my head. And with every stroke escort bayan istanbul I got further, taking him deeper into my throat. I pushed the barrier and got him into my throat, then as if he couldn’t take anymore he held my head and pushed his cock all the way into my throat and stayed there a while. I reached up and played with his balls and he moaned and started to fuck my throat. He didn’t ease into it, he just started and for at least five minutes he pleasured himself with my mouth before pulling out and pulling me to my feet.

Then he kissed me again and I could do nothing but enjoy the sensations flooding my body. He lifted me into his arms and started to to walk up the stair. I kissed his neck and chest as he walked, when we reached in his room he threw me onto his bed and spread my legs. He kissed my clit and then licked it slowly. He licked it over and over slowly but hard, then he licked faster and sucked my clit into his hot mouth and I almost came right there. My daddy then stuck two of his big fingers into my pussy and moved them, he groaned at how hot and tight I was. All this time his other hand held down my hips since I was writhing beneath him. I had been moaning like a whore all the time but when he stuck his tongue into my cunt I held onto his head pulling him deeper and screamed, “Shit yes daddy tongue fuck your slut!!” And he did just that, going harder and faster and deeper with his tongue, wiggling it around and plunging it into my pussy. It didn’t take two minutes of this for me to dig my nails into his shoulders and sit straight up before my body started to spasm with my orgasm and it was a huge one. It rolled through me again and again and I screamed his name and begged him not to stop. He didn’t, he just held his tongue in my spasming pussy and drank my juices.

I finally collapsed onto the bed breathing heavily. Johnny leaned over me and started to kiss me. His mouth and chin were soaked but I enjoyed my taste. Daddy spread my legs and looked at me, “Are you ready?” he asked me. I bit my lip and nodded. He then started to push his cock into my tight little cunt. Slowly inch by inch he pushed it in, and I just lied there trying not to tense myself and make it painful, because right now it was the best feeling in the world. Daddy had already reached half way and I was moaning like crazy.

His jaw clenched as he pushed slowly into me. My small body trembled under him and when he reached my 14 inch limit he looked at me and slowly started sliding himself in and out of my tight pussy, groaning at the feel escort etiler of it. He did this for about ten minutes before I wrapped my long slender legs around his narrow hips and tried to urge him on to fuck me like he always said he would. Johnny looked down at me, “Amy do you think you’re ready baby?” I just bit my lip and nodded. He smiled at me and gave me a hard thrust that made my eyes widen and my mouth form an ‘O’. From there the fucking really started.

My daddy shoved my legs higher with his arms and spread them wider and he kept giving me hard sure thrusts that made my 34 B cup tits jump and my teeth clatter. Then he increased his pace and pretty soon was pounding me. He was going crazy, his hips pistoning into my tight young pussy, his arms straight, muscles tense as he went deeper. All I could do was dig my nails into his back, arms… anywhere I could reach really, and moan for more. “Shit daddy yes!! Fuck me harder, fuck your slut’s pussy!!” I screamed and he pulled out and put me into doggie style, my favourite position, and slid right back into me.

“Shit baby your pussy is so tight,” he groaned as he drove his snake into me harder and faster. All I could do is moan in response as he destroyed my pussy and I couldn’t be happier.

“Shit I’m close daddy,” I moaned.

His response: Smack my ass hard, which made me moan, and say, “that’s right my little slut, cum all over your daddy’s massive cock.” And that was all it took, I screamed as I started to cum, and the most amazing thing happened, I started to squirt to. I’d never been much of a squirter, once or twice sure, but never the first time with a new man. But then he had said he would make me so I guess he was true to his word.

Daddy just laughed when it started and smacked my ass harder, “That’s it baby squirt for daddy,” I did, I squirted for about three minutes before I finally calmed down. I was going to collapse onto his bed but he held me up by my hip and shoulder and he kept driving his cock into me even harder and faster, now focussed only on getting himself off.

With each thrust there was an “ah” escaping my throat, and after five minutes of this hard fucking he groaned loudly. “Shit Amy daddy is going to cum in your tight pussy.”

I moaned, “Yes daddy cum in my pussy, fill up your slut.” Not that he really cared what I said right now, he went inside me and stayed there, and I felt his cock expand with his first stream. I felt each spurt of his seed and it went on for close to five minutes. I moaned with each stream as he filled me up. And only when he was finished did he let me fall onto the bed. I felt him get behind me and pull me closer, but I was already half asleep and didn’t give a fuck what he did right now. He held onto my left tit and I glanced at the clock to see that it was only 6:30 before drifting into a deep dark sleep, and by far the best one I’d ever had.

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Author’s note: You are all wonderful people. Thank you for your support.

Thank you to my muse, who has not only inspired, but has also edited everything for me.

If this is your first encounter with Melanie, you might like to read the earlier chapters first.

This is the final chapter of Melanie.

*****

They settled in a pavement café on Boul’Mich, a bottle of Chateauneuf du Pape between them.

– Tell me more about your family Melanie? he asked softly. How will you be able to get away? Your husband, your kids …? And how do you really feel about us? I mean — he hesitated — up till now it’s been, well, it’s been … one of these things that can happen between a man and a woman, when they’re away from home, and there’s a spark, a bit of chemistry. But now, if you’re coming to Glasgow … that puts it in, umm, a different category?

– I should slap you hard for saying that. I thought you loved me? But she was smiling. ‘One of these things that can happen…?’ Sandy, you know I’ve never done anything like this before, allowed myself to … oh christ, TOUCH another man, let alone fall in love like this? But yes, I know what you mean. Until now, we thought we’d never see each other again. Now we know we will. So it’s different. Yes.

Sandy had rolled a cigarette whilst she spoke. Watched her eyes as he lit it: Yes, it is. I thought we’d just part and it’d be terribly sore for a while, probably a long time. But that I’d never see you again. I can’t imagine ever having any business that’ll take me to Adelaide. But Melanie, you know I love you deeply, that there is some impossibly powerful force between us. Tell me more about your husband? Please, darling?

Her face shadowed. He could see her struggling, a turmoil in herself, and he knew better than to press her further. But he needed to know more about her life, hoped she would be able to talk to him about it. Eventually her face composed itself.

– George has MS darling, multiple sclerosis. A rotation of carers look after him: I did it for years, but it got far beyond my abilities, lifting him and so on, long before he got the care package he needed, and should have had a long time previously. We’re friends, we still share a lot — not least our littlies of course — but we haven’t been lovers for a very long time. He just can’t, progress of the illness. It’s a disease of the nervous system and sex is often one of the first things to go. In his case quite a lot has gone. I — she looked in his eyes, tears in hers — I’m not sure how much more I can tell you.

– And your bairns, he asked gently, how are they? She saw only compassion in his eyes, smiled into him as she paused to think, irises moving sideways and up as she focused her thoughts.

– They are normal lovely children. They love him to bits, and of course they don’t really understand that it’s unusual to have a parent with a progressive disability. It’s their life, their normality. But physically I suppose, and maybe emotionally, I work hard to try and compensate for what they can’t get from their dad. They are OK, just lovely decent small folk. They are my life.

He leaned to her and stroked the lines engraved on her brow: I can see that darling. It’s written all over your face. Thank you for helping me understand a wee bit more.

They sipped wine and spoke more of their families: Sandy’s all grown up and in charge of their own lives; Melanie’s still young and vulnerable. Swapped tales of children’s idiosyncrasies and parents’ foibles. Laughed together till the tears ran down both their faces. It was nearly seven when he next glanced at his watch.

– Sweetheart, it’s getting near dinner-time, are you hungry?

She smiled in his eyes: I was so carried away with our chat, and the wine helped too. But yes, I’m getting hungry. Where will we eat?

– There’s somewhere in Place Mouffetard, maybe ten minutes walk. It used to be wonderful, but I don’t know that it’s even still there now. If it is, it might be a suitable place for our last dinner in Paris together.

They wandered through backstreets in the warm evening, nineteenth century tenements towering over them. They breathed the distinctive scents of the city. Then they paused outside a sex shop, a fairly upmarket one, a bit like a French Anne Summers, Sandy thought. Melanie took his hand, whispered: I’ve never in my life been in a place like this darling. Always wanted to look, but never had the courage, on my own.

They wandered between the displays of lingerie and sextoys: Anything you want love? Sandy asked. She drew him back to the display of bondage toys, fingered a soft black leather collar with interest.

– Sandy?

– Yes darling?

– How do you think this will look on me?

His mouth fell open, and he leaned to kiss her. His heart was pounding suddenly. He had had no idea … but his cock was rigid at a vision of her naked and collared before him. He drew the soft leather artefact from the display and took it to the escort bayrampaşa desk. As they stepped from the shop she drew the bag from him and removed the label. Stopped outside in the fading Paris evening. She fastened the collar on her neck, her eyes on his. Moved back from him and turned on the pavement.

– Does it suit me? she husked.

He moaned incoherently and drew her in his arms, scenting the fine leather as he licked her neck: It’s perfect my love. I need to fuck you now, but waiting will only make it better when we do. His fingers slid under her skirt and she was wetter than he’d ever felt her.

*****

The wee restaurant was still there. It didn’t offer a big menu, but once he established that the chef he knew was still in charge, Sandy was confident that everything would be good. He chose the traditional rabbit stew after they shared fragrant garlic escargots; Melanie went with lamb cutlets. He had insisted on a bottle of Moet, over-riding her protests at the extravagance: This is our last night in Paris, darling.

