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Efe ile Nilin Hikayesi.-1
“Efe, sana bir şey söylemek istiyorum” dedi Nil.

Deniz kenarında bir kafede oturuyorduk. İlk buluşmamızdı. Heyecandan ölecek gibi hissediyordum kendimi… Hoş, o da benden farklı değildi ama, bu cümlenin çok önemli, hayatımı değiştirecek kadar etkileyici bir cümle olduğunu henüz bilmiyordum o anda…

Amcamın komşusuydu Nil… Amcama gidip gelirken bana bakışları dikkatimi çekti önce… Çekingen bir delikanlıydım. Öyle gidip kızlara asılan, ayak üstü çıkma teklif eden fırlama tiplerden değildim. Şu kafede birlikte oturmayı nasıl başardığımı ben bile bilmiyordum.

Tabi, bunda Nil’in payı büyüktü şüphesiz… O çapkın bakışları, gülümsemesi, benimle konuşmaları… Hele o başında sürekli taktığı türbana rağmen, balık eti vücudunu belli eden daracık giyimleri, irice göğüslerini meydana çıkaran tişörtleri, kışın soğukta bile ikisi üçü açık duran gömlek düğmeleri, giydiği dizinin altına kadar uzanan fakat kalçalarının diriliğini ortaya koyan dar etekler…

Hasta olmuştum kıza… Onu görmeden duramıyordum ben de… Daha önce pek gidip gelmediğim amcamlardan çıkmaz olmuştum. Amca oğulları yoksa bile evin önünde dolanıyor, sürekli Nil’i görmeye çalışıyordum.

Sonunda başarmış, onu benimle çıkmaya ikna etmiştim. Şimdi de deniz kenarında başbaşa oturup onun elini tutabilmenin, sürdüğü egzotik kokuyu burun deliklerime çekebilmenin sarhoşluğundaydım.

“Söyle canım…” dedim. Elinin sıcaklığı elimi yakıyordu sanki…

“Ben…” dedi, sustu. Anlamıştım. Önemli bir konuydu. Onu hiç böyle görmemiştim tanıdığımdan bu yana… Gözleri dolu doluydu. Bir nefeste içindekini söyleyiverdi sonra,

“Efe, ben bakire değilim.”

Dudakları titriyor, gözlerindeki damlalar yanaklarından aşağı yuvarlanıyordu. Avucumun içinde duran eli kasılmıştı gerginlikten…

Bekliyordum böyle bir şey söylemesini… Kafamın içinde yankılandı sözleri bir süre… “Bakire değilim”

Güzel gözlerine baktım. Yaşlarla doluydu. Seviyordum onu… Ama gerçekten seviyordum. İlk darbeyi atlatmıştım, şimdi sorular dolanıyordu beynimde… Nasıl? Ne zaman? Kim? Soracağım soruları biliyordu o da… Ben sormadan yanıtları verdi bir kaç cümleyle…

***

“Daha en başta açık açık söylemek istedim” dedim Efe’ye…

Elimi tutmuş, meraklı gözlerle bana bakıyor, bekliyordu. Ne düşünüyordu acaba? Ah, bir bilebilsem… Ama anlatmalıydım ona, belki dozajı azaltarak, fazla yıpratmadan, ama bir ucundan da olsa gerçeği söylemeliydim müstakbel kocama…

“Söyle Nil…” dedi. “Bekliyorum.”

“Senden önceki erkek arkadaşımla ileri gittik. Benimle evleneceğini, ciddi olduğunu söyleyerek kandırdı beni… Ben de ona inandım, güvendim. Kendimi ona teslim ettim. Beraber olduk. Ama ilk erkeğim olmasına rağmen, benden kan filan gelmedi. Şu elastik zar olayı filan herhalde…

“Sonra…? Devam et…”

“Sonrası… Hasan inanmadı bana… Kız değilim diye yapmadığını bırakmadı. Bağırdı, çağırdı, hırpaladı. Bırakıp gitti öylece… Aradan biraz zaman geçince tekrar geldi. “Tamam, doğruyu söylediğine inanıyorum” dedi. Evlenme planlarımıza devam ederken bir kaç ay sonra da beni bırakıp çekti gitti. Piç gibi ortada bıraktı beni… Memleketine gitmiş, orada evlenmiş…”

Bütün bunları soluksuz anlatmıştım bir çırpıda… Sustum. Beklemeye başladım. Elimi Efe’nin elinden çekmiş, merakla anlattıklarımı nasıl karşılayacağını, yanıtının ne olacağını bekliyordum.

“Bir tek o gün mü beraber oldunuz peki?” dedi fısıltıyla…

“Yalan söyleyemem sana Efe… Bir iki defa daha zorladı beni… İşte sana anlatacaklarım bunlardı…”

Elimi tuttu bir eliyle, diğeriyle çenemden tutup kendine çevirdi. Kimseler yoktu etrafımızda, eğilip dudağıma kaçamak bir öpücük kondurdu, çekildi. Eli elimdeydi, bırakmamıştı.

“Seni seviyorum Nil…” dedi. “Erkeklerin ne kadar sinsi, pislik olduklarını kendi etrafımdan biliyorum. Hem yaparlar, hem böbürlene böbürlene anlatırlar. Sen de gençliğinle, toyluğunla bu pisliğin tuzağına düşmüşsün. Ne olursa olsun, başına ne gelmiş olursa olsun, seninle evlenmek istiyorum. Senden başkasıyla beraber olamam artık…” dedi.

İliklerim erimişti o anda… Etrafıma baktım, kimse yoktu, boynuna sarıldım minnetle, başımı omuzuna koydum. Sımsıkı sarıldı bana… İçim bir anda ferahlamış, rahatlamıştım. Hasan gitti gideli yaşadığım kabuslar, beni patlak patlak kim alır evlenir benimle korkuları sona ermişti. Efe her şeyi bitirmişti. Hıçkıra hıçkıra ağlamaya başladım.

***

Gidip istedik Nil’i, nişanlandık. Evlerine gidip gelmeye başladım. Pek evine bakmayan, ilgisiz garson bir baba, evi çekip çevirmeye çalışan bir anne, iki kız kardeş daha… Ablası evli iki çocuklu, küçük baldız okula gidiyor, 16 yaşlarında filan… Fakir, kendilerine ancak yeten, bazen sıkıntılar yaşayan gariban bir aile kısacası…

Amcam, komşusunun kızıyla nişanlanmama karşı çıktı önce… Tepki gösterdi. Anlam veremesem de aldırmadım. Kararlıydım. Mutluydum. Nil’in üstüne toz kondurmuyordum. Yediği darbe yüzünden yaralı nişanlıma destek olmaya çalışıyor, sevgimle, ilgimle onun gönül yarasını iyileştirmeye, yapılan kötülükleri unutturmaya çalışıyordum. Sık sık onu alıp gezmelere götürüyordum. El ele, kol kola, sarmaş dolaş bir nişanlılık dönemi yaşıyorduk.

Hiç dokunmadım ona, cinsellik yaşamadık. Bakire olmadığını bilmeme rağmen benimle sevişmesini isteyemedim. Öpüşüp koklaştık ama daha ileri gitmedik. Daha doğrusu Nil istemesine rağmen ben doğru değil diyerek engel oldum. Tam bir yıl geçti, benim doğum günüm geldi çattı.

“Sana bir sürprizim var” dedi. “Senin evdekileri ayarlasana, gündüz başbaşa olalım, doğum gününü kutlayalım.”

Bizimkiler zaten yoklardı. Evde yalnız kalıyordum. Merakla bana yapacağı sürprizi bekliyordum. O gün geldi. Evde heyecan içinde Nil’in gelmesini bekliyordum. Kapı çalındı, gidip açtığımda dona kaldım.

Nişanlım türbanı çıkarmıştı başından… Kumral saçlarını açık sarıya boyatmış, ince askılı kıpkırmızı bir tişört, mini bir etek, siyah ince çoraplarıyla karşımda duruyordu. Ağzım açık, ona bakıyordum. Güldü, kapı eşiğinden beni de iterek içeriye girdi. Kapıyı kapattı.

“Çok mu şaşırdın aşkım?” dedi. Gözleri parlıyordu. Yutkundum,

“Gerçekten şaşırdım Nil…” diyebildim. “Gözüm kapalı türbana alışmış. Seni böyle sarı saçlarla görünce…” Dudaklarını büzerek baktı,

“Beğenmedin mi yoksa sürprizimi?” dedi.

“Tam aksine… Harika olmuşsun. Fıstık gibisin. Çok seksi görünüyorsun bebeğim.”

Bir anda boynuma sarıldı, sımsıkı, dudaklarıma uzandı. Öpüşmeye başladık. Önce yavaştan başlayan öpüşmemiz şiddetini arttırdı, dudaklarımızı somuruyorduk birbirimizin…

Ona sarılan kolumu aşağıya indirdi öpüşmeye devam ederken… Sırtında duran elim kalçalarının üzerindeydi şimdi…. Avuçladım.

O bir yıldır doğru dürüst elleyemediğim, hayalini kurup otuzbir çektiğim geniş kalçaları parmaklarımın altındaydı. Mıncıklıyordum etini… Kapıya doğru ittim, hırsla kapıya yaslayıp memelerini avuçladım öpmeyi bırakmadan… Nefes almaya çalışıyor, saçlarımın arasında parmaklarını dolaştırıyor, kalçalarını olabildiğince bana doğru kaldırıp kasıklarını benim önümdeki sertliği hissetmek istercesine kasıklarıma bastırıyordu.

Ellerimi eteğinin altına uzattım. Bacağını okşayarak eteğin altına girdim, yukarıya çıktım. Çoraplı bacaklarının kayganlığı içimi eritmişti. O kayganlık hissinden sonra jartiyer çorabının dantellerini parmak uçlarımla keşfediyordum. Sonra da jartiyerinin kopçalarını, çorabın bittiği yerde ateşten teninin sıcaklığını… Ve tanga külodunu… Minicik, incecik dantel külodunun kapatamadığı kadınlığının dudaklarını…

Nişanlımın bir yıldır çıkmamıza rağmen hala gözümle görememiş olduğum amcığının dudaklarını avuçladım. Islaklığı parmaklarıma bulaştı. Zevk suları akmıştı nişanlımın, sırılsıklamdı apış arası… Ben kendimi kaybederek narin kukusunu avucumda sıkınca Nil,

“Aaahhh…” diye inledi dudaklarımın arasında… Soluk soluğa,

“Özür dilerim aşkım…” diyebildim. “Dayanamadım, kendimi kaybettim” diyecekken dudaklarımı ısırdı şehvetle,

“Devam et… Devam et sevgilim…” dedi. “Bana aldırma sen… Ne istiyorsan yap bana…”

Penisim taş kesilmişti adeta… İkimiz de hırsla sevişiyorduk. Adeta kavga edercesine bir sertlik vardı hareketlerimizde… Bir yılın birikimi vardı, kolay değil… Sonunda,

“Hadi aşkım…” dedi dudaklarını benden kurtarıp… “Beni yatak odasına götür. Doğum günü hediyeni vermek istiyorum.”

