The Video Store Ch. 05

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Jo and I took our time in the shower that morning, washing each other and scrubbing away our sweat combined with Amber’s. We had fun, laughing together and talking about classes, work, books, life. We kissed often, touched each other gently and softly. Jo borrowed my razor, made fun of my conditioner.

After, we got dressed, me in a t-shirt and jeans, her in her knit dress and strappy sandals. As we walked out the door, Jo giggled and I turned to see her picking up Amber’s panties and slipping them on with her wicked little grin. I smiled back at her and shook my head, swatting her ass playfully as she walked past.

Breakfast was uneventful, really, but still a great time. We sat next to each other, my hand on her thigh, her arm wrapped around my shoulders in a booth. We talked and ate, enjoying the lazy morning we had before class. Neither of us was normally up so early, so breakfast together was something we could tell would be a rare thing.

We finished our food and walked to the parking lot, holding hands. When we got to her car, Jo turned to me and pulled me close. She looked up at me, chewing nervously on her full lower lip.

“What is it?” I asked. Nervous was something I didn’t see on Jo often.

“I wanna try something,” she said. My cock twitched, and she caught the movement. “Not something like that,” she laughed, slapping me lightly on the chest.

“Oh,” I said, only mildly disappointed. “What did you have in mind?”

“Okay. I have class all day, and a ton of homework for tonight. Same thing tomorrow, and it’s the same story on your end, right?” She looked up for confirmation and I nodded. “So, I was thinking, what if, after class, I come by your place and we do our homework together?”

Jo looked up at me, back to chewing that lip, nervously waiting to see what I would say. She was, on some level, worried that I would think hanging out together casually was too much too soon. I smiled.

“Sounds like a lot better way to do homework than what I usually do,” I said. Jo grinned and jumped into my arms, her lips locking onto mine and kissing me deeply. I held her off the ground and turned, pushing her back against the car and kissing her back. I let one hand slide down her back and cup her ass, squeezing it and feeling the lace of Amber’s thong through Jo’s soft knit dress.

“Whoa there, champ,” Jo giggled, breaking away. “Let’s not start anything we don’t have time to finish.”

I laughed and set her down, giving her ass one final squeeze.

“Probably a good call,” I relented.

Jo drove me back to my place and we set up a time to meet back there. She left for her place with one last kiss, and from there it was all class and lectures. I had four classes on Thursdays, the first one starting at nine and the last one ending at five forty-five. I got back to my place around six, and Jo’s giant Oldsmobile was parked outside, her leaning against the side in a tight pair of black jeans and a white spaghetti-strap tank top under a light leather jacket. Üçyol travesti She had an old army backpack slung over one shoulder and her hair was pulled back to show off the buzzed-down sides.

“Hey baby,” she smiled and stepped up to kiss me. “Ready to study until we’re cross-eyed and brain dead?”

I laughed and kissed her back.

“Let’s do this,” I said.

Jo walked up the stairs ahead of me and I enjoyed the view, watching her ass move back and forth. Her bag hung down to just above her pants, and I wondered briefly if she was holding the thing up on purpose. A quick glance up revealed that the answer was almost definitely an affirmative, as she was grinning back at me and watching me watch her ass.

I dug for my keys and fished them out as we hit the landing in front of my door.

“Did you bring your pajamas?” I asked.

“Oh!” Jo exclaimed. She put on a fake southern belle accent and continued, “Ah didn’t ree-ah-laahze this was a sleepovah! All ah brought to weah is this.” With that, she pulled up her tank top and flashed her perfect tits at me, laughing.

“Perfect! Your pajamas will match mine,” I replied with a grin.

We studied for the better part of five hours, soaking up as much information as we could. We sprawled together on my couch, heads on opposite ends with our legs entertwined. Around eleven Jo yawned and stretched, untangling her legs from mine and standing up.

“I’m pooped and I have to pee,” she announced. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Good idea,” I said. “I have and eight o’clock.”

“Ew!” Jo called over her shoulder as she made her way to the bathroom. “That’s disgustingly early!”

I laughed and got off the couch, stretching out cramped muscles as I walked to the bedroom and stripped off my clothes, crawling into bed and scooting over closer to the wall, leaving a space for Jo to curl up next to me. As I settled in, the bathroom door opened and there stood Jo, stretching, her arms above her head, stark naked. The stretch pushed her gorgeous breasts outward and curved her body in sexy, pin-up kind of pose.

Jo walked over to the bed and climbed in, rolling and scooting so that her back pressed up against me and my rapidly hardening cock nestled between her ass cheeks. Jo rolled her hips, the motion sliding my cock back and forth through her ass and across her pussy lips. I felt the warmth of her, and the wetness of her.

Jo let out a soft moan as my cock brushed her clit, and she turned her head back toward me, reaching back to cup the back of my head and pull my lips to hers. We kissed softly, gently at first and I wrapped my arms around her, cupping her breasts and pulling her against me more tightly. I slipped one hand lower, down her soft, warm belly to where my cock nestled and slid up between her legs. Jo raised her thigh and moaned as my hand reached down and pressed my cock against her pussy. I moved my hips back and forth, sliding my cock across her wet pussy, pressing it against her clit, feeling her Alanya Travesti shake against me.

Jo’s tongue brushed across mine as she rocked back against me and moaned into my mouth. I sped up my movement, sawing my cock back and forth against her more quickly, feeling her body begin to tense, smiling into her lips as her breath caught and her pale skin flushed, feeling her pussy flex against my cock and fingers as she began to cum. As her orgasm began I pulled back farther and pushed with my fingers, thrusting my hips forward and driving my cock deep into her cumming pussy.

Jo cried out as my cock drove home, her orgasm deepening, becoming harder, more intense as I began to drive in and out of her, fucking her hard, pulling her into each thrust as I worked my fingers across her clit. I gripped Jo in my arms and rolled onto my back, taking her with me, thrusting up into her pussy as she lay on top of me, her back arched across my stomach, her head turned, face buried in my neck and her legs spread wide, surrendering to my fingers and my cock.

Jo screamed as she came again, writhing on top of me and arching even more, desperately trying to shove more of my cock into her. I hammered myself into her, pounding upward into her as she came. Jo’s arms reached back and circled my neck, her lips kissing the side of my neck and mumbling incoherently into my ear as she twitched and wriggled on top of me.

As her orgasm subsided, Jo sat up, bracing her hands against my chest and rocking her hips, the muscles in her back outlined in shadow, contrasting with her perfect white skin as she moved on my cock. She stopped her movement for a few seconds, shuffling her legs and rearranging herself until she was facing me, never letting my cock leave her.

Jo rolled her hips, working me around inside of her, not bouncing, just moving back and forth with my cock buried deep in her tight pussy. She gasped as she rode my cock, gripping me and milking my cock with every roll of her body. I gripped her hips as she fucked me, pulling her down on me, holding myself in her even as she did the same.

“Cum inside me, baby,” Jo whispered. “Make me cum on your thick cock while you cum in my pussy. I want to feel your cum in me, baby.” Jo’s voice got louder with every word until she was practically screaming, and her hips worked faster and faster.

I felt my cock tense and swell inside her as her movements became more and more jerky, more erratic. I moaned as she did, my cock erupting inside her as her pussy began to pulse, spasm, milk the cum out of me. Jo cried out as she came with me, falling forward, her perfect breasts pressed against my chest, her hands cupping my face, my arms around her chest and my hips flexed, holding myself deep inside her quaking pussy as my orgasm finished.

“I swear,” Jo gasped into my lips, “You cumming in me is the best feeling in the world.”

I smiled and kissed her, rolling to my side, pulling her with me, my semi-hard cock still trapped in her Konyaaltı travesti pussy. We fell asleep that way, me nestled inside her, wrapped together.

My alarm went off at seven, and I woke up still wrapped in Jo. I reached out with the arm that was trapped under her head and turned off the beeping before gingerly untangling myself from her still-sleeping body and, using everything I knew about physics to get off the bed without shaking her too much.

I took a leak and changed into a pair of shorts and a light t-shirt. I slipped on my running shoes and slipped out the door. I did my morning run, spending about an hour racing myself through the neighborhood before jogging up to my apartment and up the stairs. I let myself in and walked to the bedroom, stripping off my sweaty shirt and kicking off my shoes. Jo was awake, and as I walked in she sat up, the sheet falling away from her, lazily exposing her body to me.

“Morning,” I said with a smile as I walked up to her. I started to lean in for a kiss but Jo’s arms reached out and stopped me. Her hands grabbed my hips as her legs swung off the bed, and she pulled my shorts down, my cock beginning to stiffen as she pulled me closer.

“Morning,” Jo grinned up at me as she pulled me forward and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking me into her mouth.

“Someone’s a morning person,” I said with some surprise as Jo smiled around my cock before pushing her head forward and burying me in her throat. She pulled back just enough to mumble around the tip.

“Mmm. Just brushing my teeth,” she got out before driving my cock back into her throat. I groaned and wrapped my fingers into her hair, holding myself deep in her throat, feeling her mouth flex around my shaft and her tongue glide back and forth across the underside. She gagged on my cock and her hand flew between her legs, fingers curling up and in as she frigged herself.

I pulled her off my cock and hooked my hands under her knees, pulling them up and tipping her onto her back, taking a second to watch her fingers work her pussy before grabbing her wrist, moving it out of the way, and plunging my cock into her.

“Oh, fuck,” Jo moaned as I bottomed out inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers, her tongue dancing with mine. “Fuck me baby, fuck me so hard!” Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me in as I took her advice and drove into her.

Jo’s perfect breasts bounced with each thrust and she moaned into to my mouth, whimpering and softly crying out. Her pussy flexed and gripped my cock, like it was trying to pull me in. I thrust harder and harder, ramming myself into Jo, her lips moving against mine as she squeezed me to her with her legs and she rolled her hips against every thrust.

I felt my orgasm building as Jo began to tense and twitch, her legs squeezing tighter around me and her fingers digging into my back. She cried out, then stopped breathing, her skin flushed and reddened as her pussy clamped down on me and I came with her, erupting deep inside her, spurting cum against her cervix.

Jo’s orgasm ended as mine did, slowly dwindling until her breath returned to normal. I kissed her gently, pressing my forehead to hers.

“I think I’m gonna like mornings here,” Jo laughed.

The Workout

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I have attended my gym on a regular basis for many years. Like a lot of people, I go to keep in shape not to consider the gym as a “meat” market. That doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the view of some lovely ladies and what they wear, or don’t wear to the gym. I do a nice variety of weights, cardio, and group classes. Over the years my schedule has been pretty consistent and I would see many people there at the same time. I would chat with some and even pick up a name or two and others were just an acknowledging wave or nod.

A couple of months ago I was doing my regular weight routine when I arrived at my next machine at the same time as another member. She was a regular I had seen many times. I waved her ahead of me and waited my turn. She did her first set and I remarked that she had excellent form.

“Thanks,” she said, “I’ve seen you here often and your efforts are paying off.”

“Thank you,” I said with a smile, “that is very nice. I sometimes wonder why I do this but it is such a habit that I miss it when I don’t work out.”

“I know what you mean. I don’t like the way I feel when I miss a few days. I’ve seen you doing some of the classes but I’ve never had the nerve to join. I think I would look like a klutz.”

“I felt the same way so I stay in the back. It doesn’t take long to get the hang of it. You should join us. I think you will enjoy it.”

“My name is Jill, by the way and I’ll think about it. What are you working on today?

“My name is Larry. I’m just doing Belek travesti free weights and a few machines like this pull down for my triceps. Without sounding too forward, do you want to work out together?”

“Thanks, yes I would enjoy it. “

We did our routines together and I enjoyed spotting Jill when she did the chest press. I did my best to be cool but she did have a very nice chest and at least when you are spotting you can stare and get away with it — provided you don’t get an erection doing it.

As we said our good byes I reminded her that tomorrow was Yoga and that is a great class for stretching and balance.

“Ok,” she said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

From that day forward, we started doing more workouts and classes together. We began to share more information about our lives and even went for coffee after some of the classes. She was a widow and had sufficient income that she worked part time for something to do. I am retired and like to travel and do whatever moves me. I really looked forward to our days at the gym and told her how I appreciated our times together.

“I enjoy it too. I also wanted to thank you too Larry. You keep me motivated and on track. I wouldn’t be doing the group classes if it wasn’t for you and I must say I really enjoy them too. Some of those classes are as you say, the hour you love to hate. I have been meaning to ask you but do you work out at home or anything?”

“Sometimes when I am watching TV I do some exercises Kemer travesti during the commercials like pushups, or crunches. The commercials are a minute each and there are so many I try to see how many commercials I can go thru. I also do some Yoga poses and some hamstring stretches.”

“That is a good idea. If you like NFL Football, you could come to my house and we can watch football and workout at the same time.”

I thought my cock was going to jump straight out when she said that.

“Sounds great,” I exclaimed. “Do you want me to bring anything?”

“I love chips and dip. Bring what you like and I’ll have some healthy food too.”

Sunday came and we were ready for the kickoff at noon. I wore the same workout clothes I normally wear and Jill was similarly dressed except on closer inspection, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her skin tight pants show off her nice figure too. Sure glad I wore some underwear this time so I wouldn’t have a telltale bulge.

We watched the local team play and with all the breaks we started with some pushups. I’m not sure how we got positioned but I could see down Jill’s shirt and her lovely tits were on full display. We moved to some crunches and there are several variations with legs up, legs bent, or legs down. I was helping Jill with one that required your legs to be up, with the knees at ninety degrees and your feet touching. You start with your knees spread for eight reps and then together for eight. I was in front of Konyaaltı travesti Jill watching her form and I couldn’t help but notice that her skin tight pants were see thru enough and you could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties. In fact it did a nice job of displaying her lovely pussy. I was too busy staring to notice the smile on Jill’s face. That lovely view did require that I reach into my shorts pocket and make an adjustment to a growing member.

We moved to some Yoga poses and when she did the “down dog” pose, her top dropped down to her neck revealing her lovely tits.

“Oops, sorry,” she said, this top is looser than I thought.”

“Quite all right, I always thought Yoga should be done nude.”

She looked at me and with a smile removed her top. Then she pulled my shorts down. Pretty easy to see my cock was hard and yearning to be free. She slid her hand along my shaft and then freed it from the confines of my underwear. She took my cock into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. I moaned with ecstasy.

She stripped off her pants and said, “There isn’t much scoring going on with the games, what about you and I doing our own scoring.”

“I have a couple of balls that would love to split your uprights.” I said with a big grin.

She giggled and pulled me down on top of her and guided my hard cock into her eager and wet cunt. She moaned with delight and I could feel her cunt grip my cock with every thrust. It was so sensual that I was close to cumming quickly. Her breath was quickening and she was on the edge of cumming. With a few more deep thrust her orgasm built to a huge crescendo. With her orgasm came mine and we held each other savoring the moment.

She smiled and said, “Now that is a most proper workout.”

The Windjammer Cruise Ch. 04

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To the Reader: This is the fourth chapter in a series. You will probably want to read the previous chapters to get a feel for the characters. Please feel free to leave any comments about the story and be sure to vote.

A special thanks to Angel for her liberal use of “The Red Pen”.

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Exploring the bathroom

As I push your short and panties to the floor, I see the towel that was holding open the bathroom door. After pulling up the towel away, allowing the door to shut, I notice your tight ass in front of me. I give it a few kisses.

