When Seduction is Done Right

When Seduction is Done Right
Her breasts moved to the rhythm of her hips. Even her long, dark hair danced to the same drumbeat. His younger self would have gawked, but experience tempered him.

There were other beautiful women. But she had sass. He liked sass. The game was afoot. This would be fun…Lesbian

The rain came down in buckets, and it was near opening time at Fascination in Seoul. The other girls stood around the front in a small group. Laura felt they were a good group for the most part. Half were foreigners like her who just wanted a reason to stick around Korea. She finished her undergrad at a Korean University, but she couldn’t find a job in her field. Damn job market. The pay was pretty good here, and the management was clean and protective of the girls. They had switched outfits last week, and Laura liked the all black attire. The dark booty shorts showcased her ass and the huge scoop in the tank top showed a more than ample amount of cleavage. both contrasted her fair skin and accentuated all her curves. Physically, only Nina, the Russian girl, had any real curves to match hers. Korean girls tended to be slim, but that’s what got a lot of the guys going – a cute face, slender legs, and a small, tight ass that matched the KPop idols. But Laura was proud of her body. It took a multitude of squats and lunges to shape her legs and ass just the way she wanted. Her round, plush breasts were a gift from her mother’s family. So why shy away from what she was? Business started off as usual, until he entered the pub. Behind a gigantic, black, golf umbrella stood a bronze-skinned Asian gentleman. At first glance, he wasn’t particularly attractive. He was of an average height, larger than average frame, with a nice face sporting a thick mustache and goatee. However, when he walked it was with an alluring elegance that caught her attention. Jimin enthusiastically grabbed him at the door, led him by the hand, and seated him at one of Laura’s tables, which meant he probably didn’t speak Korean. She walked toward the table but switched over to her “runway walk” when she saw he was looking; the tiny bounce in her step added a seductive jiggle to her breasts.
“Hi, I’ll be your waitress tod-” she started before knocking the enormous umbrella to the floor. “¡ESTUPIDA!” she thought. “Wow, that’s huge!” she blurted as she picked it up.
He chuckled.
“Why the big umbrella, compensating?” Her hand shot up to cover her mouth. She got snippy when she was nervous. “I’m sor-“
“Maybe I got it to match,” he cut in.
“The bag?” she said, equally quick on the recovery and uptake.
“Sure, we’ll say it’s the bag,” he said with a half smile.
“Let’s try this again,” she started with a quiver in her voice, “can I get you anything to start off?”
“Sure, Sam Adams and wings, extra spicy.”
“OK, be right back.” Outside the kitchen, Jimin was waiting with a huge grin on her face. “Did you get a good look at table 3?” **** This bar looked like similar ones he’d been to in America. He always liked the tight, booty shorts. His waitress came across the room with his drink, and now she was working it as she walked. Her breasts moved to the rhythm of her hips. Even her long, dark hair danced to the same drumbeat. His younger self would have gawked, but experience tempered him. There were other beautiful women. But she had sass. He liked sass. The game was afoot. This would be fun… **** “One Sam Adams” she said, almost bouncing up to the table.
“Thank you, may I ask your name?” “Laura.”
“Lao-rah?” He asked with the correct pronunciation.
“How did you know?”
“Your accent. Spanish?”
“Catalonion, wow…I haven’t heard my name said correctly in months.”
“I’m a surprising guy, señorita bonita (beautiful lady)” From another man, it would have sounded cheesy, but the way he spoke, she believed every word.
“What’s your name?”
“Jose.”
“Another Spanish name, but you’re Asian.”
“Yes, Filipino.”
Before she could speak, *DING* “ORDER UP!”
She went to the kitchen and came back with his food, intent on saying something, anything to get him to speak again. She started to say several things, but all she could muster was, “Enjoy!” ****Jose smiled, “Thank you.” And turned to the plate. He watched as she walked away, with a look showing she wanted more, and he would not disappoint her. But not yet, patience…timing and patience. **** What the hell was it about this man? More handsome men had tried hitting on her, but she never felt this confused and attracted before. And he wasn’t really even hitting on her! Laura waited on other customers and passed Jose’s table several times. She glanced back each time hoping to catch him looking at her, but he only ever met her eyes, smiled, and nodded as she walked toward him. She watched as other girls approached Jose, talked to him, and brought refills on his drinks. Bitches! That table was hers! Jimin gushed about how big he was; khakis are can be deceptive. Nina came back excited by his palm reading. Hannah, who had been sullen all afternoon due to boyfriend troubles was openly flirting with him! Laura saw her in; his glass was empty again. **** “…more sexual jokes than other sports. I mean, come on, blades, fine finger dexterity,” Jose explained while flicking his fingers, “AND all of that thrustingl?”
Hannah’s fuck-me eyes and the way she bit her lower lip spurred Laura into action. “Doesn’t your boyfriend do martial arts too?” Laura interjected.
The booty block knocked Hannah out of fantasy mode, “He tried Muay Thai, but it was too hard for him.”
“Kitchen needs you,” Laura nudged again, and she got the hint.
“Nice talking to you, Jose!” Hannah said as she stopped herself before walking into a patron.
“Likewise,” Jose said amused.
“You have the girls all talking.”
“It’s just playful banter.”
“Yeah…”
“You’re all rather friendly here.”
“One more drink?”
“I would, but I have to go.”
“Awww, leaving?” She couldn’t hide her disappointment.
“My friend Charlie has a gig; do you like Jazz?”
“I LOVE jazz!”
“Hmmm, then come with me. Ring me up, ditch work, and meet me outside The Hive in 5 minutes.”
“5 minutes?…I want to…but I can’t.”
“Hahah, ok! 6 minutes, and you can. If you’re as clever as you are beautiful, it won’t be a problem.” Jose gave an impish look as he handed her the bill. “The change is yours. The Hive. 6 minutes,” and like that, he was gone. **** Laura now owed both Jimin and Nina favors, but she didn’t care. It had finally stopped raining, and she got more excited the closer she got to The Hive. She wasn’t supposed to wear her work clothes outside the gastro pub, but she told her boss, Jihoon, that it would be free marketing, and he laughingly accepted. **** “Excellent! You made it!” said a voice from the side.
“Do I win a prize?”
“You win the pleasure of my company.”
“Really? That’s lame.”
“I’m just kidding. Let’s go, it’s nearby. Drinks are on me.” Only after about a dozen or so meters did she realized she was holding his hand, and he was leading her; it excited her. They entered the pub, and a large section in the center was cleared for the band. The waiter brought them beers, and not long after, the band started playing. His friend Charlie’s band was really good. Laura could see why the girls liked him so much. He had a way of speaking that was engaging and entrancing. It was then that she realized she had taken his hand and was stroking it with her thumb while they talked. He asked something, and she agreed without thinking. Now they were walking towards the band.
“Wait, what?”
“I asked if you wanted to dance, and you said ‘sure.'”
“But-“
“Come on, it’ll be easy.”
“OK.”
Jose gave a quick explanation of how to feel the lead while dancing so closely, and she nodded a lot, but her mind was racing with the fear of embarrassment. She took his left hand then felt his right arm curl around her body, bringing her in close. While Laura would have normally felt wary about a man getting this close, it all seemed so natural to her. She felt the warmth of his body and inhaled his scent, God he smelled good. It was so easy to feel where he wanted her to move. Slow steps at first, then faster and with all sorts of changes in direction and tempo. She imagined herself making love to him this same way; no man had made her feel so aroused before, and they hadn’t even kissed! “Close your eyes,” he said.
“Alright.”
They were cheek to cheek, and he was whispering in her ear.
“Good, now imagine you are back in Spain, a vineyard perhaps. It’s evening and a slight wind is blowing. It’s just us dancing on the smooth, stone deck. The band is playing off to the side…” As he spoke, her mind was immediately transported halfway across the world. It felt as if he were already making love to her, and a shudder rippled down her back. She turned her head and kissed the corner of his mouth before she could constrain herself. To his credit, he never missed a beat and was still dancing when he suggested, “You wanna get out of here?”
“Oh God, yes.” She was so happy he couldn’t see the huge smile on her face.
“Come to my place.”
“OK.” Just outside the pub he pulled her slowly towards himself. Laura closed the distance, and they kissed. The touch of his lips enflamed her whole body, leaving her hot and wanting more. **** In the cab, Laura sat on his lap in the backseat. He only took his lips away from hers to kiss her neck. The ripples of pleasure running through her body were uncontrollable. It was like she had a G-spot on her neck she never knew about. She reached down and felt through his pants discovering he was as huge as Jimin said. Laura could feel the heat as it raged in its fabric prison, pushing against her bare thighs.Then his hand began to make its way between her legs. The increased passion of his kiss was complemented by the soft seduction of his fingers. They lightly glided over her the inside of her thighs and began rubbing slowly through the thin cloth of her shorts. She parted her legs slightly in invitation, and his fingers deftly moved her shorts and g-string aside. His finger slid slowly into her. She didn’t realize how tight she had become. As he moved inside her with his middle finger, his thumb welcomingly invaded her from the outside, massaging her clit and sending wave after wave of elation pumping throughout her body. These were amplified once his finger had found exactly the spot it was looking for on the inside. She began to quiver as the rising sensations built up inside of her. She tried suppressing it; they were in a cab for Christ’s sake! But Jose did not let up, and she could no longer contain herself. Laura’s lips broke free of his, and her body began to gyrate and twist as she reached her climax. Jose’s fingers were relentless, and his hand moved effortlessly with her squirming hips like the dance they shared. Laura gripped Jose tightly and let out moans of blissful ecstasy as she fought to breathe normally. **** He loved the way she felt and sounded as she came. Her nails dug into him with her right hand, and she pounded the front passenger seat with her left palm. Instead of stopping when Laura was in the throws of her orgasm, Jose intensified his assault on her senses. Faster and faster he moved, not giving her a fraction of a second of respite. Soon, her moans turned into screams of erotic bliss. As she shuddered and threw her arms around his neck again, he knew that she could go no further for now. He stopped and pulled his hand from between her legs. He ran his fingers lightly over her arms and thighs. Some women had hypersensitive skin at this time, and the way Laura seemed to purr made him think she might be one. Jose looked over to the driver, who had the biggest grin on his face and was looking at him through the rearview mirror. “That was an amazing round 1,” Laura said at last.
“That wasn’t even foreplay,” he teased.
She raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”
He answered with a kiss. End Part 1

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Accidental Gigolo: My One-Night-Stand With A Female Tourist.

Accidental Gigolo: My One-Night-Stand With A Female Tourist.
I stuck my middle finger inside her wet hole, turned it 180% degree and curled it on the rebound in search of her G-spot. When I found it, I tickled it and that was when she lost it and yelled so loud, I was afraid someone would hear her and come banging on the door to find out what was amiss.rings

My name is Kelly. I am a housekeeper (manager) of a hotel in Lagos, Nigeria. A good number of expatriates especially tourists lodge in the hotel all year round and very often, they are horny and in need of sex and they usually reach out to me to help them out.

