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Time to post some stories liao since some of you are watching football
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Glen2712
Woke up late this late lazy Sat afternoon and Wow~ this Milf sure got moi wide awake, Bro birdie8819!
Hehehehehe…..yaloh some of my stories here always give you a hard on hor .
Here’s this one for you and bro D_G -
Charlotte
It was 5.15 she had just gotten home from work and was tired she couldn’t face going out tonight. She knew she had to get ready this was arranged and if she didn’t turn up then her reputation would be ruined. She hadn’t dated in months and on the advice from a girlfriend at work she had placed the advert on a contact site. It simply stated “for intimate evening with beautiful woman send me an email to arrange our date”. She had gotten an email this morning. It had said “will meet you at The Hilton at 8.00 tell the concierge you have a table booked under Max. See you there.”
She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower and began to undress. She slowly undid the buttons on her blouse one by one. Slowly sliding it off her shoulders it falls to the floor as she reaches behind her and undoes the black bra. As the bra falls away her tits are exposed to the cool air in the room her nipples stiffen and she can’t help herself as she runs her hands over her tits gently pinching the nipples. She wonders what tonight will bring as she unzips her skirt and kicks of her shoes
The skirt falls to the floor and she peels of her panties and steps under the warm shower. The water cascades over her body her hands explore for imperfections as she lathers the soap up and runs it over her body teasing her nipples and running her hands over her mound…as she thinks about shaving her pussy bald. The aches of the day disappear under the warm water. She gets her magic razor from her bathroom cabinet and lathers up her pussy as she glides the razor over the surface and begins to shave it.
Minutes later she’s running her fingers over the smooth surface her body tingling at the heightened sensation. She runs her fingers up and down the smooth surface of her skin, soft like velvet and as smooth as silk. She slips one finger between the folds of her pussy lips and slowly drags it up until her finger hits her clit. Pressing against it she rubs it hard, it begins to swell with the attention becoming sensitive to the touch. Her breathing becomes shallow. She can feel the moisture between her legs as her pussy becomes wet with arousal. She slides her hand back down and slips one finger into her sweet hole, then another then finally a third. She starts pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. The sensations washing over her, she lets out a whimper of lust. She knows she’s about to cum. grind her pussy onto her fingers as she pushes her fingers as deep as she can get them into her. Then it hits her. The orgasm rips through her body as she stands shaking and screaming in ecstasy. She steps out of the shower dries and opens her private wardrobe hoping that tonight will be as wonderful as her shower.
What should she wear should she go casual but smart or dressed to kill. She doesn’t even know what the guy looks like and she can feel herself moisten at the thought of maybe meeting a good looking bloke and where it may lead. She wasn’t easy but she hadn’t had a good fuck since she left college four months earlier. She decided to dress to kill and reaches into the back of the wardrobe for the outfit she bought for that special occasion. The long black dress with the split at the side that climbed to her hip and almost reached her waist. She felt sexy in it, alive…it was strapless so she couldn’t wear a bra.. the basque and garter set she thought…it was sexy erotic and with the stockings and the five inch fuck me heels on her new stilettos she would look hot as hell.
She sat at the dresser and painted her nails deep crimson red. Her friends would laugh and call it “Slut Red” she knew it looked tarty but it was a nice contrast against her skin and the black of the outfit she had chosen to wear. She did her make-up subtle and not to heavy except for the lipstick it was a deep dark burgundy red. God she thought I look fucking hot. She put on her black Basque then her stockings, sheer black nylon with lace tops and a little black bow on the front and back with a single black line running down the seam at the back. She attached these to the garters that where on the Basque. Then she put her “fuck me” heels on and then the dress. No knickers, normally she wouldn’t dream of not wearing knickers but she had made her mind up if she was going to get fucked tonight she wanted to be ready no hesitation.
She got to the hotel early. Walking up to the concierge she looked at the clock 7.50.
The concierge was good looking, possibly Italian when he smiled at her she felt herself get moist between her thighs, god she thought I’m like a bitch in heat. She was shown to the table and a chilled bottle of champagne was served. She had a glass and only then noticed the table she was sitting at was set for one. She called on a waiter to explain she was meeting someone but the table was only set for one. He disappeared and came back with an envelope and a key card. She opened it and read the card.
Sorry couldn’t make it to dinner. If you still want to meet for drinks use the key card I will meet you in the room. Don’t worry about the bill everything has been paid for enjoy the evening… Max.
Hmm she thought this guy was very mysterious. She wondered if she should use the card. It was a bit risky a strange hotel room on her own meeting a man whom she didn’t know. Her mind screamed at her No… Logic dictated she should just finish her meal enjoy the night and go home. She was feeling adventurous and besides the guy had paid for everything, the meal, the champagne she wanted to know what this guy looked like. She finished her meal and the glass of champagne and asked for the bottle to be taken to the room along with a helping of strawberries. Champagne and strawberries tasted so nice and she thought she may as well enjoy this while she could after all she wasn’t paying for it.
She went to the bathroom to freshen up her make-up and then headed for the room. She took the elevator up the bell boy in the lift was cute. She caught him stealing glimpses at her as the elevator made its way up the floors. As they arrived at her floor the doors opened and she was about to head out. Just then she had a real naughty thought. Hell the kid was cute and this would make his night. She reached past him pressed the button to close the doors then hit the stop button. The bellboy looked at her and was about to say something but before he could speak she kissed him.
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Her lips met his and her tongue worked its way into his mouth, exploring, caressing. Her hands reached for his pants and undid his zipper. She had him pinned in the corner kissing him as her hand worked its way inside his pants she felt him relax as her fingers curled around his cock before pulling it out into the open. She broke the kiss and put a finger to his lips and just whispered “shhhhhhhhhhhhh”
She then dropped to her knees in front of him her hand stroking his cock watching it harden and feel it throbbing in her hand. God he was hot and such a nice cock. She eased her hand back until it was at the based of his cock and then licked the head of his cock with her tongue. He was getting excited pre-cum was flowing from the tip in a steady little stream. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and took it into her mouth her tongue licking at the head and underside of his cock. Slowly she started to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked this gorgeous thick cock.