As they ate she spoke more of her family, the nature of her husband’s illness, and Sandy was humbled by her trust in him. It was clear that she loved George: clear too the enormous stress his awful illness had placed on her over many years, intensifying as his condition worsened. Sandy’s friend’s wife had MS and he had watched in despair as two lives imploded, so he had some understanding of how Melanie’s world must be.

Meals finished and dishes cleared from their table, he held her hand as she finally broke down sobbing. He stood and moved behind her, kneading her shoulders gently through the silk.

– Darling, do you want coffee? A liqueur? To finish our evening?

She turned and looked up at him, tearstained: I think I just want to go back now Sandy.

In the taxi she cooried into him, clutching him tightly. He sat holding her, watching the Paris evening pass through the windows of the vehicle, overwhelmed with love for this woman. A love which he knew, her visit to Glasgow notwithstanding, was quite unsustainable. He couldn’t share her life, help her with her husband and children. But he ached to be able to do so. Ach, the world is so fucking hard sometimes. He stroked her hair with one hand, the other feathering her face.

Then they were in Montmartre, outside the pension. When they were out of the taxi she whispered: Sandy, could we walk for a while before we go in?

He took her hand and led her through quiet lanes behind the bustle of the Folies Bergere, knowing what she needed to see. Then they were in the Place in front of Sacré Coeur and her eyes lifted to the neo-classical splendour of the white basilica: What is this darling?

He explained the history: that the church had been conceived as part of the right-wing reaction to the Paris Commune of 1871. As a socialist he was equivocal about its genesis and history, but there was no doubting the immense architectural impact of the domed building, atop the highest point in the city. It was built on the graves of thousands of Communards who had been entombed in the old mines below, as right-wing forces crushed the Commune. It had been until its brutal repression, the first-ever government in the world to attempt to represent the working-class majority.

– Isn’t it strange that something so beautiful could be built to celebrate the destruction of such a brave ideal? Her eyes were in his and he leaned to kiss her.

– Ach, love, so much of our built heritage, almost everywhere, celebrates the achievements of the rulers of societies, and rulers have almost always been a minority who gained their wealth and power at the expense of the poorer majority. Tis how the world is, and unfortunately I see little sign of it changing soon, anywhere. But you have to admit, it is a very powerful building?

Sacré Coeur shimmered white, high above the bustle of the city, rising over the glow of streetlights, up into the darkness. Kissed by the faint light from a crescent moon peeping through clouds, eerily illuminating its sepulchral paleness.

She shivered and turned to him: It’s getting cooler and I’m tired. Let’s go in now? She stood on her toes to kiss him and it was his turn to shiver. She reached into parts of him he hadn’t known existed before. His hands went to her silk-covered arse and he felt her tremble in her need. He kissed the collar on her neck.

– Aye, let’s go in.

The door to the tenement opened to her key and they nodded to the concierge before climbing the two flights of stairs to their landing. Slipped into the room. Between a couple of buildings the dome of Sacré Coeur was partly visible through the window. Melanie gazed at it before shutting the window and drawing the curtains, then turned to him.

– Sandy?

– Yes, love?

– I noticed the bath when we dropped our stuff off earlier. It’s very big. Can we share it? Come and have a look!

The ensuite eskort bathroom indeed had a big bath, a corner affair, triangular and spacious.

– I think there’s room for two there, he breathed. Enfolded her in his arms, fingers going to the buttons at the back of her dress. She fumbled with his cufflinks and shirt buttons as the dress fell to the floor. She wore no bra and he knelt to suckle her proud breasts as she lifted his shirt off. Their breathing was coming faster now and his hands went to her silk panties, stroking in her groin through the sleek fabric.

She twisted to put the plug in the bath and turn the water on and his mouth went to the sweet arse now before him. Just began licking it through the silk when she straightened and turned back, and his mouth was tasting cunt through silk. He looked up at her.

– Melanie, I have never felt as close to another human being. Ever. His fingers moved to pull the scant silk garment down and she sighed as his tongue licked into her groin, flicking round the trimmed bush atop her mons, then moved down, into the crease between thigh and trunk. He tasted her sweat and looked up. Her face was drawn with want, mouth slack, eyes hooded. He knew she needed his love now. Stood and hastily removed the remainder of his clothes as she watched.

He checked the bath and turned the taps off. Rolled her stockings down. Kissed her hungrily, then sat in the bath.

– Sit on my cock darling? Please? She stepped into the bath and lowered herself onto him. As his cock sank into her he removed the leather from her neck: I don’t think this wants to get wet?

She moaned and rose on her powerful thighs, then sank on him again. He bit her throat as she juddered, his cocktip brushing her gspot. Then she pushed him back against the end of the bath and fucked him hard. In seconds she was a shuddering mass of womanflesh, her irises so upturned they were invisible. When eventually she came down from her climax he kissed her fluttering eyelids, cock still hard in her. He didn’t want to cum then, needed to wait. Started washing her gently, soaping her upper body, then nudged her up so he could attend to her arse and thighs. Soaped and kissed her.

Finally she was clean and she took the sponge to attend to him. When she was done they rose from the bath, both trembling with the intensity of their togetherness. He moved to the washbasin and got his shaving gear ready, knowing his face was rough now. Melanie bit the back of his neck.

– Don’t start yet love, I need the camera. She returned seconds later and as he lathered himself to trim round his goatee, she busied herself taking pictures. As he finally splashed cold water on his face she kissed him. She took the collar and fastened it round her neck, her eyes piercing his. She was naked and collared before him. She bent her head.

– Take me to bed Sandy. Use me. I’m your slut now. All yours.

He gasped and took her in his arms: No slut darling, you’re my lover, my treasure. And he took her hand and led her to the bed. She crawled onto it and crouched in submission, folded arms behind her neck, arse in the air, peach pouting beneath her parted bumcheeks. Then she reached back and pulled the cheeks wide.

– In my arse Sandy. Now.

He eased forward and his cock slid into her moist anus. He grunted in amazement, thrust hard. She moaned gently and her fingers slipped to finger her collar: Use me Sandy, I need to be used darling. By you, always by you.

He was in a frenzy now, hot animalfuck in this beautiful woman’s arse. Lost himself totally, his existence nothing but cock in her, surging, needing, demanding release from his near-agony. As she moved and sounded beneath him he knew she was in the same place. They were together, utterly. His balls clasped tight to him and the long slow buildup continued, hovering on the edge, moving slowly in her now, feeling her need build too.

Then the explosion was there, and he felt her muscles grasp him as she screamed. And he voided in her.

He kissed the collar as they sank back onto the pillows, eyes searching each other, questioning, loving. Sleep came as he stroked her back, knowing nothing but the purest bliss with this wonderful woman.

*****

He stroked her cheeks after he placed the cup of Darjeeling beside her on the bed-table: Morning now my darling. Her eyes fluttered and he kissed them, exuding love.

– What an incredible experience, she muttered. I’ve won an award, and even better, I’ve found the most wonderful man in the world.

– You stole my line sweetheart. You are a terrible thief. But I know you stole nothing to create your poetry, so I forgive you. In her awaking tiredness she laughed, and he smothered her mouth with his. She pushed him off.

– Stop this Sandy, I can’t breathe properly!

He withdrew and gazed on her face in adoration: You know I love you? And bent to take a soft nipple in his mouth, felt it harden as he sucked. She still wore escort gaziosmanpaşa the collar and he touched it.

– Take it off and put it on me? he whispered.

She looked long and clearly into his eyes. He felt her penetrate his core. She smiled shyly and her fingers went to the buckle at her neck.

– This is mine, she smiled. Why should I put it on you?

– Because you have to? You at least need to know if it fits me? Otherwise — he glanced at the clock — we might have to go back and get a bigger one? But my neck is just a fifteen-and-a-half, so it might fit?

– Lie down man. She was unbuckling the collar: I need to fuck you.

She rose and as he lay back on the bed, she fastened it round his neck. Then she hesitated.

– I’ve changed my mind, there’s something I need to do first. Now that I know I own you too, I need to give you a present. I hope you like it. Come with me.

He rose, collared, and she led him to the bathroom.

– Lie down in the bath. He obeyed her and slithered down in the bath. He had no idea what was coming but was very excited, trusting her completely.

He watched entranced as she stepped into the bath, her cunt stretched open to him as she lifted her legs over the side. She placed her feet outside his thighs and squatted over him. His gaze flickered up and down her from her glowing excited face to her open cunt, and his cock was rigid. Christ, how he loved her!

She crouched over him and kissed his mouth, her breasts hanging over his chest. Then raised her head from him, and her face tensed.

Then he watched in awe as the stream of piss jetted from her urethra and sprayed his cock. It took him a second to realise what was happening: Ohh, Melanie!

The scent of her pungent urine filled his nostrils as he watched and felt the splattering spray move up his belly to his chest. Then it became a dribble, slowly spattered back down his body. The last few drops landed on his cock and he looked directly in her eyes.

– Oh my darling Melanie. Thank you for your beautiful gift. I have never felt so close to anybody before, nobody has given me that. I… I need to lick you dry now. Please stand love.