***

Kendimi bambaşka, seksi, ateşli, muhteşem hissediyordum. Zaten bunun için elimden gelen her şeyi yapmıştım. Ailemin, çevremin tepkilerini eleştirilerini göğüsleyerek türbanımı çıkarmış, saçımı boyatmış, giyim tarzımı değiştirmiştim. Nişanlıma muhteşem bir doğum günü hediyesi sunacaktım. Kendimi…

Aslında beni ortalıkta bırakıp giden Hasan’a tüm kızmama, nefret etmeme rağmen, onunla yaşadığım inanılmaz zevklerin hasretiyle yanıp tutuşuyordum. Dile kolay, bir yıl bu anı beklemiştim. Efe’ye kalsa evlenene kadar sevişmeyecekti benimle… Oysa ben alıştığım, müptelası olduğum o zevkleri tekrar tatmak istiyordum. Doğum günü bunun için bahane olmuştu bana…

Efe bir anda kollarının arasında kaldırıp kucağına alıverdi beni… Hızlı adımlarla yatak odasına doğru ilerlerken hala hırsla öpüşüyorduk.

Yatak odasına girdik, yavaşça yatağın üzerine uzattı beni… Geri çekilip beni seyretmeye başladı. Gözlerinde beğeni, şehvet, hayranlık, açlık, her şeyi okuyabiliyordum. Elimi uzattım baygın bakışlarla, şehvetten çatallanan sesimle,

“Hadi aşkım, bırak artık bakmayı, gel beni al…”

Geldi. Üzerime çıkıp erkek gövdesinin ağırlığıyla ezerken öptü öptü öptü… Her yerimde dolaşıyordu elleri… İnce askılı tişörtümü çıkardı üstümden… Göğüslerime baktı hayranlıkla…

Sütyenimin dantellerini okşadı, ellerini arkama götürüp kopçasını açtı. İri memelerim hürriyetlerine kavuşunca sertleşmiş uçlarıyla dikildiler. Ardından elleri memelerimin üstüne kapandı, avuçladı… Zevkle inledim,

“Ohhh… Efe…”

Uzun uzun oynadı memelerimle, uçlarını öptü, parmaklarının arasında ezdi, emdi. Zevkten kıvranıyordum iyice… Eteğimi indirdi sonra… Kalçalarımı kaldırıp ona yardım ettim, çıkarıp fırlattı. Üstümde tanga külodum ve jartiyerle çoraplarım kalmıştı sadece…

Kendisi de telaşla soyundu. Bir baksırı kalana kadar fırlatıp attı üstünde ne varsa… Sonra tekrar üzerime kapandı. Öpüyor, okşuyor, yalıyor, her yerimi elleyip mıncıklıyordu. Baksırın önündeki sertlik çoraplı bacaklarıma değdikçe zevkten geberiyordum. Bir an önce içime almak istiyordum erkekliğini…

Eli tekrar apış arama dalıp okşamaya, parmaklamaya başlayınca daha fazla dayanamadım. Zevkten kendimi kaybettim. Zevk inlemeleri odada yankılanırken ilk orgazmımı yaşadım. Dakikalarca kasıldım durdum.

Efe yanıbaşımda dirseğine dayanarak uzanmış, benim orgazm oluşumu izliyordu parlayan gözlerle…

Kasılmalarım bitince eğildi, tekrar öpmeye başladı beni… Biraz söner gibi olan volkan yine kaynamaya başladı dudaklarının dilinin temasıyla… Elimi aradan baksırına uzatıp indirmek istedim, engel oldu. Boynuna sarıldım ben de…

Durmadan öpüyordu beni… Göğüslerimi okşuyor, karnımda dolaşıyor, külodumun üzerinden kadınlığımı avuçluyor, çılgın gibi vücudumu keşfediyordu parmaklarıyla… Zevkten inliyordum, hele dudakları aşağılara inince bittim,

“Ohhh… Efe…” Tangamı hafif sıyırıp dudaklarını orama gömdü. “Mmmm… Öp aşkım… Öp… Harikasın…” diyerek saçından tuttum, başını apış arama bastırdım.

Dakikalarca yaladı beni… Külodumu indirip bacaklarımın arasına girdi. Dili vajina dudaklarında, kabarmış klitorisimde dolaşıyor, ıslak ıslak, sıcak teması bitiriyordu beni…

Arada klitorisimi dudaklarının arasına kıstırıp eziyor, parmaklarını içime sokup G noktamı okşuyordu. Bense kalçalarımı kaldırıp kaldırıp indiriyordum şehvetten… Dayanacak halim kalmamıştı,

“Offf… Hadi artık Efe… Dayanamıyorum… Al beni aşkım… Seni istiyorum…” diye yalvarmaya başladım nişanlıma…

Bacaklarımı aralayıp arasına girdi. Zevkle kavuşma anını bekledim, titriyordum heyecandan… Üzerime abandı, bir eli aramızda, sertliğini istekle bekleyen kadınlığıma sürtmeye başladı. Parmaklarının, penisinin temasını hissediyordum. Hala parmağını içime sokup duruyor, kalçalarıyla deviniyordu bacaklarımın arasında… Dayanamadım, sabırsızlıkla,

“Hadi Efe… Bırak artık parmağınla oynamayı… Sok şunu içime…”

Durdu birden… Elini aramızdan çekti… Tüm ağırlığıyla üstüme yığıldı, başını başımın yanına yastığa koydu…

“Nil… Bu da benim sana itirafım sevgilim…” dedi fısıltıyla… Şaşırmıştım,

“Ne…? Ne diyorsun aşkım? Ne itirafı…?”

“İçinde oynayıp duran…”

“Nasıl..?”

“O içindeki benim parmağım değil Nil… Şu anda sikim tamamen amının içinde gömülmüş vaziyette…”

***

Offf… En sonunda itiraf etmiştim işte ben de… Ergenliğimden beri içimi kemirip duran laneti nişanlıma söyleyebilmiştim.

Sik değildi benimki… Pipi… On santimlik çocuk pipisi… En çok isteklendiği, en fazla kalktığında oniki santimi geçmeyen bir pipi…

Yeni ergenliğe adım attığımız yıllarda birlikte dal taşak meydanda porno kaset izlediğimiz amca çocuklarının bakıp bakıp güldüğü, parayla seks yaptığım fahişelerin acımayla baktığı cinsellik organımın boyutuydu içimi kemiren… Benim kendine güveni olmayan pısırık biri olmama yol açan lanet hastalık…

Şimdi de korkuyla nişanlımın vereceği tepkiyi bekliyordum. Ne diyecekti acaba? O da gülecek miydi halime? Bırakacak mıydı beni? Bir ömür geçirecek miydi benim gibi küçük pipili bir erkekle?

“Devam et Efe…” dedi. Başımı iyice yastığa gömdüm, utançla,

“Nil… Yapamam… Heyecandan, korkudan iyice küçüldü. Şu anda… Yumuşadı, yapamam dediğini…”

Altımdan kalkmak için doğruldu, ben de yana devrildim. Sırtüstü yatıyordum yatakta, utançtan kıvranarak, bir elim apış aramda, pipimi nişanlımın meraklı gözlerinden saklamak istercesine…

“Çeksene elini aşkım…” dedi Nil… Çektim. O meraklı bakışlar kasıklarıma odaklandı. Elini uzattı. Tuttu. Evirdi, çevirdi. Eğildi baktı. Parmaklarının arasında ezik büzük bir solucan vardı sanki, bana öyle geliyordu.

Okşadı, okşadı sikimi… Taşaklarımı tarttı. Kasıklarımda bir kıpırdanmadır başladı tekrar sıcak parmaklarının temasıyla… Doğrulup bacaklarımın arasına yerleşti iyice… Gözlerini bana çevirdi pipimden…

“Öpmemi ister misin Efe?” dedi. “Senin için sakıncası yoksa öpmek, yalamak istiyorum.”

“Ta… Tabi Nil…” diye kekeledim. “Ne istersen yap…”

“Peki, sen de beni yalamak ister misin?”

“Nasıl yani?” Güldü,

“Canım, 69 yapalım mı diyorum sana… Aynı anda birbirimizi yalayalım, oral seks yapalım.”

Benim düne kadar türbanlı, en fazla bir kaç kez eski sevgilisiyle sevişmiş küçük nişanlımın böyle şeyleri bilebilmesi tuhafıma gitti doğrusu… Ama sorgulayacak, itiraz edecek durumda değildim.

Aramızda yedi yaş fark vardı nişanlımla… Üstüne üstlük, ben erkektim. Normal şartlarda erkeğin tecrübeli olması, böyle şeyleri sevgilisine erkeğin öğretmesi, yol göstermesi gerekmez mi?

Benim küçük nişanlım cevabımı beklemedi bile… Bacaklarımın arasından çıktı, ters dönüp bir bacağını başımın üstünden geçirip kasıklarıma eğdi başını…

“Ah…” dedim. “Bu muydu?” Sanki çok yapmışım, çok tecrübeliymişim gibi bir havayla söylemiştim bunu…

Dudaklarının sikime değdiğini hissettim. Başını ağzının içine aldı, somurmaya başladı. Omurgamdan yukarı bir zevk dalgasının yükseldiğini duydum. Başımın üzerinde nişanlımın cinsel organı duruyordu bu arada… Islak, nemli, içinden akan şeffaf zevk sıvısıyla parıl parıl parlıyordu. Ellerimi kaldırıp kalçalarından tuttum, kendime doğru çektim. Dilimle o ıslak kadınlığnı yalamaya başladım.

“Ihhh…” diye bir inilti koptu nişanlımdan…

Sikimi ağzının içinde emerken boğuk boğuk inlemeye başladı dilimin hareketleriyle… Bana bir gayret geldi iyice yalamaya, dilimi içine sokmaya başladım. Bir yandan da parmaklarımla çalışıyordum. Bacaklarındaki jartiyer çorapları vardı sadece üzerinde giysi olarak… Kah çoraplarını bacaklarını okşuyordum, kah kalçalarını…

İkimiz de inliyorduk. Dakikalarca yaladık birbirimizi… Amının kokusu, içinden süzülen zevk sıvıları, sikimi yalayıp emmesi sürekli… Sonra doğruldu, ters döndü, başımın üzerinde alçalıp saçlarımdan tuttu, çekiştirerek hırsla,

“Ohhhh… Yala… Yala amımı sevgilim… Çok güzel yalıyorsun… Dilini sok amcığıma… Emmm…” diye inledi.