He started to thrust his hips at her his cock pushing into her mouth. She could sense his urgency and need for release. She used the hand holding his cock at the base to stop him from choking her with his cock as she took him as deep as she could bobbing her head faster. Minutes later she heard him groan as he filled her hungry cock sucking mouth with his cum. It was thick and gooey and salty. He either hadn’t been laid in a while or was still a virgin. A smile crossed her face at that thought. As she concentrated on swallowing his cum there was such a lot that she had to swallow a couple of times to accommodate his load.
Done she stood up, put his cock back in his pants and zipped him up, looked into his eyes and winked at him as she licked her lips. She then hit the button for the doors to open on the lift and walked out wiggling her ass at him as she left him standing there speechless. She giggled to herself, God that was so bad but felt so good. She wondered if he would still be on duty when she left if so she would invite him back to her apartment and fuck his brains out.
She got to the room and using the key she opened the door. Looking in it was a nice suite. On a table in the room she could see her champagne and her strawberries. Hmm time for another drink, she thought cant kiss her date with the taste of another mans cum in her mouth could she. She poured herself a drink and set the bottle on the table. She had just finished the drink and put the glass on the table. When she felt him behind her. She hadn’t even heard him come in. was he here all this time. She went to turn to face him when she heard him say stop. She was not to turn around unless she was told to.
The voice was soft but she could feel the power behind it. She felt a chill run through her as she felt his hands on her shoulders. His touch was soft, gentle as his fingers caressed her skin, she began to moisten between her legs. No man had made her feel this way before just by touching her. She felt him kiss her neck she tilted her head to the side enjoying his touch. She heard him whisper the words to an old meatloaf song she had heard at college. “would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?”
She let out a sigh and breathlessly whispered yes…just as she said it he lay on the table in front of her a red rose. Again he asked her “would you offer yourself to the wolf with the red roses?” she was getting wetter at the thought of being with this man as she once again said yes. This time he put a bunch of red roses on the table and a blindfold. She looked at the blindfold and a sense of apprehension went through her. What was the meaning behind this? Her mind was confused. His touch was exquisite and she wanted more.
He whispered in her ear he was going to leave the room for a few minutes. If she wanted to continue the evening she would remain standing where she was facing the window. Upon his return she would be blindfolded and she would give herself to him completely for the rest of the evening. If she wasn’t prepared to do that she could take the roses what was left of the champagne and leave now. With that he kissed her neck and shoulder and was gone.
She stood there confused. Not knowing what to do, she had never been faced with a choice like this before. She picked up the blindfold, she felt herself get a little bit more wet between her legs. She had worn a blindfold before for an old college lover she could remember the heightened sensations on her skin as he touched her not knowing where his hands would touch next. The touch of this man made her so wet she wondered how much more amazing that touch would feel.
She heard a knock at the room door. Time was up she could take the roses and leave and get a look at this mystery man on her way out or she could do as he asked and stand there looking out the window. God she thought I cant believe I’m doing this as she turned toward the window picked up the glass of champagne took a large drink and then let out a deep sigh.
Just as her glass hit the table she felt his hands on her shoulders. He lifted the blind fold and placed it over her eyes and tie it behind her. He took her hand and guided her into the middle of the room. He stood behind her kissing her shoulder as he worked his way towards her neck she tilted her head offering herself to him. He asked her name and she told him it was Charlotte. Well Charlotte he said your advert said an intimate night with a beautiful woman. Yours certainly beautiful and tonight you will discover how intimately I intend to get to know you.
She felt his hands caress her shoulders his fingers running over her smooth skin across her back between her shoulders. A chill went through her as his fingers stroked down her spine from her neck to the zipper on her dress. She felt the dress loosen as he pulled down the zipper and felt it fall to the floor. Then there was silence for a minute, then foot steps it was only then when she realised he was checking her out did she remember she hadn’t put any knickers on, She blushed a little.
She heard a zipper coming from her left and movement but couldn’t identify it. Minutes later he is standing in front of her. He kissed her lips softly his tongue exploring her mouth. She reaches up to hold him her hands on his shoulders as she runs her fingers through his hair their tongues entwined as he pulls her close.
She presses herself against him and feels his hard cock pressing against her.
She can feel his Cock against her skin and assumes that max has a very big cock as the tip brushes her abdomen. She runs her hands down his chest and makes a move towards his cock. She feels his hands grip hers and he whispers in her ear “Later”. He takes her hand and leads her into the lounge area of the suite. He asks her to get down on her hands and knees with her legs spread. She does as he asks and feels his hands caress her ass, driven by lust now she lowers her head and raises her ass to meet his touch.
She feels his fingers run through her hair and then grip it tight as he pulls her head back, his cock brushing against her face. “Charlotte I know you like to suck cock, the bell boy will be smiling all night. Show me how much you like cock, and suck me Charlotte”. She was shocked, how did he know? Had the bell boy told him? Of course she liked to suck cock she loved a hard cock in mouth. Her mind raced here she was in heat on her hands and knees in front of this stranger and he knew about her, how?
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She made a mental note to ask him how he knew about the bell boy later. She licked her lips and opened her mouth wide as she felt him push his cock into her mouth. It was thicker than the bell boy’s and was filling her mouth as he continued to push his cock forward into her mouth. She could feel it hit the back of her throat, she could sense he wanted her to deep throat his cock and she swallowed to accommodate his cock.
She continued to deep throat his cock as he withdrew his cock and thrust it back into her mouth. She felt his cock throb and thought he was about to cum but instead he withdrew his cock from her mouth. Minutes later she felt him behind her his hands on her thighs and his warm breath on her pussy. He had position himself under her, her pussy hovering above his face. She felt his tongue flick out and felt the tip of his tongue caress her pussy lips. The sensation was making her squirm, the feather light cresses of the tip of his tongue was making her wetter, she could feel the tension building within her.