She stood on shaking legs and he leaned forward to lave her thighs with his tongue, up into the folds of her cunt, lapping the liquid from her.

– Now you do me Sandy, please. His brow raised a question but she held his gaze and he rose, understanding. Stepped behind her and she took his place in the bath: Piss on me Sandy, I want this. On my cunt. All over me.

He was in shock, but excited at the strange intimacy she had performed on him. Excited by the lingering scent of her urine. This was somewhere he had never been, never even thought of. He aimed his cock straight down at her cunt and released. Watched her eyes as the piss splattered between her legs, saw them glaze and hood as he directed aim on her clit.

– Tits now, on my tits.

He couldn’t believe this was happening but it was, and his cock was hardening now so the stream inexorably rose up her body. He had to bend to lower his aim and stop it splashing her face. She smiled as her hand went to her piss-soaked cunt and wanked, still watching his eyes. He stood transfixed, hard cock still in his hand, as her excitement rose to her own ministrations.

– Wank for me darling. Wank. Cum on my face.

His hand began moving on his cock. He was instantly hard and in seconds electricity flashed through him, balls to cocktip. He felt the spunk rising.

Watched her face as it contorted beautifully, her orgasm imminent.

– On my face .Now. I want your cum.

He aimed as well as he could and the spunk pumped from him, miraculously spattering her face as it spasmed.

*****

Once they were cleaned up it was time to pack and head out. During their dressing she removed the collar from him and fastened it round her own neck again.

The taxi took them to Gare du Nord through the heat of a fine Paris morning. The exciting city was all around but they had no eyes for it, so consumed were they in each other. They had exchanged email addresses before the taxi dropped them in front of the fine nineteenth-century façade of the station.

He noted from the station clock that they had half-an-hour before her train left, and cursed himself that they hadn’t stayed longer in the pension. He wanted her again now, needed her fragrant cunt. Three months was a long time, he reflected ruefully.

She excused herself to go to the toilet and when she returned he held her to him, breathing her bodyfragrance: Sweetness, I need to kiss you. They embraced and felt the warmth of each others’ bodies close, and when they drew back from the kiss his cock was hard against her again. As she looked at him, her eyes were hooded. He shivered, glanced at his watch. Just twenty-five minutes before she had to catch the train to the airport, and his Eurostar was soon after.

– We need to find somewhere to fuck, he said. We need to fuck again before we part. She nodded acquiescence. Then she looked up in his eyes.

– I imagine that Disabled toilets are unisex here, as they are at home?

His mouth dried. He needed her again, this last time: I imagine so. They are in the UK anyway. There’s certainly one in the station.

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“If you want me to do you tonight, come by about 4:30, I’m going to close a little early. Bring a nice bottle of Ouzo.”

Did I want her to “do” me? You bet your ass I did! It was Wednesday, and she “did” me every Wednesday for the last three months. I had been looking forward to it since I came on board on Monday morning. As the ship’s weather officer, I had a lot of free time and was almost always horny.

I hurried, wrapped up the day’s weather forecasting, dashed to the ships duty-free store, grabbed a bottle of Ouzo and was standing in front of Ming Toy’s Salon of Beauty, white hat under my arm exactly at 4:30 P.M. She let the last customer out, me in and locked the door.

Her name wasn’t really Ming Toy, it was something like Betty Ming, but in school they nicknamed her “Toy” because of her size. She was a beautiful, tiny, asian woman, less than five feet tall, with golden skin and stylishly short hair so black that it glistened like a raven in the sun. I’m sure she didn’t weigh 90 pounds even with her clothes on. Her waist was so small I could almost circle it with my two hands.

She looked about 18, but I knew that she was 29, divorced, with a seven-year-old son. He lived with her mother and father while she was away on the ship. She was a second generation Chinese-American, born in California. She had gone to hair stylist college right out of high school and worked in a beauty salon until she saved enough money to lease this shop on a concession basis from the cruise line company.

When we were away from our home port, she worked long hours, usually from escort güngören 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. every day except Wednesdays and Sundays. Wednesday she closed at five and Sundays we were in port.

I handed her the liquor and said, “Hi Ming, I hope you are as ready for me as I am for you.” I was almost shaking with anticipation.

She gave me a knowing smile, thanked me for the bottle and had me sit down in the treatment chair. She began by giving me a luxurious shampoo and shoulder massage followed by a haircut, then, as delicate and soft as a feather she shaved my face, using an old fashioned barber’s mug with shaving soap and a brush. The only concession to modern technology was a disposable razor.

Next, we moved into the back, private, treatment room. We undressed each other and got into the shower where she bathed me all over. In the shower she sat down on a little plastic stool and had me put my feet, one at a time on her lap so she could wash them. She giggled a lot when I wiggled my toes. Still sitting on the stool, she bathed me from the waist down, with special attention to my testicles, penis and rectum. If you ever had soft hands, lubricated with soap, slipping, sliding and fondling your privates you would know what it did to me.

By the time she finished, my enjoyment of the shower was evident by the shape of my cock. It stood straight out in front of me like some sort of testimonial wand. Carefully avoiding it, she positioned me on the massage table, face up. Again, out came the saving mug and brush. bayan escort Another ocean of sensation washed over me as the warm lather was spread on the area around my penis. When I looked down it was as if it were a flagpole, standing straight, tall and proud in a field of fresh snow. Using a new disposable razor, she whisked my pubic hair away, pushing, prodding and pulling my cock out of the way as she worked. I experienced another wave of stimulation when she used a warm, wet towel to wipe away the remnants of the shaving soap.

That done, she applied a nice, men’s after shave followed by a light dusting of powder.

The final step was to have me sit on the little, very low, leatherette couch. She then took a position, on her knees, facing me and straddling my legs with her pussy only inches above my ready, willing and able cock. She was looking me straight in the eyes and smiling as she commenced to sink slowly down onto my waiting dick.

One thing that really turned me on was her instructions and the continuous running commentary of the events as they unfolded. “Oh, that feels so good when I rub my clit against your cock. How does that feel to you when I rub it up and down like that without putting it inside?” She never waited for an answer, just kept looking into my eyes and talking. “Now, let me just rub the head against my clit. Ooh, that feels good. I want to put just a little bit of it inside me. That’s it, just the head, I can feel the ridge around it just inside the lips of my pussy.” With a smile, “What does it do to you when I constrict escort güneşli my muscles? Can you feel that?” I was so wrapped up in my own sensations there was no way I could answer even if I wanted to.

“Let me slide down a little further and try it again. Not too fast, let me do all the work. Don’t push against me yet. You can do that when I slide all the way down. Ah, your cock is so big and it feels so good inside of me.” I think she giggled a little when she said, “It’s so long I believe it’s up above my belly button inside.”

Now a serious look, “Okay, let’s start all over again, but don’t take it all the way out, leave just the head in me. Now, I went to slide all the way down and see just how far up it does go. Oh God, I can’t believe how good it is and that I’ve got all of it inside of me.”

I could always tell when she was close. She reverted to a little girl voice, rested her head on my chest and with her hands on my shoulders, mumbled partial phrases, “Oh yes, that’s it. Mmm slowly… Now, ah, yes… Soon, very soon. Please, keep doing that! Oh yes, that’s it, now, oh my God, now, oh my God, now, yes, now, now! OOOHhhh.

There was no way I could control myself when she raised her head, looked me in the eyes and said, “Oh, Kent, I think I feel you. Are you ready to cum? Yes, I do feel it! You are shooting your cum into me! Oh, there’s so much and it feels so good, I’m glad you like it too. Now, just sit still and rest for a few minutes. I’ll clean you up and then we’ll do it again.”

I always did what she said. She was very good at clean up and following her orders were easy.

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I had been having a hard time that week. Two months into my last year of law school, I was getting senioritis and not going to class very often. My employer viewed this as an opportunity for me to work more often, something that did not surprise me in the least.

I had come into work that Saturday morning at about 5:30 to work on some complaints that had to be on file in the weeks ahead. It surprised me later that morning to hear a key rattle in the door and someone entering into the back office. Curious as to who was coming in early besides me, I went down the dividing hallway to see who it was.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, startling Shauna at the same time.

“I just came in to try and get some work done.” She replied.

She was a Reubenesque sort, with heavy, pendulous breasts that had oftentimes been the subject of my masturbatory fantasies. Since the beginning, she had always been a flirtatious sort, always rubbing her breasts on my back as we passed in the hall or seductively deep-throating a banana when I would walk into her office. We were both married, with her in her mid-40s and I in my mid-30s at the time.

That morning, when I had left the house, I had not planned on meeting anyone at the office. Accordingly, I had just worn my sleeping shorts to work, and no underwear to keep myself cased. After returning to my office for a short while, I got up to get a cup of coffee and take a short break from the tedium of drafting complaints. I walked toward Shauna’s office and leaned against the door frame.

“What are you working on?” I asked.

“The Avila file.” She replied. “Just trying to get this Request for Production in order.”

She stopped for a second and leaned back in her chair staring at me. The male attorneys in the office called Shauna a meat-gazer, as her eyes were continuously dropping to the buckle region on every guy in the office. Today was no different.

“Nice shorts.” She said, as her eyes lingered.

Being that it was the morning, and I was full of energy, that sort of caught me off guard. You could say that it triggered a response.

“Stop it.” I said, half-heartedly, not really wanting her too; I had escort sefaköy a need that morning.