Just recently, a middle aged woman from the Caribbean checked into the hotel. She gave her name as Jacinta Lyron (Ms) and Bridgetown, Barbados as her hometown and where she traveled from.

It was around 8am in the morning that she checked in and at around 3pm that same day, I was in my office when my intercom buzzed and I picked it up. Jacinta was on the line and requested to speak with the hotel manager. I told her she was speaking with the manager and she said she would like to see me privately.

I asked if there was any problem in her room so I could send someone to fix it and she told me there was no problem but she needed to make some private enquires from me which she would not be able to discuss through the intercom. I told her I would be with her shortly and she hung up.

When I got to her room, I found her in bra and panties only and smoking cigarettes. The odor of the cigarette mixed up with her cologne produced a unique smell in the room that was neither offensive nor appealing.

She was a woman of mixed race in her early or mid-40s but her tall, slim figure made her look quite young. She wasn’t bad looking at all in her bra and panties. Her tummy was flat and her boobs seemed firm not to mention her tight, cute ass. I tried hard to control my emotions but apparently failed as I got an erection that grew gradually out of control in my pants.

She told me she had an event to attend at an art gallery in Lagos Island the next day and wanted to find out the kind of taxi services we had. I explained to her and she asked about our cuisine and I told her what was on offer in the hotel’s restaurant. She asked other peripheral questions before she asked me if I could get her a gigolo.

“You can do that for me, can’t you? Get me any good guy and I’ll pay for your services.”

I actually had a list of girls that I call on to service horny guests in the hotel but I had no male hustler (gigolo) on my list. Reason is that I had never had a female guest making a request for a prostitute. It had always been the men and I was at a loss on what to do.

After pausing for a while to think, I explained to her that it would not be an easy thing to get a professional gigolo in Lagos but I could arrange for any fun-seeking guy for her.

She didn’t respond to what I said immediately and I observed that her eyes were fixed on my crotch and embarrassingly for me, my crotch was visibly swollen and was still growing. The sight of her almost naked body and her plea to help her get a professional male prostitute had gotten my penis erect beyond control.

She laughed and moved closer to me. “I bet you want to get the job done yourself? You want to screw me right? Lucky for you, I need it so badly.”

I smiled hesitatingly. This was going to be fun but it was not an ethical thing for a hotel manager to do. I could get a query or even booted out by management if I’m busted for this. 

While I remained there undecided, she held me and kissed my lips. I opened my mouth slowly to receive her invading tongue. Her tobacco filled breath was not complimentary but I liked how she teased, bit and sucked on my lips.

Her wandering hand soon got to the flap of my jeans and she grabbed it enthusiastically.

“Seems, you have a big dick!” she purred. “My pussy is dripping already. I can’t wait to feel your big cock entering my pussy!”

She quickly undid my belt and my jeans dropped to my feet and I promptly stepped out of it. 

Next, she pushed down my boxers and her jaw dropped as she looked in awe at my bloated, throbbing cock that was dripping pre-cum.

“This is huge!” she exclaimed and began to caress it with the tips of her fingers. She broke into a smile, looked into my eyes and all I could see when I stared into her eyes was undiluted lust and desire.

Before long, she went on her knees in front of me, opened her mouth and took my cock in.

The rhythm of my breathing changed instantly as waves of sexual pleasure coursed through my being.

I was impressed with the way she worked on my dick-head with her wet tongue before she started taking my shaft in, inch after inch.

Soon, she had me fully deep-throated in a way that no other woman had done to me. The sight of her head, bobbing up and down on my dick was awesome and I felt like exploding but struggled to control my ejaculation.

Meanwhile, I reached for her breasts, uncupped them and had a field day grabbing, squeezing and cupping them in my palm. Her nipples were stiff and I tweaked and fine-tuned them all the way.

Moments later, she stopped fellating me and rose to her feet.

“Do we have a condom here?” she asked.

 “Yeah there should be condom in the room,” I said moving towards the wardrobe to check for the condom. As a rule, we keep a packet or two of condoms in each room. I checked and found a packet that I presented proudly like a trophy to her.

Pleased, she took it from me, unwrapped one sachet and expertly rolled it down on my long shaft.

She took off her panties and I beheld her bald pussy. It was so cleanly shaved, glistening and tantalizing.

She lay on the bed, had her legs spread out and asked me to: “Push that thing on me, baby. All of it!”

I climbed on the bed, got on top of her and began to ease my dick into her slowly.

Jacinta’s pussy was wet and welcoming. She gasped and shuddered as my dick plunged deeper into her.

When I was sufficiently deep inside her, she had her legs wrapped around my waist firmly and began twisting her waist and hips under me.

“Fuck me!” she yelled. “Common, fuck me!”

 “How do you want it, hard?” I teased.

“Yeah fuck me hard! Very hard.”

 I shoved my dick into her love canal deeply but she wanted it even deeper. She raised her body and succeeded in easing a pillow under her ass and in the process, propping her hips upwards.

“Yeah baby, fill me in,” she moaned. “Dig it deep. I like it deep.”

Responding, I nailed in my shaft to the deepest point possible. “Like this?” I inquired.

“Yeah baby, but you can go deeper. You got the length so dig it. Go beyond borders, baby.”

All of my ten inches was fully buried in her but the way and manner she thrust her hips upward indicated she wanted more of cock meat in her.

I started banging her hard. Harder than I had ever fucked any woman and not surprisingly, I was breathless in a couple of minutes and had to slow down to catch some air.

Her pussy continually oozed love juices and she screamed ecstatically. I observed that she was getting close to cum and I summoned all the strength in me, changed to a higher gear and started banging her hard as before which she apparently liked. Her screams got even louder as I noticed her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Her vagina muscles had a momentary grip on my shaft as she informed me that she was coming.

 As soon as she came, I reached my climax and exploded, filling the condom with my man juice.

I collapsed on her, breathing like a marathon runner that had just breasted the tape.

“That was so good!” Jacinta acknowledged.

A couple of minutes later, she asked me to go down on her and I was so glad to do that. Nothing excites and arouses me more than feasting on a wet and used pussy.

I promptly got myself in-between her legs and lowered my head to her love altar.

I spent some time inhaling and sniffing on the aromatic wafts from her precious altar, making sure my lungs were filled with that cock hardening aroma.

But Jacinta was impatient for my tongue on her. She grabbed my head and pushed it against her juicy vulva while thrusting her hips up to demonstrate the urgency of her needs.

I seized the moment and plastered my tongue on her marshy vulva, licking it from north to south and vice-versa.  She was quivering and I intensified my leaks. My tongue craved for a rest but I didn’t oblige it. I pushed myself to the limit, eager to please her. I wanted to give her something that would make her not only to come back to Nigeria but to still lodge my hotel. Call it customer service and you’re on point.

 “Yes, suck me! Ah … lick that pussy … mmm…” she chorused. “Don’t stop; mmm … don’t stop, huh … huh…”

 “I won’t stop until you come,” I thought.

 I paid particular attention to her stiff clit and she writhed with pleasure and squealed in delight.

Not done yet, I stuck my middle finger inside her wet hole, turned it 180% degree and curled it on the rebound in search of her G-spot. When I found it, I tickled it and that was when she lost it and yelled so loud, I was afraid someone would hear her and come banging on the door to find out what was amiss.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen. What happened was that Jacinta climaxed heavily into my mouth in the next few seconds. Some of her juice trickled down her ass cheeks and created a small lake of cum-juice on the bedspread.

We rested briefly before I got up to dispose the condom in the bathroom.

On my return, Jacinta reached out to me and started sucking my cock till she got me fully erect again and I fixed another condom on my cock and started fucking her in a doggy position…

Jacinta stayed in the hotel for five days and for each of those days, I screwed her a minimum of three hours a day. And guess what, she “tipped” me generously for my services. Indeed, she couldn’t have paid more to a professional gigolo. But as she equally confessed to me, no gigolo had given her that much in terms of quality and quantity of the fuck service I rendered her.  

She promised to be back in Nigeria next summer and I am already looking forward to that with great expectations.

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Real-Life Fun in the Library

Real-Life Fun in the Library
During my university days I was lucky enough to have a wonderfully-curvy girlfriend who was more than happy for me to pleasure her every chance I got. This is one of my most erotic memories of those very special times and goes a long way to explaining my life-long penchant for pleasuring lovely, sensitive, needy breasts!Luxury

Looking at my girlfriend dressed demurely in a thick, floppy, woollen sweater you wouldn’t know that it hid an amazing pair of big C-cups. This particular winter’s day I had come from a separate lecture and found her in the library, sitting at one of the study desks. I’m sure you know the type … a long row of desks with small walls partitioning off each one. I drew up the chair from the desk next to her, but moved it behind her, sat down and put my strong arms around her. Pulling her gently back in her chair and into my firm chest, I kissed the sensitive spot at the back of her neck which made her shiver just a little. Sensing her spark of arousal, I dropped my hands to around her waist and kissed her again on the side of the neck. Enjoying my kissing, she shuffled forward in her chair so she was more hidden by the desk’s walls. Fortunately the nearest person was about 4 desks away and paying us no attention.

Appreciating her new positioning, both my hands now crept under the bottom of her soft, voluminous sweater, its folds and the desk walls nicely hiding my actions. I was surprised to immediately encounter her warm skin – she hadn’t bothered with a T-shirt underneath that day! Teasingly, I tickled my fingertips up her tender tummy until they reached the bottom of her soft cotton bra. As I played my tantalising fingertips over the undersides of her lovely round C-cups, she shut her eyes and relaxed into my firm hug – she was a big fan of my loving attentions to her wonderful, needy curves! Circling my fingertips up, I revelled in the lovely roundness of her breasts until I met her deep, exposed cleavage. Glancing around to make sure we were still unobserved, I deftly pulled the top of her bra down so it lay underneath her her now-freed breasts. Although hidden by the sweater, I can assure you that when my beloved’s breasts were swinging free, they were magnificent in form and perfect in size 🙂

Cupping & rhythmically squeezing both her luscious C-cups in my palms, I could feel her tit-flesh swell with arousal, mirrored by her deepening breathing. Knowing what she really wanted – nay, needed – I delayed a little until I finally let my fingertips sweep softly over her aureoles. By now they were just the way I like them – wrinkled in arousal from my continued caressing 🙂 Finally, my fingertips grasped her big, turgid nipples; I twirled them, tweaked them, pulled on them, caressed them; until with her head laying back on my shoulder, her eyes closed, her breathing jerky and her thighs slowly squeezing together under the desk, she unmistakably craved more.