She wanted to cum so much she let out a deep moan of pleasure and she felt him pull her closer and his mouth press into her pussy. His tongue probed deep into her as his nose rubbed against her clit. Her clit already sensitive from arousal throbbed and ached for attention. She let out another deep guttural moan of pleasure as she felt his tongue replaced by his fingers, Pumping in and out of her pussy as he finger fucks her his mouth encloses over her engorged clit. Holding it in his lips his tongue flicking against it, she begins to grind her pussy onto his fingers and mouth seeking more pleasure to take her over the edge and make her cum. Just as she can feel it Cumming and her breath quickens towards release of her built up passion. She feels his teeth grip her clit and bite gently but enough to take her over the edge.
She feels the orgasm rip through her. Her body is shaking as waves of pleasure roll over her. He slips out from under her and just as she thinks the orgasm is about to subside she feels him thrust his hard cock deep into her pussy. He starts to piston his cock in and out of her pussy as his left hand grabs a hand full of her hair pulling her head back forcing her to arch her back as he drives his cock deep into her. His right hand comes down hard on hard ass. The Shock of this brutal fucking compared to the exquisite caresses of the earlier foreplay send her once again over the edge.
She had never been fucked roughly before and she felt herself enjoying the feeling of being impaled on this hard cock and being taken. The orgasms started to ripple through her system, little ones at first, getting stronger and more intense with each slap of his hand against her soft flesh. He took her to the crest of the mountain and then withdrew his cock from her pussy. She cried out in frustration. “Fuck me, make me cum, punish me and make me cum I need to cum”
She felt his hands on her ass and she smiled as she prepared to take his cock hard in her pussy, her ass was going to be so tender from the slapping but she had never experienced being fucked like this and she wanted more. She felt him rub his cock against her pussy and cried out for him to shove it in her and fuck her like a whore she needed to cum.
Just then he took her by susrprise and instead of driving his cock deep into her pussy she felt cold lube and then his cock press against her ass. Before she could say no, He was in her, his cock pushing through her ring. She let out a cry of pain as his cock drove deep into her bowels. Her ass felt like it was on fire. She felt his balls slap against her pussy as he began to fuck her ass.
The pain began to subside to pleasure as he added more lube and she felt his cock slipping back and forth in her ass. She had never done anal with any of her previous lovers this was something she would never have done if he had asked. However he didn’t ask he just took her and fucked her as she had asked. She could feel the pleasure building within her again. His hand slapped hard against her ass as he pulled back, the sting of flesh on flesh. As his hand went back to slap her again she would feel his cock drive deep into her ass. This combined with him pulling her hair and pulling her back onto his cock was driving her towards another massive orgasm. She felt every inch the Whore, A cock whore she wanted his cock in her and she wanted it hard.
She could sense he was about to cum his breathing was becoming more ragged and he had stopped slapping her ass. Instead he had both hands gripped in her hair pulling her back onto his cock as he drove it into her ass harder and faster. She couldn’t take it anymore she let out a cry that she was Cumming. She was Cumming hard her body was shaking with muscle spasms; her whole body became sensitive to the touch. Just then he drove deep into her ass and let out a deep guttural growl. More animalistic than human in nature as she felt his cock spasm inside of her as he began to cum. She could feel the warm cum being released into her ass. This sent her over the edge and she began to cum again. The extra heightened sensations of this cum was exquisite she could feel her cum juices flowing from her pussy soaking her thighs and her stocking tops.
She collapsed on the floor, her muscles and body tired from the exertions of her orgasms. She felt him pull out of her ass now tender and full of his cum. She was exhausted she closed her eyes and sleep took her. He stood over her looking down at her. Her hair was matted with sweat, her make up had run, her ass was red with hand prints from the slapping he had given her. Her thighs and pussy where glistening wet with her cum, there was a wet patch on the floor where he had fucked her and he thought he could see traces of his cum around her gaping ass where his cock had been minutes before. The goddess that he had seen when she first came in looked every inch the whore that he thought she was.
Her advert had said enjoy an intimate evening with a beautiful woman but there was no mention of her fee. Assuming that she was one of the higher class escorts, he placed five hundred dollars on the table next to her purse took out a business card scored out his contact details and wrote a quick note on the back. He picked her up and placed her on the bed and threw a cover over her, and then he dressed and left.
When she came to she found it was dawn and she was alone. Her body ached; she remembered where she was and the events of previous evening. She got up and headed to the bathroom and a warm shower. She showered and dressed thinking it best she leave before everyone was awake and her attire attracted too much attention.
As she went to the table to pick up her purse, she saw the pile of notes and the business card. She picked up the card the contact details had been blacked out. On the back it read. “Charlotte you where an amazing fuck, I want your ass again next time I’m in town. We didn’t discuss a fee but 500 should more than compensate you for the evening. Max”
She looked at the card and read it again, she couldn’t believe what she was reading she placed the advert looking for a date and he thought she was a whore. He fucked her like a whore, dropped a handful of cash and left. She knew she should have been offended but he had been a good fuck, he had paid for everything and the cash was a bonus. Well she thought if he does contact her again she won’t spoil his illusion, if he wants a whore shell give him one and take all he has to give.
As she left the Hotel on her way out she saw the Bell Boy. She smiled walked up to him and Whispered in his ear. No one caught what she said but the Bell Boy blushed. She took a card out of her purse and wrote her cell phone Number on it and stuck it in the Bell Boys pocket.
As she walked away she wiggled her ass and looked back over her shoulder, winked and said call me!. The Bell boy watched her walk out the door and remembered the blow job in the lift. He pulled out the card it had her number on it and simply stated
“Want more than a Blow Job? Call me! I may let you have my ass…Charlotte”
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A Hot Snowy Evening
At 42 Wendy didn’t feel quite so beautiful any more. Her two kids were away at college and her husband, well, ex-husband now, was in the arms of his 19 year old chippie! Well, that’s how Wendy liked to refer to her anyway. She thought back to those days when she’d been the prom queen and home coming queen in college. Oh to have those days back she thought to herself. But then in the next moment she shook head and thought, no, those days really weren’t all that wonderful.
She was feeling a little old and unattractive. She still got asked out on dates but she’d learned to be a little more cautious than she probably needed to be after several of the men had lied about their marital status. One time it didn’t even bother her that much that the guy was still married since he’d claimed he was out of the house and on his own. That all changed when his wife showed up at a restaurant they were having dinner at. After that Wendy refused all offers of dates for a year which, she thought, made her seem cold and distant and the reason it’d been months since anyone had asked.