“I can’t believe I got so turned on by watching your Charlie fucking my Carol. It was obviously not their first time together.” you marvel.

I couldn’t believe we had just watched our kids get it on just 6 feet from us without them knowing. I also couldn’t believe I was in the bathroom of my cabin on this sailboat, half naked, with my son’s girlfriend’s mother.

“What turned you on the most? Her aggressiveness? The expression on her face when she was giving him the blow job and fingering herself?” I whispered.

“Actually, it was the expression of pure pleasure on his and her face when he entered her from behind. And then seeing him cover her back with his cum.” you giggle.

I let my hands crawl up your side while I stand up. There isn’t much room in our cabin’s bathroom, so I’m pressed tight against you. With my hands cupping your breasts, pulling you tight against me, I whisper, “Maybe I should take you right here, entering your tight pussy from behind”. I add a little grind against your ass for emphasis.

“Hmmm” you moan.

With the door closed, it is dark inside the tight compartment, only the night light illuminating your face. I reach over to lock the door before reaching into my pocket to retrieve the condom I’d put in there earlier. I hand it to you saying, “Would you like the honors?”

“You mean in here?” you ask inquisitively before a grin comes to your face.

“There is no time like the present, and then I can wash you off in the shower unless you want to be like Carol and have cum sticking to your back during dinner” I chuckle.

You turn around, pulling my shirt up and over my head. I then feel you unbuttoning my shorts before pushing them and my briefs to the floor. While you are kneeling, you feel my cock bouncing against the side of your face. You grab it with the right hand and give it a few licks.

You hear me moan in pleasure as my fingers begin running through your hair. “Get the rubber on so I can fuck that sweet pussy of yours.” I plead.

“Yes Sir!” you giggle while you rip open the package with your teeth. My hands meanwhile are caressing your breast Lara Travesti and pulling gently on your nipples.

You fumble a bit in your haste to get the rubber on. “OK. Now I want you to fuck me hard. I am so hot for you.” you breathe as you turn around. With your hands on the sink, I feel you thrust your ass out to me. Soon I feel you reaching between your legs, guiding me to your velvety channel. You try to push back, but I hold you away, instead ever so slowly I enter you. After an inch, I begin pulling out only to hear you whimper “No.”.

I press back in, a little bit further before pulling out again. “Terry, stop teasing me!” you squirm.

I grab your hips and press all the way into you. “Yes!” you scream, a little shudder flows over your body. I hold you there, feeling your tight pussy contracting around me. My hands slide up till I’m cupping your breast.

“Hands on the counter” I command. While staying inside you, I reach over to turn on the light. You blink as your eyes adjust and I comment, “I wanted to see your sexy body while I fuck you.”

“Gawd this feels good. Give it to me fast and deep.” you plead.

I grab your hips and begin moving faster and harder. We both begin panting as our passion grows. The tight space prevents the air conditioning from keeping up. Our bodies are sweating as our thighs slap together.

I let a hand reach around to rub your slippery clit. You jump at my touch and then begin moaning from the waves of pleasure.

“I’m so close, fuck me harder. Cum all over my back and make me your slut” you giggle while you look up at me through the mirror.

I increase my pace, feeling your muscles tighten around me. I can barely hold it. I have to pull out, jerking the rubber off so I can spray your back with my hot cream. You have a look of pure ecstasy as you watch me explode. You gaze at me in amazement as cum lands on your ass.

My fingers reach around to grab your breast in one hand and your clit between my fingers. This sets off a massive orgasm that wracks your body. You let out a guttural scream of pure lust as your body shakes.

After you’ve recovered, I see you reach back to massage the sticky cream onto your ass. “I like knowing you came on my back Terry. It makes me feel so wanton.”

I reach behind myself to turn on the hot water in the shower. I then grab your hand and place it on my semi-limp cock. “Ready for round two?” I ask.

The Shower

You begin stroking my dick as we step into the shower. “We will have to see if you are up to the task.” you grin.

The warm water feels good against our skin. I grab the gel the ship provided us and pour some out onto Manavgat travesti your shoulders. I let it dribble across your chest.

“Turn around please.” I ask.

My hands begin rubbing your shoulders, slowly moving down your back. I look down and see the suds sliding over your tight ass. The slap on your butt startles and excites you before I begin kneading your cheeks. My hands then glide along your hipbones allowing me to begin washing your stomach. It is then I notice how firm and flat your abs are. “Hmm, I like the feel of this” I murmur into your ear while I pull my body tight against your back. You wiggle your ass against me, feeling my cock stiffen. My hands continue to move over the front of your body. You lean your head back against my shoulder, turning your mouth towards mine as my hand wrap gently around your breasts. They aren’t big, just a perfect handful. The soap allows my fingers to caress your skin and scintillate stimulate your nipples. You open your mouth inviting a kiss which I happily return.

You reach around to begin caressing my now hard cock. “Hmm, looks who’s getting a second wind” you giggle. Your body turns to face me before you hold out your other hand. “Gel please”

With a squirt of the gel in your hand, you spread your fingers over my chest. Our lips lock again. Our tongues are soon dancing passionately. I feel your fingers begin pulling on my nipple. The feelings were very new and exciting. You feel me pulse in your other hand.

“Hhmm, you like than don’t you” you ask with a snicker.

“I’m liking a lot of things you are doing right now” I reply.

You turn me around so the water rinses off my chest. More gel in your hand is then on my back. Your fingers follow the muscles along my spine before grabbing my cheeks. “I like the way you take care of your body. Makes me think you will have lots of stamina.” you chuckle before reaching around to stroke me, “Yyes, lots of stamina.”

“Turn around” you ask.

As I turn I feel you slide down my body. “Is class in session?” you ask before taking me in your mouth.

“Yes it is. And your first lesson is that there is more than just sucking on a cock” I choke. “Use your hand to gently caress my sack. Let my balls slowly roll in your hand. Gently squeeze them occasionally. Feel their weight.” I quietly suggest.

The feelings flowing through me are wonderful. You are a quick study. I look down and see the concentration on your face. Gazing around your hands and face, I watch the water streaming over your breast and dipping from your aroused nipples. You sense I’m watching you and look up at me. The lust and passion in your eyes excite Side travesti me even more.

“You feel so great Ellen. You want to find the guys “G” spot?” I ask.

You bob your head yes with my cock still in your mouth.

“With a finger of your left hand, reach right behind my sack, but in front of my rosebud. You’ll feel a muscle there. Massage it gently and you’ll drive me crazy.” I murmur.

You move your finger as I instructed. “A little softer to begin with. You’ll feel the muscle harden just before I blow.” I look down to see the grin on your face.

“Do you like to swallow?” I inquire.

You release my cock from your mouth, still rubbing up and down with your hand, and say, “Remember, John doesn’t let me do this. It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted a guys cum. I’d like to taste it now, but I’d also like to be ‘Your little slut’ and feel your sticky cum on my breasts all night” you giggle, imitating your daughter’s earlier comment.

“Keep this up and you won’t have long to wait” I purr. I reach down, gently grabbing your head and pushing your mouth back towards my member.

You increase your effort, massaging my “G” spot, bobbing your head while sucking hard, and still stroking the base. Your pace quickens as you feel me expanding inside your mouth.

“I’m close Ellen” I pant. You turn me so I’m now in the water and you aren’t.

Your head begins moving even faster. I scream out in ecstasy and explode inside your mouth. You take the first squirt, then pull my out, aiming the next shots on your lovely tits. I watch as the sticky white cream adheres to your breast.

As I finish, you take me back into your mouth to suck the last drop. Meanwhile, your hand is massaging my jiz into your skin. “Hmmm” you moan around my cock.

You quickly stand up, making sure to stay out of the spray. “You tasted great Terry. I know I want to enjoy that again, soon” you add with a sparkle in your eye.

You reach around to turn off the water and say, “I think I better get back to my room to get dressed for dinner. But I’ll make sure not to wipe this off.”

“Does that excite you? Knowing your cum is on my tits. I don’t know what I’ll do during dinner knowing you are on me like that and that I was your little slut this afternoon”

“Yes it excites me Ellen. But who said you are my little slut ONLY this afternoon. I want to you wear that dress you did last night. The one that shows off your ass so nicely, only I want you to go ‘Commando'” I add.

“Commando? What does that mean” you ask with a slightly fearful look on your face.

“Well, you’ve heard that Navy Seals never wear underwear” I smile mischievously. It is obvious from the change in your expression when you comprehend what I just told you to do.

“I think that can be arranged if that is what you want your little slut to do.” you giggle.

We quickly dry off and you grab my bathrobe for the quick walk to your cabin.

The Waitress

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Carmella Quinton’s life wasn’t easy, losing her parents at 16 was a hard blow for her. she was sent to a foster home for 2 yrs, then once set free into life she had little money to complete her education and provide a luxury life for herself. Now at 23, after struggling to be able to rent a one bedroom apartment in a broken down complex, found a job as a waitress at one of the most exquisite and expensive restaurants in Los Angeles. She knew it was her looks that helped her land the job; she was 5 foot 7, long blonde hair with green sapphire eyes, a rare beauty to many. She could have landed a job as an actress or model easily, but many of the agents required her to do unwanted favors and that she didn’t want to do. She was no virgin, yet the thought of degrading herself for a job was absurd to her. quickly dressing in her uniform and securing her long hair in a nice braid down her back.

She took one last glimpse at herself, “yes, perfect.” she thought as she walked out to face her long evening duties.

Armand Lemieux stood there watching his employees, he always caught his breath when Carmella walked in, she was one of the most intriguing girls he had ever employed, beauty, poise and elegancy filled the air about her. He hired her 3 months ago and she had amazed him, she worked hard, never slouched, never showed her tiredness and not even engaged in any problems with his other employees. She pretty much kept to herself, never confiding in anyone. A rare beauty, a rare gem he thought. Suddenly his thoughts were broken as he noticed Draco Monroe walk in, Draco one of his most prized customers, a very rich business tycoon, a man not to be trifled with, at 39 Draco owned an empire, and he was a very handsome and wealthy man, number 1 bachelor if he remembered right.

Quickly Armand went to greet Draco at the entrance.

“Mr. Monroe, welcome.”

“Good evening Arnaud.” replied Draco coolly, “I hope you can squeeze us in, we are 5 people.”

“Of course! Mr. Monroe, you know we always have a table reserved for you.”

Draco nodded, his appreciation visible, “shall we then?” he asked.

Carmella caught a glimpse of the man following her boss, he was tall, extremely handsome, and not a young man she guessed, the men trailed behind him, power, and money filled the air about him. She wondered who he was, cause Arnaud rarely tended to customers himself, he must be someone very important to Arnaud. She shook her head slightly looking about for a new table since the table she was attending to had just left. Then she noticed her boss coming towards her.

“Carmella, I would like you to attend to table 25, he is one of my most highly appreciated customers, so anything they need is theirs, and please make sure they get a bottle of Krug, Clos du Mesnil 1995 as a gift.” said Arnaud.

“Yes sir.” Carmella replied, quickly walking towards the table.

Draco was talking to the man beside him when suddenly a soft voice penetrated his mind,” good evening gentlemen, my name is Carmella and I shall be your waitress tonight.”

Draco’s thoughts were lost as he looked up at the beautiful woman standing before him, “she must be new he thought”, he could hear the men saying good evening and as his eyes caught hers as she looked at him he said “good evening Carmella” with a soft tone. Suddenly eye contact was broken as a waiter came to stand beside her, she turned to him and took the bottle of champagne from him.

“A gift from Mr. Lemieux .” she said as she popped open the champagne and began to pour into the glasses.

Suddenly she was beside him pouring into his glass, he looked at the delicate hands, her well manicured nails, he could inhale her scent, Draco shook himself, his senses lighting up as he imagined those hands caressing his chest, ‘Dammit man, stop it!” he thought.

She then started to place the menus before each man, he noticed how the men glared at her openly, some were in a state of shock, and some were actually gaping.

She stood back and said, “if you need anything else sirs, please don’t be hesitant to ask.”

As the men shuffled, and discussed the menu, Draco’s thought were filled with her, who was she and why was she here?

“Draco?” “Draco? Are you ready to order man?” one of his friends asked.

“Oh yes, I’m sorry, I’m ready.” he said.

He lifted his hand and quickly she appeared by his side.

“Are you gentleman ready to order?” she asked smiling down at them.

“Yes.” replied Draco placing the orders.

Dinner passed by quickly, for too quickly for Draco’s disappointment, deep inside he didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to leave, he wanted to stay and watch her, to inhale her, this Carmella had filled his mind, his senses with feelings he hadn’t felt since he was a young teen. By the time they were due to leave he knew that he wanted her, and that he would get her for anything Draco wanted he got!

Carmella watched as the men departed, and approached the table to pick up her tip and clean up, as she opened the bill Bornova travesti sleeve and she gasped, a two hundred dollar tip was there. She tried to hide her happiness, this would take care of many of her payments this month, she lifted her eyes and saw him still there talking to Arnaud, yet his eyes upon her, she lowered her head to hide her blush and quickly set back to her task.

“I shall be having a dinner party on Sunday Arnaud, and I would like you to send me Carmella, I’m sure you have no objection to that? As you know it’s not the first time I have requested a waitress from you.” Draco said.

“It will not be a problem Mr. Monroe, I shall have her there by 6, would you like her to wear anything in particular?” he asked.

“A white blouse, and black knee high skirt, for we both know, she doesn’t need anything to hide her beauty or to enhance it.”

Arnaud chuckled, “I knew you would like her, don’t worry she will be there Sunday at 6.”

“Thank you and thank you for the champagne.” he said as they shook hands.

Carmella night proceeded as normal, customers and more customers, then at the end of the night Arnaud had called her into his office and informed her of Sunday’s request. He had assured her it was not the first time he had sent waitresses up to Draco’s house and that it was always good for the girls, they made extra cash and always returned, unharmed and untouched. Carmella had accepted the opportunity for cash she needed, desperately.

The week passed by quickly and Carmella found herself eager to see Draco again, apart from the money, he had intrigued her, she found him very handsome and extremely mysterious, those eyes “oh god! She couldn’t forget those eyes, grey smoky and filled with untold emotions.”

As Sunday arrived she found herself pacing the restaurant , dressed in a white silk blouse, a but transparent showing off a little peak of her white lacy bra, it was the only decent white shirt she owned, her black knee high skirt fitted perfectly around her, her high heels giving her an extra few inches of height, her black new stockings warming her perfectly shaped legs , she avoided wearing a garter belt knowing it would show beneath the snug fitted shirt, her long hair tied in an long braid down her back and her makeup simple.

The taxi car arrived and the doorman came in to call her, she shivered, “its time.” she thought.

The doorman gave the address to the cab and she was sent off, laying her head back in the cab her thoughts filling with vivid images of his hands, those strong hands, his black jet hair, what it would be like to run her fingers through it, to feel it, but she knew they were all images, Mr. Lemieux would never look twice at her, she was beautiful yes, but men of his status did not follow around waitresses for any other reason but to bed and throw them away.

A wave of sadness swept around her, “would she ever find her match? A man who cared for her and not for her looks?”

Suddenly the cab came to a halt, in front of a huge mansion in Beverly Hills, “this is it miss.”

Paying him off, Carmella stepped out and went to face her day.

The doorman greeted her, and led her to the kitchen; it was swamped with people preparing dinner. Maids and cooks bustling all around her, She stood there mesmerized.