Continuing to pleasure her rock-hard nipples with one hand, my other hand slid back down to her waist; her breath caught in her throat as I deftly flicked open the top button of her jeans, and still hidden by the sweater, my fingers crept downwards. Her rhythmic squeezing together of her beautiful thighs stopped as they parted for me to discover just how soaked her cotton panties already were! I pushed my fingers through the thin fabric of her panties into her pussy hole, over & over again, which in turn caused the fabric to pull against her clit 😀 She had obviously lost control by now, as underneath the desk her pelvis was thrusting slowly against my fingers and she was trying to stifle her repeated gasps of lust. With fulfilling her womanly needs being my own greatest pleasure, I slipped my fingers past the crotch of her panties and dived them into her hot, needy pussy-hole! Seconds later, with my fingertips caressing her G-spot, the palm of my hand pressing on her bulging clit and her needy nipples still receiving my loving attentions, she came! And as if she wasn’t wet enough already, she squirted as she came over & over again, absolutely soaking my hand and the rest of her cotton panties!

As her barely-controlled panting eventually subsided, she tongue-kissed me deeply – and then looked at her watch. She was late for a tutorial! After telling me I was a very naughty boy she quickly kissed me again, then departed to clean herself up so hopefully no-one would suspect she’d just had an earth-shaking public orgasm!! And I was left with the musky, sweet smell of her juices which I breathed deeply off my hand, satisfied in the pleasure I had brought her yet again.

This story remains (C) Breast Inspector. Unless titled as “Real Life”, all stories and characters within are purely fictional.

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The Fantasy Fuck Store

The Fantasy Fuck Store
We would all love to think that there are mature ladies out there who just love fucking. But, in truth they are very few older ladies who still want sex. So we have fantasies. I have several. Here is one in story format. Hope you enjoy.stepmom

First, let me own up. I am a mature man, yet ever since I was young and saw a gorgeous mature buxom lady wearing a girdle and fucking a guy on top, I have maintained a fetish to for plump mature women with big floppy tits wearing open crotch girdles and no underwear …oh yes, and they should have a lovely hairy cunt. So when a friend, who owned a fashion and shoe shop for shall we say, mature women, found out that I was semi retired she asked if I could help her for two days a week, who was I to argue? I told her that I had no experience.

‘Well, Ken, you know how to sell — shoes and clothes are no different, and you do have a great sense of what suits a woman. All you have to do is help them and assist fitting as our more mature clients like a ‘personal service’…with the emphasis on personal’. I was intrigued. ‘Well all good service is personal…what other kind is there? ‘Come on, Ken’, replied Heather, ‘how do you think an expensive old fashioned show like this stays viable. You must have noticed that all our specialist products designed specifically for highlighting and making our older ‘ladies’ look and feel sexy.

In short we provide a discreet and private outlet where mature ladies feel safe – and satisfied — to buy fashionable, sensuous garments and lingerie that flatter them. Also our service includes fulfilling their sexual fantasies whilst doing so.’ ‘you mean to say every one of your customers pays top money to get their rocks off in one way or another?’

‘That’s it precisely. You see Ken’ – Heather was warming to her specialisation now…. ‘With highly sexed older women, they are maybe lonely, lost a husband or lover, they still get the horny hots and have fantasies. I provide this discreet outlet for them to fulfil their fantasies and try new things…and above all, am pampered, admired and serviced without any fear or humiliation’. Well, who was I to disagree and confirmed that I would start the following Wednesday morning. During the interim my imagination went into overdrive, thinking of all kinds of scenarios ranging from mild to downright disgusting. Well, time would tell if I was right or way off the mark!

Come Wednesday morning I entered an empty shop ready to be briefed by Heather. Going round the store she pointed out the sections. ‘As you see, we provide items to enhance, show-off, as she held up a pair of sheer nylon open crotch pyjama bottoms as an example. As most of our ladies curvaceous we also specialise in all types of girdles – from sheer see through gossamer to all-in-one types. But in all cases they come only with a high cut open crotch. The ladies prefer them as it seems they like to show off’. “Ken, our ladies like to ‘be seen’. So it is essential that you are confident in being able to provide an admiring ‘personal perspective’ when measuring and when they ask, hint or wantonly show off’.

Looking at my cock bulge, Heather added “I can see that will be no problem for you”. Our tour included other section: shoes, dresses, skirts etc and then I noticed a discreet sign saying ‘fitting and beauty centre’. Opening the door I saw a swanky massage type table several easy chairs and a small sofa …and lots of mirrors. Looking around Heather added ‘if you have done you job well and the ladies request more assistance, this is where you are free do whatever they want in any way or method they prefer’.

Come 10.00 the open sign went up and our first customers entered around 11. Not knowing what to do exactly or where to start, Heather told me to go to the shoe department. ‘It is amazing how many mature ladies just love showing themselves, to an appreciative audience”, she remarked’. No sooner was she gone when an attractive if slightly plump lady of I would guess, about 55 to 60, asked if she could try some gold strappy sandals that she wanted for her next holiday. ‘Certainly madam, what size?’ ‘Four and a half but four if they are a wide fitting’ she replied as anyone buying shoes would do.

But this was not self service. This was old fashioned personal service and befitting such she went and sat down whilst I went for the sandals. As you will recall, years ago shoe shops provided a full service – measuring and fitting. And we too had that old device that allowed me to sit on one end to facilitate fitting the shoe which of course meant that the ladies had to lift up their leg to place their foot on the platform just below my crotch. Those old shoe shop guys must have seen some sights!

Returning with about 6 pairs of appropriate sandals she said, ‘you’re new aren’t you’? ‘Just started today Ms?’ ‘Johnson’, she said, ‘but please call me Cathy’. And you are? “ Ken ….pleased to meet you Cathy’. Not knowing what she was into so to speak, I invited her to take off her coat and in doing so, I surveyed her. Bearing in mind my real task I set to work with the compliments and respond to the innuendo. It wasn’t difficult as her curvaceous figure was encased in a simple line skirt that ended a couple of inches above the knee. They were indeed beautiful sheer nylon clad legs.

But the big surprise was the blouse. Definitely not Laura Ashley: more Dior black hiding – not very successfully – a staggering 40 D pair of delicious tits, in a low cut black bra- they were almost falling out. Yes, this was a fantasy customer all right. ‘Cathy, that outfit is really stunning. You have excellent style’ ‘This is one of my favourites. It makes me feel good and at my age, anything that does that, has to be good. Besides my belief is that if you’ve got it flaunt it. What say you, Ken? I can see you are a man with a keen eye, her eyes roving over by crotch.

Sitting down , she slowly lifted her right leg on to it and smilingly said ‘ help me see which of these delightful sandals is going to have the effect I am looking for?’ So playing it by instinct I took gently took hold of her ankle and went to take off her black pumps she was wearing. ‘Just a minute Ken, they are rather tight, let me help you”. With that Cathy opened her legs to bend over and to pull off her shoe giving me my eyes more than enough time to travel up her lovely plump thighs to her pussy jungle of fabulous salt and pepper curly hair nestled just below her girdle line. And she did the same again with the other leg.

“There, that should make it easier for you” What …tickle her clit or fit the sandals? Then the penny dropped. Cathy was a classic exhibitionist and obviously enjoyed showing off and obviously wanted more. Fitting the second pair, instead of taking her ankle, I held her calf. ‘ You know Cathy, it will make it easier for me to see how this clips fit if you could possibly lift up your leg a bit more’. Her eyes lit up. ‘ That’s going to be hard in this skirt, Ken’, she said breathlessly. ‘I’ll have to pull it up a wee bit’ Demurely she pulled up her skirt about 3 inches and spreading her milky white fat thighs lifted up her leg revelling in showing her luscious and very moist hairy cunt lips.

Smiling she added, ‘ can you see better now, Ken?’ Then, as if she had just discovered she was not wearing underwear, she added, ‘ making all the arrangements for this holiday is very stressful, I clear forget to put my undies on this morning, so I am sorry for any embarrassment I may have caused you’. Pushing it further, I replied, ‘No not at all. In fact, I am a great admirer of woman who likes going commando , if I may be as bold to say so’. ‘Oh Ken, it is so nice to find a real gentleman of discernment’.

After about 20 minutes fitting her sandals and her showing me all of her very fat and now noticeable wet hairy cuntbox , Cathy, mentioned a swimsuit . As innocently as a she could muster, added ‘ do you think it best if we went into the changing cubicle so you can measure me… it’s a long time since I last bought one?’ Closing the door I replied, ‘Now Cathy, here we do not guess sizes, we take pride in personally measuring. First, please strip off so I can do a good job for you.’

‘Will you unzip me please?’ Turning around to show her luscious arse, I gently unzipped and pulled down her skirt revealing her arse globes through the sheer see through Spandex panty girdle. Turning around her then very slowly and sensuously took off her blouse revealing a see through balcony bra that just held up – let alone covered – those fabulous milky smooth tits.

She was in great shape for an older lady and boy did she know it. ‘ Ken, to clearly get your honest opinion, this swimsuit thing is worrying me, frankly. I don’t want to be parading around showing off my belly so I thought that this would do”. Holding up a one -piece costume with build in tummy control panel she added “ what do you think?’ As she started removing her exquisite girdle I decided to take her and her obvious needs in hand

‘Now Cathy , let me see what concerns you’, I commanded. Well, as she slipped out of her girdle, she took my breath away. The woman did not shave, but appeared to actually cultivate her pubic hair. From whispers of hair at the belly button, it got fuller and bushier all the way to her cunt. And boy was I turned on . By now my cock was inching for action. ‘You see my problem, Ken. I always come out in the most awful rash when I used to shave – now I just let nature take its course. Problem is most men do not like this’, pointing down to her muff . ‘And it and it gets worse’. Without missing a heartbeat she turned around and bent down and pulling her arse cheeks apart revealing her puckered shit hole surrounded by softer hair. “What do you think”? She said.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity like this I answered ‘Well, Cathy, why don’t you lean against the chair and let me take a closer look’. Crouching down and slowly placing my hand on her arse I had to find out how far she wanted to go. ‘ Running my finger around her sphincter hole and caressing her lovely hair, I said ‘ As a matter of fact Cathy I really love ladies with lots of pubic hair’. Sliding my fingers around her fanny, added: ‘ in fact, it’s far my hygienic as it helps retain all that love juice I can feel right now, see?’ Bingo! “Now Cathy, I am going to show you exactly my opinion and I think in this case actions are far better than words”.

As she started to grind her fanny into my hand, she turned her head around and added, ‘ Ken this is really good. Why don’t you give me a complete inspection. I quickly downed trousers and pants and guided my normal 6 inches cock, literally oozing with anticipatory pre cum over her crack and around her fanny. Then gently opening her arse cheeks pushed it into her hairy crack slowly rubbing and lubricating it. Gently I whispered , ‘you see Cathy, I really appreciate very hairy women.’ ‘Oh yes,’ sighed Cathy, “I can definitely feel that ”…as she pushed her arse so tight into my cock that the cheeks covered it completely. Boy this was fucking great. Her hairs stimulated more pre cum and on the up stroke; it lodged in her ring hole and slipped right in. “Are you ready for the full inspection Cathy”, I asked.