Deli gibi yalıyordum nişanlımın amcığını… Böyle terbiyesizce pis kelimeler kullanarak istediklerini yaptırması, utanmazca amını, çırılçıplak bedenini bana sergilemesi, çorapları… Her şey beni tahrik etmek için bir araya gelmişti sanki… Elini arkaya attı, sikime… Sertti sikim… Hiç olmadığı kadar sert… Küçük ama yine de sert…

“Seninki canlandı iyice aşkım…” dedi. “İster misin beni? Bu sertliği amıma sokmak ister misin? Nişanlını sikmek ister misin?”

“Evet… Çok hem de…” dedim hırsla…

Kollarından tutup yatağa devirdim Nil’i… Bacaklarını araladı istekle, beni arasına aldı. Hiç beklemeden sikimi yuvasına sokmaya başladım. Islak amcığına bir anda gömüldü aletim… Sokup çıkarmaya başladım. Bir yandan nişanlımı çılgınca öpüyor, bir yandan bacaklarının arasında inip kalkıyordum. Fazla sürmedi, belimden, taşaklarımdan bir sızı geldi, sikimin ıslak vajinadan aldığı zevkle birleşti,

“Geliyorum Nil…” dedim soluk soluğa…

“Ohhh.. Bekle… Biraz… Ben de gelmek üzereyim… Tut kendini Efe… Beraber…”

Biraz daha dayandım… Kasıklarım patlamak üzereydi… Nişanlım altımda dalgalanmaya başladığında kendimi kaybettim. İkimiz aynı anda boşalmaya doğru tırmanırken aniden içinden çıktım, sikimin ucundan fırlayan spermlerini karnına doğru attırmaya başladım.

Benim içinden çıkmamla zevki yarım kalan Nil, altımda kıvranarak karnına göğüslerine kadar yağan beyaz döllerime bakıyordu. Biraz hayal kırıklığı vardı ateş saçan gözlerinde… Orgazm kasılmalarımın arasında hissetmiştim bunu, çatılan kaşları anlatıyordu her şeyi… Beceriksizce ondan erken boşalmama öfkelenmeye başlıyordu.

İşte bunu yapamazdım ona… Zevkimi yarıda bıraktım. Hemen bacaklarının arasına başımı, kabarmış amına parmaklarımı soktum. Önce bir, sonra iki parmağımı içinde hareket ettirirken klitorisini emiyordum.

Tekrar yükseldi Nil… Başımı bacaklarının arasında kıstırıyor, saçlarımı çekiştiriyor, kalçalarını sağa sola savuruyor, deli gibi inliyordu.

“Ohhhh… Yala… Yala aşkımmm… Mmmmm… Harikaa… Dilini sok… Bızırımı em… Canımmm… Erkeğim benim… Oooohhhh….”

Seks makinası gibi çalışıyor, nişanlıma unutamayacağı bir oral seks yaşatıyordum. Eksikliğimi, kusurluluğumu, erken boşalmamı unutturmak istiyordum ona…

Yatakta solucan gibi kıvrana kıvrana, saçlarımı acıtarak çekiştiriyor, orgazmın zirvesinde geziniyordu sevgilim… Haykırarak, zevk çığlıkları ata ata boşaldı… Dakikalarca sürdü kasılmaları…

O kasılırken ben okşamaya devam ediyordum kasıklarını, karnını… Eğilip dilimle gezindim, karnının üzerinde parlayan kendi spermlerimin tadına baktım… Amca oğullarıyla, komşunun oğluyla porno kaset seyrederken yaptığımız yaramazlıklar, meraktan ve abazanlıktan giriştiğimiz erkek erkeğe oral seks denemeleri, yalayıp yuttuğum spermler geldi aklıma… Bana sikini emdirip yalattıran amca oğlunun spermlerinin tadı…

Neden sonra fırtına bitince ben de yanına uzandım nişanlımın… İkimiz de soluk soluğa yan yana yattık. Gözlerim tavanda, boşalmanın verdiği tatlı yorgunluk içindeydim…

Mutluydum. Tek endişem nişanlımın ne düşündüğüydü… Benim için ne düşünüyordu acaba? Küçük erkekliğim konusunda… Geleceğim, her şeyim onun vereceği kararla şekillenecekti. Heyecanla bekliyordum.

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Bu olay yeni başımdan geçti ve ilk müsait anımda geldim sizlere anlatmaya 🙂
Geçenlerde arkadaşlarımla çarşıda buluşup , birşeyler içmiştik. Eve gelicektim artık durakta minibüs bekliyordum bizim mahallenin arabasını durdurdum bindim arabaya araba cok sıkısıktı , şoför gel abicim sen buraya otur bir yer eksilmiş olur dedi ve yanındaki minderi gösterdi bende tesekkurler abi dedim ve oturdum.
Sıcaktan bunalmıs ve yalnızlıktan sıkılmıs olacakki konusmaya basladı benimle :

Şoför : nereden böyle bakalım genc adam ?
ben : arkadaslarla bulustukda abi.
şoför : hayırdır , ne yaptınız bakalım.
ben : hiç abi ya , can sıkıntısı birseyler ictik öylesine.
şoför : anladım delikanlı yaş kac ?
ben : 21 abi.
şoför : isim ne bakalım ?
ben : (gerçek ismimi söyledim tabiki , berrak değil :P)
şoför : bende mesut delikanlı.
ben : m.o mesut abi.
mesut : bende genc adam.

Böyle başlamıstı hersey , yol boyunca böyle gitti sohbet muhabbet.
Sonra ben evimde indim ve bitmişti herşey ama cok tatlı , hos sohbet bir adamdı.
Aynı zamandada renkli gözlü ve cok yakısıklıydı , erkek gibi erkekdide. 🙂

Sonra birkaç gün geçti aradan tekrar o denk geldi ve gülümseyerek bindim minibüse , merhaba mesut abi nasılsın fln derken girdik muhabbete yine yolculuk boyunca konuştuk konuştuk. İyice hosuma gitmeye başlamıştı artık beni etkiliyordu her yönüyle.

Derken bir hafta fln gecti aradan yine arkadaslar aradı bulusmak icin bindim arabaya ( o degildi bu sefer ) 🙂 gittim buluştuk , cay corba saat 23.15 olmustu son araba 23.30 ‘ daydı. hemen ayrıldım ordan gittim duraga biraz bekledikten sonra gelmişti minibus. El kaldırdım durdu bir baktım bizim mesut (abi 😛 ) selamlastık fln arabada sadece 2 – 3 kisi var 🙂
Bunlar mahalle girişinde indiler arabada sadece o ve ben kalmıştık. Muhabbet koyulaşmıştı artık ama evede yaklaşmıştık , hic bitmesin istiyordum yol , Aşık olmustum mesut’a 😀

Derken ağzımdan cıkıverdi :
Ben : Mesut abi valla sohbetine doyum olmuyor , evede az kaldı.
Mesut: Sevdim seni kerata , iyi cocuksun ama yapcak bise yok ailen merak eder , yoksa gezdirirdim ben seni birkac tur daha 🙂
Ben : Aman abi birşey olmaz ya gezelim. (gülümseyerek)

Burda cakmıstı mevzuyu sanki , hafif gülümseyerek tamam bakalım delikanlı dedi.

Mesut : şu tekelden birşeyler alalım da iceriz bir kuytuda ,
Ben : İçeriz abi.
Aldık ve yola koyulduk , boyle tenha biryere geldik , içmeye ve konusmaya başladık. Sohbet devam ederken elini bacagıma attı ve bu sekilde konusmaya devam etti derken rahatsız olmuyorsun dimi ….. (gercek ismim) delikanlı adamsın sonucta dedi ve gülümsedi, bende kaşar gülüşüyle birlikte yok abi dedim.:P
Bana abi deme artık biz arkadas olduk dedi ve bacagımı oksamaya basladı ;

Mesut : Bacaklarında kadın bacagımı gibi yumusak , dolgun ama neyse.
Ben : Mırın kırın falan ( cesaretimi toplayıp ) evet öyledir.
Mesut : Ben nasıl biriyim sence ?
Ben : Valla cok yakısıklısın abi ,
Mesut : Yaa öylemi diyorsun , kızlar begenirmi beni peki ?
Ben : (Tekrar cesaretimi toplayıp) erkekler bile begenir mesut.
Mesut : Sen begendinmi peki beni ? erkekler bile begenir dedinde
Ben : hm ya şey fln (kızardım , bozardım)
Mesut : Utanma utanma söyle hadi.
Ben : Ya şey evet.
Mesut : Demek erkeklerden hoslanıyorsun ?
Ben : (kıpkırmızı) evet öyle hissediyorum uzun zamandır mesut.
Mesut : Seni sikmemi istermisin peki ? ( hiç istifini bozmadan )
Ben : Mırın kırın
Mesut : İstersin istersin , hadi çıkarda yala bakalım yeni oyuncagını , sen yalarken bende seni sikecek biryerler arayayım azgın seni 🙂
Ben : Tamam Mesut’ummmm (yanagına bir öpücük)

Ben fermuarı actım , sikini cıkardım ve yalamaya başladım. Elimde büyüyordu gitgide 19 – 20 cm vardı rahat , kalındıda çok güzeldi iştahla yalıyordum. Bu arada mesutta sikisecek bir tenha arıyordu , arabanın icinde sikecekti belliki.
Ben yalıyordum yaragını o istifini bozmadan sadece arada bir kafamı bastırarak sürmeye devam ediyordu minibüsü.
Sonunda biryerde durdu kafamı kaldırdım heryer agac kimsecikler yok. Hadi arkaya gecelim dedi kucagına aldı beni arkaya geçtik. Hep yapmak istedigim bir fantazi vardı yere yüzüstü yatmasını rica ettim tamam aşkım dedi ve uzandı.Bende pantolonumu cıkardım ve yüzüne oturdum ve yala bakalım karının kalcalarını deligini kocacıgım dedim. Hosuna gitti gülümsedi tamam karıcıgım dedi ve yalamaya basladı. Morartacak gibi yalıyordu , iştahla.

Sonra bende egildim ve sikini yalamaya başladım 69 pozisyonu olustu. Sonra artık dayanamıyordum dedi ve kalktı yerden , kucakladı ve koltugun birine domalttı beni sonra yavasca yerlestirdi icime biraz büyük gelmişti ama hic ses cıkarmadım , gitgellere basladı. Yavas yavas hızlanmaya basladı artık şap şap şap vuruyordu kıcıma kasıkları. Biryandanda elini agzıma sokup yalattırıyordu.