It was an especially cold and snowy January day and Wendy was headed home when while going down a hill she’d lost control of her car and gone head long into an imposing tree. After the airbags had deflated she heard a tapping on her window. She pushed the button to lower it a little hoping they still worked. They did.
“Are you all right?” A man’s voice asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” she replied a little unsure. Her neck felt a little sore where she’d been tossed back by both the impact with the tree and the quick expansion of the airbag.
“Here, let me help you out,” the man offered.
“I’m gonna call triple A first,” she replied. She connected quickly with Triple A and they kept her on the line until they had summoned a wrecker and had it on the way. Then she pulled the door latch and pushed against the door. It resisted her. She pushed again and then harder a third time and it suddenly opened. Had her seatbelt not been on still she’d have fallen into the snow.
“Here, let me help you out,” the man offered holding his hand forward and grasping her by her upper arm. As she got up she noticed the man was tallish, really good looking and smiling.
“Are you all right?” He asked showing genuine concern.
“I think so,” she replied still not entirely certain but gaining confidence that she was. “My neck’s a little sore but I don’t think I have whiplash or anything.”
They stood there for a minute or so introducing each other. His name was Brad, coincidentally, and fortunately he’d been right behind her when she lost control of her car. He suggested they retire to his car at least until the wrecker arrived and with the snow and bitter cold Wendy found it impossible to disagree. She was also impressed with his car when they got to it, a new BMW 740. But then she thought to herself that he did look like a kid so it was probably his father’s car.
They talked first about what a miserable evening it was and then about themselves. She learned that Brad wasn’t living with his parents, the car was his and he was a rather successful attorney for a major law firm. As she looked at him and listened to him talk she thought he rather looked like Brad Pitt blonde hair, boyish good looks and all.
Just before the wrecker arrived a police cruiser stopped and they all discussed what happened. Before Wendy finished telling the police office her story the wrecker arrived too. The policeman, deciding Wendy was in no way intoxicated or injured left the scene. The wrecker driver got the car pulled away from the tree and hoisted up. Wendy had assumed he’d give her a ride but he said that it was against company policy and that the gas station would call her the next day with the status of the car. He told her that it looked like she’d broken a connecting rod and that the front end was possibly even more screwed up. She sighed to herself thinking of how expensive it was going to be to fix.
“I can give you a ride to your house,” Brad offered upon seeing the frown on her face.
“Do you mind?” She replied gratefully. Under any other circumstance Wendy would have called for and wait for a cab to come get her but she was cold and tired and had no desire to stand out in the snow storm any longer.
She directed Brad towards her condo and along the way opined how lucky she felt that she’d hadn’t been going any faster. Once they arrived at her condo she said, “Thank you ever so much for your help.” Then thinking immediately the need to repay him she offered, “Well, the least I can do is offer to cook supper, I’m quite the cook or so all my friends say.” Then she thought to herself she had no idea if he was married or otherwise taken.
But before she could say another word Brad said, “I’d like that very much, thank you. I wasn’t looking forward to the beef stew my mother dropped by yesterday, she’s not much of a cook.”
She lead him up to her condo, taken his coat and showed him where she kept her liquor asking him to help himself and pour her some Pinot Noir. Once in the kitchen she yelled out to him, “How do you feel about chicken stir fry? It’s easy, quick and if I do say I do a particularly good job?”
“That’d be great!”
Before she started Wendy ran to the bathroom to see how she looked. She ran a brush through her long blonde hair and checked her makeup. It still looked good, no smudges. Then she added some lipstick. Once done she looked into the mirror and said to herself, what are you doing? This isn’t a date! She hurried back into the kitchen and started supper.
“Do you mind if I put on some music?” Brad asked from her living room.
“Please do!” A couple of minutes later she thought she’d melt when she heard the selection he’d made, Diana Krull. Now if he could just make a fire in the fireplace, she thought to herself. I’ve got to have a fireplace in the next place I live.
She’d had to clean off her messy dining room table before setting it and Brad had joked with her about how he had the same problem. Brad had allowed her to feel so at ease with the situation she couldn’t help wonder to herself why more men weren’t like him. They’d had quiet conversation while they ate. They stole looks at each other. Wendy thought that more than once he’d caught her staring at him and felt embarrassed.
They’d cleared the table into her dishwasher and retired to the living room. Brad was the perfect gentleman waiting for her to sit first and asking once again how she was feeling.
“My neck’s a little stiff still,” she replied.
Brad walked behind her and then asked, “May I?”
“Of course!” She replied only thinking how she’d already desired to have this beautiful young man’s hands somewhere on her body. Her feelings embarrassed her and she scolded herself for having such thoughts. After all, she thought, I’m 42 years old and boy do I look it.
Brad’s hand on her neck felt heavenly. There was a strong firmness to them but he also seemed to know exactly when to go a little easier as he massaged a particularly sore spot on her neck. She closed her eyes and felt herself melt into the strength of his hands. She knew this was heaven and she didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
At first she hadn’t noticed how his hands almost imperceptibly moved from her neck to her shoulders. When she did notice she didn’t care, she was still in heaven and he was doing everything right. She also hadn’t noticed that Brad had knelt behind the sofa she was sitting on she that now his head was level with hers. She’d only become aware of it when she felt the heat of his breath first against her neck and then her ear. She felt goose bumps race down her body and she luxuriated in it.
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Then she felt his hands start to push down the front of her blouse. A moment later she felt him placing a kiss upon her neck. The sensation thrilled and surprised her so much that she said, “Brad, what are you doing?” She quickly gotten up from the sofa and had turned to him. Her actions belied her desires and as she waited for an answer she’d wished she’d never asked the question but here they were.
“I’m sorry Wendy,” Brad said in a soft voice and in a way she knew that he’d meant it. “I guess I was overcome by how beautiful and sexy you look and, well, I got carried away. I’m really sorry.”