And leaving her lady-like chat outside she replied, ‘I sure fucking am’ again ramming her arse against outwards easily forcing my bulging cock right up her shitter. ‘Ken, this really turns me on’. Gently at first, in and out. Her sighs and panting increased…..and just as I thought she was ready to cum, she grabbed my hand and guiding it to her very wet and exposed clit and added, ‘wank my clit’. I could not believe it. Her clit was rock hard and a good half inch long. ‘Make me cum, lover. Fuck my arse and wank away…and I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had”. Stroking and masturbating her clit she chocked, ‘open that draw Ken, and don’t be surprised”. Lying there was a vibrating dildo that must have been at least 10 inches long and 10 in circumference. Handing it too her, she leaned back into my still stiff member and calmly pushed the entire phallic member into that hairy snatch. I could feel it as well. As she switched it on the vibes not only sent my cock into overdrive but Cathy bucking and fucking for her life.

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AUNT’S LESSONS

AUNT’S LESSONS
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Hi, everybody, I am Harshith from north Karnataka I am 22 years old just now I have completed Degree I am a good looking and I have an athlete body… This story is about how I fucked my dream aunty Indira. Indira is a typical mallu girl/lady with huge breast and ass of 33 yrs old mother of 2 kids, with a figure of 36 32 38 you guys can imagine how big her ass is.…

Friends Please leave a comment your valuable feedback to naughtyharshith@gmail.com………..
So let’s get into the story this is the real incident which happened with me. This is my first story in Indian sex stories please forgive me if there are any mistakes. This story tells about how I had sex with my aunt Indira. This is a real life experience so it’s actually quite long as I have described each and every incident with detailed description. So bear with me friends..

One weekend my parents planned to visit my native place who are in belgaum around 250 Km from there. I am very bored to go to native place as there is no one to talk with me. I mean no one is there to spend time with me. I took these chance to stay in the home and to enjoy the whole day by watching porn videos & sex stories….. after some time am just remembering my aunt Indira masturbated by imaginig her complex thick plumpy body .I had a great lust for her, from my childhood. I had many masturbate session thinking of her. Many times I would feel her bra and panty whenever I would go their places, I had even loaded my cum on them too. I had even touched her body parts several times, but there was no any objection from her. This incident happened in the summer vacation of, at that time I was in my first year degree. I went to the next house where one of my mother’s friends Indira Aunty is living because my mother used to give her the keys of our house if she goes out after giving a long bell, the door opened and Indira Aunty was standing in the doorway. She was in her Pink Chudi. Actually this is the first time I am looking her very close. What a lovely lady she is.
She was around 37 years then but the mother of two kids maintained her body in such a way you can’t estimate her age more than 30 years. She invited me inside and asked me about my life and all other matters but I could not answer properly as I was so horny and having a beautiful lady in front of me but I managed to tell something then I asked about my parents.
She told me they are going out to nearby town for a function with her family. They will come back in the evening. Moreover she told me I can stay in her house till they come. Since I am not having another option I agreed. When she got back home, aunt always got energized. She brought me food and used to tell me all the things that happened during the day, who called, and who she talked to on phone and things like that. I had never looked at my aunt sexually. She was 33 years old, but she was skinny and had a shapely body. She didn’t have the biggest tits but they were proportionate to her height and body weight. Even though we are Indian and pretty conservative, she had always been a rebel of sorts. She never did anything crazy but she didn’t mind letting us watch American movies and we never had to change channels when a French kiss or sex scene came around. Heck, when I was little, aunt even used to dress in front of me She told me she had some pain in her legs so she wanted some rest. Now after having some talks I got some courage and suggested her to have some massage which will give her some relief. She gave a strange look at me and asked me who will do the massage and all with some fear in my heart I replied if you don’t mind I will do it without speaking anything she went inside the bedroom as this is the first such incidence I thought I made a mistake.
She was a nice lady and I am rogues who think always bad things after two minutes Aunty called me from the bedroom. I went inside and found she was in the bed with the saree and petticoat up to the ankle. What lovely leg. I was mad to see her bar leg but I controlled myself and went nearer to her. She motioned me to sit near her. I took it as a green signal and put my whole hand on her neck and slowly tried to feel her back part. I slowly made a way to her right boobs under her arm, I was succeed in it and I was succeed in it and I was feeling her boobs, ohhh god how soft it was, I can’t explain the feeling I had that time. I was also pressing her boobs as it was night I was sure that the auto driver can’t see it after 5 minutes
I withdrew hand and placed it on the left boobs, it was also a great feeling, and after that I slowly placed my hand on her thigh and I also tried to insert my hand in to her sarri but it was very tight I can’t put in it when I saw her face her eyes was closed and she was moaning lightly. My action did not last long as we reached home after that I went to my home.
I was around 2 in afternoon, I slept but I can’t sleep, because of what would happen tomorrow. I can’t believe that this all action was in real from morning I was searching a reason to go to her place at last I got one and I went. It was around 12 in noon, I was aware that she would be alone, uncle may went to office and her kid may went to play. She was in kitchen preparing something.
She was in nighty, she usually wears nighty in day time. I slowly without making any noise went and hugged her from behind, I was kissing her neck and face, and my hands was on her those sweet thighs and pussy but for my surprise she pushed me side and told to touch her. I was really shocked. I don’t know what happen to her. She was angry with me and saying she is not such women.
I should focus on study, like that blah blah she was saying she don’t stopped me yesterday because of her kid. If the kid, tell to uncle then relation with our two family would spoil, which she don’t want to happen. I tried my well best to convince her, but she don’t agree, at that time her kids came and I also came to my home. I was very depressed what happening in my life. Then my routine life started with colleges and friends in between.
As days passed I used to meet Aunt, but she used to act nothing has happened between us. After two three weeks, I got call from her and asking me to come to her place, as she has some work with me and I went there, it was around 9 in morning, she would be alone at that time. I rang the bell she open the door, she was in pink saree that, she had just had her bath, her hair was tired in towel. She welcomed me and told in to seat in hall……… I could not control myself and my dick had already at its full length. I stopped massaging and looked her. Her eyed are half closed. I asked her how she felt. She told me fine but she wants more. I lay by her side and gave a hug and gave a kiss and explore her tongue and drank her sweet honey. She moaned and exploring the dick in my lungi which is wet with pre coming.
I slowly remove her saree and blouse and saw the milky white mound and the hard nipple inside the bra. I took them in mouth and bite it gently. She wriggles her body and started to move her legs and clutched them with mine. I remove the bra and saw the lovely ‘c’ cup breasts. I squeezed and sucked…. I could not myself and remove all her dress and mine within no time. I went between her legs and started eating her pussy. She holds me head and telling in low voice does it. I am loving for that oh dear my lover ooh. She came and drank all the juice. I move my head to the lovely tits which are erect and hard. I took one in hand and other in the mouth while she holds my head tightly and closed her eyes.
She took my dick and placed it over her juicy cunt and moaned and I can’t wait. Do it now and I make a gentle thrush and it went inside the hot wet and waiting cunt. She cried do Oh Do it for ever fuck me hard oooh as I started pumping her. I tried to hold it for long time but I came after 3 minutes of pumping……. she also started to kiss me, she then removed my t-shirt, kiss my chest, then she proceed farther and removed my pant, I was just lying in my jockey and she was kissing my things, she then removed my jockey and directly placed my cock to her mouth, ohhh what a feeling it was, she had a mouth fuck of 15 min and I was about to cum and I told her but she was not listening after a while.
I load my whole in cum in her mouth and she drank all the drops of mine and cleaned my cock. Now I told her it’s my turn, she said most welcome, and she lay on the bed on her back. I came over her and started to kiss, her a while, and I removed her pallu, ohh that two melons, pop in her blouse, I pressed her boobs, over the blouse after a while, removed her blouse with her help.
She was in black bra and I then removed the remaining saree, now she was lying in her bra and petticoat. I stated kissing her boobs, over the bra, after that,she asked me to remove her bra, I remove it. Ohh my god what a feeling it was, she had a big black nipple, I took her left nipple in my mouth, and was pressing her right, after a while I interchanged the boobs, after that I proceed farther to her navel and kissed it.
I removed her petticoat, she was in black panty. I started to kiss her inner thighs and then I smelled her pussy over her panty, then I removed panty, and put in tongue in her pussy lips, she was holding my hair very tightly. She had little hairs on her pussy after that I had a finger fucked her, first with one finger, then with two, then with three. Her ass was round as an apple. Big as a full moon and light colored like ice cream. I just wanted to touch it. Once. It was the kind of ass, which if you touch with your cock, your cock might skid and slide and get buried inside her pussy within seconds.
Both got exhausted and laid side by side naked. She seems to be satisfied and we chat sometime while playing with each other organs. She told me uncle had never eaten her pussy and she loved my pussy eating. Moreover my dick is much bigger than uncle’s dick. Mean I got another erection as she played with it. So I wanted to her another lesson. I asked to come over me and kept her pussy over my dick and asked her to give a slight push.
At first she hesitated and told me her cunt want a dick that is all. But I insisted it will give her more pleasure. I persuaded her to do that. She cried while my dick entering and she moved her buttocks up and down automatically with moaning. But the two lovely mangoes are in front me and took both of them in one mouth. She shuddered and come. She laid on me for few minutes and she went for bath. Her thighs were hairless. Her crotch only sported that triangle surrounding the cunt. Sexy to the max! Her panties coming off was poetry. Slow and sensual and inviting. The panties let go of her lips down below. They fell through into the open air. The aroma reached my nostrils, driving me insane. Beauty at its best. I must admit I am a pussy admirer. And how much admiration I had for this pussy? I can’t explain here.
Neither of us had uttered a word as she rolled her panties off. Her cheeks looked flushed. Her eyes looked dry and were wide open.I moved up and she hugged me tight. I lay on top of her. She rolled over and we both lay on our sides for hours, hugging tight and just relaxing, skin to skin. Our crotches met. She didn’t say a word. The entire time, I lay next to her with a throbbing cock touching her pussy. We quickly went inside and got freshened up and fell on the bed .Asked aunt aunt about how she felt whole session, and she was happy and said that she never imagined that we both will have sex like this and that too after marriage, this is so thrilling and nice experience. I kept on asking her all sorts of questions. Whose cock you liked the most, your husbands on mine, to which she said. I liked the length and thickness of your cock. Also told her to keep sending me nude pics whenever I ask for it. And she agreed. We slept off.
Its our sex experience We make out and have sex every time we get a chance. She let me have the dildo. I put it in my ass every time I jerk off. It increases the pleasure .Friends Please leave a comment your valuable feedback to naughtyharshith@gmail.com………..
Thank you all……

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Guy from the bar

Guy from the bar
Guy hubby had arranged to meet in the local it got a bit naughtrings

After meeting in the bar we all sit around and chat, not much small talk, it’s already been said. Just her sitting between us and getting slightly loosened up on southern comfort and American  dry

We are sitting facing away from people. A good idea as my hand is running up the inside of the short skirt I insisted she wore and stroking her inner thigh, up to her already juicy cunt lips. I nod my head to him inviting him to do the same and soon his hand joins mine in stroking her thigh. I move to one side to let him sample for the first time her juices.