Önceki tecrübelerimden artık bosalmasını bekliyordum ama bosalmak bilmiyor vurdukca vuruyordu , sonra cıkardı icimden aldı beni yere yatırdı sırt üstü bacaklarımı omzuna aldı ve tekrar yerlestirdi sikini icime üstümde sınav cekiyordu adeta parcalıyordu. Biraz böyle devam ettikten sonra birden icimden cıkardı , sacımdan tuttu kaldırdı verdi agzıma sikini. Saçım elinde sertçe sokup cıkarıyor agzıma ve en sonunda patladı agzımın icine. Agzım dolmustu sanki.
Yut karıcıgım yut deyip hafifce tokatlıyordu yanagımı , hepsini yuttum ve tahrik olsun diye soyle bir yaladım dudaklarımı. 😛

Ben : Mmmm harika kocacıgım.
Mesut: Sen daha harikasın karıcım , kocanı göte doyurdun bugün.
Ben : Eee karının , kocasını reddetmesi olmaz götüm emrine amade dedim (kaşar gülüşüyşe birlikte)
Mesut: Seni eve bırakayım , sonra canım ne zaman isterse sikerim seni , nede olsa karımsın.
Ben : Tamam kocacım , yolunu bekliyecegimmm.

Dedim ve evime bıraktı , evdekilere hesap verecektim gec kaldıgım icin ama hic onemi yoktu harika birkac saat gecirmiştim çünkü 🙂 Sizlerinde böyle muazzam sikişler yaşamanız dileklerimle öpüyorum bb.

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I got up early in the morning and went to the outdoor pool to swim a few lanes. When I arrive, there is only one empty lane left. Shortly thereafter more guests come and quickly the pool fills up. Two swimmers now have to share one of the lanes. I was joined by a slender girl in a black bikini. Nothing exciting actually, but somehow the triangle between her legs, in combination with her thighs and the flat belly, radiates a certain eroticism while swimming. I watch her movements through my swimming goggles and get quite a lust for her.

When I have completed my work, I briefly stand on the side of the pool to rest. My fellow swimmer joins me, pushing her swimming goggles on her hair and smiles at me. She is very pretty. I smile back.

“It’s nice that you chose my lane. It was very nice to look at every time you passed me by.”

“You’re welcome, you seemed to me to be the crunchiest of all those here — and I also like to swim in pleasant company.”

That and the smile that accompanies it cause a boost in my pants. I smile back. We look at each other. No one knows what to say next.

“Do you keep swimming or are you done,” she finally asks.

“Actually, I’m done,” I say, “what about you?”

“I don’t know — I want to have breakfast right away, do you want to join in?!”

Her question does not exactly serve to cause the tube in my swimming pants to get back into sleeping modus. How can I just get out of the water now?

“Great,” I reply, but make no effort to get out of the pool.

“Well, what are you waiting for,” she asks, and pushes herself out of the pool elegantly.

I follow hesitantly. As soon as I am out of the water, she notices why I am so restrained: a thick, long rod shows in my skimpy white pants, which are tight and transparent and — through their wetness — highlighting each contour leaving little to the imagination.

“I’m a little uncomfortable with that,” I grin embarrassed.

“Don’t have to,” she smiles without taking a look at the package between my legs, “I hoped it would look like this after being teased by what I could see under water.”

We walk to the changing rooms. There she looks around quickly, than slips in on my side. Before I can say anything, her lips are on mine, an arm is around my neck and a hand firmly on my package.

“Jeez, you have a real big bahis firmaları one,” she moans into my mouth.

I reply to the kiss, grab her by her firm butt, lift her up and push her into a locker room where I put her down.

She locks it, looks me in the eye as she tears down her bikini and whispers in a raucous voice, “down with your pants — no foreplay!”

As my pants lie on the floor, she hugs me, begins to kiss me passionately. She puts a leg over my butt. My hard cock presses against her pubic mound. I let my hand slide down, stroke her thigh and slowly slide between her buttocks. There I softly touch her hairless pussy, gently separate her soft lobe flaps with my fingertips, let my fingers sink deeper into her juicy flesh and for the time being ignore her calls moaned into our kisses, such as “Put it in!” or “Fuck me already!”.

After enjoying her fidgeting for a while, I lead my maypole to her labia and slowly push it in. My horny fellow swimmer hangs herself onto me, lifts the second leg and slides down my piston with her well lubricated, tight mouth. I moan with lust. I hold her tightly by her thighs and standing I push my manhood deep and hard into her.

“Oh, yes — what a great shaft!” she shouts, then bites her tongue and kisses me tightly to suffocate our moaning.

She pushes her lower body firmly on my stiffness while I push it back into her cunt. I lose my balance on that. My lover slips off my cock, takes the opportunity to touch it, push the foreskin all the way back to admire my glans in its full thick splendour shiny of her juice. Slowly, she puts her lips over it and begins to suck it. She weighs my balls in her hand and plays with them. Then she pushes me to the bench, turns her back towards me, puts her hand in her mouth, gets as much mucus as possible to make her pooch slippery. Then she sits on my lance, pushes her butt over it until it is deep inside her and starts fucking me.

I press my hips against her movements and massage her firm tits and nipples while she fucks me. She moans, presses herself more and more firmly against my cock, which is already until the stop in her while clawing her nails more and more into my thighs, on which she leans. I come to her aid, hold her mouth with one hand and rub her clit with the other. She sucks my hand, bites into it, sucks it again, and kaçak iddaa winds herself under my caresses. I push my cock towards her, bite into her shoulder and in a silent scream we come almost simultaneously. My juice shoots into her gut and she starts shaking as she indulges in her orgasm.

I embrace her tightly from behind. Put one hand on one breast and the other on her flat stomach. I snuggle my cheek on her back and listen as her violent breath slowly calms down. She pushes herself against me. I’m starting to caress her. She turns to me which causes my cock to slip out of her and kisses me tightly and gently at the same time. She holds my head in her hands.

“That’s wonderful,” she whispers.

“Yes, it is,” I whisper back.

She gets up and stretches her abdomen towards me.

“Can you do it again,” she asks softly.

In response, I kiss her flat stomach and keep kissing her until I reach her pussy. There I stretch out my tongue and tickle her clit with its tip. She shrugs.

“That tickles,” she giggles.

I grab her by her firm butt and press my tongue against her tickler.

“Ah,” she moans, squeezing her abdomen towards me.

I lick it hard. She grabs my head, presses it against her snatch and turns her hip to me so that I have no trouble licking her well. She moans quietly and presses me against her. Then she begins to tremble, to shrug. She comes violently and quietly. Even before her orgasm is over, she grabs my already stiff again shlong and sits on it with her cunt.

As she pushes her tight, wet canal over me, she raps in a raucous voice, “show it to me, fuck me!”

Actually, I can’t. I’m sitting on the bench. She sits bent on me. Her abdomen is angled. I’m as deep in her cunt as that is possible in that position. At the same time she kisses me and snuggles up to me as close as possible.

We sit twisted to a bullet on the bench. Our genitals and mouths are intertwined. I stretch myself without our kiss dissolving and try to bump her. It doesn’t really work out. We jerk and push, but it doesn’t help. We have to start laughing and we have to get away from each other. She sits back, looks at me. I look back.

“It’s too horny with you,” I say.

I look at her, her pretty open face, her firm, round bosom, her flat stomach, her shaved cunt that sits like a glove on my shaved kaçak bahis cock, the tense tendons and muscles of her thighs.

“It doesn’t help,” she says, standing up. “You have to do me from behind.”

She stands against the wall, ensures a firm stand and stretches her butt towards me. I grab it, position my thick, shiny glans at her labia and push my thick truncheon into her with a strong, but not too fast push. She pushes her behind towards me. I start bumping her, fucking. Faster and faster. My pelvis claps at her butt. I watch myself fucking her. How my fat, long shaft rattles into and out of her tight mouth. As the juice I shot into her gut, run out of it, onto my rod and smear it. My upper body bends backwards, my lower body pushes forward. We moan.

“Damn, I can’t hold it anymore,” I moan.

In response, I get a pressed “Yes, yes!” and a slap on the side of my buttocks. Then another one and one more. I slap, push and squirt.

I press my twitching, squirting cock as deep as possible into her fuck grotto. She pushes against it in order to have all my hard flesh in her. She moans and whimpers softly as she is shaken by her orgasm. I bend over, hug her from behind, put my hands around her bosom and kiss her on the back. She reaches behind us and caresses my butt. Then we straighten up, my cock slips out of it, my sperm dripping on the ground. We turn to each other, look deep into each other’s eyes and kiss each other.

Then she breaks away from me, looks at me again and says, “I’m Katrin!”

“Tom.”

“Breakfast, Tom?”

“Absolutely!” I answer.

I kiss her and stroke her smooth, dripping cunt, into which I slide one or two of my fingers. She breaks away from me.

“You know what I mean!”

“Of course!”

She grabs my cock, presses it lovingly, looks at it first and then at me and says, “until later!”

She lurks out of the door, apparently the air is clean. As she rushes out, she turns briefly to me and I manage to pull my pelvic floor muscles together in time, so that my half-stiff, still powerful-looking schwanz beckons her to say goodbye. She smiles and as she disappears on her side in the shower, I hear her singing loudly:

“I want it, I want it so bad
I want it, can’t get you outta my head
I want it, I want it so bad
I want it…
I want it in the bedroom, I want it on the floor
I wanna make it naked, I want it hardcore
I like it big and juicy, I want it sweet and tough
I love to bussy bussy, I just can’t get enough.”
(I Want It Lyrics – Performed by Groove Coverage)

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When I found myself talking to you in the bar, you held eye contact when you spoke to me and that made me fell like there wasn’t anyone else there. Every time you looked at me or your hand brushed against me, I felt a spark, then a current. The tension began building up within me. I kept looking at you when you were talking to others and the sound of your voice became intoxicating. It was like it was connected directly to me and every time I heard you speak I had to look at you.

I leaned in to catch what you were saying and the feel of your breath in my hair stirred something deep inside me. I began to imagine you kissing me, touching me, inside me. I looked at you I whispered in your ear, explaining that I was in need of company, wondering if you had to go home any time soon. You looked so shocked that for a moment I thought that my instincts were wrong, that I had misread you, but you were just surprised at my intention, so different from my outward demeanour. After that, your smiling eyes came back to mine more and more often, our conversations began to exclude others, becoming more intimate.