Now Wendy felt the dilemma of separating her carnal desires from her good sense or of putting them together in a logical form, she wasn’t sure which made more sense now.
“Do you really think I’m good looking? I mean I’m 42 years old and you’re, I mean, you’re a kid compared to me. I could be your mother!”
“Well, you’re not really old enough to be my mother but I think you are very beautiful!”
Wendy wondered how someone as beautiful as Brad could find an “old broad,” as she liked to call herself, beautiful so she wondered if he wasn’t all he seemed to be and was just another guy trying to get laid.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” She asked.
“I did until last month. We’d been together for almost five years. Then two days before Christmas she tells me she’s leaving me and not for another guy but for another woman! That was a real confidence builder. It was then I decided too many women my age really don’t know what they want.”
“Oh I think you find lots who do.”
“Maybe, but I’m just not interested right now. I really don’t have time for any drama in my life right now. I’ve got a chance to move up in my firm right now and I need to stay focused.”
Wendy was impressed with his response. She’d always had a good ear for bullshit and she did feel that this time. She lowered her guard and tried to push the conversation back into a more desirable direction.
“You really think I’m beautiful?”
“I do! I’ll bet you with the most popular girl in high school and college too! I’ll bet you were constantly turning guys down.”
“I wish,” she replied. “Actually I felt like a wall flower in high school. Would you believe I only went out on three dates in high school and one of them was to my prom?”
“No.”
“Well, it’s true. My father was pretty strict and in my town that was well known. But I know now that they guys found me really attractive all those years ago and it intimidated them a little. If they’d only known how many Saturday night’s went by when I prayed the phone would ring. Anyway, that was a long time ago.”
“Well, I think you are beautiful and no way I’d ever guess you’re 42 too, 34 maybe but never 42.”
Wendy decided if he was bullshitting her he was saying all the right things. Since they were still standing fairly close to each other Wendy leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek and said, “Thank you, you’re sweet.”
She hadn’t pulled her face very far from his when she’d said those words. She was looking directly into his perfect steel blue eyes when she thought she saw him closing the distance between them. She closed her eyes and a moment later he was kissing her on her lips and then she was returning the kiss. At first slowly but she felt the heat within her rising up and her desires taking over.
Brad broke the kiss, took her hand and while holding her hand and keeping his eyes fixed on hers he moved around the sofa so that he was now right next to her. Brad let go of her hand but the she felt his hands on her arms slowly moving upwards. Again the goose bumps swept over her body and she closed her eyes in pleasure. Moments later his lips were against hers. Had she been asked she would have sworn that something dashed from his body into hers and took hold of her like she hadn’t felt in years, decades maybe. For a moment the thought that she’d only just met this guy and really knew nothing of him passed through her mind but she quickly dismissed it and allowed herself to enjoy him.
He pulled her into him and her body molded perfectly, it seemed, into his. Her took from her any feeling of being matronly that she’d harbored and replaced them with feelings of youth and energy. She moaned, “oh god” as the memory of losing her virginity to another beautiful guy 21 years before moved through her memory.
“What?” Brad asked whispering in her ear. When he thought she was confused by his question he restated it saying, “I thought you said something.”
“Oh, I was just remembering back to when I lost my virginity. It was a truly beautiful moment like this and I was 21 believe it or not!”
Wendy decided at that moment she didn’t want to leave anything else to question and lead Brad by his hand to her bedroom. As she reached for the top button of her blouse to undo it Brad pushed her hand away and did it himself. As he slowly undid the buttons Wendy shook her shoes off without ever taking her eyes from his. As he pulled her blouse from her body his hands went to her breasts and for a moment again Wendy didn’t feel beautiful. Her one time firm B cup breasts had filled out a little and become what she felt were ugly saggy C cup breasts.
As Brad put his hand under the bra and lifted up he said, “Wow, these are really nice.”
“You think so?”
“Oh yeah!”
He put his arms around her and with a snap of his fingers released the bra snap. In almost the same motion he pulled the bra from her shoulders and replaced its cups with his hands. She could see him smile as he looked at them and weighed them with his hands. Then he put his hands on her sides and pushed them downwards.
She looked down at the jeans she was wearing and said, “Not very sexy but on a day like this they make the most sense.” She felt his hand move to the button on the front of her jeans. She pushed them away and said, “No, let me.”
She quickly undid them and stepped out of them revealing what she felt were her best assets, her legs. She’d been a distance runner in high school and college and still liked jogging though she could no longer go nearly as far, or as often, as she used to. As he looked down Brad smiled and then knelt in front of her. He pulled down her blue lace panties. Wendy had kept her pussy neatly trimmed but she stressed for a moment trying to remember when she’d last shaved her legs. It was almost like someone else’s voice inside of her that said, you just did it this morning!
At that moment she felt Brad bury his face in her pussy and suck in her clit in the most gentle way imaginable. As he gently sucked on her clit and sucked it in she thought of how she and her best friend Jill had tried lesbian sex after her junior year in college. As he licked and sucked her pussy he lightly dragged her finger nails from the sides of her breasts down over her hips. Chills of pleasure coursed through her as he did this. Jill had shown her a type of oral sex she’d never experienced again, certain not with her husband, until now. Then she thought she felt her pussy gush upon Brad’s face and before she could feel embarrassed she felt the first of several orgasms wash over her body. The last one left her feeling extremely weak in her knees and fearing she’d literally fall over she urged Brad into her bed and took him into her arms.
“It might be better if I got undressed first,” Brad said with a grin. He got up and undressed while he stared into her eyes. It was almost like strip tease. She desired to see his cock and when he finally removed his underpants she felt a twinge of surprise as she say that he was of average size and maybe a little smaller. But also surprised her by immediately realizing that she didn’t really care, that he was possibly the best lover she’d ever experience. Her lifelong desire for a man with a big cock, her husband had been a full 8 inches and she’d been with other larger men, suddenly was irrelevant.
When Brad slipped his naked body beneath the covers with her and pulled her into him she thought he was maybe the best man she’d ever been with and they hadn’t even had intercourse yet! She reached between his legs for his cock and taking it in her hand she massaged it very lightly. He quickly grew in her hand. She’d always enjoyed this power she felt over men but this time she desired to be totally subservient to Brad.