I continue to stroke her thigh. Her head tilts back and she grips my hand, I can’t see but I know he’s found her clit and no doubt massaging it. She releases my hand and cups the back of my head pulling it to her face, kisses me devours my mouth. Our tongues collide repeatedly, she releases me enough to say omg this was a great plan of yours,
i see her face as she cums again, i want to suck his cock she wispers in my ear and with that i take her by the hand and leave the bar closely followed by the stranger
we walk to our car and i open it she gets in the back behind the passenger seat i get into the drivers seat then the other rear door opens and the stranger gets in the back of the car closes the door before she can say anything he lays her down and puts his face between her legs and she moans hes eating her pussy and shes just loving it im watching and cant keep my cock in my pants its bursting out

Then his head comes up and she sits up he leans in and kisses her while releasing his rock hard cock he pulls away from her and moves her head down towards his cock and she takes it in her mouth gently moving her lips up and down his shaft and sucking the head licking it like a lollipop i could see the delight in his face as she did this all at once he gave a loud moan and shot his load into her mouth
Which she swallowed and kept sucking
till she drained him
i said now my turn i got out and went into the back pulled my cock out and she went straight to it sucking and licking it felt so good he was back fingering her then he opened the door i thought he was leaving but he wasn’t finished yet he pulled her out of the car and bent her over head through the door and arse towards him i move into position so my cock was back in her mouth i could see him lift her skirt, by the sound she made i knew he was in her i could feel her gently rocking back and forth as he fucked her,
 she was finding it hard to keep sucking me as his big cock started to pound her wet pussy harder and faster
Her moans and gushing let me know she was enjoying it,
 i kept wanking as he fucked her pussy then i just could not contain it i shot my load into her face then a couple of seconds later he maoned and came again this time in her wet pussy he pulled out pulled his jeans up and left,
 i got in drivers seat she stayed in the back and we drove away
When we got home we went straight into the sitting room where i  sat her down opened her legs and buried my face in her wet pussy i could smell and taste him between her legs she came again so did i we both collapsed on the sofa what a night

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Real-Life Fun in the Library

Real-Life Fun in the Library
During my university days I was lucky enough to have a wonderfully-curvy girlfriend who was more than happy for me to pleasure her every chance I got. This is one of my most erotic memories of those very special times and goes a long way to explaining my life-long penchant for pleasuring lovely, sensitive, needy breasts!Luxury

Looking at my girlfriend dressed demurely in a thick, floppy, woollen sweater you wouldn’t know that it hid an amazing pair of big C-cups. This particular winter’s day I had come from a separate lecture and found her in the library, sitting at one of the study desks. I’m sure you know the type … a long row of desks with small walls partitioning off each one. I drew up the chair from the desk next to her, but moved it behind her, sat down and put my strong arms around her. Pulling her gently back in her chair and into my firm chest, I kissed the sensitive spot at the back of her neck which made her shiver just a little. Sensing her spark of arousal, I dropped my hands to around her waist and kissed her again on the side of the neck. Enjoying my kissing, she shuffled forward in her chair so she was more hidden by the desk’s walls. Fortunately the nearest person was about 4 desks away and paying us no attention.Appreciating her new positioning, both my hands now crept under the bottom of her soft, voluminous sweater, its folds and the desk walls nicely hiding my actions. I was surprised to immediately encounter her warm skin – she hadn’t bothered with a T-shirt underneath that day! Teasingly, I tickled my fingertips up her tender tummy until they reached the bottom of her soft cotton bra. As I played my tantalising fingertips over the undersides of her lovely round C-cups, she shut her eyes and relaxed into my firm hug – she was a big fan of my loving attentions to her wonderful, needy curves! Circling my fingertips up, I revelled in the lovely roundness of her breasts until I met her deep, exposed cleavage. Glancing around to make sure we were still unobserved, I deftly pulled the top of her bra down so it lay underneath her her now-freed breasts. Although hidden by the sweater, I can assure you that when my beloved’s breasts were swinging free, they were magnificent in form and perfect in size :-)Cupping & rhythmically squeezing both her luscious C-cups in my palms, I could feel her tit-flesh swell with arousal, mirrored by her deepening breathing. Knowing what she really wanted – nay, needed – I delayed a little until I finally let my fingertips sweep softly over her aureoles.  By now they were just the way I like them – wrinkled in arousal from my continued caressing 🙂 Finally, my fingertips grasped her big, turgid nipples; I twirled them, tweaked them, pulled on them, caressed them; until with her head laying back on my shoulder, her eyes closed, her breathing jerky and her thighs slowly squeezing together under the desk, she unmistakably craved more.Continuing to pleasure her rock-hard nipples with one hand, my other hand slid back down to her waist; her breath caught in her throat as I deftly flicked open the top button of her jeans, and still hidden by the sweater, my fingers crept downwards. Her rhythmic squeezing together of her beautiful thighs stopped as they parted for me to discover just how soaked her cotton panties already were! I pushed my fingers through the thin fabric of her panties into her pussy hole, over & over again, which in turn caused the fabric to pull against her clit 😀 She had obviously lost control by now, as underneath the desk her pelvis was thrusting slowly against my fingers and she was trying to stifle her repeated gasps of lust. With fulfilling her womanly needs being my own greatest pleasure, I slipped my fingers past the crotch of her panties and dived them into her hot, needy pussy-hole! Seconds later, with my fingertips caressing her G-spot, the palm of my hand pressing on her bulging clit and her needy nipples still receiving my loving attentions, she came! And as if she wasn’t wet enough already, she squirted as she came over & over again, absolutely soaking my hand and the rest of her cotton panties!As her barely-controlled panting eventually subsided, she tongue-kissed me deeply – and then looked at her watch. She was late for a tutorial! After telling me I was a very naughty boy she quickly kissed me again, then departed to clean herself up so hopefully no-one would suspect she’d just had an earth-shaking public orgasm!! And I was left with the musky, sweet smell of her juices which I breathed deeply off my hand, satisfied in the pleasure I had brought her yet again.

This story remains (C) Breast Inspector. Unless titled as “Real Life”, all stories and characters within are purely fictional.

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A beautiful ruin – Three times knocking. Part 3

A beautiful ruin – Three times knocking. Part 3
13 January, 2014
“At least you love her,” the woman at the window mumbled barely audible. “That’s the only thing that matters.”
Sam, sitting at the far end of the kitchen table, lost in thoughts, froze at his mother’s words and instantly looked over to her.
“What did you just say?” Sam managed, dreading the worst.
“I’m just glad that it happened with somebody that loves her….and cares for her”, she added staring into the distance with a peaceful expression already reconciled with her deadly fate. Part of her was not there anymore. She was in limbo.
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26 January, 2014

Hours after their mother had left, the only people that still remained in the house were her children; sitting at the table in silence, not yet able to grieve as there was no room for grieving yet. It would take some more months for the children to fully realize what had happened to them and what it meant. It would take some more years to fully accept it.

It had felt unreal to watch him bent over his mother’s face desperately eager to take in every little word she might still whisper into his ears; the final words imbued with the essential.  He had held on far too tightly to her bony wrinkly little hands that had left the power a long time ago. What could they tell him? What kind of power did that woman still hold over him?

Also the smell felt unreal. Crisp sheets, dazzlingly white, emanating the flowery odour of the newly born wrapped around a corpse that would – when the time was ripe – start giving off the stench of the dying. The body he had carried in his arms up the stairs, up into the bedroom would start to decompose, to disintegrate right before his eyes, and nothing would be left to remind him of the woman that he had sacrificed himself to. It had been a mutual act. This must be kept in mind, at all times.  The boundless love, but also the painful contempt, the sense of ownership she felt for him; everything would be gone. And he had no way yet to deal with it.

They were sitting at opposite ends of the huge antique wooden table in their living room, with a decent amount of distance between them. This is how things had finally worked out. It is not the way they had planned it. Instinctively, either had taken a seat just where it seemed most appropriate, which was at that time as far from each other as possible.

And the little baby was sleeping tightly in its crib.

He had kissed her when she stood in the open door. And what was supposed to be a fleeting peck turned out to be a full-blown kiss squarely on the lips. Only the two of them knew why that was an indecency. None of their relatives noticed anything. A painful expression started to appear on Alice’s face. She apologized awkwardly, ran into the house, up to her room and stayed there for some time. It was assumed by her relatives that it was the impact of the impending death of her mother, but both of them knew it was something else that always lingered with them uncomfortably, and would dig itself back to the surface in moments like these, earthy, beautiful and deadly, seeking liberation, seeking recognition.

And now they were facing each other again, as equals.

Fleetingly, Sam glanced over to his little niece, a mop of soft blond hair peeking out visibly from her crib. Such peace of mind, he thought. What would I give for that.

Sam knew his sister wasn’t in love with the guy she had married. She liked him well enough, for sure, but it was clear that Alice had chosen him in the first place because he lacked anything that would remind her of her brother.

He had already looked through their mother’s will. Nothing too surprising had come up. Everything had already been dealt with adequately when she was still alive. There were only a few passages left that Sam and Alice had to ponder over since it concerned items that their mother had bequeathed to both of their children, leaving the final decision up to them. A few days earlier, Sam thought that she didn’t know what she was doing, but now it was crystal clear that she had known exactly.

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13 January, 2014

“At least you love her,” the woman at the window mumbled barely audible. “That’s the only thing that matters.” 

Sam, sitting at the far end of the kitchen table, lost in thoughts, froze at his mother’s words and instantly looked over to her.

“What did you just say?” Sam managed, dreading the worst.

“I’m just glad that it happened with somebody that loves her….and cares for her”, she added staring into the distance with a peaceful expression already reconciled with her deadly fate. Part of her was not there anymore. She was in limbo.

His worst expectations had come true. She had known all along.

Sam went numb, a muffled scream rising from the inside, remaining there, suppressed.

He closed himself off to the outside world, and as a mere shell he went on from there.

He heard himself talk, felt the muscles in his mouth move, watched the scene through somebody’s eyes, but it was a stranger’s eyes, a stranger’s voice, a stranger’s senses. Once again he had surrendered control. And it evoked painful memories of past incidents in which he was forced to watch himself becoming the lowest of creatures ever to have roamed this earth.

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26 November, 2005

In the small hours

When Sam pulled out abruptly, gasping frantically, Alice erupted into hysterical giggling, very quickly shifting to the sort of desperate crying that sounded as if no one in this world could ever be happy again.

Sam sank down on his calves, very slowly, watching his sister in front of him, watching the merest amount of dark blood run across her thighs in few very thin pearly rivulets, and then looking at his own sex gradually shrinking down to its normal size. He moved his hand to his face wiping away the sweat and tears. He had wept, but he hadn’t noticed, and he couldn’t feel any of it. It was all the same. Nothing mattered. 

Suddenly his head began to feel very heavy, as if it had been blown up to double its size, and he covered his face with both his hands, slowly bending his head towards the ground.