And then suddenly there were only a few of us left, and we were dragged along to a restaurant for food. As you took my bag, your hand found my breast and squeezed — all so subtle and discreet. We dawdled behind everyone, you walked a pace behind me, your hand at my back, pressing between my cheeks. And in the restaurant, your hand pressed further, along my stockinged thigh, up my skirt, probing me. I tried very hard not to react, enjoying the secrecy of it all. As I leaned over for more wine your fingers pressed between my legs, and I almost yelped. When we passed in the corridor, you pressed me to the wall and kissed me, your tongue deep in my mouth as I moved kaçak bahis siteleri against you. I felt your cock hard against me and I imagined you lifting me onto it and fucking me hard and fast against the wall and I came so close to orgasm I could hardly breathe. I enjoyed your surprise at me then.

Finally alone, the door barely closed, I ripped off your clothes and wriggled out of mine. We fell onto the bed and you pulled me into your arms and pressed your lean, muscled body to mine. I remember your skin against mine, hot and prickling with excitement; your breath in my ear, telling me how I made you feel; the rising beat of your heart matching mine. Then you pulled back to look at me lying there, my large breasts bare, knees apart, exposing my clean-shaven pussy. You marvelled at me, made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I gazed over your cycling-toned body and my eyes rested on your cock, wide and hard, with a drop of pre-come on the end.

You ran your hands over me, exclaiming at the softness of my porcelain skin, as your fingers found my breasts squeezed my nipples, small and hard. You lowered your head and flicked your tongue across one, making me cry out. You circled my nipple with your tongue and then sucked suddenly and bit it as I arched my back, pushing myself closer to you, wanting everything you had to give. You pulled away to look at me again as your hands began to caress my thighs. I keep remembering the way you looked at me when your exploring fingers delved between my folds and along my slit, feeling exactly how aroused you had made me. I watched as your cock twitched at the thought of entering me. Electricity surged through me as your fingers moved deftly over my clit. You lay back beside me to watch my reaction canlı bahis siteleri as one finger entered me, firmly and deeply. You started talking to me, whispering to me, asking what I liked, telling me what you were going to do as you thrust another finger into me, thrusting hard, thumb rubbing against my clit. I gasped, eyes widening as you thrust against my g-spot, your thumb pushed against my clit as my hips rose to meet your hand and I came suddenly and sharply, crying out as it took my breath away.

After my quivering muscles relaxed a bit, I sat up and pushed you down onto the bed. I began to kiss your stomach, running my hands through your greying chest hair, kissing you deeply, pushing my tongue against yours, my breasts firm against your chest, before returning to your chest, your stomach and finally, your cock. I teased the end, licking all the way around the head, my tongue pressing slightly into the eye. Then I slid my lips down around you, taking as much of your enormous cock in my mouth as I could. I looked up at you, eyes large, mouth full, and you smiled. I moved my hands up and down your shaft before kissing all the way down to lick and suck your balls. Slowly, I repeated my movements. You lay there, lost in the rhythm of my tongue and my hands. I heard you groan as I took the tip into my mouth and tightened my hand around you, bobbing my head quickly, hands stroking in synch. I felt you tense so I looked up and you were smiling down at me, so I began to crawl up to kiss you again.

I pressed my pussy against your cock, rubbing my moistness against you, feeling you growing more, swelling more, if that were possible. You smiled and slipped from under me to behind me and I trembled with anticipation. I felt you behind me, caressing yasal bahis siteleri my openings, running up and down my hot, wet cunt, probing gently then moving back. Again and again you teased me till I pressed myself back, begging and pleading for you to fuck me. Then you thrust deep within me and my internal walls grasped your engorged cock, as waves rushed over me, engulfing me, consuming me. I felt myself shudder, tightening and releasing with every thrust, as the waves of my orgasm engulfed me and I heard myself cry out.

You turned me over and looked deep in my eyes. With your cock in your hand, soaked in my wetness, you rubbed it against my throbbing clit and then entered me again, filling me completely, eclipsing everything. You began moving with firm, deliberate strokes and I was lost in ecstasy, moaning, gasping, writhing, my movements synchronising with yours. Time lost all meaning, waves of pleasure rolled over and around me as we moved together. You picked up the pace, heightening the intensity. I felt you deeper and deeper inside me as my hips pushed against you with every thrust. As you took me to the cusp I felt my whole body vibrate intensely. It started deep in my belly, spreading outwards, up my spine, down my quivering legs until my fingers and toes were tingling, until suddenly I could stand it no more and screamed your name. In that second the release was so extreme I felt blinded by the power of it, the deepest, most penetrative orgasm I have ever experienced and your continued thrusts extended this feeling, peaking again and again, I writhed under you, muscles contracting and convulsing. With a great shout you exploded inside me and I felt your seed fill me as you collapsed on top of me.

Finally spent, I lay there completely relaxed as you held me gently and stroked my hair. Slowly your breathing became more measured and your arms relaxed around me. I slipped free and got dressed. I stood at the door and looked back at you sleeping soundly thinking how you were just what I needed. Thank you.

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yıllarca erkeklere karşı farklı duygular besledim ama bunlar fanteziden öteye geçmedi,Masturbasyon yaparken bazen kendimi parmaklar bazende farklı objeleri penis gibi kullanarak fantezi yapardım.
Bir gün internette bir chat programında bir travesti ile tanıştım adı nazan idi biraz sohbet ettikten sonra benimle sex yapmak istermisin dedi bende para ile sex yapmaktan hoşlanmadığımı belirttim ama ısrarla senden sadece 50 tl alacağım ve asla pişman olmayacaksın deyince kabul ettim ve adresini alıp hazırlanarak bir saat sonra gittim,
kapıyı üzerinde kırmızı bir elbise ile açtığında öylece bakakalmıştım,çok sexi görünüyordu ayrıca travesti olduğunu bilmeme rağmen içimde bir şeyler kıpırdamıştı,içeri girdim ve rahat olmamı söyleyerek dudağıma bir öpücük kondurdu ve koltuğa oturmamı söyledi.
Evi küçük ama zevkli döşenmiş sade gösterişsiz bir yerdi,içecek bir şey istermisin
dedi ben de fark etmez sen bilirsin dedim birer bira

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Ben Aydın, yirmidokuz yaşında bir erkeğim. Hiç aksatmadan sizi takip ediyorum. Genelde büyük şirketlerin danışmanlığını yapıyorum. Aynı zamanda borsayla ilgileniyorum. Geniş bir çevrem var. Eğlenmeyi ve kadınları çok seviyorum. Aynı benim gibi düşünen ve kadınlığını doyurmak için her çılgınlığı yapmaya hazır bir kadınla yattım. Onunla yaşadıklarımı size yazıyorum.

Çok büyük bir işten alnımın akıyla çıkmış, danışmanı olduğum şirkete büyük bir meblağ olan bir servet kazandırmıştım. Bu şirkete ait birkaç sosyete barı vardı. Patron bana güzel bir kıyak yaptı. “Sen hiçbir şeye karışma. Doğru Kedi Bar’a git. Orada seni bekleyen bir sürpriz var” dedi. Patronun sürprizlerine bayılırım. Bir keresinde bana süper lüks bir tatil hediye etmişti. “Sen ne dedin de yapmadım patron. Gözü kapalı giderim” deyip arabaya atladığım gibi soluğu barda aldım. Kapı kilitliydi, bende zile bastım. Açılan kapıyla birlikte karşımda bir afet belirdi. Parlak minicik bir bikini giymiş sarışın yavruyu şöyle bir süzdüm. “Seni bekliyordum” diyerek kravatımı tuttu ve beni çekerek içeriye aldıktan sonra kapıyı kilitledi. Sülün gibi bir karıydı. Memeleri bikiniden taşıyor, kalçalarının yuvarlak kıvrımları enfes bir seksilik taşıyordu. “Özel dakikalar için hazır mısın?” diyerek bana içki ikram etti. Barda sadece ikimiz vardık. İçerisi loş ve sıcaktı. Slow bir şarkı çalıyordu sette. “Güzelim, adını söylemeyecek misin?” dedim. “Damla benim adım, yakışıklı bir erkek olduğun için çok şanslıyım” diyerek çenemi öptü. Dudaklarının ıslak dokunuşuyla tüm erkekliğim ayaklandı. Elimi kızın beline atıp kendime çektim ve dudaklarına yapıştım. Memelerini bikininin üstünden okşamaya, uçlarını ezmeye başladım. Damla bacağını kaldırıp dizime koydu. Bu hareketiyle amcığının etli dudakları gerilmişti. Bikininin ağına parmağımı takıp amcığını okşamaya başladım. “Kadınlığın yumuşacık güzelim” diyerek işi ilerlettim. Artık parmağım amcığının ıslak derinliklerine dalıp çıkıyordu. Kadın gözlerini kapatmış “Ihh, harika dokunuşlar ıımmm!” diyerek göğüslerini örten kumaş parçalarından kurtuldu. Bir çift meme uçları kabarmış halde suratıma doğru atıldı. “Damla uuhh, senin içinde olmak istiyorum” diyerek memelerine dil attım. Meme uçlarının çevresinde dilimi gezdirdikçe kadın elini sikime bastırıyor, çekerek tam kıvamını bulmasını sağlıyordu. Birden bacağını kaldırarak havada bir daire çizdikten sonra güzel dişiliğini kalkık sikime ortalayıp kucağıma çıkıverdi. “Seviş benimle, erkek olduğunu hissettir bana” diyen kadın amının pembe dudaklarını açmış, sikimin içine girişini şehvetli bir titremeyle karşı duvardaki aynadan seyrediyordu. Sağ elinin işaret parmağını ağzına götürüp bir güzel yalarken sikimi dişiliğinin kavurucu derinliklerine çekiyordu. Yalayıp ıslattığı parmağını ağzından çıkarıp bızırının üstüne koydu ve bir yandan doğrulup tekrar sikime otururken, bir yandan da bızırıyla oynamaya başladı. “Şakk, şukkk, şakkk, şukkkk!” diye sesler çıkara çıkara sikimi ıslak ve zevkten kasılan amcığa gömüp çekiyordum. Diri memeler hopluyor, yüzü aldığı zevki ayna gibi yansıtıyordu. Sırtını, beline kadar inen çukurluğu dilimle dolaşarak kadının kulak memelerini, boynunu emiyordum. Teninin hafif tuzlu ama tadına doyulmaz bir lezzeti vardı. Sikiştiğimiz için teninden ve amcığından dayanılmaz çekicilikte bir koku çıkıyordu. Tüm gücümü kontrol ederek kadını öne doğru domalttım ve amcığına seri darbelerle giriş çıkış yapmaya başladım. “Ohh, posasını çıkaracaksın dişiliğimin, vur dedikse öldür demedik erkeğim. Ohh her gün bu kadar yarak yesem amcığım kevgire dönerdi. Ne ben, ne de beni siken zevk alamazdı fallafoş olmuş dişiliğimden. Ohh, ohh, dur… Kaçıncı kez boşalıyorum. Ooohhhh, oohhhh, yarak yemeye bayılıyorum, ölüyorum zevkten ohhhhhhhhhhh!” diyen kadın kalçalarını salladıkça sikimde amcığının ta dibinde çalkalanıyordu. Kapana kısılmış gibi daracık yerde kalan sikim patlamakta gecikmedi. “Üff, yaktın kız beni. Patlattın, uuhhhh, akıttın sikimi!” diyerek kadının memelerine yapıştım ve sikimi kökleyerek kısa aralıklarla attırdım. Damla “Hemen dönerim aşkım” diyerek içeri gitti. Bende sigaraya düşkün olmadığım halde bir sigara yaktım. Yemeklerden ve seksten sonra iyi gidiyor. Bardağımdaki içk**en büyük bir yudum alıp kendi kendime “Hayat bu işte!” dediğimde Damla geldi ve “Bir daha, bir daha istiyorum” diyerek karşımda seksi hareketlerle dans etmeye ve yanıma gelip dilini sikime sürmeye başladı. İnce vücudu, dolgun göğüsleri benim ufaklığı kaldırmaya yetti. Onu masaya dayadığım gibi geçirdim. İçinde olmanın hazzı bambaşkaydı. “Şlapp, şloppppp!” diye saydırırken kadın “Ohhhh, bu defa içir bana sütünü, oohhh!” diyerek beni uyardı. Boşalacağım zaman onu sikmeyi bırakıp ağzına soktum. Kadın hem yaladı hem yalandı ve attırdığım belleri içip bana bu zevki de yaşattı.