“Miss Quinton?” a voice behind her startled her.

“Yes,” she said as she turned around to face an elderly man, in his 60’s perhaps.

“I’m Jonas, the butler, Mr. Monroe told me of your coming, please follow me and I shall instruct you as to what your duties shall be.”

“Hello Jonas, please call me Carmella, please forgive me if I seem a little agitated it’s my first time on a job like this.”

‘Don’t worry little miss, I’m sure you will be fine.”

An hour passed as Jonas instructed her on what she would be doing, basically her main job was to tend to them as they were seated for dinner, and during the gathering, she would have to pass around asking if anyone required a refill of anything.

“It’s going to be easy.” she thought to herself.

She was busy checking the bar when Jonas appeared there telling her to follow him cause Mr. Monroe wanted to speak to her in his library before the guests started to arrive. Quickly she followed him as he led her to the library.

She walked in to find him standing before the fireplace, some papers in his hand, he turned upon her entry and just stared.

“Good evening, sir.”

Draco felt his heart slam hard in his chest, “good evening Carmella, I hope that Jonas has instructed you on everything.”

“Yes sir, Ty and sir I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for having me tonight.”

“There is no need to thank me Carmella, I found you very satisfactory the other evening, You had my guests shocked and speechless all night, and a little of that happened to me.” he added with a smile.

Carmella’s heart was beating so fast now she couldn’t think, “was he flirting with her?” she blushed lightly.

“I’m Buca travesti sorry sir, I don’t know how having your guests speechless was helpful.”

“That was helpful cause I didn’t have to listen to some things I didn’t want to, like work.” he answered .

“And as for satisfactory.” he said as he approached her slowly, his grey eyes looking deep into hers, “we shall see tonight.”

Speechless she stood before him, lowering her head she simply answered, “I’m sure I shan’t disappoint you.”

“I’m sure you won’t.” he whispered closely to her ear. “Now you can return to Jonas if you wish Carmella.”

As fast as she could she turned and walked out of the library her heart beating so fast she couldn’t even hear the noise around her, she was ashamed, she wanted him, she desired him, just from a whisper he had turned her into jelly. She had lowered her head because she was scared he would see that want and mock her.

As the evening moved on, guests filtered in, the room filled, there were about 20 people, mostly couples, beautiful women filled the room, the scent of expensive perfumes and cigars lingered in the air. Carmella noticed many men staring at her, sizing her up, yet her eyes always drifted back to Mr. Monroe. Every time she sought him out he was with a different person, acting as the perfect host.

Dinner progressed perfectly, by the time all was over Carmella was tired but not as tired as she usually got at the restaurant. Guests began to leave and soon the house was empty and what was left was maids cleaning up and waiters leaving.

“Carmella, Mr. Monroe would like to see you in his library, I’m sure you know the way, and please he would like a glass of water too.” said Jonas.

Carmella simply nodded, fetched the glass of water, set it on a tray and walked to the library. She knocked gently.

“Come in.”

She stepped in.

“Ahh Carmella, please shut the door behind you.”

“Your water sir.” she said, her voice a little shaky.

“It’s for you, my dear, I’m sure you are exhausted by now, please come have a seat and relax for a few minutes while I write your check.”

Slowly she walked into the library and sat down on the couch before the fireplace.

Draco watched her, he knew she was nervous, it showed, she was fidgeting, her fingers were clamed around each other and she kept her eyes focused on the fire. He wanted her, yet he didn’t want her unwillingly, he didn’t want to rush her.

Quickly he wrote down the check in her name setting a figure he knew she would be shocked at, and rising from his chair, he walked towards her.

“I hope this is enough?” he asked as he passed her the check.

“Oh My God!” Carmella said out unconsciously, her hand quickly slamming over those lovely red lips.

“I’m sorry sir but this is too much, I can’t accept 5000$!”

“Carmella, please call me Draco.”

“Sir, urm Draco, I cannot accept this.”

She stood up quickly and realized her mistake as she came face to face with Draco, their body barely inches away, the shock of it made her away and suddenly she lost balance, then his hands, his hands were around her waist holding her, saving her from her fall back, yet he pulled her against him, their bodies came in contact, and his eyes looked into hers once again.

Silence stretched between them, then she felt it, his lips, they touched hers, “Oh dear, she wanted this” she felt them kissing her lips apart and as she started to object he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and caress hers, her objections were silenced as she began to respond to his delicious assault on her lips.

A moan broke out and she realized it was hers, Draco broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against her chest.

“Carmella.” he whispered against her lips.

She noticed her hands had crept up around his neck, her body was molded to his, his erection was evident beneath his trousers throbbing against her tummy.

“Carmella.” he said as he released her hands from his neck and pushed her backwards a little so he could look into her eyes.

“I don’t know what you have done to me, but I can’t deny it, I want you so much, I have wanted you from the minute I saw you in the restaurant.”

Carmella couldn’t think, her eyes focused on those lips, those tantalizing lips, the feelings of desire she had hidden well for years raged inside her, she wanted this man, wanted him badly, needed him even if it was for just one night. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms about his neck once more and brought her lips to his. This time his kiss was more demanding, he held her closer against him, crushing her to him, then he broke the kiss once more and took her before the fireplace, kissing her again his hands seeking to remove her shirt unbuttoning it.

Draco’s eyes feasted upon the beautiful set of breasts before him, did this woman have any faults? He thought. His lips then trailed down her neck, over her Konak travesti peaked nipples, the caught them through the fabric and heard her cry of pleasure, his hands searching for the zipper on her skirt quickly unzipping it and pushing it down her lovely legs.

He stood back to feast upon the beauty before him, she stood there, the light of the fireplace flickering upon her skin, her eyes glittering with something he couldn’t understand. All he knew is that she wanted him, for what reason was yet to be seen.

“Draco.” she whispered.

This time she came to him, her hands working at taking his clothes off, his dinner jacket, tie, shirt, and as her hand came to his belt he stopped her. She looked at him questioningly.

“Not yet love.” he said.

He slipped the shirt from her shoulders and his hands reached to her back, unclasping her bra, he removed it and tossed it aside.

“Lay down.”

She slipped to the floor, laying down on the rug he knelt beside her on the floor, leaning down he kissed her lips once more, his hands stroking her aching nipples, he could feel her heartbeat drumming beneath his hands, then he shifted kneeling between her feet, he kissed down her stocking covered thighs, removing her heels and stockings ever so slowly.

Carmella was going mad with lust, he was driving her insane, his lips and hands touching her, caressing her in ways she never knew existed, then she felt his hand touch her covered pussy and a tremor of pleasure shot through her, she arched up, her whole body wanting , needing.

Draco wanted to go slow, wanted her to feel every touch, slowly he reached to pull down her panties and it revealed to him a smooth bald pussy, he kissed down her tummy till his lips reached their destination, with his fingers he parted her folds to suck gently at the engorged clit, he felt her hands in his hair, her body trembling beneath him, her cries of delight and moans of pleasure as he kissed, sucked and nibbled her till she came.

He sat back and watched her come down from the cloud he had just sent her to, her whole body quivering, her breath panting, she looked amazing, she looked his.

“His?” he thought, “maybe”.

He reached down and undid his belt, taking off his trousers and boxers, throwing them aside, yet he left his belt with him, leaning over Carmella, he asked, “do u trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Give me your hands Carmella.”

She gave him her hands and gently he wrapped the belt around them then lifting her head he tied the securely behind her head strapping the belt around her neck, if she tugged too hard it would choke her. Quickly he stood up and got 2 cushions, setting them behind her head so she would be more comfortable.

“Trust me.” he said.

His lips resumed their attack on her lips, down to her body once more, he worshiped her till she was begging for release, yet he would not allow it, the more she tugged and shivered the more he teased her.

Then he lifted her to her knees and released her hands only to bind them behind her back, kneeling before him she knew what he wanted, her lips sought out their target as they wrapped around his cock, his hands worked her braid, freeing her hair, shaking it lose around her shoulders and down her back, he grabbed a fistful of it and tugged at it gently as her lips tasted him, teasing him.

Gently he pushed deeper into her mouth, not wanting to gag her, yet wanting more, she was driving him mad, he was groaning and moaning with desire.

He felt his passion build to the max yet wanting to prolong it, he yanked her head back, and knelt before her, kissing her lips once more he crushed her body to his, feeling her nipples against his chest her whole body against his, he sat back on his haunches and lifted her astride him, slowly he pushed into her, teasing her, then he was completely buried inside her, not moving but savoring the moment,.

“Draco!” she begged, “release my hands.”

“No!” he answered as he lifted her and began to stroke himself within her slowly, “not yet.”

This continued for minutes and minutes, Draco savoring the tightness around him, enjoying her pleading and begging as he slowly penetrated her.

Then suddenly he released her hands and she was everywhere touching him, her body began rocking faster, harder. Draco’s control snapped, he quickly lifted her off him and set her on her knees bending her over, he grabbed her hips and slammed deep into her, animalistic lust filling their senses, he pounded harder into her, and she matched his rhythm slamming back against him, it was as if a tremendous urge to posses each other had taken over them, nothing but wanting more and more.

She whimpered, screamed and begged for more, he grunted, growled and held on harder. Sweating breaking down his brow as he slammed harder within her, his hand reaching down to her clit he yanked her up with his second hand bringing her back up against his chest as he fucked, and teased harder.

Her nails scratched down his arm, as she screamed out, “Draco!” her orgasm sweeping over her, he felt her tighten around him, felt the cool moisture engulf him as she came and he couldn’t hold on any longer, suddenly he bit down on her neck, as he slammed into her one last time before he found his release.

The Ultimate Mind-Fuck

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A knock on your hotel room door. Whom could it be? You’re not expecting anyone. You didn’t order room service. It must be some mistake. You look back down at your computer and go back to typing, assuming they’ll go away. But they don’t. Several more seconds go by and there’s more knocking. You sigh and grab your drink to keep from spilling it, then hop off the bed that you were comfortably enjoying before you were so rudely interrupted. You’re gearing up to give whomever is on the other side of that door a piece of your mind. You almost can’t wait to lay into them. Increasingly nasty thoughts stream through your head. Upon reaching the door, you unlock it then jerk it open in one swoop. Your eyes get big, but then you pull back and keep in line with your cool, calm nature. A slight smile creeps across your face. “Red,” you say softly.

I smile broadly and laugh. “I’ve never told you this, but I do love it when you call me that.” Without even being invited in, I walk around you and step inside, looking around at your most recent digs. “I thought you said you were ‘slumming it’. This doesn’t look much like ‘slumming it’ to me there, T.”

You finally close the door and make your way into the room behind me. “What’re you doing here?”

“I came to see you, of course.”

You chuckle, somehow enjoying my vague, unrevealing answer. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“I’ll have one of whatever you’re having, darlin’,” I answer nonchalantly, smoothing down my short, black dress.

“What I’m having is probably a little stiff for you, dear,” you inform me as you make your way over to the bar.

“I’m not one of those lace and frills women you’re used to, T,” I say with a smile.

You laugh to yourself and shake your head. “No, Lore, you certainly aren’t.” You retrieve some ice, adding some to your glass and some to a fresh glass, then you pour us both a stiff drink.

By now I’m sitting in one of the two ivory satin covered chairs across from the bed, fully making myself at home. I watch you intently from across the room noticing that you’re wearing one of those fluffy, white hotel robes and your hair’s still slightly damp. Carrying the two drinks, you make your way over to me. You hand me one of the glasses, then sit down in the available ivory chair just opposite me. We stare at each other as we raise the glasses to our lips. Toothy smiles are hidden behind the crystal old fashioned glasses. We exchange no words as we sip our cocktails, but we say much. Knowing glances and dancing eyes tell all. If others were to see us, they may think little of this exchange, but we know the truth. The mind-fuck has begun.

After a long sip, I bring my glass down and sit back in the chair, never breaking our gaze. Holding your glass with both hands and with one elbow propped up on the side of the chair, you cock your head to the side and continue to stare into my deep chocolate brown eyes. I allow a smile to slink across my pouty pink lips.

“Lore, Lore, Lore,” you whisper, shaking your head.

“Surprised to see me?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“I am. I certainly didn’t expect you to be dropping in on me tonight.”

“Expect the unexpected. Us non-frilly types are unpredictable,” I say with a wink.

You laugh. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“That makes two of us,” I say, sipping my drink, still gazing into your deep eyes. My heart’s racing, though I’m trying to play it cool just like you. It’s best for the purpose of this mind-fuck if neither of us flinch. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, just showered a bit ago and was doing a little writing,” you inform me, nodding over towards the bed where the open laptop is still sitting in the center.

“I was afraid I was gonna interrupt you and some birdie doing a little nesting.”

You laugh out loud. “No, no birdies tonight.”

“Until now,” I remind you.

“Until now,” you repeat.

“It is quite a nice place ya got here,” I say, trying to make conversation.

“It’s ok.”

“Don’t be so pretentious. It’s more than ok.”

“As long as you’re impressed, then I’m happy,” you say sarcastically.

“Oh Thomas, darling, you know fancy, expensive hotel rooms aren’t what impress me.”

“Oh? Then what does impress you? Enlighten me.”

I take a long sip of my drink, swirl the alcohol around on my tongue, then slowly swallow, all the while meeting your gaze. I look straight through you, a fire in my eyes, and simply answer, “You.”

I then set my old fashioned down on the table that separates the two satin ivory chairs we’re resting in and stand up. “I know you’re ‘slumming it’ since this place is veranda-less and all, but I think I’ll still go check out the view from the balcony before I take your word for it.”

“Be my guest,” you say, gesturing towards the sliding glass door that’s already wide open. As I get closer, a blast of salty air tickles my nose. I make my way onto the balcony. Sure, it’s no veranda, but it’s more than enough. A small table separates two beachy chairs that sit off to one side. I walk all the way over to the railing, resting my hands on the Esat travesti steel still warm from the afternoon sun, and breathe deeply. The luminescent moon shines down over the entire beach. A long, distended silhouette of blue reflects off the dark water, which shimmers as the waves break and crash.

Mere seconds pass and I’m already wondering what you’re doing, where you’re standing, if you’re coming out to join me. A chill runs through my body even though the air that’s whipping past me is as warm as can be. I’m dying to turn around and see where you are, but I don’t dare. Something tells me not to. And my instincts prove correct.

Suddenly, I feel your fingertips rest lightly on my bare shoulders as you move in behind me. I freeze. One simple touch from you and my heart jumps. I feel your hand move slowly up and sweep my hair towards the left, letting it fall around my shoulder. I feel your body get even closer to mine as your chest pushes against my back. Out of nowhere, your lips make contact with my skin just below my ear. The softest, sweetest kiss. Shivers travel down my spine. I lean back into you. My eyes close and my lips part, but no sound escapes. Your hands travel down my arms, finally snaking around my waist. Another kiss on my neck…this one slightly more urgent, though. Your soft lips dampen my skin. Your teeth nip lightly at me. A third kiss, this one, though, a direct hit. You instantly find that spot on my neck. You know the spot…one kiss there and you OWN ME. Congratulations. I’m all yours.

A very loud moan escapes my lips this time, which greatly encourages you. Your kisses against my neck get more fevered as you pull me back into you at my waist. I turn my head to the right and we’re face to face. Finally, the moment I’d imagined a thousand times over. You bring your hand up and brush my cheek just as our lips meet softly. My heart races. I feel more than just your lips, though. I feel your passion, your desire, your need…all from one seemingly simple touch of your lips. I melt in your arms at that moment just as you’d predicted I would. Lucky for me, your arms are wrapped tightly around my body, holding me steadily against you. I can feel your cock twitch and stiffen against my ass.