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26 July, 1996

In the early morning hours

Alice was milling around mindlessly in a state of utter confusion and lunacy; in a district she had never been before. What she was looking for, she did not know exactly.

No, she did know.

She had only forgotten; for the time being at least.

But when the drugstore appeared in front of her, she remembered again; the pure madness that had inevitably led her here. Where she could erase the last night, burn it down to the ground in her body and mind until only the cinders were left.

It would be easy.

Purposefully like a madman she stumbled down the empty dimly lit aisle, her eyes sharp and focussed scouring for those pills that would prevent the worst.

When she had gotten hold of them, she put them in her shaking hands covering them like frail eggs, and then returned to the check-out where she put the packet on the conveyor.

The bleary-eyed cashier paid her no mind.

“29,90,” she said.

Alice handed her the money, put the pills in her bag and wanted to leave when the cashier suddenly looked up and smiled weakly.

“Back to bed now, isn’t it?”

Alice stared at the woman as if she was mad, turned on her heel and exited wordlessly.

“Obviously….,” she still heard the woman mumble in an indifferent tone when she was already standing on the sidewalk.

Before her eyes, the image of Sam lying in bed, naked and warm-limbed, appeared, and Alice started to shiver involuntarily.

She wrapped herself more tightly into her jacket and looked east where one could already see the pale light of the rising morning sun. It would be a beautiful clear day.

There had been no talk. Just his arms tightly embracing her from behind as well as that peculiar smell all around her, bodily fluids mingled, his soft breathing against her ear, and kisses on her nape that still burned like blisters. His lips seemed to be glued to her body, and Alice could not yet imagine that this feeling would ever leave her again.

Alice rummaged in her bag for the pills, took one, swallowed it and then emptied her water bottle.

It’s all over now, baby blues.

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13 January, 2014

“I don’t know what you’re talking about mother. What are you talking about?” Sam whispered.

His mother did not reply. Not immediately. Her eyes still fixed on the only window in the room, she indicated Sam to come nearer.

He did.

“You must promise me one thing, son,” she said, “Promise me that you’ll take care of her. That you’ll take good care of her. You owe that to me. And to yourself.”

Sam couldn’t have told in retrospect if she had said that last sentence herself or if he had added it in his mind.

“It’s boundaries. I always knew. You would have needed some boundaries. I didn’t set any,” his mother added thoughtfully in a voice hardly audible. “I was too selfish, irresponsible. I don’t blame you.” And that’s when she turned her head and looked at her son somewhat sad, but also with affection.

He was standing there, slightly confused at her last words, locking eyes with his mother, slowly passing away, and couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge what didn’t need any acknowledgment anymore.

“You must be tired,” he muttered, “you need to rest. Why don’t you sleep for a while?”

“So much time to sleep; an eternity in fact,” his mother laughed croakily.

 Sam stepped back, strangely appalled at the grim sense of humour.

Of course, the grim reaper at her back, there was no other time, when it would be more fitting.

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26 July, 1996

In the early morning hours

When Sam opened his eyes, his head aching from unsettling dreams that had visited him the night before, she was not there anymore. And it was still dark outside.

The moment he consciously inhaled, his senses were immediately met with a sweet, yet somewhat pungent smell freely unfolding in his bedroom. And that’s when guilt and shame at once occupied his body and seemed to swallow him whole.

Oh, no. No. No. No.

But it didn’t need his acknowledgement anymore. The facts were all out in the open, stinging his nostrils.

It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok.

Was the only thing that he had whispered when it was all over and she silently wept and he had to think of summer rain softly pattering against the window panes. Stroking her hair, somewhat absent-mindedly, somewhat frantically not wanting to let her go. Not wanting to let reality inside. The reality of what they had done.

He was wide awake now, his head pounding.

He sat up in his bed and was painfully aware of his nakedness, an indecency; Adam fallen from grace, belched out of paradise.

He pressed his right hand against his chest where he could still feel her fingers imprinted like scorch marks.

There was no way any longer to distinguish hers from his.

 It was all the same.

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26 January, 2014

After midnight

“Do you want some coffee?” Sam asked casually.

It was late at night when they were finally finished.

Alice had not laid any claim to anything, and they had agreed that there was no need to determine exactly what would belong to whom. If there were any discords they were sure to be able to set them amicably.

The truth was: They were both incredibly tired, and neither wanted to discuss matters of comparatively little importance. Now that their mother was gone, it all seemed so banal; trifles really.

Without lifting her eyes Alice replied. “Yeah, that would be nice. I need something warm in my belly.”

She stood up and went over to her baby’s crib; not a screaming issue, this one.

Sam also stood up and went over to the kitchen starting the coffee machine.

It was well after midnight.

When he came back, the coffee machine sputtering weakly in the background, Alice was still standing at the crib watching her daughter sleeping.

“She looks like you”, Sam said.

Instantly he could have slapped himself.

“She looks beautiful,” he added quickly. But the damage was done. There was no way to mend it. And Alice did not reply.

“I wasn’t myself,” he suddenly burst out. “You know that, don’t you?”

He could have slapped himself again; harder this time.

The harm could not be undone. He knew. But still he kept talking, against better knowledge.

Alice didn’t move, but she listened.

And when Sam was finished blaming himself for everything, Alice finally turned painfully slowly and looked her brother straight in the eyes, an expression on her face that was devoid of any pretence.

“I wanted it too. You know that, don’t you,” she said under her breath, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “Both of us are to blame, if it was about blame, but it’s not!”

Alice had not moved an inch. She was just staring at Sam accusingly. The half-healed wound was starting to crack again.

“Why did you have to bring it up again? What’s the use?” Alice whispered in a highly strung voice.

With one hand she held on to the crib, her knuckles white from gripping so tightly. Her eyes were wide open, her dark pupils filling the void.

“You cannot do anything about it! Just stop and never mention it again!” Alice had raised her voice now, and behind her the little baby in the crib started moving uneasily.

“I’m sorry. I love you, no matter what has……,” Sam said his voice fading, knowing it would only make matters worse. But he just couldn’t bear the thought that things between them would never be good again. And he had to try at least, try anything, at all.

Alice’s eyes seemed to dissolve in tears when she finally spoke.

“I know,” she simply said swallowing the tears, her voice surprisingly steady.

“I love you too. But you have to stop and leave it be.”

He felt the need to walk over to her, be close to her, do whatever he could, as little as that was, but she stopped him. “Don’t,” she warned, raising her hands in front of her chest in a desperate gesture of defence although he had not taken one single step in her direction. “Don’t!” she repeated firmly as if her life was under serious threat.

Sam had always wanted to make it up to her since that fateful day nearly 20 years ago. He knew he couldn’t. He had taken something away from her that was not his to take. And he had given her something that was not his to give.  There was still a glimmer of hope in the years to come where it seemed that things between them could work out again, but after that second act of indecency when the siblings got reunited in the vilest way, all hope was gone.

Alice’s breathing was shallow and strained, the carotid protruding sharply on her neck, and Sam thought he could hear her heart pounding all around him. His head was reverberating with the steady beating, and the ground underneath him seemed to be vibrating with the constant hammering of a vital organ.  

She had still not moved.

And he didn’t know what to do.

In the background the coffee machine was still sputtering softly. It was broken.

The baby seemed to be sleeping again. There was no sound coming from the crib.

Suddenly Alice slumped to the ground, exhaling with desperation, as if all the air had been sucked out of her at once, and she buried her head in her arms.

 “I’m tired, I’m just so tired of fighting it,” Alice mumbled unintelligibly talking to herself. “How long do I have to pay? One should think I’ve already paid enough,” Alice said bitterly.  “How mad I’ve been, how grotesquely sick! I even wanted to keep it. Can you believe it? Can you believe how dumb I was? Thank God this decision was not left up to me.”

Alice laughed mirthlessly and darkly. Like people laugh at very evil jokes. It felt like a knife cutting through thin air. And Sam began to feel weak in the knees coming to a horrible conclusion. It must have happened that night when she didn’t want him to drive her to hospital. The thought had crossed his mind, but it was too horrible an idea to conceive. So he had left it in the dark. But some things have a wonderfully inventive if cruel way of slithering back into consciousness.

“I just want it to stop,” Alice suddenly said in a mere whisper, mouth dry, looking at Sam beseechingly and wearily. “Make it stop, Sam!”

“You wanted to keep it……,” Sam said, his voice on the edge of cracking, and despite himself started to walk over to his sister in a futile attempt to mend things.

But some things are beyond mending.

“Stay where you are,” she hissed threateningly and he stopped in his tracks; not knowing what to do with his hands uselessly, limply hanging down.

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February 2005

A freezing winter night

Sam’s distorted face above hers pumping mindlessly, she was lying underneath him eyes closed, imagining blue skies and other galaxies full of wonder and void.

“You wanted it too,” he had choked out when he shoved his cock inside her relentlessly. “You can’t take it away from me now sweetie.” He pinned her down to the ground, empty eyes fixed on her, and started to thrust furiously.

“It’s not love,” he whispered in her ears, keeping up the maddening pace. “Keep that in mind at all times, honey. It’s not love.” And everything dissolved in scarlet shades when Alice startled from sleep, waking up in a cold sweat, her abdomen aching excruciatingly. Instantly she reached between her thighs only to find that they were all sticky and wet. And she did find something else there which put her in a state of terrible trepidation.

It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok, she whispered to herself trying to stay calm, trying not to wake anybody, but cold fear filled her body and mind, and when she got up grasping her stomach, she could not help but groan with pain.

As silently as she managed, she made her way over to the bathroom, provisionally cleaning herself in the shower. As soon as she had wrapped herself in a towel, she wanted to go back to her room where she had left her clothes. But when she opened the bathroom door, she noticed a faint light coming from the kitchen, the room she would have to pass on her way back. But when she tried to slink past, the door unexpectedly flew open, and it was her brother standing there at the fridge in the darkness of the kitchen. He was just about to close it when his watchful gaze fell upon Alice.

“What are you doing here?” she spat out watching Sam warily.

“I woke up from the shower,” he said sleepily wiping over his mouth still glistening with juice.

“What happened? Can I help you with anything? ”, he asked slightly concerned, gradually realizing that she was highly anxious. 

“I need to go to hospital. I’m going to call the ambulance,” Alice said evading Sam’s gaze.

“I can drive you,” Sam offered not asking any further questions. “Just put on some clothes, and I’ll be back in no time.” He wanted to get the keys when Alice hastened to assure that it was probably nothing serious and he didn’t need to drive her. She would just call the ambulance, and they would take her to hospital. Sam should go back to bed and sleep. Alice managed a smile and picked up the phone, but Sam insisted. “This is ridiculous. I’ll drive you. Why don’t you want me to drive you?” He reached for the receiver in order to wrench it out of his sister’s hand. But when that happened, Alice gave her brother an icy look. “I said no. Leave me alone.”

He gave up wanting to help her then, but he didn’t leave her until the ambulance was there, ensuring that she didn’t get worse although she glared at him the whole time, and it made him uncomfortable for more reasons than one.