It was uncanny how she could come up with a banana at any time of the day it seemed. She pulled open a drawer and removed a long, semi-green one from her top desk drawer. As I stood there in the doorway she peeled it in three strips to its base, and proceeded to lick the tip while looking from my crotch to my eyes and back again. She then proceeded to put more than half of the banana into her mouth, as if she was sucking on a long cock. She moaned approvingly while doing this.

“What’s the matter, Jay?” She asked.

“Why do you ask?” I replied.

“Well, …something seems to have come up.” She said, raising an eyebrow and dropping her gaze.

“Looks like something that needs some attention, wouldn’t you say?” She asked.

“You’re probably right, Shauna.” I replied. “I am going to the restroom, and if you hear any weird noises it is just me – going blind.”

I turned to walk away and she said, “Wait a minute.”

“Yes?” I said, looking over my shoulder.

“Why don’t you just take care of it right here.” She stated matter of factly.

I said, “Well, Shauna, it has been a while and I don’t want to make a big mess anywhere.”

She said, “I won’t let you make that big of a mess, and I would kind of like to see what you are made of.”

My heart was beginning to pound, and, thinking of all the possibilities, I had forgotten about what was going on in my shorts. I now had a full erection which was clear from any angle.

“You will tell everyone.” I said, hoping for an answer in the negative.

“Not if you don’t.” She replied.

“I would need some visual stimulation.” I told her, dropping my eyes to her cleavage.

She smiled and slowly began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse from the top down. About halfway down, she stopped and pulled her blouse further apart, so I could see the white, creamy skin of her breasts. Then she began pulling her breasts out of her bra without undoing any of the clasps.

“Does that give you enough to aim at?” She asked slyly.

“It escort bayan does that.” I replied, breathing heavily now.

Instead of pulling my shorts down, I pulled the left leg of them up exposing my cock to her. I heard a slight gasp as she inhaled with a ragged breath. Like any man’s first time with a woman, my cock seemed to be harder than it had ever been; it seemed to be throbbing uncontrollably. A small drop of pre-come glistened at the tip.

As Shauna and I stared at one another, I slowly reached down and rubbed that drop of pre-come around the tip of my cock. She watched me do this and looked back up at me smiling.

“You can make a mess on me, if you want.” She stated seductively.

“I plan to,” I said, and I slowly withdrew my finger and drew an X on her cleavage. “X marks the spot!”

I moved in closer to her, standing between her legs as she sat in her chair. I slowly began to stroke my cock, looking from her eyes to her breasts. Her gaze was transfixed on my cock, and my hand which slowly stroked it.

She leaned slightly forward, and I would draw circles around her nipples with the head of my cock, leaving them shiny with pre-come. Continuing to hold my shorts to one side with one hand while stoking with the other, I slowly continued pumping away. I watched as her hand creeped slowly to her crotch, and she began massaging her vagina over her sweatpants. I watched as she did this, and when she would look at me I would bite my lower lip with my teeth.

About a minute after she began rubbing herself, she slowly closed her eyes and shuddered with an audible gasp. She then brought her hand up to my balls and began massaging them as I stroked away.

Knowing that I had reached the point of no return, I asked Shauna, “are you ready?”

She looked up at me and slowly nodded her head. She then dropped her eyes back down to my hand which was now pounding my cock at a dizzying pace. She leaned even more forward so that my hand was rubbing against her breast on every stroke, rippling the flesh.

“Here I come.” I said through clenched teeth.

“Come on my tits.” She said. “Please come on my tits.”

With escort atakent that, I let loose a shot of semen that struck her in the chin and dropped down into her cleavage. Another rope then gushed forth and hit her in the neck. More and more shot out and onto her breasts. Shauna’s head was tilted back now and she was breathing heavily. I kept stroking until there was no more fluid escaping from the tip of my cock.

I looked down at her breasts, and they were covered with my semen. Shauna had been looking down and when she looked up I could see that her face had been hit with a couple of blasts too. She smiled at me and then lowered her head and gently took my cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and with her thumb at the base of my balls stroked the remaining cum from my cock into her mouth. She took my cock deep into her mouth several times before pulling away completely.

She looked at me and then licked her lips which were shiny with my semen.

“Could you get me a towel from the kitchen area?” She asked.

“No.” I said. “I want to see you lick everything clean.”

She smiled and looked me in the eyes and began to take her fingers and run them through the heaviest deposits which remained on her breasts, which she then brought to her mouth. She would then lick her fingers as if she was eating some sort of finger food. She did this several times while I stood there watching her. Finally, she took my cock and drew it through her cleavage. There was a big glob of semen on the crown of my cock, which she put into her mouth and sucked off. She proceeded to lick me clean swallowing every drop.

Afterward, I went to the kitchen area, got a kitchen towel wet, and brought it back to her office. She reached for it, but I told her that I would do it.

I began wiping off her huge breasts, which were slick with the remains of my come. I lifted each one from the bra to clean the underside. I slowly wiped her cleavage and neck clean of the mess that I had made. When I was done, I replaced her breasts into her bra and rebuttoned her blouse. I started to wipe her face and lips clean with the towel but she stopped me short of doing so.

“I still have work to do, and need some motivation to get done.” She said.

“How much longer do you think that it will take you to have another load ready?” She asked.

“Give me a couple of minutes.” I said.

“I can do that.” She replied. “But don’t take too long, this lip gloss won’t last long.”

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I just got home from college when my best friend Tommy called me. He said I should come over to his parent’s house and then we would go out and shoot some pool. I drove over and Tommy’s mom, Lucy greeted me at the door. I sometimes think I would rather see Lucy than Tommy. My friend’s mom had these giant tits. The top she was wearing that day could barely contain those big jugs.

Tommy said I should wait while he hopped into the shower. I was standing there looking at Lucy when I heard the shower water turning on.

“We don’t have much time,” Lucy said to me.

I had no idea was she was talking about. That was when Lucy pulled her top up over her head and she unsnapped her bra. My eyes must have gone wide staring at those huge melons. Lucy stood there before me and I just froze.

“What are you waiting for?” She said to me.

I came out of my daze and I reached out and took each tit on my hands. Lucy let out this moan as I squeezed her big tits. Lucy wanted more, it seemed.

“Kiss them,” she told me.

I leaned in and tried to take each nipple into my mouth. I was having trouble. Those nipples were as large as an egg. I did my best. I used my tongue and then I nibbled on each one. The time went by so quickly. We both heard the shower water stop. Lucy picked up her bra and put it back on. She put her top back on before Tommy left the bathroom. I was surprised when Tommy walked back into the kitchen. His mom’s nipples were popping through the material of the top.

Tommy said he was ready to shoot some pool. Needless to say, pool was the last thing on my mind. Luckily, Lucy had slipped me her phone number and told me to call her later that night. I spent the day with Tommy, playing pool and drinking a few beers but my mind was elsewhere. I dropped Tommy off at his place eventually and I drove home. I waited until around eleven pm to call Lucy.

“Can you be over here around ten tomorrow?” She asked.

I told her I would be there and that ended our conversation. I went to bed and stroked my cock that night. All I could think of was Lucy. The escort mahmutbey next morning I drove over and Tommy’s car was gone. I rang the doorbell and Lucy let me in.

“Tommy went to buy some new clothes, he’ll be gone for a few hours,” she said.

Lucy took me back to a spare bedroom. I watched as she stripped down completely. Besides those tits, Lucy had shaved down completely around her pussy. Lucy had to have been in her mid-forties but she looked like a young woman. I got out of my clothes as well and Lucy told me to lie back on the bed. Tommy’s mom got up over me and took my cock in her hand. She slowly stroked me up and down. Just as I was starting to get hard Lucy took me in her mouth.

This wasn’t one of those lame blowjobs where the woman only licks the head of your cock. Lucy was going right down to the root and then coming back to the top of my mushroom. She kept looking at my face to get a reaction. I was grunting as she worked on my dick. She made me hard and then climbed up over my staff. Lucy guided me to her opening and then she sunk down. I was surprised to find that Lucy was so tight. It took me a little while to get my dick all the way inside her pussy.

Once I was in, I began to thrust up into Lucy’s belly. She would drop down on me the whole way and we got into a fucking rhythm. At first I had my hands on both of her ass cheeks, gripping them. All I can tell you is that Lucy needed cock in the worst way. She was telling me to give it to her as hard as I could. I brought my ass up and fed her every hard inch I had. I soon moved my hands from her ass up to her tits.

I just had to squeeze those melons again. Lucy loved to have her tits played with. I could barely get the palms of my hands around them, they were so huge. I only hoped that Tommy didn’t decide to cut short his shopping trip and walk in on us. Luckily, that didn’t happen. Lucy must have rode my dick for close to an hour. My dick was actually getting raw towards the end. I knew the time was near when Lucy’s body started eskort to shake. She was beginning to have her orgasms.

We timed it just right. Lucy was making these noises when I finally dumped my load into her pussy. I watched her face when she first felt the heat from my seed hit her. She had this surprised look on her face. I kept bringing my ass up, unloading all my cream into her greedy hole. Thankfully, I had a large load to give Lucy. I must have shot six or seven good squirts inside her. Lucy used her muscles to get everything out of my dick. When she got the last bit she collapsed onto my chest.