I turn away from you again and look towards the ocean, going back to playing coy once more. “Beautiful night,” I whisper.

“Beautiful girl,” you whisper in my ear as you continue to hold me tight against your body.

“Trying to butter me up, T?”

“Butter you up? For what?”

“How should I know what dirty little thoughts might be roaming that mind of yours?”

“My thoughts are purely honorable in regards to you, Lore my sweet.”

“Purely honorable?!”

“Of course.”

“Why don’t I buy that for a second?”

“My thoughts aren’t less honorable just because I want you.”

“You want me?”

“Even you can’t play THAT coy.”

“Maybe I just like hearing you say it.”

“You like hearing facts that you already know to be true?”

“Sometimes.”

“Seems silly.”

“I can be a silly girl.”

“Yes, you can be.”

“But you want me anyway?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“Tell me why.”

“You like pushing me, don’t you, Red?”

“Very much.”

“You really want to know why I want you?”

“Yes.”

“Because you showed up at my hotel room, unannounced, in this hot little black number and within two seconds we’re already mindfucking each other, playing our little word games, and my cock got immediately hard. That’s why I like you.”

“So you didn’t like me BEFORE I showed up tonight?” I push.

“Of course I did. We’ve mindfucked each other on several occasions. Not to mention, this is hardly the first time you’ve gotten me hard.”

“True.”

“And it doesn’t hurt that you’re also intelligent and beautiful.”

“Now you’re definitely buttering me up,” I say with a laugh.

You ignore me and continue. “Plus, I like knowing that within the next, say, five minutes or so I’m going to shove my hand up your skirt and feel your wetter than wet pussy for the first time…feel you drip all over my fingers as I rub your clit.”

“Presumptuous much?”

“Are you denying that you’re wet as fuck?”

“Of course not. But who says you’re gonna get to check?”

“I do.”

“How do you know I’d let you?”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t let me feel how wet you are?”

“Of course I’m not saying that. I’m just saying you shouldn’t be ASSUMING that I’m gonna let you.”

“I’m not assuming anything, Red. It’s a fact.”

“It’s a fact that I’m gonna let you feel my wetness?”

“Yes.”

“Is that so?”

Without hesitation, you shove your hand up my skirt, bring your hand around to my bare pussy, and ram your middle finger into my insanely wet hole. You pull my entire body back against yours with your free hand, pushing your hard cock against my ass cheeks. “Yes, Lore, that IS so, isn’t it?”

“Apparently,” I whisper quietly as I close my eyes.

“You can be such a pain in the ass, you know that?” you ask as you begin to pull Kızılay travesti your finger out of me.

“Yes,” I answer, steadying myself on the balcony railing in front of me.

“You also know that it’s what turns me on most about you, don’t you?” you ask as you push your finger back inside me, roughly.

“Yes,” I answer again.

“Do you also know you’re fucking soaking wet?”

“I figured.”

“Why’d you figure that?”

“Because I’m here…with you…a stunningly handsome man who knows how to fuck my mind.”

“Just being near me makes you THIS wet?” you probe as you continue to move your middle finger in and out of me.

“Being near you and fucking you.”

“We haven’t fucked yet.”

“You know what I mean…said mindfuck began the minute I walked into your hotel room.”

“This is true…no one else has ever fucked me without touching my body the way you do.”

“Likewise.”

“But Lore?”

“Yes Thomas?”

“I have a confession.”

“What’s that?”

“I really, REALLY fucking LOVE touching your body.”

“Is that so?”

“It is. Your pussy….” you push your finger inside me, “feels…” you pull your finger from within me, “incredible,” and you push your way back inside me once more. “God, you weren’t kidding…you DO get soaking wet.”

“Toldja.”

“You did indeed.”

“I must admit…I do so enjoy feeling you inside me.”

“Just you wait, love.”

“What am I waiting for?”

“I’m not going to spoil the surprise.”

I look over my shoulder at you and grin.

Your finger immediately moves from within me and travels up my pussy to my clit. “Cum for me,” you demand as you slowly begin to rub circles around my little button.

“Thomas,” I whisper as I close my eyes and grab tighter onto the railing of the balcony.

“Cum for me,” you repeat in a more demanding tone.

I have every intention of arguing with you, stopping you from taking control over me just yet. But I can’t. You know me too well…you know how to get into my head. Your every word spoken with precise intent…every movement, every gesture calculated. Not to mention, your expert fingers begin to slowly circle my hard, wet little clit as your lips press light little kisses into my skin up and down my right shoulder. As I push my hips forward towards your hand, you know I’ve given into you. I can almost FEEL you smiling.

I grab tighter onto the railing and moan. “Stop smiling,” I growl.

“No…I’m enjoying this too much to do that.”

“I shouldn’t give into you so easily.”

“Lore…for once in your life, stop thinking. Concentrate on my fingers. Cum for me. And for fuck’s sake, allow me the pleasure of making this gorgeous redhead orgasm on my hotel balcony.”

I laughed and did as instructed. For once I shut up, let go of the mindfuck momentarily, and instead concentrated on the heat you were creating between my legs. Every dip of your finger, every touch of your lips on my neck…I took it all in. You added another finger and moved directly over my clit…pressuring harder, rubbing faster. I bucked my hips forward against your hand over and over again. “Cum for me,” you whispered in my ear in that low, sensual voice you use to drive me out of my mind. As always, it worked.

I thrust swiftly into your hand a couple more times. As I felt your teeth sink into my neck, though, I soared over the edge. My orgasm washed over me. I moaned loudly, bucked wildly, and grabbed the railing so hard that my knuckles turned white. You must’ve sensed my knees were about to go weak because you finally moved your hand away from my clit and wrapped both arms around my waist just as my knees went out from under me.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered, holding me tight against your chest.

“Wow, Thomas….”

“Shhhh,” you whispered in my ear as you kissed it.

I breathed heavily into the night air, my chest heaving up and down as my heart pounded against my chest. There was so much I wanted to say to you, but I couldn’t find the words. Instead, I let go of the railing and found my footing. I put my arms over yours and sighed contently. I stared out onto the ocean for several moments and just listened to you breathe against my ear. It’d been a long time since anyone made me feel so perfectly satisfied.

“Thomas?”

“Lore?”

“That felt really amazing.”

You kissed my shoulder softly. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, love.”

“Did you enjoy YOURself?”

“Oh yes. There’s something about an hot lil’ redhead cumming all over my fingers that does it for me.”

“What did it do for you?”

“You know what you do to me.”

“I don’t know what me cumming does for you.”

“Don’t you?”

“Tell me.”

“You’re being silly again.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve got one better…I’ll let you feel what you do to me.”

You then let go of me, opened your robe, and quickly lifted my skirt. Without pausing, you pushed your cock between the lips of my pussy from behind, easily gliding through my hot wetness. We moaned in unison as you pushed your cock up the length Alsancak travesti of my slit and settled your thick hardness into my folds. Pushing your entire bare chest against my back, you said, “That, my dear, is what you do to me.”

“I’m sure I could do much, much more to you if I tried,” I retorted.

You slowly stroked your cock back and forth against my pussy lips a couple times before answering. “I’m sure you could, too.”

Without saying anything, I bent down and grabbed the hem of my skirt. In one swoop, I lifted the dress off my body and discarded it onto the concrete floor of the balcony. You didn’t say a word. Your hands leisurely travelled up the bare skin of my back until they reached the clasp of my bra. A couple quick movements and you released the snaps. I let it fall from my arms and onto the floor alongside my dress. You, in turn, shook your robe off your shoulders and let it fall alongside my clothing.

I leaned forward into the railing, allowing my now bare breasts to sway over the edge of the balcony as the cooling, salty wind whipped past, making my nipples instantly erect. My ass, in turn, pushed back into your groin causing you to groan as your balls slapped against my pussy lips that were encasing your shaft. You rubbed down my spine. I closed my eyes. Your hands went to my waist as your lips made contact with my shoulder blade. I stood upright and leaned back so that my entire naked body was against yours. Your hands immediately came around and landed on my breasts, squeezing them and lightly stroking your thumbs over my taut nipples. We stood there silent for several minutes…looking out onto the ocean and taking it in…enjoying the feeling of the ocean air on our naked bodies…enjoying the fact that our naked bodies were so tightly pressed together.

Finally, you spoke. “Lore?”

“Yes, Thomas?”

Your voice turned deep again…a low rumble…almost a growl. “I want you,” you whispered against my ear.

My breath caught in my throat momentarily, then I managed an answer. “Then take me.”

“You’re not mine to take.”

“Says who?”

“Are you, Lore? Are you mine to take?”

“What if I am?”

“Are you?”

“Maybe.”

“Yes or no?”

“You already know the answer to the question.”

“Maybe I just like hearing you say it.”

My own weapons used against me. Damn. “Do you want me to be yours to take?”

“You know I want to take you…I want you to be mine.”

I looked over my shoulder at you. “And you, Thomas, know I’m yours…ALL yours.”

Without hesitation, you brought your hand up and caressed my neck as your lips made contact with mine. It was a deep kiss full of passion and desire mixed with longing and neediness. My tongue rolled over yours slowly, fully enjoying the way you tasted and the softness of your mouth. As you kissed me, your hands went back to my breasts, kneading them. You began to move your hips, allowing your hard cock to glide back and forth along the soft wetness of my slit. I moaned against your mouth. You moaned against mine. It was time.

Your hand left my right breast momentarily and I felt your cock pull back from my slit. I let out a little sigh of protest and you snickered. I looked over my shoulder at you, pouting. You leaned in and rested your forehead against mine. “You’ll like this better, I promise,” you whispered in that rough, manly voice that makes my clit throb. And throb it did.

I felt the tip of your cock press against my opening. I let out a moan and closed my eyes. I could feel you watching me intently. I closed my mouth and tried to look somewhat composed, but I was failing miserably. As you pressed your hard cock deeper and deeper into my wet, aching, dying-to-be-penetrated pussy, it was all I could do to not lose my mind. Finally, once you were balls deep inside me, remaining motionless, letting me adjust to the invasion, you leaned in and lightly kissed my lips bringing me back to reality. I opened my eyes. You smiled at me…a warm, sensual, loving smile. “I told you that you’d like this better.”

“You’ve never steered me wrong in the past.”

“Fuck…do you have any idea how perfect you feel surrounding my cock? How tight you are? How good it feels when you squeeze my dick like a vise?”

“Based on how amazing it feels to be filled up full of your cock and how it feels to be stretched to my limits, yeah…I have some idea what you’re referring to.”

“I’ve never felt a more perfect pussy, Lore…I’m serious….”

I kissed your lips lightly as I pressed back against you…my ass against your groin urging you for more. As usual, you never disappoint. You pushed me forward against the railing and cupped both of my tits in your hands, mauling them roughly, as you leaned in and bit my neck. It surprised me and I cried out…but that didn’t stop you. You pulled backwards, easing yourself from within me, then thrust forward with such force that I lost my grip on the railing. I quickly grabbed on again, knowing that the next thrust was about to follow. You pushed into me again and again, rough and steady, as you sucked and bit at my neck and squeezed my breasts as you pinched my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. I began to grunt and groan with each forceful thrust…I was entirely lost to you as you fucked me like I was the last woman on earth you ever wanted to be inside.

The Train

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By Legmaster and Hussy

Edited 10/28/04 by Susurrus

Stephen had come into town for business. He arranged it so he could stay the weekend to play with me. He finally was taking me up on my offer to play tour guide. I was psyched beyond belief and had started planning the second we got off the phone.

Friday night found us on MetroNorth heading into New York City. The 45-minute train ride was spent catching up on our lives outside the office. When we reached the restaurant, Stephen helped me off with my coat. We both ended up staring when we noticed how good each other looked. The black knit mini-dress, black stockings and heels showed off all the right body parts. Stephen was dressed casually in black chinos, white shirt and paisley tie. The look was definitely mouth-watering.

Dinner was a wonderful event. Good food, great company and good conversation full of sexual innuendo. As we finished up our desserts, I told Stephen that I had a couple of surprises in store. He was instantly intrigued. Of course, the surprise he was hoping for wasn’t “cumming” until much later in the evening. It was nice to keep him guessing.

The first surprise was two tickets to The Phantom of the Opera. Excitement and disappointment ran across his face at the same time. The disappointment lasted until the lights dimmed. During the first half, we ended up holding hands. The second half is a total blur to me. His hand somehow ended up working its way under my dress to rest between my thighs. Every so often he moved his thumb or pinkie, sending a jolt of desire right up my body.

By the time the curtain came down, we were both extremely turned on. We found it difficult to keep our hands off one another. The evening air was chilly as we walked towards my second surprise. This helped Stephen get some control back but had the exact opposite effect on me. By the time we arrived at our next destination, my nipples were hard and my breasts were full, both aching to be sucked.

Stephen let loose with a huge grin when he realized our next stop was a nightclub. We both love to dance. We’ve spent many bitch and moan sessions wondering how we always ended up dating people who hated to dance. Stephen basically threw our coats at the clerk and dragged me towards the dance floor. When we managed to get through the crowd to a spot Stephen approved of, he turned around to face me.

The spot his eyes fell upon were my nipples straining against my dress. After staring for a couple of seconds, he looked at me with a look of sham sympathy.

“You’d better turn off your headlights before you wear out your battery,” he advised before he started to dance.

“I’m not worried,” I replied.

“Oh yea, how come?” he queried.

“Heard you’ve got the jumper cable that could kick-start anything,” was my sassy reply.

“Anytime…. anyplace…” he added, moving in close so I could tell he wasn’t kidding around.

The songs were upbeat, making us sweat as we moved our bodies to the beat. “Slave to Love” came on and it took us about ten seconds before we were in each other’s arms. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm as we gazed into each other’s eyes. As the second verse started, Stephen dipped his head down for a light, teasing kiss. With the second kiss, our lips lingered together until he parted mine to boldly thrust in his tongue. My arms locked around his neck. His hands – which had been resting lightly on the small of my back – caressed their way down to curve around my buttocks. Stephen pulled my hips closer to his so there was not an inch of space between our bodies.

We came up for air as the last few beats of the song filled the room. The heat from our gazes was enough to set the room on fire. The DJ played “Do You Want to Dance,” which meant we didn’t have to break contact. The kisses were light and quick until my hands reached his butt and started to slowly caress the taut muscles there. With a moan of pure agony, Stephen crushed his lips onto mine with our tongues reaching for each other’s throats.

The song ended much too soon. We were abruptly brought back to reality and where we were. Our mood for dancing had been replaced by desire for something more, so we collected our coats and headed for the train station. We had plenty of time for a casual stroll but we both rushed. It was the unspoken hope of catching a dark corner to continue where we left off that urged us to take a quick pace.

Unfortunately, we could only find a corner in a car that was quickly filling with people. Settling in, I prayed that everyone would get off at the first stop. As we waited for the train to pull out, I leaned my head on Stephen’s shoulder with my arm resting on top of his thigh. Within a few moments, I was out like a light, dreaming of the surprises still to be revealed.

I dreamed of feelings that were more intense than any of my other fantasies put together, and for a very good reason. Half of the car had gotten off at the first stop, and the Çankaya travesti conductor had settled down for a long chat with the engineer. Stephen jumped at the golden opportunity presented to him.