Damla’ya ve bu sürprizi hazırlayan patronuma ne kadar teşekkür etsem azdır. Laf aramızda ben bunu hak etmesem asla böyle bir muamele de göremezdim. Bu da işin diğer yönü.

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Disclaimer: characters are all 18+.

***

It came out of nowhere, that was for sure. Samantha had been nothing more than a platonic friend to Jake. They were classmates in one of the top colleges in Singapore, part of a group of closely-knit friends who studied and played together. It wasn’t as if there was any special relationship between Sam and Jake, but the events that night sure didn’t play out that way…

It all started with a proposed group outing; the four friends had planned to meet up that weekend at the National Library to blow off some steam after the stress of the recent exams. However, a last-minute promise to his girlfriend had taken Sanjeev out of the equation, while Michelle had to run some errands for her family. That left just Sam and Jake, and he’d nearly considered calling it off, but Sam had persuaded him otherwise. She’d teased him, “What, are you afraid of going out with me alone?”, and that had forced his hand in the issue.

So Jake had taken the MRT down to Orchard from his home in Novena. His family had a car; a spanking new BMW 320i, but he’d barely started taking his driving lessons and borrowing it wasn’t even a consideration. He’d dressed in a plain Ralf Lauren polo tee and a pair of ripped jeans under the assumption that they weren’t heading for any outlandishly upclassed establishment.

Hence, he was fairly relieved when he finally caught up with Sam outside Cineleisure Orchard. She was decked out in a similarly casual manner; a white tube top with a pink band across the middle and a pink lace ribbon peeping out her cleavage, jean shorts that ended halfway down her thighs and a classy pair of black low-heels. A little brown sling purse completed the outfit. Deciding on a quick bite before catching a show, they stopped by Long John’s Silver to fill their stomachs with greasy fish and chips before taking a slow walk up to the box office.

As they stood on the escalator that would carry them up to the fifth floor, Jake couldn’t help but feel that Sam had dressed up just a little bit more than she usually would. Then again, she didn’t need to dress up much on regular days to catch the eye.

Sam wasn’t a very tall girl, standing at about 1.67m tall. She also wasn’t what you’d call a buxomy figure; a chest that featured an A cup at best. Then again, it wasn’t those features that drew the boys to her. She had a slim body, lithe and tanned from afternoons spent out at the local riding club on horseback. The muscle definition was there, but not overwhelming in its presence; the balance that typified the sporty girl that guys so loved to chase. Then there was her face – beautiful almond eyes below perfectly shaped eyebrows, a pert little mouth, and a delicate nose that complimented her features. Her silky shoulder-length hair was held back (as it always was) by a sky blue hairband with a few spare wisps of hair framing her face while classy clear crystal studs adorned her ears.

As he looked at her, his attention was drawn to her bare shoulders, where he could see bikini tan lines. There was just something about them that Jake found so alluring on girls, though he was equally distracted by her shorts, for they revealed shapely tanned thighs and slim legs that many girls could only dream about having. In fact, he drifted in and out of the conversation enough times that he’d caught Sam frowning at him in disapproval. Whether she realised that she was the source of his distraction or not, he hadn’t a clue.

By the time they reached the box office, Jake felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. Being a typically Saturday night in Orchard Road, he’d forgotten that he should’ve bought the tickets before eating, for all the recent blockbusters were sold out to the last seat. He’d nearly given up when Sam had cheekily nudged him in the side and pointed out a Korean film that had available seats. And it wasn’t just any old drama for it was rated R21 and with a title that approximated “Forbidden Lust” or something along those lines, one didn’t need to think much to guess at the contents.

Jake escort ataşehir felt his face flush red as he saw the movie details, but Sam’s puppy-dog ‘pretty please?’ expression forced him to swallow his discomfort and walk up to the counter to buy a pair of tickets for the show. Being two years under the minimum age of the show, he’d given his ‘best mature guy’ impression and looked away as the cashier scrutinised him from behind her glass window. Eventually, she conceded and handed over the tickets, which Sam gleefully picked up and raced off with.

Sneaking through the ticket-checkers wasn’t a problem either – the old man stationed outside was more concerned with ogling the chest of a well-endowed lady yakking on the phone than with checking their ages. His loss.

It turned out to be not as bad as Jake had expected it to be. It was worse. Scenes of drunken debauchery were sprinkled with mass orgies and rampant sexuality filled the screen. He found himself caught between turned on by the on-screen fornication and discomfort caused by Sam’s presence in the very next seat. In fact, he’d glance over occasionally and caught Sam watching with a rather disturbingly intense look in her eyes. Her hand briefly flitted down to her crotch region, though she withdraw it after she caught his sideways glance.

When the movie ended, there was an awkward silence between the pair of them as they exited the building. While Jake was far from being a prude, watching the explicit content in close proximity with a close friend of the opposite gender made him feel a little uncomfortable. Then again, being the gentleman that he was, he walked her back to her semi-detached house along Cairnhill Road; just across the road and a stone’s throw away from Orchard Road.

They stopped before the yellow brick house and Sam fished out a set of keys from her purse and unlocked the gate and stepped in. Jake was about to say goodnight and walk away as quickly as he could to end the awkward moment, but Sam’s hand flashed out and caught his arm.

“Jake, my parents are out of the country and I’m.. well, I’m feeling a little lonely in this empty house. Could you come in and sit with me for a short while? Please?”

The butterflies in Jake’s stomach were slowly growing by the second as he was torn between breaking away for a hasty exit and a close friend in need of his companionship. The latter eventually won out, for he reluctantly mumbled in agreement and followed her up the steps into the house.

The interior furnishing was simple yet elegant in the manner of an 18th century country house. There were no extravagant Picasso prints or marble inlays; just a few pieces of western-style wooden furniture and pictures of rustic country scenery. It was more cosy than posh and made Jake feel right at home.

“Come on, take a look at my room,” grinned Sam as she led him by the elbow up a wooden staircase to one of three rooms on the second floor. It was a smallish room, with just enough space for a queen-sized bed and a small desk, but like the rest of the house, it was cosy with a full-length mirror on a wall and animal-themed decor scattered all over the place. Jake even spotted a plush horse stuffed toy that he’d given to her on her last birthday.

Sam threw herself backwards onto the bed and patted the edge next to her with a grin. He shuffled over and sat down, leaning backwards while propping himself up with his arms.

“So, how’d you like my house?” said Sam, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a very nice place,” Jake offered truthfully. “Sure beats my little condo. I’d love to have a place like this to myself one day.”

“Well, maybe you can’t have that tonight, but you can have me.”

Jake blinked, opened his mouth to utter something but found that the link between his brain and his mouth had been disconnected. It took a double-take or two before he composed himself well enough to offer a lame, “what?” in reply.

Sam didn’t answer that in words, but got up and leaned across him, hooking her arms behind him such that she kadıköy escort bayan was face to face with him. Then she moved in and kissed him on the lips.

Jake was too shocked to move. Sure, Sam was single and was one of the most desirable girls in their faculty, but he’d always thought of himself as being too plain for someone of her stature. But this was different! She’d made the first move and he’d.. he’d… aww heck, if the opportunity was there…

He broke out of his self-imposed state of immobility and returned the kiss with an equal amount of passion. Her slender tongue probed his own, her lips locked with his in a moment of pure magic. He reached out and put his hands around her slight waist, drawing her into him as they savoured each other.

Then she broke off the kiss, staring deeply into his eyes for a long second or two before a big smile appeared on her face and she uttered a single word.

“Strip.”

“WHAT?!” exclaimed Jake as he found himself sinking into deeper and deeper water.

“Aww, come on J. It’s not that difficult,” quipped Sam with a cheeky grin as she got off the bed and stood facing him. “I’ll even go first!”

Jake felt his heart skip a handful of beats as he sat there rooted to the spot as Sam loosened the pink ribbon hanging out of her tube top. Like a sensuous dancer, she wriggled as she pulled the top over her head in one smooth move, disclosing a lacy strapless white bra that covered her small breasts. He felt his dick swell in his pants as he watched her pull off the hairband, letting her smooth hair fall in black waves over her shoulders.

She followed it up by unbuttoning her shorts and sliding it off her shapely legs, with only a matching lacy thong to cover her pussy. And how she did it in such a sexy manner, Jake didn’t know, but the growing bulge in his pants was testimony to her skill. On closer inspection, he could see that the thong was already damp, with the outlines of Sam’s pussy visible through the thin material.

Her bra was the next to go, unclipped and tossed to the floor like a forgotten toy, exposing two smallish breasts that were topped by perky nipples. Sam wasn’t a Pam Anderson by any stretch of the imagination, but her boobs were nicely shaped handfuls that were just pleading to be played with.