I held my milf lover in my arms as she tried to calm down and recover.

“I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time, Ross.”

There wasn’t time for a second round. Tommy was expected back shortly. Lucy got herself cleaned up and then it was my turn. Lucy did manage to use her lips and clean the spunk off from my spent cock. This time I gave Lucy my phone number. She said she would contact me later. The rest of day I was in a daze. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Sure, I wanted to fuck Lucy but how was this all going to end. Sure enough that night, Lucy called me when I was in my bedroom.

She ended up telling me that her husband was always away on some sort of business. She couldn’t take it anymore with no sex. She said she had been attracted to me and she had wondered about what my cock looked like. She decided to show me her tits the other morning. Lucy also had plans for the both of us. She wanted to meet and fuck again. It was too dangerous to meet in her house anymore. She told me to drive to a wooded park the next day and meet her there.

I drove up to the day use area and there was Lucy in her car. She gathered up a blanket and we walked back into the woods. Lucy put the blanket down and then undressed. I really didn’t like the idea of someone blundering onto us but I wanted to fuck Lucy badly. I undressed and Lucy got onto her back. I pushed her legs back and I started to rub my cock across her wet folds. I wish escort sultangazi you could have heard her crying out for me to give her my cock. That is exactly what I did.

I positioned my mushroom at her damp folds and I pushed into her pussy. I took Lucy hard out there in the woods. I would push in the whole way and then pull out so only the head of my dick was inside her. I kept doing that and I brought Lucy to a hot boil. I even got her to squirt her liquids all over me. I think it even surprised Lucy that she got that worked up. She would squirt and then I would ram my cock in the whole way. I kept doing that until I was ready to cum.

I didn’t think I had much left in the tank from the previous day’s fucking but I was mistaken. I pounded into Lucy the whole way and gave her more of my sticky seed. One thing I did find out, Lucy loves cum. She told me it makes her crazy when she feels the heat of my spunk entering her pussy. I shot my load and then left my dick inside Lucy for as long as I could. I eventually pulled out and Lucy cleaned me off once more with her mouth.

I loved looking at Lucy’s face and seeing my cum on her lips and some of it running down her chin. We did manage to clean up with some old towels I brought along. We got dressed but before we left Lucy asked me something.

“Ross, what would you think about making me pregnant?”

I didn’t think that was a very good idea. Lucy was still married and I wasn’t finished with school. I didn’t want Tommy to ever find out what his mother and I had been up to. I told her I didn’t think that we should do that. Lucy got this pouting look on her face.

“You are on the pill, aren’t you?” I asked.

She said that she was but she wanted to have a baby with me. My head started spinning. I didn’t want our sex to end right there. I told her to let me think about it awhile. That seemed to cheer her up some. Lucy did tell me she was in love with my cock. I didn’t want to ask if she was in love with me or just my cock. I let things ride for the time being.

I am home now and trying to sort things out. Do I stop seeing Lucy and bring the sex between us to an end. I thought about putting her off until it was time to go back to school. It also crossed my mind that Lucy might just stop taking birth control without telling me. No matter what I do, I don’t see a good ending to having sex with my milf lover.

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Morgan saw Mr. Baker coming from a mile away. He was a giant to her small 5’3″ body. She had lovely soft sandy blonde hair with c cup breasts and a nice round ass. And she was a real beauty at only 25 years old even thought she had a 2 year old. She was currently single and hadn’t been intimate with anyone since her limp dick baby daddy had left. But Mr. Baker might be the remedy to that.

Three weeks ago she had been repulsed by the perverted 60 year old man. He was in great shape and not just for his age. He had come by his daughter’s house when she happened to be there and he had been wearing some tight blue jeans and was really making Morgan uncomfortable. She did however notice a massive bulge in his jeans straining.

It wasn’t until visiting her friend Victoria that she learned what he was.

“He’s a fucking stud!” Victoria was not holding back. She was 25 also, married and had a kid.

“What?”

“Girl he broke me in at 18.”

Victoria then described her 18th summer getting her pussy fucked by Mr. Baker’s big dick.

“He just keeps pumping and pumping. He doesn’t stop even when you star exploding. He loves banging young pussy and you need to try it out.”

“I don’t know Vic, he’s pushing 60.”

“So what? I might call him tonight and see if he can’t give me some fun since hubby is out of town.”

Victoria had always been the more conservative friend in their group and to hear what she said about Mr. Baker was eye popping.

“Fuck girl I want that big cock in me right now!”

Morgan got messaged by Victoria that night. She was sharing pics of her and Mr. Baker. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She was sucking his cock which was way too big for her small mouth. Then she was trying to fit his cock in her pussy cowgirl and the final pic was her covered in his cum while sucking the massive head of his circumcised cock. It was unbelievable to see and Morgan was about to explode. She decided right then she had to try it.

She messaged him the next day on FB.

“Hey.” She was testing the waters.

“Hey pretty girl. You must have seen the fun I had with Vicky. You want to try out the Big Man?”

What a egotistical pervert! The old fucker is really confident… “for good reason”, she thought in the back of her head. She knew she should stop, but the image of that beast was too much.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

This fucking big dick bastard. She wouldn’t beg.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. I’ll come pick you up escort cengelköy in a little bit.”

A little bit? Surely he needed time to recover? He had just been with Victoria all night last night. He should be spent.

He pulled up in his monster pick up.

“Mom my date is here I’ll be back later.” Morgan was lucky her mom was never one to turn down babysitting. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice that it was Mr. Baker she was going out with.

She was wearing a nice loose top with lace straps revealing her perfect perky breasts cleavage and some nice leggings that showed off her thick, but not too thick, legs that led to her perfect round ass. She hopped up into his passenger seat and saw he was wearing a white tank top showing off his big muscular arms attached to his farmer tanned body. He was wearing a clean pair of tight blue jeans and his bulge was visible to Morgan’s gaze.

“Like what you see Baby Girl?”

Morgan snapped out of it realizing she had been caught gazing. “I was surprised at how forward you were. I’m not usually one for going out with someone so much older.” Her ex was only two years older than her, so a man 35 years older than her was a bit different.

“Don’t worry baby I’ll break you in right unlike your little ex. I’m sure you noticed I’m working with much BIGGER equipment than that little boy.” The way he talked about her ex was making her wet.

“So where are we going?”

“Oh somewhere private where we won’t be disturbed.” Morgan knew what that meant.

25 minutes later they were parked in an empty field and both in the back seat. They were both tangled up in a heated make out session. Morgan didn’t much care for smokers but the way he was working his massive hands over her tiny body was good. She kept pulling up his top and rubbing his six pack and he kept working one hand on her ass and the other on her tits.

24 hours ago Morgan was thinking this man was a disgusting pervert. Now she was letting this old pervert have his way with her.

She brushed her hand across his lap and felt his bulge stir.

“Oh baby, you ready to see it?”

Morgan paused, she had never moved this fast before. Mr. Baker didn’t wait and unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. He was wearing tight boxers and Morgan was hooked on the massive bulge trying to spring free.

The next thing Morgan knew she was curled up beside him, top off, playing with his now exposed big meat. It was amazing to eskort bayan her. 9″ of pure man and as thick as her wrist. This was the cock she needed, the one she deserved. Her pussy was going nuts just imagining how it would feel. She finally lowered her small mouth to the head and began sucking it.

“Oh fuck yes!” Mr. Baker was in heaven. He never could’ve predicted how much a slut Morgan was. Then again Victoria had been a shocking slut too when he broke her in. He could see her struggling to get her little mouth around it like most girls did. He moved his hand around her and cupped her perky tit.

Morgan felt his massive hand around her tit and felt her pussy throb. She instinctively moved her hand into her leggings. She moved her fingers around gently and could feel the mess it had made.

Mr. Baker saw her trouble and moved his hand to meet to her leggings and felt the dripping pussy beneath her hand. She retreated her small hand and let him do the work while she focused on his tool. She was now working about a fourth of his meat into her tight mouth.

Her pussy felt nice and tight to his fingers and he knew he had to try his cock in there. In a quick motion he spun the young girl around onto her back and started pulling her leggings off. She had neglected to wear underwear and her pussy was already puffy and red and most importantly soaked.

Morgan felt this was too fast but her pussy was saying something different. She looked up and didn’t see an old pervert anymore but a hung conqueror who was about to destroy her tight young pussy with is massive weapon. She had one leg laying down the side of the seat while the other hang over the top. They were both already a sweaty mess.

“Ok baby, let’s break this beautiful pussy in.” Mr. Baker placed the big mushroom head against her pussy and began to slowly push.

“Oh fuck! Oh god!” Morgan was in heaven and dying all at once. Nothing that big was supposed to try and enter there.

Mr. Baker was harder than ever and his cock was trying so desperately to fit in her tightness. “Fuck girl you sure you had a kid?”

She was so horny she was humping up to meet his meat and try to fit. After an eternity the mushroom finally popped in.

“Fuck!” Morgan was proud of herself for getting him inside.

“Oh baby we’re just getting started.” Mr. Baker began humping more into her slowly.

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkk!!” Morgan was cumming. He hadn’t even got a fourth of the way in and she was gushing. escort hadımköy

“You like having a real cock baby?”

“Yes sir!”

“Call me Daddy!” He jammed another inch in.