Having placed my coat over my legs, it managed to conceal Stephen’s busy hands. He had slid his hand in between my knees to part my legs a little. He then started to explore the silkiness of my inner thighs, moving slowly upward. I wish I had been awake to see his reaction when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties. As it was, I woke up just as his finger made its first stroke on my clit. Seeing the intense look on his face, I had to let out a low moan of desire. The moan caused him to smile down at me wickedly.

Stephen started to slowly stroke me, moving from my hard clit down to the bottom of my very wet slit, barely penetrating my lips. It didn’t matter really: I felt it all the way up my body. I parted my legs in anticipation and the hope for more. Stephen moved his hand so that it was cupping me gently.

Looking into his eyes, I knew without a doubt what was going to happen next. I brought Stephen’s head down to capture my moans of pleasure. The instant his tongue parted my lips, his fingers parted my other set. At the same time his tongue made love to my mouth, his fingers made love to my pussy. Stephen’s magical fingers were quickly bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. I grabbed Stephen’s thigh to make sure I stayed grounded when my body took off. My hips started moving in time with his fingers. Stephen then started to move his fingers even faster. That was all it took to trigger my orgasm.

Coming back down to earth, I felt Stephen slip his fingers out just as the conductor announced our stop. We almost missed it, as I sat stupefied, watching Stephen clean my juices off his fingers. Stephen got up, holding his coat in front of him, pushing me off the train towards the car. As we walked, naughty thoughts were rushing through my mind. Leaving Stephen in his present state for a twenty-minute car ride was not one of them.

When we reached the car, I unlocked my side and threw my coat on the seat. Staring at Stephen over the top of the car, I unlocked the back door. Then I got in, sliding over to unlock the other door. Stephen stood there for a few heartbeats before opening the door and throwing his coat in the front. He got in and shut the door. When my eyes finally adjusted to the moonlight, I saw Stephen sitting there looking down at his clasped hands. I leaned over, turning his head towards me to gauge his state. Had I not seen his erection straining the front of his pants, I would have thought he was in serious pain.

“You know, my idea to stay this weekend was not so I could get you into bed,” Stephen blurted out, making me realize the reason for his hesitation.

“I know it wasn’t. It was mine,” I said before I slipped my tongue over his lips.

That seemed to get rid of the last of his hesitation because he pulled me tightly against him as we kissed passionately. I got myself situated so we were reclining against the seat with me on top of him. While we were kissing, Stephen started grinding his erection against my belly. Responding to his body’s plea as quickly as I could, I didn’t bother with his shirt and just went directly for his pants. I broke the kiss so I could work on his belt and zipper. Our heavy breathing filled the car. Once I got his zipper down, he lifted his hips slightly so I could work his pants down. I unbuttoned the bottom buttons of his shirt, parting the shirttails out of the way. Stephen was straining his briefs to their limits. On the very tip of his cloth-encased erection, there was a growing wet spot. I rubbed on that spot a few seconds before I stroked the entire length.

One of my favorite erotic past times is to stroke a man’s erect penis through soft cotton. Thus I didn’t realize I was making it unbearable for Stephen until he let out a painful “Di…” I looked up into his eyes to find him watching the obvious pleasure that was all over my face. While keeping eye contact, I slid his underwear down to join his pants. I slowly stroked him a couple more times until I felt the pre-cum. Knowing I didn’t have much time left, I slowly lowered my head and licked those drops off, just like it was a lollipop. Stephen tangled his fingers in my hair and thrust his hips up, forcing his head past my lips. Wanting to set the pace, I pushed his hips back down on the seat. With one hand, I cupped his balls in a secure grip, using my other hand to hold the base as I engulfed him in one quick downward stroke.

I imagined Stephen closing his eyes and throwing back his head, since his tummy bumped the top of my head. He had a death grip on my hair and his moans were like music to my ears. I came back up his length very slowly, trying to memorize the feel, taste and texture of him. I kept up this pace for a few more minutes. Before I could swallow him again, Stephen thrust his hips Dikmen travesti up. Again I held him down, picking up the pace. This caused him to moan even louder. I felt a couple more drops of pre-cum so I picked up the pace even more, wanting to make him cum, dying for the taste of him. Suddenly, I felt Stephen’s whole body tense. He bucked off the seat, holding my head down, letting out an “Oh Goddddd…” as he let loose with his orgasm.

After I swallowed the last drop and licked him clean, I came up to snuggle. We hugged and kissed lightly, while Stephen tried to get his breathing back to normal. We finally got ourselves into some sense of order, and I took us to Stephen’s hotel. As we rode the elevator up to his room, we were groping each other like we did back in college.

After ordering a nice snack of German Riesling and chocolate covered strawberries, Stephen decided to draw a nice warm bath in the Jacuzzi tub. I could see him bend over the tub and was even more intrigued by the sight of his semi-rigid cock in the light of the bathroom.

I could feel my womanhood twitch slightly, and had an uncontrollable urge to just touch my clit and see if was as hard as it felt. I moved myself slightly towards the edge of the bed, and parted my legs slightly so that Stephen could see what I was up to.

My hands began to roam across my body, from my breasts down my belly, and finally to the thin patch of hair right above my clit. Just as I was about to touch myself, I could hear him slightly cough, snapping me out of my sensual state for a moment.

“I believe that’s my job, ma’am,” Stephen said in a mock tone, but tinged with high powered eroticism. “Follow me.”

I watched for a brief moment as he turned and I could see his firm ass in the glow of the light from the bathroom. I got up from the bed and followed my lover into the bathroom. When I arrived, he grabbed my hand, and helped me step into the warm, bubbly water. As I got both feet into the water, I turned around and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and pulled him close.

“Care to join me?” I asked him, already knowing that there was enough room for both of us to begin with.

“In a few,” Stephen said, “I want to admire your body from here for a moment, if that’s OK with you.”

I slipped into the water, allowing its warmth to embrace me, taking some of the bubbles and strategically placing them over my breasts. While getting comfortable, Stephen sat down on the edge of the tub, his semi-erect cock rising slightly upward, one leg already in the tub.

He then stuck his hand into the water, and gently ran it across my left leg, up to my knee. The combination of the warm water, his hand, and the general electricity in the air, actually sent a cold shiver up my spine.

Stephen appeared to be searching for something in the water, but I didn’t know what. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me he was looking for the sponge to wash my back.

“Mmmmm,” was the only thing that came from my lips. “Going to clean off your dirty gal, are you?”

“No, I like you dirty, my love,” he replied. “I just want to help you relax a little bit more.”

Finally he found the sponge, and stood up to move closer to my body. His cock was no more than three inches away from me and it was all I could do not to take it into my mouth yet again.

For ten minutes, he bathed me with such tenderness, that I almost wept with joy. After he dried me off, he lifted me up, carried me back into the bedroom, and laid me onto the bed again.

My mind swelled with anticipation, wondering what Stephen had in store for me, since this evening had been all about surprises for both of us.

He stood up and reached over to the remote control on the bedside table. Making a few adjustments, the next thing I heard was Norah Jones on the speakers from the entertainment center.

Stephen then grabbed me and brought my hips to the edge of the bed, with him standing directly in front of me. He stared at me with intent love and admiration of my body, and at that moment I am sure that I if he asked for my soul that evening I would have gladly given it to him.

He then sat down on the edge of the bed with my feet on his shoulders. He started planting slow, tiny kisses on my ankles, then the inside of both legs. At the first kiss on my legs, I whimpered slightly, his warm mouth teasing me. His tongue created little circles on the inside of my knees, which caused my leg to slightly buckle.

Stephen was then right between my thighs, and planting even hotter kisses on my inner thighs. He teased me with those kisses, since we both knew his ultimate destination. Finally, I felt his breath just above my clit. Looking down, I watched him gently part my lips with his tongue, running it up from my asshole all the way to my clit, and then back to my ass.

I felt my ass clench as his tongue ran circles around my little bud. I moaned, parting my thighs a little more Eryaman travesti while raising my hips to give him better access. I could feel my pussy seeping juices from my lips, and onto his tongue.

My clit was so hard at that moment, I wanted him to eat it whole and just suck on it until I screamed from the orgasm. Yet, at the same time I didn’t want him to stop teasing me. Dropping my hand from where it was tangled in his hair, I slowly massaged my clit. I felt Stephen stop for a few seconds to watch me playing with myself. With a low growl, he nudged my hand out of the way to suck on my clit hard. I got the hint and let my hand fall to the bed, letting Stephen have this moment.

He knew all the right spots to hit, and used the right amount of pressure at all the right locations, knowing when to be fast, when to be slow, when to use just his tongue, and when to use his whole mouth. After about 15 minutes of this exceptional oral lovemaking, I could feel the most earth-shattering orgasm of the night brewing inside me. I knew he could sense it too, since he then began to part my pussy lips with his fingers, allowing him better access to my soaking wet womanhood. His thumb was doing so many wonderful things in coordination with his tongue that I really wanted to cum right that instant.

I could sense my muscles tightening, my inner pussy becoming tighter as my walls wanted to release in orgasm. Stephen’s tongue was doing many magical things that no one had ever done before, almost as if he had become one with my body. Just as I felt like I was about to release myself to orgasm, he stopped.

My body was in some sort of a state of shock, unable to believe or fathom what Stephen’s next move would be. My mind was so out of sorts that I didn’t know what to do, what to say. I’d almost slipped into some comatose area I’d never felt before.

Just as I whimpered and begged him to continue, Stephen started back onto my clit with renewed vigor – this time, slightly humming, his finger now rubbing the space between my pussy and asshole.

This combination of movements brought me to a new height never felt before. I was in some state of high that I don’t think any alcohol or drug could have brought me to. For the first time in my life, I wanted to scream out my pleasure to the world.

The orgasm ripped through me as his mouth sucked on my clit and his finger began to push against my asshole. I don’t know if I was screaming or not, but I felt as if my soul had left my body and risen above me, to see this whole scene from above.

I collapsed in a heap, almost hyperventilating, but in some state of unknown ecstasy, with Stephen’s mouth planting kisses on my inner thighs and then up on my tummy.

Coming back down to earth, I opened my eyes and looked down to see that Stephen had rested his forehead on my belly. Placing my hands on his cheeks, I gently guided him to look up at me.

“Come here,” I whispered while gazing into his eyes, letting him see all the emotions there.

Sliding his body along mine, I brought his lips to mine. I placed gentle kisses on his lips, the corners of his mouth, his chin, all over his face. Coming back to his lips, I lightly licked his bottom lip. Before he could capture my tongue, I moved to kiss his chin. With a deep groan, Stephen crushed me into the bed while capturing my lips for a deep French kiss. Sliding my hands into his hair, I poured everything into the kiss. The taste and smell of me on Stephen brought to mind an image of a cat that had marked its territory. I had the wild desire to mark his entire body.

Stephen broke the kiss and started to drop kisses on my neck and chest. One of his hands cupped my breast and started to massage it. I looked down just in time to see Stephen flick at my erect nipple. Before I could arch my back, he leaned down and started to suckle and bite my breast. Jolts of desire raced through my body as he worked his way over to pay attention to my other breast.

Against my belly, I felt how hard Stephen had become. Although the oral sex was mind blowing, I wanted this man buried so very deep inside me. Rolling us over, I crouched on all fours over Stephen’s body. I leaned down to give him a kiss, rubbing my breasts on his chest, enjoying the sensation. I caressed one hand down to his erect nipple, where I pinched it lightly. Stephen let out a low moan, telling me his nipples were just as sensitive as mine.

Breaking the kiss, I moved back to capture his other nipple with my teeth, lightly nibbling on it. While I feasted on his nipples, I reached down to grab his cock. The head was coated with pre-cum and I used my thumb to rub it all over. I felt Stephen twitch and slowly started to stroke him. I lowered my hips a little so that I could take his cock head and rub it between my pussy lips, letting him feel how wet I was… again. Stephen grabbed my face and brought it back up to kiss me deeply as I continued to tease both of us.

When the kiss ended, I looked down to see Stephen looking at me. Taking his cock, I moved my hips down a little, taking barely an inch inside. Placing both of my hands by his head, I could only gaze in wonder at the desire I saw in Stephen’s eyes and hoped he could see it in mine.

The Tropical Massage Pt. 02

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Love Cove…

After relaxing from your massage / post massage activities, we step into the 87 degree water, walking along the white sandy bottom, till the water is just lapping at your crotch. We kneel down, feeling the warm water envelope our nude, tan bodies. The water is dead calm in the cove, with finger reefs on the bottom. Max depth in the cove is 20 feet (perfect for what I have in mind). You didn’t know I had come out earlier, to preposition some additional equipment for our post massage swim. We swam outward, toward one of the shallow reefs. Upon reaching it, we floated, bobbing gently, watching the small, colorful fish swimming around the coral.

We swam toward another reef, deeper than the first, go do some surface diving. I let u take the lead, allowing me to watch u swim, gazing at your breasts weightless in the water and glimpse your pussy as you kick. I could feel myself begin to stir, and I desperately began to think of anything to keep me from getting hard (yet). Reaching the reef, u jack knifed and dove, into 12 feet of water, and began to explore the coral, looking for the small reef creatures who make a home there. After several dives, we proceeded to the center of the cove, a large sandy bottom, about 25 feet deep.

As we are swimming, I let go of your hand and begin to tease your nipples. U push my hand away, but i noticed that your nipples are at attention and pointy. When we reach the center of the cove, you notice the extra gear on the bottom. Two pairs of twin 100 cf tanks with extra long regulator hoses and a pair of weigh belts is waiting for us. U smile mischievous at me and dive to the gear. U easily reach the bottom and put on your weight belt. Afterwards, u turn on your air and begin breathing from your regulator. U settle down on the sandy bottom, on your back looking up at me. I see u wink and smile, as u begin to caress yourself. As your rubbing and squeezing your nipples and cupping your full breasts, I float above u watching the show u are putting on. U smile as u see my cock growing hard, sticking out from my body, then choosing this moment to move your right hand down to your waiting cunt. You’re spreading your legs, drawing your knees up to tilt your pelvis, giving me a perfect view of u spreading your lips, exposing your love canal, and beginning to finger your love box. Tracing a finger around your pussy, along the flesh between your inner and outer lips, I can imagine the electric jolts u feel, I see u shudder as your finger rubs across your clit.

After watching u for a few more moments, I dive down to you and grasp your thighs, and begin to run my tongue along the same path u traced with your finger. I found your clit, extended and sensitive, protruding from it’s protective hood. I feel u jump as I flick my tongue across it, sending waves of pleasure through out thru your body. U grab my head with your hands and firmly pull my mouth to your waiting pussy, clamping your thighs firmly against my ears. It been about 45 seconds since I dove and I am beginning to feel the urge to breathe. I exhaled a little air against your clit, sending more waves thru your body as the bubbles stream past it. You begin to buck against my face and I ride your wave, probing your folds with my tongue, tasting your honey mixed with the saltiness of the sea water. After a 1:15 of licking u, I free myself from your legs, and u give me your reg to breathe from. As I take a few breaths, I continue to finger you, slipping 1 then 2 fingers up your warm pussy. I take one more deep breath and pass the reg back to u, then continue to suck and nibble on your clit and pussy lips, while continuing to thrust my fingers deeply into you.