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He was in no rush as he kissed her lips and traced them with his tongue before pushing it into her mouth and seeking out her tongue. One of his free hands clutched her ass. He then moved his hand between her ass cheeks and up to the small of her back before pushing it back down and pulling her by her ass closer into him.
Now she wanted him in her, immediately, and she begged him to do exactly that but he answered her repeated requests with a simple, “soon.” He was delightfully tormenting her. Where ever his hands went on her body it was if they had a special magnetic force that lifted her body into his hands. Wildly she kissed his face, his neck and his chest when she could get at it. She writhed beneath his touch and felt every bit the slut she desired to be for him. She knew she’d do anything for him. She was his slave and her mind raced with that thought and leapt towards its possibilities.
She could feel the rough hair of his chest rubbing against her nipples and she arched her back to feel his chest as fully as she could. She felt his legs constantly moving against her thighs and his cock brush against her pussy, then her thighs and then her pussy again. She knew she was dripping wet and felt certain the moment he entered her she’d explode like she’d never done before.
Yes, he was her master now and she was his willing slave. Tell me what you want, she thought, anything but please don’t torture me any longer, just get your cock inside me.
Again she begged him and again his only response was “soon.”
Then she said, “I don’t think I can take it any more!” She knew she had never ever felt this way and she was quite sure what he’d done to get her feeling this way but she didn’t care either.
Then she grabbed his engorged cock and pleaded, “Please, put it in me! I need you in me now! I’ll do anything but please fuck me now!”
In her entire marriage she’d never talked like that. Her husband had begged her to talk dirty to him but she’d always claimed to be too shy to say those words and yet here she was not only saying them but repeating them. As Brad slowly moved his cock into her pussy Wendy yelled out, “Oh Brad I need your cock in me more than you know. I want to be your whore, you slut, I’ll do anything for you!”
Her rational mind briefly took charge and told her that wasn’t her and she shouldn’t be saying such things but in the next moment she felt Brad press his cock fully and deeply into her and when she felt the head of his cock press against uterus she told her rational mind to fuck off.
Brad moved his cock in and out of her slowly at first and Wendy would chase his cock upwards with her hips as he pulled out of her. She didn’t want a single moment to pass when she couldn’t feel his cock filling her pussy but then as she repeated felt the tip of his cock pressing the lips of her pussy aside to once again enter her she realized how good that felt too.
Brad was still moving slowly in and out of her when Wendy had her first orgasm and as it started to subside a little she felt him slightly change his position over her and enter her a little faster. The first orgasm quickly gave way to a second which gave way to a third. Then he was slamming his hips into hers as hard as he could. She could hear and feel his balls slapping against her ass and it was then that she had an orgasm that she felt certain caused her to gush. The only time she’d ever gushed before was when an old boyfriend who was particularly adept at finger fucking her had brought her to such an orgasm. Her husband had found it difficult to bring her to multiple orgasms but here was Brad making her cum again and again with great ease.
Finally Brad came in her and when he did she felt him gush too. He filled her in a way she’d never experienced and when his cock had swollen inside her just before throwing his seed into her she felt her pussy as if it had a mind of its own clutch his cock trying to hold it in her. And when Brad had finally rolled off her she felt her pussy throbbing like she’d never know. Brad was lying next to her and reached over and tweaked one of her nipples. That had sent an electric shock through her that she was certain could bring her to another orgasm.
Two more times Brad had been able to get hard again and both times she’d come multiple times until she begged him to stop. He’d at first thought she was kidding him but she assured him she was feeling ultra sensitive and really needed a rest. She’d noticed they’d been fucking for over two hours. As they lay in each other’s arms they both fell asleep.
Wendy woke up, as she often did, looking out her window and seeing the sun. Then she remembered the night before but thought it was just a dream. She didn’t feel anyone next to her and when she rolled over her thoughts were confirmed, there was no one there. She closed her eyes and thought, but it was a fabulous dream she thought to herself.
Moments later she heard a voice say, “Can I call you? Can we go out?”
Wendy quickly opened her eyes to see Brad standing before, albeit fully dressed. “You’d better call me!” Brad leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips before he left. She lay there thinking how young she felt again. Of course the thought of how he was 14 years her junior passed through her mind but she quickly dispelled the thought. After all, he wasn’t asking her to marry him!
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….Brad moved his cock in and out of her slowly at first and Wendy would chase his cock upwards with her hips as he pulled out of her. She didn’t want a single moment to pass when she couldn’t feel his cock filling her pussy but then as she repeated felt the tip of his cock pressing the lips of her pussy aside to once again enter her she realized how good that felt too…..
Once my ex told me she likes it just inside, right at the entrance. She mentioned the sensation was overwhelming. Your latest story yet sure brought back some fonding memories, Bro birdie8819!
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Once my ex told me she likes it just inside, right at the entrance. She mentioned the sensation was overwhelming. Your latest story yet sure brought back some fonding memories, Bro birdie8819!
Hehehehehe…..me2 some memories we had .
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She looked at him and ached. He was so beautiful and so strong. She ached the incessant primal ache that she had almost forgotten existed.
She watched as the boy reached out and casually picked up the empty fifty five gallon steel barrels, handing them up over his head to the men on the supply boat. The sea tossed both the skiff he was standing in and the taller ship making the work difficult. She knew that the barrels were never truly empty and weighed more than most men could lift easily on dry land.
He would take hold of a barrel and casually hold it out at arms length, ignoring its weight and the surging sea. He made the work appear effortless as he laughed and joked with the men on the tender reaching take the drums from his hands. It took two of them to take each steel drum from him.
She sat holding the skiff, keeping it from banging too hard against the larger boat, using her strength to try and buffer the worst of the waves. The men were giving him a hard time, slow to take the barrels from his hands. He smiled an easy smile and joked back, giving as good as he got. As he lifted the last barrel, he laughed and called a warning, and literally tossed it up to them. She had almost orgasmed at that moment.