“Yes Daddy!” He then began fucking her with what he had managed to get to fit.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She was going nuts now. His pussy pleaser was giving her unending pleasure.

He looked down and saw his exposed cock with her cream all over it. This slut was too good. He reached down and started rubbing her clit causing a massive orgasm for her.

“Oh! Fuck!!” He stopped as she lay there spent.

“Alright let’s get Daddy off.” He spun her around and had her round ass facing him on her knees while her spent body had her face against the bottom of the seat. He rubbed his cock against her red lips.

“Stop teasing Daddy. Please fuck me.” She was spent but knew her pussy wanted more. He didn’t need anymore encouragement and pushed his meat into her.

“Ohhhhh!.” She was so full and could feel more cock entering her from this angle. He was like a machine going in and out over and over. Each thrust was more meat filling her tight pussy.

“Damn girl this pussy is so good. I wish I could’ve broken you in at 18 like your friends.” He kept thrusting getting harder and harder on each thrust. Thank god she had had a kid or she wouldn’t be able to handle his power.

Then he gazed upon her asshole. So tiny and beautiful. He had to have it. But he knew it wouldn’t be tonight. However…

“Woah!!” Morgan sat up on her hands quickly. She felt that finger at her asshole. “What the fuck! NO!”

He spanked her ass cheek with force. “Calm down slut! I’m making the rules. Just sit there and enjoy it I’m not fucking you there tonight. Just gonna get you used to the idea.”

She noted the use of the word, tonight. He was really digging his finger in there too and unfortunately she had to admit it felt great.

“Fuck!!” She came for a fifth time and it was too much for Mr. Baker.

“Here it comes slut!” He began exploding balls deep in her pussy as her lips clutched on his meat for dear life.

“Wait! N…!” She tried to scream but it was too late. She was cumming again as his seed coated the walls of her pussy. She felt every drop as it hit her. It was like a fountain going off in her pussy and it wouldn’t stop. He kept humping over and over making sure there was nothing left.

He slowly pulled out of her to a loud pop.

“Fuck Daddy! I’m not on the pill.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. Well I am getting up there, so might not have to worry about it.”

“I hope so.”

They were both sweaty messes and out of breath.

“Wanna get together tomorrow night Baby Girl?”

Morgan what have you gotten yourself into.

To be continued…

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So a friend played squash sometimes, because people seem to get into weird sports at uni and then keep doing them, I guess. This guy played squash, and was into it, and we were talking once and I said I never had, so he said he could show me if I wanted, so I said yep, okay. And a bit later we did.

I was awful, obviously. Like not only had I never tried squash specifically before, I’ve never played any kind of sport with basically hitting a little ball with a stick. So I didn’t do well. But he was nice about it so never mind.

We ran around and got sweaty, and then I wanted him because sweaty.

I should have thought of that, but I didn’t.

I kind of have a habit of exercising with people and then wanting to fuck them. Um, seriously. I’m susceptible to sweaty, okay?

So anyways, that happened. I got wet for him.

And also, to be clear, in case you haven’t done squash, because it’s kind of a weird sport, squash is like tennis but where you have a little bouncy rubber ball and you play inside a room rather than outside. So tennis, but where you hit the ball off escort yenibosna the walls too, bouncing it off the wall in front of you, so you both have to kind of run backward and forwards past each other to take turns hitting it. Inside these closed rooms, because of how you use the walls to play.

Closed rooms with only a little window in the door.

Which are very private.

Which I’m kind of noticing, as I’m running past him. The privateness of it all. And I’m kind of noticing the sweaty too.

So I get silly. I bump into him. I get, um, embarrassingly obvious.

I crash into him kind of on purpose, and he kind of catches me, and holds me up, and I kiss him.

I should be ashamed. I know.

I kiss him, and kind of drop the squash racket, and grab him. And he pulls me over to the back wall, so we’re beside the door, beside the only window, and no-one can see us if they look inside.

And we’re both rudely abrupt with the other.

He basically sticks his hand into my shorts and fingers me. Like bayan escort just does it, and I’m desperately wanting to be touched, and kind of stand there and shift my feet so he can easily. And I pretty much do the same to him, too.

Like I’m ready, and I want to fuck, and I know I don’t have a condom. And I kind of assume he doesn’t either.

So I kneel down.

I know. Yep. It’s dangerous and silly, blah, all of that. But before I do I look at him and make sure he doesn’t look too nasty, and I think, um briefly, about my mouth and teeth-brushing and cuts. So not hugely dangerous.

So anyways. I kneel down, and suck his cock, and he stands there just right and lets me.

Like lets me just right. Perfectly. Because there’s kind of a way of getting a blowjob, and holding hair, and holding me, and pulling me forwards just enough, or pushing into my mouth just enough, that it’s needing and sexy without being rude. Rude, because if it’s the first time I’ve blown you, please don’t just try and fuck my mouth without asking. That rude! But he doesn’t escort kayaşehir do that at all. He does it exactly right. Just standing there, letting me, not getting in the way, mostly still, but making quiet little noises like he desperately wants me, half bent onto me, not balancing quite right, holding my hair, and so I can feel his leg shaking against my arm.

So I suck him. I suck him off, and he comes, and he also tastes good. Just some people are different to others, and some people just taste crazy-sexy good. I don’t know why. He does.

Then he pulls me up and kisses me, which is pretty much perfect.

Then he goes down on me too, which is perfect as well.

He pulls off my shorts and licks me out there, against the wall in the squash court, and I come about as quickly as he did.

Then we sit there panting and stuff and I think both a bit surprised.

Luckily we have water there with us.

It was sudden and nice and incredibly sexy, and I say something about how I think I quite like squash.

Because funny after sex is good! It makes weird shit like this less awkward!

And also, later, we had sex a few more times too, just because that first time was so intense and good. I wanted to actually fuck in the squash court, just to do it, but he thought it was too risky so we never did. Which was a shame. But maybe it would have been bad to spoil that first time.

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“Jamila, I must admit, when I first saw you in the Capital University library, I thought you were soft and sweet,” Jean-Paul Stephens said with a nervous smile, and he looked upon his dominatrix with newfound reverence. Mistress Karangwa, also known as Jamila Karangwa, smiled at the burly, handsome and dark-skinned young Haitian gentleman who sat across from her. The Ugandan-born Muslim dominatrix pursed her lips before replying…

From the onset, Jamila Karangwa, born in the City of Kampala, Capital of Uganda, and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario, could be described as a difficult woman. The tall, lovely, curvy, gorgeously dark-skinned and impeccably dressed, forty-something African lady liked to have her way and didn’t like it when anyone opposed her. That being said, she was so used to having to fight, to dominate others, that she wasn’t sure how to proceed when someone put themselves under her command…

“You are looking for a black female dominant?” Jamila Karangwa recalled saying as she dined with Jean-Paul Stephens at the Starbucks located inside the campus library. They were just getting to know each other at the time. Jamila was usually guarded in her dealings with men, especially younger black men, but there was something quite appealing and strangely disarming about Jean-Paul Stephens. Only twenty three, Jean-Paul carried himself with a maturity beyond his age. That’s why Jamila Karangwa accepted him as a potential submissive, a learner in the ways of BDSM…

“Not everything powerful or dangerous looks it, sometimes, the most dangerous things look the most innocuous,” Mistress Karangwa replied, pulling herself out of her little trip down memory lane. Stephens nodded respectfully, as understanding dawned in his mind. Jamila Karangwa was the genuine article. A year ago, while working on a criminal law paper in the Capital University library, he met a most remarkable woman. What followed was absolutely astounding…

“What first went through your mind when you saw me?” Jamila Karangwa asked Jean-Paul, and the young Haitian sipped his drink, and leaned back in his chair. escort beykent A sly smile crept across his round, handsome face and Jamila smiled. She knew that this was going to be good. Jean-Paul Stephens was certainly a cool and rather unique individual, that’s for damn sure.

“I saw a tall, fine sister with lovely dark chocolate skin, a thick ass and a nice Afro and decided to holler, and I got more than I bargained for,” Stephens said softly, as he recalled his first meeting with Jamila Karangwa, the Muslim lady from the City of Kampala, Uganda. The African MILF was a newcomer to Capital University, having decided to return to school after getting married, becoming a mother and subsequently getting into a nasty divorce with her ex-husband, Mohammed Karangwa.

“That’s what you were meant to see,” Mistress Karangwa said to Stephens, and the young Haitian man nodded, amazed. He thought of all the fun and wicked things that he and Mistress Karangwa had done together, and smiled. The tall, sinfully sexy, Afro-sporting African Muslim gal definitely put Stephens through his paces, and he couldn’t get enough of her…

“I bow to your supreme beauty, strength and intelligence, Mistress Karangwa,” Jean-Paul Stephens said, and the lovely African lady watched, amazed, as the young Haitian scholar genuflected before her. Jamila Karangwa still couldn’t believe how eager Jean-Paul Stephens was to serve her. The other black men she’d dealt with found the idea of submitting to a strong black woman in the bedroom absolutely absurd. The Haitian stud was so different…

“And I am happy to accept the gift of your submission, handsome,” Mistress Karangwa replied, and she smiled at Jean-Paul Stephens, who looked at her adoringly. Mistress Karangwa smiled, recalling how doggedly Jean-Paul had pursued her throughout the year. While most black men out there thought that modern black women were too loud and too bossy, Jean-Paul Stephens of Haiti seemed to crave black female domination. How about that?