As I lavish undivided attention to u, I feel u buck and thrust faster and harder against my mouth, Osmanbey travesti holding my head with both your hands. I can feel your pending organism building within u, as I continue to working your cunt, licking your inner lips back to forth, teasing your clit with each pass, your movements become more frantic, and I can hear u moaning into your regulator, your increased breathing sending large amounts of air to the surface. Even though, my urge to breathe isn’t necessary, I free myself from the sweet prison of your legs and pussy and I thought of taking your reg again, but with your increased breathing, and frantic desire to cum again, I grab my reg and turn the tank valve on and take several deep breathes, flushing the CO2 from my lungs so I won’t breathe again till u cum. While I was breathing, u were strumming your clit, pumping 2 and 3 fingers into your cunt, attempting to cum.

I move your hand away, slip 3 fingers into your love tunnel, and suck on your clit again, flicking and rolling it with my tongue. U arch your back, seeking to drive your pussy deeper onto my fingers, bucking wildly. I pull my mouth and fingers away, stealing the needed attention u desperately crave in your desire to cum. You’re pleading with me with your eyes, as I keep u from pleasuring yourself. As I hear u grunt and moan into your reg, I return to your waiting pussy, flicking my tongue across your abused clit, then plunge it deeply into your waiting hole. I ride your bucking hips, fingering your love nub as I tongue fuck u, caressing your pussy’s velvety lining. Your thrusting harder and harder, I feel the tension quickly build in your body, and hear the reg struggle with keeping up with your breathing. Then, I feel u begin to spasm over and over, as u reach your release, bucking against me, screaming into your regulator. I continue to lick as the waves of ecstasy subside and u release the death grip u had on my head.

I retrieve my regulator and caress u as u come down from your intense organism, your breathing slows down as your body recovers. You squirm a little as I stroke and squeeze your tits and circle your nipples. I feel u run your hand down my body, slowly moving and finally reaching my raging hard on. You begin to stroke my cock, watching me and smiling mischievous. After a couple of minutes of gentle stroking, u push off the bottom and float toward my legs, gently spinning till u settle on the sand, kneeling, facing my stiff member. Your reg hose extends to your tanks, with plenty of slack. I watch u hyperventilate, then remove the reg from your mouth and hold it in your hand. I feel u grasp my dick and watch u bend downwards toward me, waiting for the first contact of your tongue against my cock, twitching in anticipation for it’s velvetly softness to caress my skin. Moments later, I feel the tip of your tongue flick across my head, teasingly brushing my slit, I involuntary respond, thrusting my cock slightly upwards, wanting, craving, and waiting for more of your touch. I feel your tongue brush against me again, knowing that u are teasing me as revenge when I pulled away as u were ready to cum. I swore that I would return the favor when the time was right. Then as I felt you licking and sucking on my head, I begin to thrust upwards, wanting, trying to slip my straining cock past your lips, into the warm velvetly chamber of your mouth. I know that u are in total control of me, as u lift your head up, keeping me from what I desire so badly, I love you and hate you so much for keeping me away from the pleasure I want, that I desperately seek.

It’s been about 1:30 that you’ve been holding your breath and even though you’re comfortable holding it for 2 minutes, u take several deep breaths and return to my stiff member. You teasing Ayrancı travesti lick the tip a couple of more times, then I feel u slide your mouth over my waiting head, your lips sliding downwards on my shaft. I keep from thrusting into your mouth, not wanting to cause u to gag underwater, I let u determine the pace and how deeply you will suck me, even though I want to thrust as deep into your mouth as far as I can go! I force myself to relax, to enjoy the sensation of your tongue and lips, as you bob up and down on my shaft, flicking the tip of my cock before your next downward stroke. I love watchin your hair floating as u bob on my dick, watching me disappear into u. On each successive stroke, I feel you taking a little more of me, soon you have swallowed 3/4 of my love. U stop to take a breath and you stroke me for a moment, till u resume your oral exam of my penis. I love the sensation of the warm water and your warm mouth, as you continue inhaling me, quickly taking more and more of my pleasure rod, till u bump up against my abs, with my entire length swallowed.

I feel your tongue swirling and running the underside of me, as u begin to cup and gently squeeze my balls, the vibrations spreading thru my dick as you moan with me deep in your throat. Thoroughly enjoying the feelings of pleasure, I didn’t notice that u had began to bob on my shaft again, increasing your pace, trying to get me to cum before u felt the urge to breathe again. I struggled against the mounting urge, trying not to surrender to your almost frantic sucking, trying to hold on as long as I can, to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. But, as the urge to breathe is becoming more prevalent, I feel u exhale from around my cock, reducing the level of CO2, in your lungs, alleviating your urge to breathe. I feel you do things to my cock with your mouth I can’t describe, the sensations are non stop and I finally succumb, feeling the waves of muscular spasms, propelling my juice into your mouth, thrusting with each wave of pleasure. You continue to suck as my orgasm fades, finally freeing me from your mouth. U swish my cum into the water, a cloud of my seed floating by your face. U retrieve your reg and take a well deserved breath.

We lay on the sandy bottom of the cove watching the reef fish swimming by, relaxing and enjoying the warm water for a moment, caressing each other. My breathing (and dick) has calmed from your efforts a few minutes ago. The little cloud of semen has dispersed, leaving no trace of the passionate moment I just experienced, just us. I noticed u grinning at me with that mischievous sparkle in your eyes, and felt u grasp my limp penis in your hand. U lifted up from the bottom and drifted over me, rotating till your pussy floated above my face. I reached up and grabbed a leg, drawing u down to my waiting mouth. As u settled on top of me, I felt u lick, then suck my flaccid cock into your mouth, your lips against my abs. As I begin to nibble and lick u, I feel u work your tongue around me. After a few moments, I can feel myself becoming hard again, thanks to the view of your pussy, your ass, and the sensation of your tongue. I can see how excited u are, your love tunnel radiating heat, grinding on my tongue. As I noticed that, I grew harder, u kept your lips against my abs, allowing my expanding cock to fill your mouth and to slide into your throat.

When u sensed I was fully extended, u pulled your mouth off me and took a breath. I felt u lift upwards, position yourself over my member. Grasping it with your hand, I watched u settle onto me, straddling me in a reverse cowgirl, feeling my head sliding past your lips, into your velvety sex. I watch as u slowly slide down on me, grunting as I fill your pussy as I disappear into u, only stopping Cebeci travesti when you’ve fully taken my cock, your crotch against mine. u begin to grind against me, pushing and rotating your hips, gently working yourself around my stiff member, relaxing your pussy walls, sliding along the front wall of your sex. While u grind against me, I slipped a small surprise I had secreted under the strap of my mask, an item for later.

U hook your heels under the small of my back, to be able to ride me without drifting off of my body. U rise up slowly, feeling me slide out, till only my tip is resting at your opening. Reversing your motion, u slide down slowly, enjoying the feeling of my hard on stretching u, expanding u as I fill your sugar shaker. Again, u rise, quicker this time, as your walls grip me tightly, but relaxed enough not to cause u any pain or discomfort. U continue to increase your pace, leaning back, allowing me to cup and squeeze you tits. I pinch your nipples, which are hard and at attention. U lean back farther and I push off the bottom, raising me to a standing position with u still impaled on my prick. With me standing on the bottom, you’re floating in front of me, doggie style, with your feet hooked behind my thighs. I have a firm grip on your hips and thrust deeply into u, while u thrust back, trying to drive me deeper into your hot, tight pussy. I can feel your snatch grip me tighter as u clench down on my dick, as I control the pace and depth of the ramming you’re getting. I vary my stroke, fast, shallow, deep, fast, slowly pulling out and rubbing my cock against your clit, re-inserting my cock into you, head tip just barely in your pussy, teasing u by keeping u from ramming back onto me, then driving deeply into u. U float effortlessly in front of me, suspended by the wonderfully warm water, caressing u while u attempt to match my pace and depth as I continue to ram your pussy.

I can feel u begin to grip my hard dick harder with your tight, little cunt. I know u will cum soon, judging from the pace u are trying to set and the volume of air u are exhaling, clouds of bubbles, your reg struggling to meet the demands u are putting on it. Suddenly, I pull out of u and flip u so u are floating on your back. U squeal in frustration from the sudden emptiness and the rush of water filling your cunt. U wrap your legs around my hips, quickly reaching for my dick and guiding it into your waiting love box and drive me fully into u. Suddenly, u feel an electric jolt against your clit while u grind against me. U reach between us and find the waterproof, vibrating, cock ring I slipped and turned on while I flipped u around. U continue to grind your clit against it for a few moments, then resumed humping me, pausing to rub against the ring on each stroke. I can watch your face, hear the moans, and feel your pussy clench my cock and spasm, as the pleasure sensations spread throughout your body.

I tweak your nipples, sending more jolts thru u, causing u to fuck me harder and harder, striving to cum again. Your frantic pace is sending me closer to my own orgasm, and I am holding on, wanting to cum with u. Then I feel u pull me as deeply as u can and plant your clit on the vibrating ring, and begin to shudder, spasm, grind wildly against me, all the while moaning and creaming into your regulator. Holding on to you, I let myself go and pump my cum deeply into u, watching a small cloud of sperm pumping out of your pussy with each successive stroke. We stay tangled up together for several minutes, then u float upwards, my cock sliding out of u, more clouds of cum floating in the water.

After a few minutes resting on the bottom, u signal for us to return to the surface. We shut off the valves on the tanks and leave the weight belts with the tanks. I noticed both sets still have about half capacity remaining. I thinking a replay tomorrow is very likely. We surface and u hug and kiss me, thanking me for a wonderful “swim”. We head back to the beach to clean up and rest before dinner. Wonder what desert will bring???

The Therapist Ch. 04

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Author’s note: To better understand what is going on, I would encourage you to start with the first chapter and read through. This is part of a series. It was never intended to be a stand-alone story even though it reads like one. Thanks for taking the time to read my work and please vote. If you feel the need to criticize, please make it constructive criticism. This is my first attempt at writing a series, and I know I could use some improvement.

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Kate woke without the normal horny feelings she usually had. She didn’t feel the slightest urge to masturbate. She rolled over and came face to face with her angel, Jane. Jane looked so peaceful with her eyes closed.

Kate stared at her and a warm feeling came over her. She thought back to yesterday and what had happened. She reached down and touched herself and thought. “Hmm. Not too painful.” At that moment, she realized her ass didn’t hurt that bad either. “I think I’ll make it through the day.” She thought.

She admired Jane’s long blond hair. It was so straight and gracefully draped over her body. Her lips were full and soft. Kate always loved the way Jane kissed her. She wondered what it would be like to make love to her, to have Jane make love to her instead of this brutal fucking she got every now and again. She let that thought slip away as she continued to look at Jane. Her eyebrows were blond so Kate new she was a true blond. She looked at her breasts. They were firm and her nipples were semi hard and poking into her tank top. Lying on her side showed her very curvy body and nice hips. Everything about Jane shouted beauty. Kate reached over and kissed her lower lip. Jane stirred.

Blinking a couple of times Jane finally opened her eyes completely. She smiled at Kate, “Good morning,” she whispered.

Kate whispered back, “Good morning.”

“How do you feel this morning?”

“Surprisingly good.”

“I hope you’re not too sore.”

“I think I’ll be able to manage.”

They were both still whispering.

“I’m going to have to go. I need to get Jason off to school and my prick of a husband off to work. Can I borrow a different t-shirt? Something happened to the one I wore over. I wonder what that was,” as she winked at Jane.

Jane chuckled, “Yeah, they’re in the closet. Just pick one out.”

“Thanks,” she said as she bent over and kissed Jane’s forehead.

Kate climbed out of bed and went to the closet. She pulled out a local Springfield Longhorns t-shirt. She walked out of the closet and held it up for Jane. “I’m taking this one.”

“That’s fine.” Jane watched as Kate removed the t-shirt she wore to bed. She watched as her tits bounced as she moved. That excited her and she reached down and touched herself pulling on her nipples. She didn’t bother to hide it, and when Kate pulled the other shirt on, she saw Jane playing with herself. She reached over and grabbed her sweat pants off the dresser never taking her eyes off Jane. By now, Jane had one hand on her now exposed tits, and the other hand was fingering her pussy lips through her panties. Kate pulled her sweat pants on and walked towards the bed. Jane now had her panties off and was fingering her pussy.

Kate bent down and took a nipple in her mouth and nibbled on it as she whispered to Jane. “I’ll make you come Ms. Dawson, but you’ll have to come quick.” She moved her hand down to replace Jane’s. When she felt Jane’s pussy, it was already soaked.

Jane managed a low moan as Kate’s finger entered her pussy. “Mmm thank you.”

Kate wasted no time. One thing she knew was how to masturbate. She had one hand on Jane’s tits and the other inside her soaked pussy. She had the other nipple in her mouth and she worked feverishly on Jane and quickly brought her closer to orgasm. Her fingers alternated between fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Jane breathed in gasps as Kate fingered her cunt. She drove three fingers deep into Jane’s pussy and Jane arched her back and exploded on Kate’s fingers. Kate felt the cum ooze from around her fingers as Jane bucked and writhed under Kate’s direction. Jane’s body spasmed as her orgasms drug on. Kate expertly worked Jane’s clit and caused Jane to come over and over again. Jane got to the point of completion and she reached down and grabbed Kate’s hand. Kate’s fingers stopped, and she pulled them out of her dripping cunt.

She brought her fingers to her nose and inhaled Jane’s scent. “Feel better now?”

She offered her soaked fingers to Jane who took them in her mouth and licked them clean. She brought them back to her nose where she could still smell Jane’s essence. She stuck one finger at a time in her mouth and licked it clean.

“You know the difference between you and me?”

Jane couldn’t speak. She just shook her head.

“I’m an addict. I do it because I have to. You’re a nympho. You do it because you love it. Thanks for letting me make you come.”

Jane shook her head again. Still gasping for air, Şişli travesti she whispered, “No, thank you.”

Kate bent down and kissed Jane’s lower lip and whispered, “One of these days you and I are going to make love. Right now I need to go.” She stood up and looked at Jane. “Thank you for everything you do for me.” Then she turned and walked out of the room.

It was just now sunup and the sky was clear as Kate climbed into her Yukon and started it up. She sat there for a moment letting the events of the last twenty-four hours race through her mind. Everything paused when she got to Jane’s orgasm this morning. She knew before everything spun out of control again she wanted to make love to Jane. In all this time, Jane helped her, but they never actually made love to each other. She knew Jane was ready and so was she. She slipped the shifter into drive and headed home to face her shit head husband.

She pulled into the driveway and pushed the garage door opener. As the door opened, she could see John’s truck was still there. She climbed out of the SUV and walked into the quiet house. Nobody was awake which was perfect for her. She made a pot of coffee and headed for her bedroom. Trying to get into her normal routine, she quickly stripped and climbed in the shower. She let the water flow over her body and reveled at the lack of sexual feelings. She thought to herself. “This feels really good.” She didn’t have to deny the urge to masturbate because it didn’t exist. She quickly showered and dressed pulling on her normal work attire. She stopped by Jason’s room as she headed to the kitchen just like she did every day.

“Rise and shine little man. It’s a school day.” She heard a moan come from under the covers.

John walked in and grabbed a cup from the cabinet and walked over to the coffee pot. “You okay?” He asked in a very direct tone.

“Yeah. I feel better this morning. And by the way, thanks for picking up Jason yesterday.”