She was working the summer fishing season in a remote Alaska fishing camp. Her uncle owned the beach fishing site. It was a family operation. The boy was a second half cousin, someone that she had not even known existed. One of those distant relatives that her large disorganized family sometimes referred to as ‘half assed relatives’. Her family had a lot of odd sayings and odder ideas. Sometimes she told people that she was raised by wolves.
He had been hired more for his brawn than his experience. That he was smart and good natured was unexpected. And so young, only nineteen, he was as innocent of his beauty, as of his strength. Fresh and clean, he had soft, long, blond hair and eyes the same indefinable color of the sea that surrounded them.
She had no clear memory of when she had last felt this ache, this yearning. It intoxicated and terrified her. Ten years married, with two small children, she was thirteen years older than this boy.
The terror was the discovery that she could even have these feelings. For years she had felt nothing, not the tiniest spark of lust, want or need. It had seemed like everything female about her had withered and died so long ago that the memories were dim and hazy. Memories so tenuous, that she wondered if she had ever really felt them or if it had been a dream.
Her husband had tried to be her lover, but it seemed the more he pushed for her response the more conscious she was of the deadness inside her. If she allowed herself to look inward, she could almost see the dried husk of something, a decaying, shriveled, mummified remnant of the woman she once was. She had learned not to be introspective, the horror was too much to bear.
She hated this part of herself, this dead thing inside her that her husband demanded she share with him, that the world seemed to celebrate and define her by.
Her husbands touch made her shudder, clench her eyes, turn her face away. One of the most frightening things was that she would orgasm, odd little electric convulsive jerks that she could hardly feel. They never involved more than the few square inches of flesh that was her vagina. She did not enjoy them, beyond the happy knowledge that is was over. He would get off of her and she could turn away, taking some solace in the knowledge that she could put him off for another week or perhaps longer.
She struggled to convince herself that this was all there was and to resign herself to it. For the last few years, she thought she had succeeded. She had owned her failure, taking full personal responsibility, resolved to the bleakness that filled her.
Now the thing inside her had roared back to life, reaching up from her gut and taking hold of her throat, squeezing so it was hard to even take a breath. No longer shriveled, dry and cold, it was a dazzling thing. There was nothing dark about it, it was a thing of heat and brilliant light, surging and pulsing through her veins, prowling the infinite space inside her. It had a voice of its own. It murmured and moaned, almost taking possession of her lips. She found herself humming softly to herself, trying to sooth it.
The fishing site was thousands of miles from home and her husband. She wondered if the distance had woken this thing within her. For the first time she entertained the idea. Maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with her husband. She did not spend much time thinking of her husband, the thing inside her did not let her think very much at all.
She watched the boy, pregnant with lust, intoxicated with need She fantasized about what it would be like to touch him. Could she do it? Cheat? She never would have thought she could ever do that. But there was no way to deny this feeling, this madness rising up inside her. Her mind was in turmoil. There was only one clear thought. She did not want to ever feel dead inside again.
They worked as a team of two, running the skiff out to the nets, pulling the shining silver salmon up and out of the water. It was hard work; cold, wet and physically challenging. It was hugely fun. They would come back to the cabin, the skiff full of their catch, so tired that it hurt. Yet in the morning they rushed back, breathless in anticipation of what they would find waiting.
Life and death permeated the place. Nothing ever seemed to be still. The wind was constant and relentless, pushing, teasing, stroking her skin. The sea surged and fought with them, lifting and tossing the small skiff, its constant motion echoing and enhancing the tides that pulsed within her. The scent of the sea filled her nose and mouth with the of salty rich protein tang that was the very essence life, death, decay and rebirth.
She watched the boy, at first covertly following him with her eyes when she thought he wasn’t watching. And finally openly, boldly drinking him in with her eyes, unable to deny the thing inside her that snarled and tore at her sanity.
She found herself reaching to touch him with any excuse; bumping him as they worked together, a quick grip on his arm to balance herself, a friendly gentle wipe of a salmon scale from his face. Each contact was electric, echoing through her, waking the thing inside her, forcing it to lurch and batter against her, wanting more, demanding more. She was drunk with it.
The words were banal and somehow cheap. She had no experience at this. “What would you say if an older married lady tried to seduce you?”
His eyes went thoughtful and then dark. He smiled an easy happy smile. “I would say yes.”
Almost instantly regretting and fearful, she muttered, “I have never done anything like this before.”
He did not answer. With a confidence surprising in one so young, he pulled her to his chest and took her mouth with his.
She felt like her knees would buckle. She could not remember the last time she kissed anyone with an open mouth. She had refused this intimacy to her husband. She would have rather sucked his cock, than let his tongue into her mouth.
Now she was transported. It felt like her heart would burst. She would have climbed into this boy’s mouth if she could have. A soft whining sound crept up from her chest, a sound new and alien to her.
They were wearing many layers of clothing; long underwear, wool sweaters, heavy rubber rain gear, and hip boots. They stood in a rocking skiff, knee deep in dead salmon. They had a lot of net to pick and they were expected back soon. There was no way to do this now.
It was agony, but she tore her face from his, her breath coming in short gasps, still clutching at him to hold herself upright. “We can’t… Not now.” He nodded, smiling that same easy smile.
Once they finished pulling the last salmon from the net, he turned and pulled her to his chest again. His icy cold fingers touched her face and then tried to penetrate the layers of her clothing, seeking to find the warmth of her skin, to touch her breasts. His mouth was hungry and demanding on hers, pushing her head back with his urgency.
The need rose up and crashed over her, screaming and raging. “Oh god, yes. Tonight. Tonight after everyone else has gone to bed. Meet me.” She babbled into his mouth.
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The night was dark, cold and wet, but she did not care. They did not talk. His hands were tense and urgent on her as the walked away from the dark cabins. It was almost perfectly black, the only light a dimly luminous patch in the clouds where the moon hid its face.
They did not walk far. She turned to him and he took control of her. He took off his coat and lay it on the wet sand of the beach and pushed her down on it.
At first her fears and doubts kept her frozen, unsure, but he was oblivious to her uncertainty. He reached up under her shirt and pressed his hands to her heated flesh. His mouth stifled any words of reluctance that rose up in her.