“Thank you ma’am,” Jean-Paul Stephens said softly, istanbul escorts and Jamila Karangwa looked at her sub and smiled. The Ugandan Muslim dominatrix recalled all the mean and sexy things she did to Jean-Paul the night before. Even for a dominatrix and avowed sensualist, Jamila definitely pushed the envelope. With someone like Jean-Paul in her life, the hardened, stoic woman began to dream old dreams…

“You wore me out last night,” Jamila Karangwa whispered coyly, and she leaned closer, and then, planted a kiss on Jean-Paul Stephens lips. The young Haitian was quite surprised by the kiss, but did not seem to mind. Indeed, Jean-Paul gently laid his hands on Jamila’s and kissed her back. When they came up for air, Jamila smiled and winked at Jean-Paul, who smiled nervously. Jamila’s passions, unpredictable though they may be, never ceased to amaze the hell out of Jean-Paul…

“Did I?” Jean-Paul Stephens asked innocently, and Mistress Karangwa grinned and nodded. The young man smiled, and recalled that particularly vigorous session he and his dominatrix had in the basement of her townhouse near the Billings Bridge area of Ottawa. Last night, Jamila stopped holding back and went to town on Jean-Paul Stephens, showing him what Ugandan Muslim female domination was all about, and then some…

“Eat my fine Ugandan Muslim ass,” Jamila Karangwa said, and she sat on Jean-Paul’s face, smothering him with her thick dark derriere. Lying flat on the carpeted floor of Mistress Karangwa’s basement, his dick in his hands, Jean-Paul smiled as the Ugandan dominatrix’s big butt rested on her face. Obediently he began eating her ass, and Mistress Karangwa cooed softly, loving the feel of the Haitian stud’s tongue in her butt hole…

“Your ass is heavenly, Mistress Karangwa,” Jean-Paul paused to say, and he slapped her big ass, watching as his dominatrix squealed in delight. Twisting his tongue inside Mistress Karangwa’s asshole, Jean-Paul began digging her butt hole like a miner looking for gold. The Ugandan dominatrix shuddered violently, and cried out, and escort rus that’s when she came. Mistress Karangwa squealed and shook all over, her wet, hairy pussy oozing cum as a wicked orgasm got hold of her. All thanks to her darling submissive, Jean-Paul Stephens of Haiti…

“You did a good job, I got a treat for you, my sub,” Mistress Karangwa said, and that’s when she put Jean-Paul on all fours, and gave his cute Haitian butt a sound spanking. Jean-Paul smiled, loving every moment of it. Getting spanked by a sultry and bossy older black woman from Africa was many a young black man’s secret dream, and for Jean-Paul that dream was finally coming true…

“Thank you ma’am,” Jean-Paul Stephens said, after Mistress Karangwa finished spanking him. Donning her favorite strap-on dildo, the Ugandan Muslim dominatrix flashed her Haitian sub a bright smile. Smiling, Jean-Paul stuck his ass out, eager to get pegged. Mistress Karangwa grabbed some bottle of lubricant and smeared its contents on Jean-Paul’s asshole, and then pressed the business end of the dildo against his bum…

“You’ll thank me later, Jean-Paul, now, be a good sub and give me that sweet Haitian ass,” Mistress Karangwa said enthusiastically, and that’s when she gripped Jean-Paul’s hips and pushed the dildo into his ass. The young Haitian man groaned sharply as his dominatrix began to fuck his ass with her toy. Stroking his hard dick, Jean-Paul huffed and puffed, loving the feel of Mistress Karangwa’s dildo up his ass. Black on black pegging is definitely where it’s at!

“Wax that ass, ma’am,” Jean-Paul cried out enthusiastically as Mistress Karangwa worked his ass with her strap-on dildo. Mistress Karangwa slapped Jean-Paul’s ass, and the Haitian stud moaned softly, loving what she was doing to him. Mistress Karangwa had dominated lots of men, and a few women, in her time, but topping a black man was a special delight for her. And she absolutely relished the experience…

“Last night was one for the ages,” Jamila Karangwa said to Jean-Paul Stephens, and the two of them got up and left the Starbucks located inside Canada’s Capital University library. They walked through the busy, sunlit quad and made their way to the bus. Laughing, they got on and headed for the Billings Bridge area. Jamila Karangwa wanted to take Jean-Paul to round two of their BDSM-inspired fun and games, and the Haitian brother was totally down with that…

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Who was Ms. Mazarine?

She was a quiet, focused woman. She was a handler for what was likely the most prestigious ‘spy’ company in the world. She could type at 120 words per minute while humming Mozart’s 9th symphony in C major, and she was on a high-protein diet that lent itself almost beautifully to her physical appearance.

Mazarine wasn’t a shy woman, but she was soft-spoken and so she was often mistaken as such.

Sebastian saw her walk quietly through their work doors every morning with her head bent over her phone, heels tapping quietly against the marble flooring, and the arm of her glasses hooked neatly over the fold of her breast pocket, and he understood why people assumed her to be unconfident, bashful, even reticent.

Despite appearances, though, Ms. Maz was more commanding and confident than any other woman he’d met in his life, and it was a pity that few men had ever experienced her for long enough to learn it. He raised a glass to any man who’d been exposed to even a quarter of that feisty personality burrowing itself under her secluded demeanor.

When she passed him with her nose in her work and said, “Good morning, Seb,” as if he were a peripheral thought, it wasn’t so evident. But a moment later when she was standing at the elevator doors and she looked over her shoulder at him, slowly licked her lips, and then turned back to the elevator as if she hadn’t done it, it was much more obvious.

He was curious. He was intrigued. He wanted more and if that meant prematurely raising a glass to himself in preparation for that goal, then so be it.

–

Sebastian had dreams about Mazarine all the time, and in them, sometimes she was talking with her mouth. Most times she was talking with her body.

He remembered fondly that in one of his dreams, Maz was laid out on the cold, wooden floor of her office and beneath her back were these ugly, blue blankets that he’d nicked from the supply closet. Her pencil skirt was pulled up around her hips, she wasn’t wearing any shoes (only the lace mid-thigh stockings that often accompanied her office dress), and her lace panties were pushed down to her ankles. Her feet were escort bahçelievler on the floor and her legs were spread neatly so that standing over her lower body, Sebastian could look down at her exposed, shaved pussy.

None of it was real, but Sebastian felt it all the same. His stomach was in knots. His fingers were itching to touch. His mouth was aching to taste. He wanted her more badly than he’d wanted anyone.

“You think there’s an excuse for your behavior?” Mazarine asked softly. She said it with so little conviction that it came out almost passively. She was continuing a conversation that Sebastian couldn’t remember – maybe didn’t need to remember. That often happened in his dreams. Just the calm lull of her voice was enough to make the conversation relevant.

“No Ma’am,” Sebastian responded. In this dream, he’d come off of a mock-50’s mission and was still done up neatly in a suit, but he reached up and yanked his Hamburg hat off of his head and whipped it neatly aside. Then he slipped a finger between his neck and his tie and loosened it. “But I sure hope that this’ll explain at least a little bit of it.”

It’d been a long time since Sebastian had been on his knees in pursuit of a woman’s pussy. This time, he went easily down onto them and pushed Mazarine’s legs a little bit further apart. Her ankles tugged at the panties holding them close to one another, and they stretched, threatening to tear. He was dreaming, Sebastian reminded himself, and since he was dreaming and Victoria’s Secret was free in the land of imagination, he ripped them easily and threw the newly ruined garment aside. Then he coaxed Maz’s thighs far enough apart from one another that he could crawl between them, hovering over her as he reached down between them and pressed his fingers easily between the folds of her lips.

Mazarine had a gorgeous body. Sebastian had dreamt about it so often that he’d forgotten she’d never let him see it in real life. She was always wet, ready for Sebastian to slip whichever part of himself he wanted into her. The way her body accommodated him no matter which he chose to istanbul bayan escort use was almost as surreal as the idea of her on her back in the first place.

This time he only used his fingers. When Mazarine’s body gave way around them, she was so warm. He could feel every ridge and bump of her as he slowly pushed two of them into her as deep as his knuckles, and she sighed happily, her eyes fluttering closed as he pulled them back out and then pushed them back into her again. She licked her lips as he began to fuck her with his fingers.

“Sebastian,” Mazarine breathed.

Sebastian loved this the most about his dreams. It was the sound of his own name slipping from between Maz’s gorgeous lips – quiet, low, and unbidden. She never begged for anything when they worked a case together, but with his fingers pumping into her steadily she almost always gave it up. Her hand snuck to her chest, gripping and rubbing her breast through the fabric of her work shirt. For every second that passed with Sebastian fucking her gently, she breathed his name over and over again until, “please,” slipped free.

Sebastian could feel the strain of his own cock pressing excitedly against the zipper of his pants begging for a turn, and he thought for a moment that he might give it to her. It would be so easy to take the zip down the track and just let himself free, fuck into her with his entire body and push her up the floor with the force of it; break her in bit by bit until she was sweating and crying, shaking and convulsing, unable to speak. It felt better to go slow like this, though. Be steady and listen to her slowly build up her orgasm around him.