He never asked her about the incident again. She claimed that her appendix had been inflamed, and Sam wanted to believe it, desperately.

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26 January, 2014

After midnight

“I cannot let it go.” Sam said almost sternly, and he walked across the room in order to take his sister in his arms at last.

She was standing there again in front of her baby’s crib, shaking fiercely. As he had reached her trying to embrace her tense body, she pushed him away and, between gritted teeth, choked out, “Don’t pretend, Sam! Don’t act as if we can innocently love each other again. I cannot!! There is no way!”

Sam stared at his sister, and knew she was right. There was no way.

“I cannot love you as my brother anymore, I can only love you as a……………as a man now,” she said tonelessly after struggling to get the words out, biting her lips until they drew blood. Red-spotted embarrassment started to creep up her neck and unfolded on her face. “There is just no way back,” she repeated, scratching her neck nervously, fixing her eyes on a spot next to Sam’s face that she never looked at directly.

And Sam noticed the fabric over her blouse tighten as her chest was heaving up and down, and her nipples hardening underneath.

What a twisted mind that God must have, Sam thought; what a twisted sense of humour to put people in hopeless situations like those and leave them there for your own entertainment.

It’s not me, son, it’s you. I gave you a free will. Have you already forgotten that? a wicked God seemed to ask. You can do whatever you want, choose whatever you want. I’m off the hook. I’ve been for a long time. Why are you still talking to me, stupid?? And the creator laughed a long drawn-out mean-spirited laugh echoing in Sam’s brain for what appeared to be an eternity. Sam would have laughed as well, and maybe he should have, but he couldn’t and his head started to ache.

“I cannot pretend, I just cannot,” Alice repeated sinking down onto the floor again, the baby in the crib whimpering softly. “Can you?” Alice asked looking up at Sam.

He couldn’t either, but he had really tried to, nobody could deny that.

“No,” he pressed out and felt his penis grow hard.

“Then love me,” Alice said soundlessly. “Love me like any man would love any woman.”

Sam had to admit, he was less surprised about her offer than he felt he should be. There had been no point when they would have been able to go back to the days of their youth when their relationship was still unburdened and innocent. If he was being honest with himself, he had to admit that there had been many incidents within the last couple of years that should have made it perfectly clear to him that theirs was not a “normal” relationship between siblings.  But he had shrugged it off every time.

The endless awkward encounters in the bathroom that nobody ever seemed to lock.

The hugs, kisses, and physical nearness in general that felt much more serious than it should have.

And in Alice’s case the fact that she compared every man that she ever got involved with to her brother. In intimate moments she had caught herself thinking how different it had felt to have Sam inside of her. And then horrified at her thoughts, she had invariably banished them to the deepest recesses of her mind.

Now she had put all her cards on the table.

And Sam was more than willing to play his judging from the bulge in his trousers.

“If you really want me to, I will.”

“I want you to,” she assured him, and it was as if a heavy pressure had already lifted a bit, just from admitting what they wanted and maybe needed.

Sam bent his knees and threw her a look, scared and eager. Alice opened the buttons on his shirt with trembling fingers, smiling when Sam tried to do the same with her blouse, failing as her arms got in the way. “You’re too impatient!” she scolded him softly although she could hardly wait herself to feel his naked body close to hers again. “Sorry,” he whispered, “I’ll be careful this time. I promise.” And she knew he still felt incredibly guilty about how rough and loveless their last sexual encounter had been; especially about the loveless part.

He just watched her then, his eyes glued to her fingers opening the last couple of buttons. And when she was finished, he reached over to unbutton her blouse, and when he did, his face was so close to hers that she could see the thick dark stubble on his face that was already growing again although he had shaved in the morning. Half consciously he licked over his dry lips and she inadvertently opened hers a bit wanting him in there. But he held it in a little longer. All the time she was observing him closely. Compared to hers, his hands were much bigger, his fingers long and elegant. She could still remember that moment when he had put two of them inside of her for the first time, so that she could get used to the feeling.

“Tell me if it’s painful,” he had muttered when he had entered her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He had not. The only thing Alice could feel was the constant rush of blood to her neither regions. “No, go on, it’s good,” she had said encouragingly. And so he had continued moving his fingers, his gaze never leaving her face. Alice had never forgotten that look he had given her all throughout. In a strange way she had felt as if she was part of the universe for the first time; as if she was everyone and everything at once. And this knowledge had been reflected in her brother’s eyes.

When he was done, he also opened her nursing bra. Alice looked at her swelling breasts, then at Sam and absent-mindedly said to him as if the thought had just popped in her head, “I need to feed her afterwards; they’ve started to hurt a little.” Sam was still watching her intently, his face inches apart from his sister’s.

“I want to fuck you,” he stated in a low, flat voice, looking at her with a desire that could have been any man’s in that very moment.

And before Alice fully realized, Sam had already yanked off his trousers revealing a throbbing erection. He gripped his sister’s thighs and swiftly pulled her towards him so that she came lying on the kitchen floor. He then reached beneath her skirt and inside of her panties sliding his fingers along the wet folds of her vagina.

Her face already flushed, Alice started to pant heavily, rubbing over her hard nipples with some exasperation, waiting for her brother to fill her.

The desire being overwhelming, Sam wanted nothing more than to shove his hard cock inside her, but he also knew that he wouldn’t last long if he continued like that, so he tried to hold back a few moments longer, and instead of fucking his sister, he took one of her nipples in his mouth and started to suck at it and then carefully bite it, which made Alice gasp in welcome surprise.  “Please do the other one!” Alice begged in a state of heightened arousal where guilt or shame had little room anymore. And so Sam did. After a while he moved upwards and opened Alice’s red swollen lips with this tongue, and they melted effortlessly with each other. And he could feel how his sister spread her thighs wider and pulled them closer to her body, so that Sam could easily penetrate her from a good angle and go deep inside.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, her eyes glazed and her lips soft and wet. “Do you really want me to?” Sam grinned mischievously at his sister and teased her by flicking his tongue along one of her nipples. “How much do you want me to?” he asked seductively and moved close to her face again.

Alice drank it all in, every bit of male trait she was presented with. The hard edged jaw line that was probably the most masculine part of his face apart from the thickly growing facial hair; the prominent Adam’s apple that was moving up and down as Sam kept swallowing repeatedly and the dark curly hair on his chest glistening with sweat. His sensual red lips opened again and Alice didn’t listen to what he said, she just took it in, that wonderfully mellow slightly raspy deep voice of his that made her urge to be fucked by him increase ever  more in dimension. And then he didn’t say anything anymore, he just looked at her with his bright hazel eyes in slight wonderment, as any man would probably have.

And then he moved away from her face, reached under her skirt again, shoved the knickers up to her knees in one quick pull, and positioned himself at Alice’s entrance, pushing his cock inside impatiently, opening his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning in deep satisfaction. He felt he had to keep himself in check so as not to spill his semen at once.

It was particularly hard this time.

So he didn’t move for a few moments just lingering over her, savouring the feeling of being inside her, taking in her naked form, the hard nipples, the bewildered expression on her face, the flushed cheeks. And then after a while he slowly started again never taking his eyes off of her face while he was thrusting steadily and firmly, every time pulling his cock out halfway and quickly shoving it back inside never letting her accommodate completely.  He knew he couldn’t keep it up much longer, but she couldn’t either. Her arousal must have been huge since after just a few thrusts Sam could feel Alice’s vagina convulse in violent contractions around his cock, and she let out long animalistic wails, digging her fingers into his back and crying helplessly, but also relieved. After a few more short vigorous thrusts Sam reached completion as well, sinking down on his sister’s upper body, gasping heavily.

“Can you stay inside of me for a bit longer, Sam?” Alice asked almost shyly after they had both calmed down a bit.

“Sure, I will,” Sam instantly said, exhausted and then amazed when he realized that he had almost forgotten how old they both already were. At the moment his sister looked as if she was 20 again, not 35.

A peculiar warmth was spreading through his body, when he was lying there merged with his sister. 

And a strange thing happened.

He saw himself crossing that border and never looking back again.

Making things easy, making them better, and finally leaving the guilt behind.

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He “wakes up” and acts shocked. “Gina! What are you doing?” he says. I lift my head and let him go. “Im sorry daddy, I was so horny and I have wanted you for so long. I couldnt help myself. Please let me go on.”cheating

Hi! Meggie again. I want to tell you about a client I had today. I’ll call him Rick. He is 45 and a nice looking man. Rick works with my stepfather. Rick told me about his life. He told me about his cold fish wife that just lays there while he fucks her. She just waits for him to be done. He told me about his daughter who he says resembles me. He told me his dirty little secret is that he thinks about his daughter while fucking his wife. He says its the only way he can get off while fucking a cold, lifeless pussy. He told me how he thought about approaching his daughter, but before he could he heard her telling her friend that incest is disgusting. Oddly enough it made him want her more. I told him I get it, my first was my stepfather.

So he tells me he wants me to pretend to be his daughter. He wants me to call him daddy and he will call me Gina. He will pretend to be asleep and I should approach him and wake him in a sexual way and really want it with him. I can do that, I tell him.

He’s lying in the bed covered only by a sheet. I udress and pull off the sheet. He’s still limp. Nice. I love making a cock go from soft to rock hard. I lie down next to him and not using my hands, I take his limp cock into my mouth and begin to suck it. He moans. He “wakes up” and acts shocked. “Gina! What are you doing?” he says. I lift my head and let him go. “Im sorry daddy, I was so horny and I have wanted you for so long. I couldnt help myself. Please let me go on.” I dont wait for an answer, I resume sucking his now growing cock and now Im fondling his balls.

“Gina, baby girl, your mouth feels so good on my cock”, he is stroking my hair as I suck him. “Yes baby, suck daddys cock. Make it hard for daddy.” he says. I do. He is moaning, “mmmm yes Gina, you suck cock so well. Dont ever stop sucking me.” he says. I leave his cock and start licking and sucking his balls while stroking him with my hand.

“Oh Gina! Where did you learn that? Have you done this to your boyfriend?”

“No daddy. Ive never done this to anyone before, you are my first. Ive always wanted you to be my first.” I said. I alternate between his cock and his balls. He moans. “I love you baby girl. Ive wanted to feel your lips on my cock for so long. I want to taste your pussy and have your come on my face, then I wasnt to put my hard cock into your soft, wet pussy and fuck you till you scream out in pleasure.”

After a while he stops me. “I want to make you feel good too baby girl. Let daddy eat your pussy.” He puts me on my back and spreads my legs. He begins to lick me, his tongue running back and forth between my pussy lips.

“Oh daddy! Yes daddy, yes! That feels so good. Mmmmm. Lick me, lick my pussy daddy.” I say as he is licking me up and down, flicking my clit, sending small ripples of pleasure thru me. “Oh, oh oh! It feels so good. Daddy please, suck my clit, suck it daddy please!” I cry out. He does. He is sucking my clit and Im pushing up at his face. “Mmmmmmmm! Daddy! Daddy…put your tongue in me, fuck me with your tongue.” I say.