Nonchalantly he replied, “No problem,” but then in a stern voice, he said, “You need to go see Doc Donald about those migraines. Seems like you’ve been getting them more and more these days.”

She thought, “If he only knew what those migraines were.” She responded, “I’ll make an appointment for next week. What do you have going on today?”

“We’re trying to get basements poured before cold weather sets in. That way we’ll have work to carry us through the winter. We’re pouring two in Walsh this morning and one in Pritchette this afternoon. I’m hoping to have five or six more poured before the season ends. I probably won’t be home before six or so. Where are you today?”

“I’m making up two appointments that I cancelled yesterday plus my regular patients I normally have on Tuesday’s, but they’re all in town.”

Jason walked in and sat down at the table. Kate grabbed a bowl and some cereal and set them down. She grabbed the milk from the refrigerator and placed it on the table as well. “Good morning Jason.”

In a sleepy voice he spoke, “Morning mom.”

John piped in, “Good morning son.”

“Morning dad.” He poured his cereal and milk and didn’t say anything else.

John said, “Well I need to get going. I’ll see you two later tonight.” He turned and headed into the garage.

Kate pressured Jason, “Hurry up and finish eating. We need to get going.” He finished his breakfast and headed off to get his backpack. She finished fixing his lunch and when he returned, she shoved the lunch bag in his hand and headed towards the garage.

She dropped him at school and headed to the office. When she got there Glenda was in the office. She looked up as Kate walked in, “You okay this morning?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I just had a migraine hit me in the middle of the day.”

“I know. Jane Dawson called me. You have a load today.”

“I know. I’ll get through it.”

“I know you will. You always do. Have you thought about seeing Dr. Donald about those migraines? You’ve been having them a lot here recently.”

“Yeah. I told John I would make an appointment next week to get checked out.” She knew in a week everyone would forget about this, so she wouldn’t make the appointment. She ducked into her office where she could relax for a moment.

She set out to call Carly and Grady to set up her make up appointments. She hated having to make them up, but she knew she had to. She knew her addiction would be back in full strength soon, and she had to stay on track. With her appointments in order, she stopped by Glenda’s office, “If you need me, call my cell. I’ll be out in the field for a couple of days.”

Glenda nodded, “I have it right here. Let me know if you need anything.” She knew Kate was good at what she did and never had to worry about her doing her job.

Kate left the office and climbed into her car. She went about making up her missed appointments and meeting her current ones. She was on top of her game and not hesitating for a minute for extra curricular activities. Taksim travesti She felt in control of her life and not controlled by her addiction. She breezed through today, and thought about tomorrow. “Oh shit,” she thought, “I have to see Jake tomorrow.”

Her mind raced, “What am I going to tell him? What kind of excuse could she make up to get her through the next session with him?” She pondered.

She finally came up with an answer. “She had to tell him the truth. She had to tell him about Jane. She didn’t want to lose Jake’s trust. She liked him and wanted him to help her later on. Not like Jane, but to really help her with her addiction. She wanted him to feed her addiction.” She decided, “If he got persistent, she would suck him off. She would deep throat his cock and let him explode in her mouth.”

She had feelings for Jake. It scared her, but she was not willing to lose him as a client. No matter how scared she got of these feelings, she needed to explore them. She needed to see how real they were.

She scurried through her day. She picked up Jason from football practice and made it home in time to fix a nice dinner. After she cleaned up and put everything away. She sat down with Jason to enjoy an episode of Glee. She ignored John all evening, and there were only a couple of stares from him that reinforced her hatred for him.

She thought, “If I could divorce his ass and fuck him in the process, I would do it in a heartbeat.” She feared him and what he could do to her in this small town. She knew he could hurt her with his contacts and power in this little Midwest town. She knew, when he was done with her, she wouldn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, so she smiled at him as if everything was fine.

She got Jason to bed and headed to her retreat in the master bedroom, a place she felt comfortable and safe. She bolted the door. She had the locks replaced when he forfeited the room. She wanted to feel safe, as she didn’t trust him.

Once the door was locked she relaxed. She stripped and put on a loose fitting spaghetti strapped nightgown. She brushed her nipples and felt nothing. She pulled on them and still felt nothing. This disappointed her a little bit. Kate thought about everything for a minute. She was amazed at the lack of feeling. She felt empty, undesirable, and unattractive. She missed the urges and the desires she usually carried around with her, and there was no tingling in her pussy.

She thought, “Jane really did fuck me up.” She slipped her hand inside her panties and touched her pussy. It was dry. She tried to shove her finger inside herself but it was too dry. “Damn,” She thought, “This is fucked up.” She moved her fingers to her clit and rubbed it. There were no stimulating feelings. She didn’t react to her own fondling. She attributed it to Jane’s activities the day before. She felt disappointed and resolved to rolling over and going to sleep. Tomorrow was a new day.

Kate slept well. She didn’t experience or act on any sexual urges during the night or that morning; However, she still felt unsatisfied and unfulfilled. She felt a part of what defined her was being denied. She eventually brushed it off and went about her daily routine. She got John and Jason off to work and school and set about her daily routine. She stopped by the office to drop off the paper work for the previous day and pick up today’s files. She set out for her daily sessions. Her first stop of the day was Jake.

She was nervous. How was she going to handle the appointment when she didn’t need to have sex? Jane diminished her desire for sex to the size of a microorganism, and Jake was expecting the best physical therapist in the county. She thought about what she decided the night before and went with that solution.

She pulled up in front of Jake’s house. The walk to the front porch looked longer than it did the previous visit. She slid out of her SUV and headed towards the door. She knew she had to take control of today or it was not going to go well. She didn’t want to experience what she had imagined would be the response from Jake. She reached the front door and didn’t hesitate to push the doorbell. Jake answered the door wearing the shorts she had instructed him to wear in their last session and nothing else. She stood there and soaked in this handsome man. She couldn’t help but look him over and noticed his semi hard cock and muscular legs. She immediately brought her eyes to his. She mustered a muffled, “Hi.”

He opened the screen door and motioned for her to enter. She walked through the door and removed her flip-flops and left them next to the door. Without saying a word, she shuffled past Jake and stopped in the middle of the room. She looked around and everything was exactly as she remembered it. She didn’t hesitate a moment and dropped her bag beside his favorite blue Lazy Boy lounge chair.

She unzipped her bag and reached in and grabbed the two sheets she had placed Gümüşsuyu travesti in there this morning. She spread them out side-by-side on the floor and motioned for Jake to take his place on one. “Did you go over the stretching exercise sheet I left with you?”

He looked at her and responded, “Yes I did.”

“Good. We are going to work on those today, and I’m going to do them with you so you can see the correct form. Is there somewhere I can change?”

He pointed to a door, “Yeah, use the front bedroom.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out some clothes and disappeared into the adjoining room. Jake patiently waited for her to return. Within minutes she appeared in a pair of white, very tight, short shorts and a white wife beater tank top. The bottoms of her ass cheeks were teasingly exposed. Jake could tell she wasn’t wearing panties, as her pussy formed the perfect camel toe under her shorts. She was also braless. Her tank top was thin enough he cold make out the nice brown areolas and saw her nipples pressing against her top. They weren’t quite hard, but they were clearly defined. He remembered sucking on them and relished the thought of doing it again. This vision of her and the thoughts of the other day brought Jake’s cock to life. He quickly turned away from her so he would not embarrass himself. She walked up beside him and spread out her arms. She motioned for them to spread out a little bit to give each other more room, and Jake slid over some more.

“Alright, let’s start with the neck. We’re going to do each one of these for a five count. Left ear to the left shoulder as far as you can go.” Leaning her head over to touch her ear to her shoulder, “For five, and four, and three, and two, and one.”

She brought her right ear to her right shoulder. “Right ear to the right shoulder now, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one.”

Bringing her chin to her chest she said. “Now your chin to your chest, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one.”

“Okay, and pull your head back and look at the ceiling, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one.”

“Very good Jake,” as she turned and faced Jake, “Face me Jake and hands at your side.”

Jake turned and faced Kate not saying a word.

“Let’s roll the shoulders forward, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one.

“Rear Shoulder rolls now, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one. Great.”

They continued to stretch arms, legs, and back muscles. They worked all parts of their bodies. Once the stretching routines were done, she looked at Jake, “You broke a sweat.”

Jake looked down at the beads of sweat on his chest, “Huh, I guess I did. But look at you, cool as a cucumber.”

Kate laughed, “And your point is?” She had done this routine so many times that she rarely broke a sweat any more.

Jake just chuckled and headed to the other room. “I’m going to grab a towel and some water. Would you like a bottle of water?”

“That would be nice. Thanks.”

Jake returned in a minute with two bottles of water. He had obviously rinsed off and had a towel neatly draped around his neck. He handed a bottle to Kate and twisted the cap off of his. He brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it taking a long draw on it emptying almost half of it before he stopped. “What’s next?”

Kate looked at her watch. It had only been thirty minutes. “We’re done for today Jake.”

Jake moved closer to her. He looked at her puzzled. “This is it? That’s all we’re doing?” He reached his arms out and pulled Kate into him.

Kate felt his warm body pressed against hers, and she had to come up with something quick before this spiraled out of control. She felt his cock grow hard against her, and it did nothing for her. She did not even feel a twinge in her not so delicate pussy.

“Jake. Lie down on the sheet for me.”

“Gladly,” Jake replied as he lay down on his back.

Kate straddled Jake’s legs and looked hard at Jake. “I need to tell you something, but first I want you to come in my mouth.” As she said that, she grabbed Jake’s shorts and pulled them down. Jake’s cock sprang out and bounced off his stomach. He had a full erection and Kate reached out and grabbed it wrapping her fingers around his hard cock. “It looks like you are glad to see me Jake.”

Jake smiled as she stroked his cock. He was amazed at how expertly she worked his cock. It didn’t take long and Jake felt the very beginnings of his orgasm. Kate knew this and lowered her head. She could see the clear slimy pre-cum oozing from the head of his cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked his cum hole at the head of his cock taking the pre-cum onto her tongue and quickly retracting her tongue back into her mouth.

She tasted the salty fluid and wanted more. She drove her tongue into his cum hole and tried to get more. She lowered her head down and enveloped his head with her mouth. She sucked his cock hard like trying to suck a milkshake through a tiny straw. She wanted more of that pre-cum. When she realized there was no more, she slowly lowered her head even further taking his cock deeper inside her mouth. It reached the back of her throat, and she expertly opened her throat and let him penetrate her even further.

The Submission of Angel

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Dark clouds promising rain had consumed the bright morning sun. She walked out of the building she called home just as the clouds busted open pouring drops of warm water onto the streets. As she made her way down the street, holding an umbrella in her left hand, her strawberry blonde curls danced down her back, some falling over her shoulder and teasing her breasts by bouncing in and out of the low cut shirt he chose. The fabric caressed her bare breasts, allowing the strangers around her to see her taut nipples dancing beneath, her khaki shorts were clinging to her bronze thighs as she made her way through the crowd, her heels making a light sound against the pavement. She was meeting someone today, a lover who would teach her the one thing she hadn’t fully accepted. She would submit to him, this morning he called her and told her she should wear the shirt and shorts she had on, but nothing beneath the fabric, he wanted her skin to be easily accessible. The shoes were a must he warned that if she didn’t have the right ones she would be punished. Her mind was full of anger towards the man who just left her; this lover would hurt her, and maybe leave bruises, she didn’t care about that. Those bruises would heal and she will have learned something. Submitting was an art her lover told her, like most arts you need to be taught it.

“When you are ready I will show you” he promised just months ago. She never expected to take that offer.

She stood quietly at the door of his building, finishing the cigarette that she wasn’t too sure she needed. As she dropped it to the ground as the door opened and she made her way to his apartment. She knocked on the door, quieter then normally, part of her was hoping that he wouldn’t answer and she could turn back now. The door opened and he stood there, his hazel eyes looked over her approvingly as he stepped aside to let her in closing the door behind her, he stopped and watched her walk, running a hand through his brown hair almost nervously. She glanced around the apartment noticing a piece of rope lying on the stand next to the couch. He walked towards her as she turned around they greeted each other with a passionate kiss. Bodies grinding against each other in desire, then she pulled away slowly.

“How rough are you prepared to get today?” he asked her as she pulled away. She shrugged at the question as she set her umbrella and bag on a chair in the corner. He approached her again, pulling her in for another kiss, his tongue snaking out of his mouth and into hers as his hands ran down her back to grasp her ass, pulling her closer.

“Are you going to answer the question?” he asked when he pulled away from the kiss.

“Mmmmm yeah I want like a grudge fuck type of thing, and can you handle that?” as she looked up at him, lust dancing in her ice blue eyes. She traced his strong jaw line with her tongue playfully before he pulled back allowing a coy smile to spread on his face.

“Maybe you should tell me exactly what you WANT to happen?” he told her. Her reply was simple and complicated at the same time.

“Mmmmm I want to be taken — I want to feel your cock moving in and out of my mouth without me controlling it…I want to be teased …knowing eventually you will fuck me but not knowing when or how you will do it, but most of all if want to be wanted.” His eyes moved from hers to the rope laying on the stand, he grabbed it and held it towards her.

“Perhaps this could be used in giving you that?” he asked her. Leaning in and kissing her again he whispered, “Mmmmm you are definitely wanted baby”

She offered her wrists to him with a smile spreading across her face, as he reached to tie them.

“oh wait a second” she said. His brow rose suspiciously at her as she pulled away from him. Standing back just one step she removed the clothing she was instructed to wear, revealing her bronzed breasts, stomach and legs to his eyes, she watched his eyes move down her body and pause at her shaven pussy, lingering there a moment as he licked his lips.

He’d almost forgotten what she looked like nude; it’s been months since she came to him. Stepping back towards him she offered her wrists again. His hands moving quickly and skillfully to tie her hands, knowing once he’s done this she will be under his control, completely hopeless to his wants and desires for her body. She slowly licks then gently bites her lip as she moves to sit on his couch, tied hands falling into her lap. He stands still watching her walk, looking her body over as she sits down spreading her legs on his couch, her tied hands in her lap the fingers teasing the shaven pussy awaiting his use. He undoes his belt and allows his pants to fall to the floor, stepping out of them he walks towards her, caressing her hair gently as his hard cock stands just inches from her mouth. Grabbing her hair now he forcefully pulls her mouth onto his cock murmuring one word to her ‘suck’.

Without hesitation her mouth moves along his cock knowingly, sucking hard as Bakırköy travesti the tongue teases the head and shaft playfully. She looks up at him with her blue eyes gleaming; she spreads her legs apart and slides her fingers into the velvet warmth of her pussy, her mouth taking him deeper inside her. His hazel eyes glance down to hers then down to her fingers moving in and out of her pussy, seeing this makes him want her more. He grabs her strawberry blonde locks and starts to fuck her face relentlessly, moving the full length of his cock into her mouth. A gentle moan escapes her as he takes her mouth, her fingers start to move faster and he can smell her scent in the room, joining the sounds of her sucking his cock. As he works into her mouth his cock is dripping with saliva, it drips down his balls and onto the floor; he continues to take her mouth, his precum sliding along her tongue allowing her a taste of his cum. She moans loudly into his cock as she fights back a little, pulling her mouth from his cock long enough to suck the sweet nectar from within her off her fingertips. Then she greedily goes back to sucking his cock as he pounds in and out of her mouth knowing what she wants.