She almost stopped his heart as she hooked her thumbs on her panties and slid them down her legs, revealing a completely bald cunt that just looked oh-so-tight! The fact that she’d paid so much attention to her pussy immediately made Jake recall the various rumours floating around school that she’d lost her virginity in her first year at JC and had been lying with a few guys since then.

Then it was his turn and Sam was standing in the buff staring at him expectedly. He cringed. It wasn’t as if he was unexposed to sex; he jacked off to porn just like most guys (and that NYP Tammy video? Just HOT!) and had engaged in heavy petting with his ex, but he’d never done the full it with a girl before. But he was stuck there with no other choice, so he removed his shirt and pants, throwing them in a pile on the floor and hesitated over his boxers.

So Sam reached out and snagged the elastic band of his boxers, pulling them down to his knees as his dick sprung free of its confinement and saluted her slim, supple body. She didn’t seem at all shocked by the sight of it – something he put down to her experience – and knelt down in front of him to take his Mr Happy into her small hands, spreading the gobs of precum all over the head of his dick as she looked up at him with a mischievous look on her face.

Before Jake knew it, Sam had bent down and wrapped her thin lips around the head of his cock. He felt a brilliant sensation of warmth shoot through his body as she slid her mouth up and down as she massaged his balls with her hands. Her tongue played along the length of his dick, creating an intense sensation that caused a novice like him to fly into a climax when she sucked particularly hard on one stroke. Not wanting to gag her in case she wasn’t escort bostancı ready for it, he pulled out of her mouth just as he lost all control, sending a spray of thick gooey cum flying at her, landing all over her mouth, nose and hair. In fact, one particular glob just hung from her chin, which Jake found to be an incredibly sexy look for her.

To Sam’s credit, she didn’t flinch at all as she took the load in the face. In fact, she seemed to love it as she used a finger to gather the semen on her before sticking it in her mouth and swallowing it with a smile. So she had done it before! In fact, he was doubly sure that she’d done it quite a few times as she took his softening dick into her mouth and sucked the remaining cum off it. It was like living in a real life porno flick or something. But it was all real and it was happening to him!

Sam flopped back down onto the bed, motioning for him to join her. As they lay beside each other in silence, she alternated between sucking and stroking his cock, causing it to stiffen once more as she worked on it. When it was nearly back to its full size, she reached to her bedside table and pulled a loose condom out of a box. With a knowing grin, she expertly slid the thin plastic over Jake’s hardening member, probably assuming that he’d not know how to put it on himself.

Despite his inexperience, he found himself greatly aroused by her touch as she ministrated to his sexual longings. The sight of her face with remnants of cum streaking it was as much a turn-on as the temptation of her neatly shaven pussy as she straddled him, gently lowering her opening over his erect penis.

Jake felt the sensation of her pussy lips cupping his swollen dick head, which turned from a slow tingling to unbelievable ecstasy as she slid herself onto him. Her pussy was indeed as tight as it had looked at first glance, her vaginal walls pressing firmly onto his dick as Sam impaled herself on his manhood.

Just as he felt the very top of his dick reached as far as it could go, she leaned over and kissed him again on the lips before easily sliding off him. He must’ve looked like he’d had a brain freeze for she smiled sweetly at him before she slowly sunk back down onto him, drawing his dick back into the warm tight folds of her inner sanctum. This time, she felt more relaxed and was able to take almost all of his manhood into her pussy, before squeezing her vaginal muscles to draw a startled gasp from Jake.

He just lay there, his gaze locked onto her ebony eyes as she rode him in a manner not too dissimiliar from riding a horse. In fact, Jake wondered if that could be the very reason why she’d taken up horse riding with such a passion! He reached up and cupped her little breasts in his hands, squeezing them and tickling her erect nipples, causing her to elicit a sharp gasp of her own.

The springs of the bed creaked softly underneath them as they made passionate love to each other, slowly forming a rhythm as their two bodies merged into one. Jake felt his balls aching, but it was an ache of desperately-awaited pleasure as he savoured the moment.

He felt his second load of cum build up in his dick and Sam must have too, for she reached down and placed his hands on her ass and whispered loudly, “fuck me now Jake, fuck me!”. He reacted instinctively as he pulled her deeper and deeper onto his dick with each thrust until he felt her pussy twitch and clamp down on him like a vise as she neared her own orgasm.

“Harder, J! HARDER!! I’m.. I’m.. unnhh.. AAAHHHH!”

Jake felt his dick twitch hard before he saw Sam close her eyes and throw her head back with a cry of utter rapture as he climaxed, sending a shot of jism into her while her whole body shook with sheer pleasure. It seemed like eternity before she slumped beside him with a look of satisfaction plastered across her face.

Sam reached down and slid the used condom off his softening dick before tossing it into a bin beside the bed. The sheets were soaked with sweat and the air had the musty smell of lovemaking, but Jake was in bliss as he cuddled with Sam on the bed.

“So, was that good for you?” she inquired cheekily as she slid a hand across his chest.

Jake could only nod in agreement, kissing her on the forehead as they held each other in the silence of the deepening night.

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This story is based on a true narrative of a good friend and sex companion of mine. When I revealed to her that I was contributing to Literotica, she was keen that I should pen her biography, starting from her first experience, when she was seduced by her then boss. She has her own profile at sexydesilady on Literotica. She would love to hear from Literotica members about how they felt about her sexperiences.

There are some Hindi words used, but the meaning would be apparent from the context to English readers.

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After graduating in Business, with a major in Human Resources, I was selected in a campus interview as HR Trainee with a major BPO company headquartered in Bangalore. The company was servicing a wide range of clientele, from the UK, USA, and Europe.

At the threshold of my career, it helped me immensely to land a job in Bangalore with a good pay packet. All of 21 years, 5ft 7 inches, and a great 34C-26-36 body, and with good grades to boot, it was easy for me to make an impression on the positions I had applied for. I looked forward to the future, which held a lot of promise. For a small-town girl from an agrarian family, this was truly a dream come true.

Early days after joining were spent in orientation, various process managers would conduct day-long sessions on how work was carried out. It was almost like college days, most of the fresh recruits were serious about their work. I, as usual, maintained my carefree and sometimes careless attitude. After training, there was a lull for a few days. My section manager, who I was to report to, asked me to come to his cabin.

I knocked and entered his cabin, a bit apprehensively. I was dressed in a sober salwar suit, with very light makeup. He was the same person, Mr. Ram SIngh, who had interviewed me in the final round. He had given me a light hug while handing over the appointment letter.

At that time I had not given it a second thought, as I was a free and flirty person all through my college days. I did recollect his hard toned muscles and his smooth charm during that occasion. He seemed to be about 50-ish, with slight greying around the temples, giving him a very distinguished look. My placement officer had told me that he was highly qualified, with degrees from IIT and IIM. He had also worked in the US for about 20 years, before joining the company a few months back, she explained.

He asked me to sit down, with a disapproving look. Anything wrong sir, I queried, nervously. Yes, he replied, you are not coming to work in our company dress code, and I notice that you are spending a lot of time in the canteen, besides coming late.

Now I was scared, Sir, maine dresses silwane ke liye di thi, lekin tailor ne late kiya.

You have to talk only in English, in the office, my dear Anjali, he rebuked.

Yes, Sir, I will take care. I had given the dresses for stitching, but the tailor had delayed.

He gave me a pleasant look, and said, I look forward to seeing you in the dress code of skirt and blouse or trousers and shirt. It’s your choice. You may leave now. With that he dismissed me.

I walked back to my desk, pink with embarrassment at having made my boss displeased within a few days of my joining.

Luckily for me, the dresses I had ordered were delivered the same evening, so I planned to give him a good surprise the next day. I had made an appointment with the local beauty parlor near my flat, and I got eyebrows and nails done there along with a light facial. I woke up early and took a nice long shower to feel fresh.

During the shower, I ran my fingers over my womanhood, today, my fingers lingered longer. I wanted them to. I did not want to leave it at that. I laid down on the bathroom floor. Cuddling one breast with one hand and pinching my love knob with a finger, then alternating the hands, all the while under a flow of water, I raised myself to the levels of high ecstasy and brought myself to an explosive orgasm. I arched my back against the wall and felt wave after wave of stimulating energy charging me for my first real big day with my boss. It felt heavenly as if I was under a waterfall. Fully refreshed, I dried myself and came out nude to dress.

The skirt was a deep blue, the company color and the blouse, a nice soft cotton one. I had taken care to select the better quality material and was pleased with the result. I selected my newest bra and panty set, deep purple in color, which I had purchased from Zivame. I dried myself and set my hair with a wet look.

I dressed carefully and with great attention to detail. The tailor was good and he had cut the blouse and skirt very well, to accentuate and show off my 34C-26-36 figure to it’s best. Putting on a light lipstick, I looked at myself in the mirror and was very pleasantly surprised, to see the final result. Let’s see your reaction today, Mr. Ram Singh, I thought to myself. Your cock will go hard today, I naughtily added to myself.

On the way to the office, I was already turning heads. I reached the office before time, and as escort bostancı I was walking towards my desk, I noticed that my boss had already come in. Our eyes met, and he gave a big smile and beckoned me into his cabin. Hi Anjali, you look fantastic today. Please sit down. Swaying my hips sexily, I walked in. He was dressed nattily as ever, in a crisp white shirt, with a casual tie, his jacket hanging on the coat rack, behind him. Thank you, sir, I replied, with more confidence. Your tie is very nice. No need for sir, you may call me Ram, he countered, and thanks for the compliment.

By the way, Anjali, he continued, I would need a special assistant to help me with my work. I had spoken to the HR Director, and she gave me the go-ahead to select you, as you are a fresher. My heart leaped, it would be a fantastic opportunity to prove my worth to my boss.

I was to work at the desk directly opposite his cabin. My work consisted largely of managing his calendar and meetings, keep files on existing and prospective clients, and I was also made to take notes during internal review meetings and prepare typed minutes for his reading. I was also to fix arrangements for his dinners with clients. These also included making stay arrangements for overseas guests at five-star hotels.

In the beginning, he was very cooperative. He gave me his personal mobile number and used to message me frequently with jokes and funny stuff.

On occasion, he would ask me to accompany him to dinner with clients. He introduced me to many new items of food from all over the world. He invited me to join him for a drink. I was unsure of my reply. I have never touched it before, I declined in a blurt. I was lying of course, because we used to party hard during college days, and beer, wine, and the occasional vodka were known well to me.

I will order a light cocktail for you, there is always a first time, he spoke with a smile. Ok, Sir, I replied with as much a straight face as I could. I was sure that he knew more about me than I knew about him, the way his eyes were on me. Ok, Ram, he whispered into my ear. I swear I felt his tongue, in my ear. I was stunned and started to blush. He smartly turned his attentions to the guests and started conversing with them about the upcoming contract renewal and details about it.