He pulled her pants off in one strong jerk and was on top of her, covering her, sheltering her from the rain and the wind. His cock was hot, almost burning. He did not wait, just pressed against and into her.
Her mouth against his, let out a deep moaning exhalation of delight. Never before had it felt this perfect. The flaming thing inside her expanded to fill her completely.
She could feel his trembling urgency, yet he lay still, buried deep in her, tenderly kissing her. She rocked and tipped under him, like the waves could reach her, lift and toss her like a leaf on their surface. Impatient, she pulled at his hips, that same whining moan keening up from her center.
Slowly he met her movements, a calm gentle strength, soothing her frantic lunges against him. She could not pull enough air into her lungs. Each movement of his body against her sent sparkles of light through her mind. Her whole body felt simultaneously icy and flaming. She felt her legs lift as she began to open and expand, waves of heat and blinding light lifting her, shaking her, turning her inside out.
He was still moving against her, thrusting slow and easy when she became aware of herself, clutching him, sobbing softly. As she held him tightly, the moon slowly slid through a tear in the clouds, turning the blacks to grays and silvers. His face was a silhouette surrounded by a nimbus of light.
She lay beneath him, undulating, for the first time truly loving the sensation of flesh sliding in and out of her. She was intensely aware of his ejaculation, his body tensing and trembling, his breath sharply gasping, each spasming jerk of his cock deep inside her. He made no sound and did not linger inside.
Quickly he stood and helped her to feet. The wind was icy. She could feel deep shivers shaking her. As she pulled on her pants and boots, he wrapped his coat around her. His voice was soft, “Next time, I hope it won’t be so cold.” It was the first time he had spoken.
The next morning broke clear and warm. Bright blue sky arched over the rolling green hills. The bright sun turned the sea into an infinity of diamonds.
She no longer followed him with her eyes. It seemed all her regard was turned inward. She was absorbed in an internal dialog with the thing inside her. There was no question that she would once again feed this yearning. She just struggled to find some definition for what she was doing that could fit inside her mind. Was she betraying or was she fulfilling herself? Was it the same thing? All she knew was that she felt happy for the first time in many years.
Working the nets was easy in the calm sunshine. They frequently stopped, turning to each other, playing simple games. A pink salmon was no kisses, a silver or chum one kiss, the prized red salmon was rewarded with deep long kisses and cold fingers reaching to caress warm skin. The warmer day meant less clothing in the way of exploring hands and lips.
He was curious about her body, repeatedly opening her shirt, exposing her breasts to the wind and the sun. He would suck at her nipples as she stood braced in the rocking boat looking out across the sparkling water, her hands cradling his head, sharp tremors shaking her whole body.
Finally she could not deny the thing inside her any longer. “Please make love to me.” His eyes were serious and, to her, infinitely wise. Again his smile was easy. He ran the boat to the beach and led her up into the grass.
They slowly undressed, layering their waterproof gear on the grass and then layering their clothing on top, making a soft bed surrounded with a wall of green, the bright blue sky overhead. They stood in their little bower, looking at each other’s bodies for the first time.
He was massive, wide thick shoulders, arms bulging with muscle. His skin was startlingly white and almost hairless. His cock stood hard against his belly, nestled in golden curls. A fleeting thought flickered through her mind and was gone; he couldn’t look any more different from her husband.
She stepped close to him and pressed the length of her body against him. Again she heard the whining moan. She was learning to recognize that sound, the soft cry of need, the echo of the screaming, hungry thing inside her.
His skin against hers obsessed her with the need to be filled, to feed that famished thing inside her. Her whole body felt like an echoing void, a perfect vacuum.
She pulled impatiently at him, urging him to lay down, but he stood rock steady. “No, we don’t need to hurry. Let me see you.” He pushed her back and stood looking at her. His eyes slid from her breasts to the dark curls covering her sex and then back up to her face infused with raw hunger. A lazy happy smile curved his lips.
He stepped closer and slid to his knees. When she tried to kneel with him, he held up his hand and shook his head. “No, let me look at you.” He put his hands on her hips and turned her so the sun shone in her face and warmed her breasts and belly. He gazed raptly at her cleft, his face only inches from her. Time stood still. Deep in their grass shelter there was not even a whisper of wind. She could not even hear the waves above the beating of her heart.
She softly touched his hair, looking down at him. She was suddenly calm and filled with tenderness. How could he be both so innocent and wise. With infinite gentleness, almost worship, he leaned in and chastely pressed his lips against her, scattering soft kisses across her mound and thighs, using his chin and nose to nudge her legs apart. His tongue was feather light as he pushed her labia apart, opening, unfolding her. At his first touch to her center, she softly cried out and her legs gave way.
He caught her and lowered her, his shoulders spreading her legs wide. His mouth refused to leave her, softly pulling and sucking at her. When she felt his fingers slip deep into her, she arched and cried out wordlessly.
Only then did he move over her, sliding his hardness into her in one smooth thrust. His entry only pushed her higher, her cries almost anguished and frantic. He lunged against her strong and fast, riding her bucking surges.
Even as she was tossed on the waves of ecstasy she looked up at his face, watching the waves of pleasure make his eyes narrow and and his smile quiver and twist. His eyes closed and he softly grunted as he came.
They lay side by side on the soft mound of their clothes, looking up at the blue sky. She raised herself on her elbow and looked down at him. He gazed at the sky, with his soft smile still lighting his face. His smile widened and he put his hand on her head, pushing her down, guiding her head to his cock.
She sent a startled look up to him, but he lay back and closed his eyes. She took his cock into her mouth, briefly analyzing the taste of his semen and her juices. A ripple of pleasure shook his whole body and he made a soft humming sound.
An electric flash of excitement infused her, intense throbbing waves of heat erupted from her very core. The same whining groan shook her again.
She took him deep in her mouth and sucked like she was trying to fill her empty soul. Even as he hardened, she lunged and suckled, her soft greedy moans muffled against his belly.
His hands were forceful as he pulled her away. She fought him briefly, mindlessly struggling to return to the object of her obsession. He refused to let her and brought her up to his face, taking her needy mouth in his, kissing her frustrated lips into calmness.
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