He does. His tongue is thrusting in and out of my pussy and he’s flicking my clit with his finger. “OHHHHHHH! Daddy, daddy, daaaaaaaadddddddyyyyyyy!” I squeal as I climax on his face. He dont stop. “Daddy! Dont ever stop, its so goooooood.” I croon. As I come down from my orgasm. He’s still licking, he cant get enough. I know its me calling him daddy that drives him.

“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy” I moan softly as my head turns from side to side. I feel another orgasm start. Its not as big but its there. “Ohhhhh Im cumming again! Daaaaaadddy!” Still he keeps licking and sucking at my, his fingers and tongue taking turns in my pussy.

“Daddy I want you to fuck me now, please daddy, please fuck me!” I beg him.

He looks up, his face is glistening with my juices. “Are you sure baby girl? The first time it might hurt you. Ill be gentle but it might still hurt.”

“I dont care daddy , I need to feel your big hard cock in my pussy now!” I tell him.

He takes his cock in his hand and runs it up and down my pussy, teasing my clit. “Now daddy. Do it now! Dont be gentle, just do it. Do it hard. I want to feel it daddy. Please!” I wrap my legs around him as he puts the head of his cock inside me. “Fuck me now daddy, do it now!” I growl. I pull with my legs as he thrusts into me all the way. I feel his balls against me, he’s balls deep. I gasp and grimace as if it hurts. He stills.

“Did I hurt you baby? Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes daddy Im fine, go. Fuck me now, daddy I need you to fuck me. Make me cum again with your big hard cock in my tight little pussy. Daddy! Fuck me!” He begins to fuck me fast and hard, his eyes are wild as he thrusts in and out of me. “Oh fuck daddy that….so….goood…daddy….daddy…daddy..” I repeat over and over with every thrust of his cock. I feel a third orgasm start. “Im….gonna…cum….daddy.” and I do. I cum as he is fucking me, he keeps going fucking me as I cum on his cock. “oh daddy you fuck so good, I want to do this all the time. You make me feel so good daddy the way to lick my pussy and fuck me. Please tell me we can do this over and over daddy.”

He looks at me and gives a thrust and I feel his cum spurt out of him. Spurt after spurt of hot cum in my pussy. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!” he collapses on me. “Thank you Gina baby, that was incredible”. He rolls off of me.

I stay on the bed as he dresses . “Thank you. I haven’t had sex that good in years. Its well worth the money.” He says as he puts a wad of bills on the table. “Ill be in touch.” He leaves the room.

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Neither of us said a word about what both of us were thinking. We waited 2 hours to be sure she wouldnt come back. I went up to my room and he followed. We both stripped down I sat on the bed and he was standing next to it.cheating

My name is Meggie. Im 20 yrs old and a junior at the local college. For the past two years, since I’ve been “legal”, I’ve supported myself by being what they call a sex worker. I prefer to call myself a pleasure broker. Men come to me and I help them find pleasure. Its simple. I grew up with my single mother who ran thru men like a hot knife thru butter. When I was 15 she married a big city man who decided he liked exposing himself to her daughter. I didn’t mind though, I was always curious about sex. I liked reading erotic stories, watching porn on the laptop she bought me and diddling myself with whatever I could find that would fit in my pussy. I masturbated with everything from hairbrush handles to cucumbers and carrots I found in the fridge. Once out of desperation I even used a sausage that I found thawing on the counter. I got off with it once in my room after school and again as I watched my stepfather eat it and tell my mom how delicious it was.

I mentioned my stepfather exposing himself to me. Not long after they were married and we moved into his house, I was lounging in the living room and he walked thru wearing a towel after he had showered. On his way back thru, his towel slipped right in front of me. I got a good look at his dick and balls. He had a nice set. Another time he came out of the bathroom naked just as I was coming out of my room. He acted surprised and ducked back in. Then there was the time we were hanging out by the pool, he stopped by the lounge chair I was sunning myself in and propped his foot up on the end of the chair. His dick and balls were clearly visible as his trunks were short and loose fitting. He knew I could see and made no move to cover up, just kept talking to me about cleaning up my room. As time went on he just stopped pretending and would expose himself to me any chance he got. He knew I liked it, and I did.

One night when I was a senior in high school, my mom went out with some friends from her work. I wasnt naive. My room was right right across from the bathroom upstairs. I waited till he was in the shower. I let my door open a crack, then stripped and got on the bed. I found my favorite porn movie and turned up the volume a bit. I positioined myself so if he lookd thru the small crack he’d have a birdseye view of my masturbating. I began to diddle myself with a cucumber as the movie played. I heard the shower go off and then the door open. I started moaning. Sure enough, the door eased open a little bit further. I knew he was watching. I had my legs spread, was stroking the cucumber in my pussy and rubbing my clit. After a little while the door opened and my stepfather stood in the doorway. He watched me pleasure myself. Then his hand went to his dick and he began jerking off with me. I watched him, enthralled. Id never seen a man do that other than in movies. I licked my lips and said, “come closer”.

He shut the door and came and stood by the bed. We watched each other masturbate. I started to orgasm. He was breathing heavy and jerking his cock. He said, “Thats it, come baby, come!” As I finished and lay there panting with a cucumber laying between my legs. He aimed his cock at my stomach, grunted and came in big spurts. I’d had many things in my pussy but never a mans cock. I’d sucked on many things and pretended they were cocks but never sucked a real one. I touched the puddle of cum that lay on my stomach. It was warm and sticky. I put my fingers to my mouth as he watched. I sucked them clean. I suddenly wanted to suck his cock but wasnt sure if he’d be able to get hard again. He was close to sixty yrs old. Then there was the sound of a car door slamming. We both started. He took off for the bathroom and I pulled the covers over me and pretended to be asleep.

I lay there thinking about what had just happened. I knew I should feel guilty but I didnt. I know my mother well. I know she was not the faithful sort. I know she had cheated on my stepfather more than once. I dont know if he knew or not.  She wasnt a bad person but her mothering skills werent the best. I decided my stepdad was going to be my first lover. Thinking about it made me horny again so I foung my cucumber and lay there in the dark fucking myself with the veggie, pretending it was my stepdad. I didnt find him attractive in the least, but he had a really nice dick and balls for a man his age.

Not a word about what we did passed between us for over a week. Then one night at dinner my mom says they are invited to the wedding of a coworker and it will be an overnight trip. She told my stepdad he didnt have to go if he didnt want to since she knows he dont really like the friend that was getting married. I looked at my stepdad and gave him a suggestive smile. He looked away and said, “Yeah, I think Ill sit this out. I’ll stay here with Meggie. Dont worry about us, just go and have a good time.” That weekend she left on Saturday morning, kissed us goodbye and said to behave and she’d see us Sunday night.

Neither of us said a word about what both of us were thinking. We waited 2 hours to be sure she wouldnt come back. I went up to my room and he followed. We both stripped down I sat on the bed and he was standing next to it. His cock was starting to get hard already. I leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. He was startled, but didnt pull away. He said he thought we were just going to jerk off together again but if I was sure….
I stopped long enough to say, “Oh Im sure. Tonight I am going to do all the things Ive been thinking about for years. You are going to be my first.” I started sucking his cock again.

He said, “Your first? You mean you’ve never…youre a virgin?” I bobbed my head my sucking him.

“I had no idea.” He said. Then he started moaning. His cock was throbbing in my mouth. Id never given a blow job before but he seemed to be enjoying what I was doing. When I let his cock go and began licking and sucking his balls, he said, “Oh fuck that is so good!” He grabbed my head and held it as I sucked his balls. His cock throbbed against my face. He pulled away.

“For a virgin you sure know how to suck some cock and balls. I need a break or Im gonna cum”. He said.

I scooted back on the bed and spread my legs. “Then why dont you play with my pussy for a while.” I told him.

He lay next to me and ran his fingers between my pussy lips and found my clit. He played with it, making me squirm and moan. “Eat me. Eat my pussy.” I panted. He needed no other coaxing. He began licking my pussy, sucking my clit and sticking his tongue in my opening. I writhed and pushed up at him. When he sucked my clit and finger fucked me I came, clutching his head between my thighs and arching my back while screaming out in pleasure.

When I came down he was positioned between my legs, his cock aimed at my pussy. “Are your sure youre ready for this?” He asked.

“YES, yes, please fuck me now!” I begged him.

He rubbed his cock head between my pussy lips, teasing my clit then he slipped into my opening and in one hard thrust, he entered me. My years of masturbation made his entry easy. He paused to enjoy how tight and wet I was. “Oh baby you are so hot and wet and tight. This is going to be incredible.” He started to fuck me slowly at first with long slow strokes. Then he picked up speed. He pushed my legs up and back letting him go deeper. I gasped and moaned with pleasure as he fucked me. I loved how it felt as he moved in me.

Suddenly he pulled out of me and flipped me over. He spread my legs and enterd me from behind. He pounded me mercilessly, grunting and growling. I was moaning and cooing. It felt so good being fucked by my stepfather. I could see us in the mirror. I was spread eagle, face down, gripping the bars of the headboard. He was bracing himself on his arms, his legs straight out behind him, his hips thrusting in and out of me pussy. He face looked fierce as he growled out his pleasure. His eyes were closed, his lips were drawn back showing his teeth. He reminded me of a wild animal. It was enough to make me come again.

“Oh fuck! oh fuck! Thats so good. Fuuuuuck meeeeeee!” I cried as my orgasm ripped thru my body.

He continued to fuck me as I came. When I was done and lay there panting, he pulled out and turned me over again. He straddled me and aimed his cock at my tits as he jerked every last drop of cum from his dick.  Then he fell onto the bed next to me. 

I was 18 yrs old and had just been fucked for the first time by my almost sixty yr old stepfather and I didnt feel one bit guilty about it. I was thinking about how many times we could do it before tomorrow. Six. We fucked six more times before my mother came home the next day. We did it standing up, bent over a chair, doggystyle, sitting in a chair, me on top. We did everything but anal. He tried but it hurt too much. It was the beginning of a wonderful stepparent/stepchild relationship.

At the beginning of this story I said I was a pleasure broker. When I went to college, my stepfather paid for an apartment close to campus for me. We met there as often as we could and had all kinds of sex. If he had 10 mins Id blow him quickly, if he had more time we’d roleplay all kinds of stuff.  One day we pretended I was a hooker and he was a out of town businessman.  After we’d both come and were satisfied. I told him how I sometimes think about how exciting it would be to be a call girl. All the different men, doing all their favorite things and getting paid for it.

Long story short, he set me up. He had lots of older wealthy clients that he did business with. By the end of my freshman year I had a nice roster of clients that I pleasured. I was making good money and paying my own rent. One of my regular clients was in charge of handing out scholarships. So in exchange for a full ride scholarship, he got free weekly sessions with me. Everyone was happy. I cant wait to tell you more stories of my life.

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