“I know what you want girl and I am going to give it to you” he moans out as he continues to pound into her face, his balls slapping against her throat and chin.

“What are you going to give me baby?” she asks after pulling off his cock for a moment.

“Mmmmm I’m going to give you my hot cum… is that what you want??” he groans out as she strokes his cock.

She responds with “eventually but for once I don’t want to drink it.”

He is taken by this, and pauses a moment asking “is that so? Where do you want it then?” His eyes focused on her. Her tongue darts out of her mouth and over the tip of his cock before she responds.

“I want you to fuck me HARD, then to cum all over my cunt and body, then I want to lick your cock clean” she says, her voice sultry and smooth.

His eyes move over her as he responds, “if you’re a good girl that’s what you’ll get”

He pulls back from her mouth, his cock throbbing noticeably hard as he instructs her to spread her legs wide for him, telling her he’s going to fuck her cunt hard. She lies back against the couch reaching her tied hands above her head so he can hold them there as he takes her. Without hesitation he drives his cock deep inside her, causing her to groan out from the mixture of pain and pleasure, one of his hands moving to pin hers down the other reaching for her breasts and pinching and pulling at them. His eyes locked on hers as he pounds into her. She glances down watching his cock moving in and out of her swollen cunt, groaning in ecstasy, she looks back up into is eyes and whispers a single word ‘harder’. The ice blue in her eyes pleading with him as he looks to her face to be sure she wants it.

He grabs her hips, his fingernails digging into her, his cock pounding deeper into her cunt, stretching it with each thrust, his thick cock coated with her cum as he impales her again and again with it, taking her, his moans becoming uncontrollable as he focuses on her eyes, those eyes filled with lust, pain and pleasure. She gasps with each of his forceful thrusts; somehow between those gasps she manages to cry to him.

“Yes baby that’s it fuck me harder, HURT ME.”

Her cunt throbbing around his cock, her throbbing quickening with each of his thrusts moans escaping her soft lips as she quivers beneath him. The sounds from her driving him on, knowing that she’s helpless beneath him, knowing that she’s enjoying every moment of this, their bodies slamming into each other, as he wildly pushes deeper into her, his knees becoming weaker as his only instinct is to fuck her harder.

Her breathing quickens as her body draws close to orgasm, she watches him as she grinds up into his body, waiting for his face to show signs of his breaking point, when she will be covered in cum. She rises against him licking and nipping at his neck.

“Fuck, you slut, take my cock hard in and make me cum.” He groans out between his uncontrollable moans His head becoming light as her gentle moans turn into screams; he pounds harder into her as his cock erupts his seed into her.

“Mmmmm fuck, take it like the good little slut you are” he cries out into her ear.

“GRAHHHH” she cries out as her body reaches its climax, convulsing up against his as he continues to pound into her. Her cunt throbbing around him as he constantly pounds away still fills her with his cum. Her body falls limp beneath him.

“You like it that much you couldn’t stop long enough to spray me with your cum?” she asks him as she giggles. Her body still quivers below him as she watches his face. His hand still holding her tied wrists he leans down and kisses her passionately, his chest heaving up and down against hers as he tries to catch his breath.

“You’d better catch your breath,” she whispers to him as she smiles up at him, Beylikdüzü travesti “because I want more”

“You want more huh?” he asks, “and what do you want now?”

“I want to ride,” she whispers, a grin spreading across her face.

“Hmmm really? Well I can’t argue with that!” he says as he lies down on the couch. He reaches to untie her.

“Uhhh no, sit up” she says, “I am staying tied!”

He sits up spreading his legs a little, looking at her as she moves to her knees next to him. She moves her mouth over his cock, taking it in quickly and sucking their juices from him, then she licks her way to his balls sucking them too.

“That’s a good slut,” he moans out as his hand moves through her strawberry blonde curls as she cleans the mess she’s made on his cock. She swallows the mixed juices then leans up to kiss him, letting her tongue move into his mouth and tease him as her fingers tease the length of his cock. He pushes his tongue into her mouth and tastes the sweetness of cunt on her breath, moaning gently as his hand moves down her back and rests on her bronze colored ass. She pulls away and moves her mouth back towards his cock sucking gently again.

“Fuck me now, slut!” he says as he grabs her hair, pulling her mouth from his cock. His other hand moves to his thick cock holding it as she straddles his lap. She looks down at him with a gentle smile as his cock presses into her tight cunt lips. As the head rests inside her tight warm slit, he rests his hands on her hips, aching to pull her further down but waiting just a moment to do so. She raises her tied hands, wrapping her arms around his neck, at that moment he grasps her hips and yanks her deeper onto his cock. He stops there once he’s completely inside her, giving her control for a few minutes. She stares into his eyes as she rocks back and forth on his cock, slowly grinding her body against his. She leans forward and licks his lips slowly as his fingertips move to tease her erect nipples. His fingers pinching and twisting at the hard nubs, then one hand moving further down, grabbing her ass and making her ride him harder.

He leans further back into the couch as he presses his hand against her breast, watching the thickness of his cock piercing into her wet folds. Gentle moans escape his lips as he licks them, watching her take his cock in. She focuses on his face, twisted in pleasure as she starts to ride him harder. Unable to control the animal within himself he grabs her ass lifting her up, standing as he walks towards the bedroom, his cock still inside her. She continues to ride it, easily wrapping her legs around his waist. Slamming her into the wall just outside the bedroom door, he fuck her harder, his balls slapping her ass as he gets deeper inside her throbbing cunt. She moans loudly as he uses this force on her.

“If we are against the wall how are you going to spank my ass when I’ve been bad?” she asks him between gasps.

“Don’t worry slut you’ll get your spanking” he looks up at her and grins and slamming into her hard.

He bites her neck roughly as he thrusts deeper into her. She pushes back into the wall, forcing her body deeper onto his cock. Their bodies colliding into one another loudly as his teeth nipple at her skin, he sucks on her soft skin, leaving a slight bruise on her. He pulls away from the wall, pulling his cock from inside her; she lets out a groan as it’s taken from her. He runs his fingers along her strawberry blonde curls that have fallen around her face, leans in, kissing her and moving his hand through the curls again, to the back of her head. His grip on her hair tightens as he pulls away, using her hair to pull and guide her into his bedroom; he pushes her forward onto his bed. Reaching out he slaps her ass and tells her to get on all fours on the bed.

Hands still tied, she props herself up on her elbows as she bends her knees. Knees planted on the edge of the bed as she pulls her elbows closer to her knees. Looking back over her shoulder as she wiggles her ass at him.

“Like this sir??” she whispers.

“Just like that” he says as he grins as he watches her, ass cheeks spread slightly, cunt exposed nicely. He slowly approaches the bed. A fingertip reaching out and tracing the edge of her asshole, as he slides his cock against the soaked lips of her cunt. He barely pushes the tip of his finger inside her asshole.

“Tell me how bad you want this cock to fuck you slut” he commands her.

“Mmmmm very badly” she moans out.

“And do you want a finger inside this tight little asshole while I fuck your tight little cunt?” He asks her while rubbing his thumb into the wetness of her clit and cunt.

“Yes baby,” she says as she looks over her shoulder at him.

He pushes his thumb into her cunt, lubing it with her sweet juices before he pushes it into her asshole. Her tight ass grips his thumb as he slides his cock into her cunt slowly. He reaches up and slaps her ass with his free hand and tells Bomonti travesti her to fuck him hard. She moves faster, fucking back into his cock and thumb at the same time. His other hand rubbing her ass cheeks as he watches her move along his cock. He reaches out and slaps her ass more aggressively this time.

“Mmmmm no slut, fuck me HARDER!” he says.

“Do you like calling me a slut? Does it turn you on that I want to be a dirty little slut today?” she asks looking over her shoulder at him. She fucks harder back into him, groaning with each thrust. He nods with a grin as he rubs her reddened ass cheek, reaching back and slapping it again, causing a slight sting she doesn’t seem to mind.

“I like it that you’re a dirty little slut” he says between groans as he pushes deeper inside her.

“Fuck me hard and make me cum on your cock again” she moans out, her eyes locked on his, she grins wickedly.

He starts to move harder into her, so hard it hurts, but its turning her on, she begs for more as he pumps in and out of her, His thumb moving in and out of her asshole just as quickly. Her cunt throbbing around him and sucking at his cock as his balls slap wildly against her clit. She starts to quiver beneath him and looks back at him.

“How much would you like to slide that hard cock of yours where your thumb is? Hmmm?” she asks.

“I would like that so much. Would you like to feel my cock deep inside that tight little asshole of yours?” he whispers as his eyes fill with lust as he looks at her.

“Yes but make me cum on this hard cock first” she moans out as he starts to thrust harder into her. He reaches around and rubs on her clit forcefully as she moans louder, her body quivering beneath him as she climaxes. Her cum coats his cock, his balls, and dripping down her thighs as he pulls back.

“Fuck my ass now” she cries out almost pleadingly.

He shoves his cock into her asshole, feeling the tight puckering hole wrap around his thick cock, he reaches up grabbing a hand full of her hair and pulling it back, knowing she loves that. She groans and whimpers as he uses her body for his pleasure. Her tied hands move along her cunt, rubbing it then two fingers pushing into it. She fucks herself while he takes her asshole. His cock slowly moving in and out of her asshole, thrusting his hips back and forth from her, pulling her head back as he pulls at her scalp, running his hand along her nice ass as he fucks her tight little asshole.

“Baby tell me how you like it, fucking this slut however you choose” she cries out.

“Mmmmm I love your fucking ass, slut………tell me how much you need to be spanked while I fuck your tight asshole,” he groans as he grinds deeper into her asshole.

“Mmmmm baby I want you to spank the bad little slut while you fuck her punish her for not drinking your cum earlier” she cries out to him. He looks down at her firm ass, wondering how it will look once he’s put his handprints all over it; raising his hand he slaps her ass forcefully. She lets out a small whimper that’s pain mixed with pleasure. He raises his hand again and slaps her ass again, but on the other cheek. His heavy balls sway back and forth, swatting playfully at her dripping cunt as he leans forward to whisper into her ear.

“Mmmmm, you like the way that feels, you nasty little slut?” he asks her as he rubs the soft flesh on her ass cheeks. She gasps as he slaps her again surprisingly.

“Yes sir” She manages to whisper.

“Mmmmm, that’s a good little slut…and when I get ready to cum, your going to get on your knees and take all of my cum all over your face, aren’t you slut??” he murmurs in between moans, which are becoming uncontrollable. His cock slides quicker and harder into her ass as he grins.

“No sir I want your cum all over my tits and cunt” She moans out. He grabs her harder, forcing her head back, looking into her eyes as he continue to ram his cock deep into her asshole, feeling it clasping the width, splitting the sluts little asshole as he feel himself coming closer.

“Mmmmm you want my hot cum all over your tits?” he hisses through his gritted teeth.

“Mmmmm yes sir” she says, “I want to feel it on my skin. I want to rub it all over my tits and down into my cunt and wear it that way for the rest of the day.”

She reaches back and rubs her clit hard as she feels him picking up the pace. He reaches back and begins to spank her ass wildly as he gets closer to his climax; she gets closer to her own also. She pinches her clit and starts to cum again, letting a loud moan escape her lips. He watches her cum and quickly pulls his cock out of her used asshole, looking into her eyes.

“Get on your knees in front of me slut!” he commands. She does as told, looking up into his eyes as he moves in front of her taking his cock into his hand and quickly stroking his throbbing meat, looking down at her as he becomes close to climax, feeling his hot cum beginning to surge up the throbbing shaft.

“Mmmmm, tell me how much of a worthless little cum-slut you are…. and put those tits right in front of my cock,” he whispers to her. She watches as his hand moves along his cock, her tongue tracing her lips. She looks up into his eyes again, hungrily, then her eyes move back to his cock.

The Sweetest Kiss

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From the moment I first saw him, I had to be with him. His bright blue eyes. His athletic build. His lock of dirty blond hair that brushed across his brow. I wanted to know how he tasted.

He put his arm around me as we laid in his bed for an afternoon nap. The sun peeked through the small opening in the curtains. His roommate was gone. We were alone for only a few hours. His hand began to softly stroke my upper arm. It slowly drifted across my chest and down to my abdomen. A sigh escaped my lips as my hips pushed back towards him. His hand continued to explore my body over my clothes. The heat from his hand burned through the thin fabric. I wanted him to peel off my clothes and leave his fingerprints imprinted on my bare flesh.

My pussy got wet as his hand reached under my tank top. He propped himself on his other arm as he kissed my neck and pressed his aroused member into the small of my back. My hips responded, gyrating and pressing my ass against him. He gently traced his rough fingertips under the swell of my chest. He moved his hand to cup Cihangir travesti my breast. My erect nipples ached to be pinched and rolled between his long fingers.

He flipped me onto my back and straddled me. His bugling cock pressed against the front of his plaid boxers. I tried to reach for him, but he grabbed my hands. He kissed my fingertips and ran his tongue down the length of my fingers. He placed them in his mouth and sucked on them. My cheeks flushed. He placed my hands over my head and pinned them down into the pillow. He bent over and kissed my neck. He lifted my shirt with his teeth to expose my fleshy mounds. My large rosebuds felt the cool air for a moment before he placed his warm moist lips over one then the other. He alternated between the two, flicking them with his tongue and nipping them with his teeth. I shuttered and closed my eyes. “Yes, it is finally happening,” I thought. My hips continued to grind against his thigh. My white panties were soaked in anticipation. He released my hands.

He reached over to the Fındıkzade travesti nightstand and grabbed a soda bottle. He poured the dark sweet liquid over my stomach. The tiny bubbles danced across my skin. He lowered his head down to slowly stroke my sticky flesh with his tongue as the liquid slid down the sides of my body.

His hands reached for the button on my jeans. Within seconds, I heard the zipper and closed my eyes as he stripped off my pants. I heard them hit the floor. His hair tickled my stomach as his tongue flicked my belly ring. “Go lower,” I thought, “please go lower.” He slipped his hand into my delicate lace panties and plunged his fingers into my pulsating pink pussy. Hot fluid flowed from my loins. His fingers explored the engorged folds of my flesh as he continued to kiss the curves of my hips and inner thighs. My fingers clawed at the blue sheets, needing to grasp onto something. My hips thrusted to meet his penetrating digits. He lustfully stared into my green eyes as his mouth found my nether mouth. He watched Fulya travesti my face as it twisted in pure pleasure as his tongue and hands manipulated my pussy. Moans escaped from my mouth as I continue to pant in ecstasy. My head whipped from side to side. I was mad with the overwhelming sense of desire as he indulged himself.

Hot tingling sensations spread across my body. I held my breath. My skin glistened with sweat as he hungrily fed upon my juices. I wanted his big purple cock to plunge deep inside me and explode in my pussy. But he wouldn’t. He continued to feast upon my body. My hips bucked and my eyes rolled back as multiple waves of orgasmic energy washed over me.

He kissed me. I tasted my nectar on his lips. He smiled. There was nothing to say.

As I rose from the bed and got dressed, I felt his wicked eyes watching me. Tracing the curves of my body with his stare. I could smell the essence of our encounter in the air. I walked to the door without turning around and stopped for a brief moment with my hand on the knob. I heard the metal bedsprings release. Before I could turn around, he was behind me. His hand reached from behind to squeeze my breast. His other hand reached down to rub me between my legs. His embrace trapped me. He nibbled on my ear and whispered, “Come back later. I have more to show you.”