He whispered, “Come on, babe, I got you,” and she whimpered in response.

Maz’s hips started to move against Sebastian’s fingers. She settled her feet more firmly against the ugly blankets and rocked herself so that every time Sebastian pulled out and pushed back in, he went a bit deeper. His body was settled so comfortably between her legs and his fingers were coated in her, lubricated with her excitement. He could take his fingers back if he wanted, then just grind between escort halkalı her legs until he came in his pants like a horny teenager – but truth be told, his orgasm wouldn’t be nearly as worthwhile as watching Maz’s eyes roll back into her head when she finally came from just the work of his hand.

It was only a minute that Maz had to ride his fingers before her thighs started to shake a bit. Her head was tilted back against the floor, her harsh breath coming out in small pants that seemed to fill the otherwise dead silence of the room. He fucked her a bit harder, and then a bit harder, and then he fucked her hard enough for his wrist to start hurting. Until she came, she didn’t beg again. But after a moment her body went unexpectedly tense around his fingers and the fluttering of her insides sucked him in. Her back arched up off of the floor and she moaned, “O-oh, fuck,” louder than he expected, and in those two sounds was the loss of composure that made every second of his unconsciousness a blessing.

One day he wanted to hear it outside of his imagination.

–

“Sebastian? This is important information.”

Sebastian blinked himself back to focus and looked around quickly. Same old wooden table he saw everyday. Same untouched cup of coffee he poured himself everyday in front of him. Same coworker on his right side, watching him curiously as he waited for the response. He was in a briefing, recollecting a dream he likely shouldn’t have had in the first place.

With a quick cough, he adjusted in his seat and said, “Yes ma’am. Just a bit tired, that’s all.”

“And you think that excuses your behavior?”

The words took him so quickly by surprise that he immediately stuttered, “W-what?”

“You’re an agent for one of the best agencies in the world and you think there’s an excuse for conking out during your briefing. Misunderstanding the information that’s being provided to you could get yourself or a coworker killed. If you’d like to take a nap, you can do it when I’m not telling you how to survive an infiltration of an underground mob in Ibiza.”

This was who Ms. Maz was. A competent handler. A no-nonsense woman. A woman that Sebastian could easily see himself settling down with. And if nothing else had ever come from this stupid job, those dreams that he had of her every other week could hold him over until he retired because they were that damn good.

With a smile on his face, Sebastian nodded his head quickly and said, “Yes ma’am,” a second time.

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This story, as with all of the stories I have written, is purely fictional. No accounts are to be taken literally, and all characters in this work are fictional also. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Her name was Estelle and she was Ken’s, my bosses, wife. For a 61 year-old woman, she was beautiful. She had hardly any wrinkles and her body was incredible.

She had short, curly auburn hair and amazing hazel eyes. Every time I was around her I could feel my dick hardening inside my pants.

My boss and I were close friends, being single and 22 I would spend the night at his house often times after work.

I often lie in bed at night and fantasize about Estelle while I jack-off hard. Sometimes I run downstairs and grab a pair of her panties to smell while I beat-my-meat.

The smell of her pussy is incredible. A little strong and pungent with the odor of piss, but it smelled so good as it emanated from the soft fabric into my nose.

I sometimes sleep in and meet Ken at the office after he made his calls later in the day.

Estelle was a nurse so she would sleep in too.

Sometimes I fantasized about how a situation would occur where her and I would be able to have sex.

I imagine being really bold and sneaking into their room after Ken had left. I imagine her sleeping there under the covers wearing only a bra and panties.

I could envision myself sneaking up and crawling on her bed, being careful not to disturb her.

I would peel back the covers and admire her soft and sexy body.

I carefully position myself between her legs and move my face in close to her pussy. With my hands I carefully push her panties to the side exposing her beautifully trimmed pussy.

I then see myself bending down and moving my face in close to her pussy, inhaling her sweet aroma, being careful not to wake her before it is time. I then clamp my mouth of her pussy and start licking her lips up and down as she breathes deeply and awakens, unsure of what is going on.

By the time she realizes that it is I licking her pussy, escort esenler it is too late.

She would be overcome by the feelings and sensations of my tongue probing deep inside her pussy that all she would be able to do is moan and succumb to my sucking and licking her moist cunt.

“Oh yeah Chris,” she moans to me.

“Mmmmm,” she whimpers as I flick my tongue over her super-sensitive clitoris.

Just as I imagine her flooding my face and mouth her cum, I blow my wad and the fantasy is over.

I had various other fantasies about her; little did I know one of them was about to come true.

I was lying in bed one night at their house after work, horney as hell, beating my tool. I had the covers down over my legs and my underwear pulled down to my ankles.

My body was completely exposed and the door was open.

Just as I was getting close to cumming, my eyes clenched tightly, I hear Estelle’s voice,

“Chris?” she said with surprise.

“Ohhh Estelle,” I reply with a bit of embarrassment, feeling my face turn bright red as my cock turns into a limp noodle.

She walks in and smiles at me as I try to cover my 8-incher with my hands. It didn’t work.

“No worries Chris,” she went on, “it is nothing I haven’t seen before,” she told me as she smiled and approached me.

“Uh,” I stumble on my words, “I was getting kind of close so, uh…” I trail off, expecting her to get the hint.

To my surprise, she asks,

“Well how about I help you out with that? It is the least I could do for interrupting,” she grinned.

‘Holy shit dude’ I thought to myself. Is this a fucking dream or what? I do not ask questions. Before I could say or do anything, her soft, warm hand was wrapped around my cock.

“Oh,” I said as I jumped at the touch of her tender loving care.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned as she started jacking me up and down at a slow tempo.

“Oh Estelle, god, that feels so good, mmmmm,” I encourage her.

I noticed her eyes were locked on my cock as she jacked up and down, as if she were a robot.

“Estelle…” bayan escort istanbul I began, just as she dropped her head to my cock and wrapped her hot lips around it.

“Holy shit!” I screamed, as my cock felt like it was wrapped in a hot pocket fresh out of the microwave.

“Wow! That feels, uhhh, great, uhhh oh baby yeah, come on baby, mmmmm” I continue encouraging her, as her head bobs up and down on my hard tool.

“Uhhhhg, yes, yes, yes! Fuck yeah Estelle, come on, and suck me!” I yell to her, realizing I should probably keep my voice down since Ken was sleeping on the other side of the house.

Her lips and head were moving faster and faster as I feel my balls start to boil.

“Oh Estelle, oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, yes, yes, keep sucking!” I whisper to her, softly.

She stopped sucking and held the head of my cock in her mouth as she beat me furiously.

Moments later I began pumping my seed into her mouth as a massive orgasm racks through my body.

“Mmmmm” I moaned softly, as she stroked every last drop of sperm out of my balls.

“Now it is your turn baby,” I said to her, wanting badly to taste her sweet pussy.

She stood up and literally ripped the clothing of her body. As she slid her panties down her waist and tossed her bra to the floor, her skin was just as I had imagined it, silky and smooth.

Even though she was nearly 3-times my age, her breasts were still perky and not saggy at all like you would expect from a woman her age.

I reached up and took her warm globes into my hands, massaging her stiffening nipples under my thumbs.

She got on the bed and laid down on top of me, sticking her pussy in my face. I wasted no time in getting to business and my tongue immediately shot out of my mouth for an initial lick.

She moaned as I licked her slit up and down, rubbing her seasoned thighs with my hands as my tongue darted quickly in and out of her pussy.

She whimpered as I massaged her clit in a circular motion with my index finger.

I licked her, faster and faster, feeling her cunt escort merter contract and release around my tongue. Finally she screamed,

“I’m gonna cum, yes, yes Chris keep licking!”

The sound of her voice huskily ordering me to eat her made my cock jump to attention again and she took it into her hand.

I pushed her over the edge as I slid two of my fingers into her cunt and my tongue moved to her clit, licking it hard.

I was rewarded with a warm, gooey mess of hot sticky cunt juice that gushed into my mouth and down my cheeks.

I gave her pussy one final lick up and down as I devoured her sweet cum and licked it from my face and chin.

She turned around and kissed me passionately, tasting herself on my tongue as she sucked it deep into her mouth.

Without a word between us, she mounted herself on my hard cock and began working it deep inside her.

I was amazed at how tight her 61 year old pussy was around my thick cock. She began fucking herself on me, moving up and down, moaning as my cock went in and out of her.

“Mmmmm, oh yeahhhh,” she moaned as she continued fucking herself on my stiff shaft.

The sensation of her hot pussy around my cock was too much for me and I told her I was going to cum. She started fucking faster and harder, slamming my pelvic bone against mine, crushing her clit I am sure.

She laid on top of me and moved herself up and down hard as I my cum shot deep inside her cunt. She continued for about 30 seconds more until she came all over my dick.

Her tempo slowed and she climbed off, swinging around to suck my cock deep into her mouth to get the remaining cum and pussy juice still clinging to it.

We laid there for about 15 more minutes and finally she broke the silence,

“Well,” she started, “I guess you deserve some overtime for this!”

She got up, put her clothes back on and left for bed with her unwitting hubby, my boss, Ken.

The following day, we talked about it after Ken was gone and we both vowed to secrecy and took an oath of silence so no one would ever find out what had happened.

That was 5 years ago and my boss still has no idea what I had done with his wife that night.

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