Ram used to drive a posh Mercedes, with tinted glasses. No one could see anything from outside. He would take me along to the meetings and dinners in his car. Quite a few times, while changing gears, he would let a hand slide over my thighs. I used to feel very different when he did that, there would be a flush of warmth over my body, and it was a nice feeling. At the same time, my natural shyness used to overtake me.

Sometimes my panties would get wet, and the scent of pussy juices would waft over. I could not protest his seemingly innocent actions. As the days passed, we got closer and topics of personal nature entered our conversations. I was quite pleased with his attention, and I could make out the jealous glances of my female office mates.

We would converse on general topics initially. I was the chatterbox, told him of my mofussil background, Hindi medium schooling, then Secondary School in English. One day, when I had run out of anything to talk about, I picked up the courage to ask about his family.

Curious busybody, aren’t you, dear Anju, he replied with a smile. We had just reached the destination, and the topic died there. I got my answer soon enough.

A few days later, on another commute, while waiting at a red light, he placed his hand on my right thigh and squeezing it gently, softly said, I have been divorced for 10 years now.

The jokes and cartoons, that he sent earlier, slowly turned to become more of an adult nature differing from the general variety that he had been sending earlier.

One late evening, when our floor was empty but for us two, he called me to his cabin., wanting to show me something on his computer screen. As I leaned over, he touched my boobs and tried to kiss me.

I was overcome with shame and ran out of his cabin. Picking up my handbag, I dashed out of the office quickly and went home. I collapsed on the bed, my heart pounding and confusion reigning in my mind. One half was telling me that I did right because he was a married guy, mild flirting was tolerable, but not beyond that. The other half told me that I blew a good chance to improve my career.

For the next few days, I stopped entering his cabin. He started to get irritated with my work and point out silly mistakes in my spreadsheets, which he used to correct himself earlier. One day he threw a file on my face! I was in quite a fearful state, and more so, because he was a well-respected person and no one would believe my story.

With my mental peace shattered, I started making more and more mistakes. One day, it came to pass, that if I did not do anything about it, I would certainly be losing my job. That evening I waited late, till the office emptied itself, and went to meet him.

Ram sir, I am sorry, please forgive my mistake. ümraniye escort He gave a broad smile. Sit down, won’t you, I just need to finish this email. In a few minutes, he came behind my chair, and gently squeezed my boobs, all the time, standing. I did not resist, I was ready for him.

Good girl, he murmured.

I had to surrender myself completely to Ram’s mercies. He smothered my face with tender kisses. My face was upturned and he met my lips with his and gently probed with his tongue. I opened up my mouth and our tongues licked each other. Trying to clasp each other like writhing snakes in heat. He continued smooching my lips and cheeks and forehead for another few minutes and released me with a deep sigh. It was the first time I was in the hands of an experienced 50 year young lover.

The next days went by in a familiar pattern. I showed up to work early and go late to catch a few precious extra moments with my newfound lover. On some occasions, Ram would drop me off at my flat, but it stayed at that. He never offered to come upstairs or anything.

It was on a Friday, that he suggested that we had a dinner appointment and that I make reservations at the best Chinese restaurant in town. I selected “The Pavilion”, a rooftop establishment with a great night time view. We left the office together around 7:30 pm that day. He had indicated to me that the meeting was going to be quite significant and important.

All through the evening, he was very nice to me. I kept looking out for the expected clients, but no one came. He did not seem to be disturbed by the lack of the arrival of clients.

We ordered drinks and appetizers, and when he started to order the main course, I could not contain myself and asked him, Ram, should we not wait for our clients? There are no clients today, he smiled, I never mentioned that clients would be expected. I merely said this meeting was important, and that means important for you and me.

My heart went into a hypersonic mode. My cunt was leaking fluids freely. I quickly excused myself and went to the ladies’ room and put on the pad I carried, to prevent the juices from staining my skirt or the cloth upholstery of the upscale restaurant.

I calmed myself and realized that this was going to be a big day. Or more correctly, a big night. I fixed my makeup and adjusted my dress to make up for the wear and tear of the day. Joining him at the table, I found that the main course was being served. We ate in silence, as I could bring myself to speak anything.

As the restaurant was a rooftop one, we had to take the elevator all the way down to the lobby after dinner. The elevator door opened onto a floor with deluxe rooms and he stepped out. Ram, I called out, this is not the lobby. He turned back, winked and said, I know. Come on.

Opening the room door with the card key, he stepped in and held the door open for me. Oh god, I thought to myself, the CCTV cams must have spotted us. As I stepped in, he closed the door, and took me in his arms, and started stroking my bums through the dress. I was motionless, heart beating rapidly, and breaths coming deep and fast. A couple of minutes later, as I started to calm down, he held me away with my shoulders in his firm grasp. You are really beautiful, Anju, he spoke softly. Taking me by my elbow, he led me into a spacious suite with a balcony running outside.

There was a small package on the dressing table, and putting it in my hands, he pointed to the bathroom and asked me to go and change. I went inside and opened it, thinking that there would be some dress inside. What was inside was no dress but a sexy lingerie set, with stockings to match!

I was shocked to see the gift and understood that I was going to be screwed that night. I was in the bathroom for a bit of time, thinking about what would be my fate in the morning.

Izzat lutne wali hai, Anjali!

I was realizing that having come this far, I had no options. If I lost my job within a couple of months, I would be on the roads, searching for jobs. I wanted to stay in Bangalore, and it would be expensive to maintain even a month without a regular salary. To top it all, I was also drunk with 2-3 pegs of vodka.

Suddenly, an impatient knocking on the door broke my thoughts. There were some robes in the washroom, so I quickly wore one over my dress and came out.

Seeing me in the robe, Ram grinned and asked what was there to be shy about. We are here to have fun. Take the robe off, Anju baby! Coming closer to me, he tugged at the belt firmly, so much so that it fell off.

You seem to need more convincing, darling, I will make it easy for you, he said, holding me firmly, and kissing me.

He once again kissed me hard and squeezed my ass and this time I responded. Slowly I started kissing him back until we were both kissing each other and feeling each other’s bodies with our hands in a sexual frenzy that almost threatened to explode the very room. Our tongues were intertwined and licking each other vigorously as Ram pushed my skirt and panty down my legs and kartal escort bayan let them drop. His hands moved down to my bare ass as he began squeezing my butt cheeks hard and spreading them. Without any warning, he gave me two tight slaps on my bum. It stung and tears flowed. I kept quiet. The slaps were followed by gentle caressing, as he whispered into my ear, it will feel good, relax. It truly did, and my love nectar started to ooze below, under his tender ministrations.

Spreading my legs, he started probing my gaand and choot. He slipped a finger in between my ass cheeks and into my pussy. I was dripping wet and My cunt felt tight as he stuck about an inch into me and began rubbing the inside of my wet lower lips with his thumb. He then removed my finger and his hands moved up to my blouse and began opening it as the passionate kissing continued. I moved my hands to unbutton his shirt and feel his naked chest. He threw my shirt to the ground and undid my bra and let the straps slide off my shoulders and began grabbing my breasts like a possessed beast as I removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt and trousers to the floor. His mouth left mine and he began biting my breasts softly as he guided my hand down to his boxers and made me feel his engorged lowda.

Hey Bhagwan, it is so big!, thought I.

I kept moaning as his mouth moved to my left nipple and began sucking and nibbling on it as his other hand grabbed and pressed my right breast. I began squeezing his hard cock and moaning slightly as his mouth shifted its attention to the other nipple which he sucked hard and let his mouth glide outward while sucking my tit and letting it go with a gentle bite.

“Oh lord,” I whispered, “I could never imagine such pleasures existed …”. All variations of masturbation that I had tried, paled into nothing compared to doing it with a lover.

“You’ve never felt a dick before have you?” he asked as he continued groping my breast with one hand and ass with the other. He looked into my eyes and I was biting my lip. I shook my head, my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations that Ram was unfolding upon me.

“Take off my boxers and get on your knees on the floor,” he abruptly ordered. I complied as I slowly opened my eyes and looking at him all the while until I was in the position he demanded. The tears had given way to a look of lust in my eyes, which was the biggest turn on for Ram than any of the preceding events because it showed him that now I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.

“Now hold my cock in both your hands, slightly squeezing it with your left hand towards the tip and the right hand at the base and stroke it back and forth.” I did as I was commanded.

“Good. Now remove your left hand from the tip and cup my marbles with it and continue stroking my dick with the right,” I obeyed as Ram sat himself down on a chair with my face in the middle of his legs.

“Now open up wide and push my cock into your mouth down till your throat, until you feel your grip on your lips.” I closed my eyes, opened my mouth wide and lowered my neck until half of my boss’s cock was in my mouth.

“Now go up and down on it with both your mouth and hand and suck on it hard and gently squeeze my nuts with the other hand as you do this,” I followed his orders and began giving him the best head of his life. I looked up at him and lust was oozing out of my gaze as I sucked my boss up and down. I removed his dick from my mouth, licked the entire shaft side to side and back to front and then on his swollen cockhead which was throbbing and leaking pre-cum juices. I lapped them up and began deep throating his cock doing amazingly well to suppress my gag reaction for a first-timer. A few tears welled up in my eyes as I kept gagging on my boss’s dick but I didn’t let up, increasing my speed as I kept squeezing his nuts.

Ram felt his loins shudder as his throbbing member got ready to burst a dam of his semen deep in my gagging throat which was grasping the head of his penis in the back of my throat every time I gagged on it. Ram let go as a huge wave of euphoria swept through him and he emptied his nuts into my throat. I was surprised by the jolts of cum spurting down my throat and tried to back off but Ram grabbed my head and kept fucking my throat until his orgasm subsided and the last drops of his juices were emptied in my throat. I immediately pulled up, gasping for air, but didn’t have time as Ram lifted me by my shoulders and sat me down bare arsed on the work desk in the hotel room.

He pushed my back and climbed on top of my, kissing, nibbling and licking my neck, going down my collarbone and sucked each succulent nipple until it was a shade of blood-red. His mouth continued down south as his right hand groped my boobs and he drew little circles of saliva down my chest and onto my navel. Using the other hand he spread my pussy, exposing my throbbing and enlarged clit using his index and middle fingers as his thumb began pushing into my vaginal opening, rubbing the roof of it, right under the clit. His mouth moved further down onto my thighs, caressing, nibbling and sucking my creamy flesh as his other hand came down and he inserted a finger into my waiting, dripping choot. He tried to push in but couldn’t as he felt my hymen in the way as I gasped in a little bit of pain from the pressure applied by him on my virginity.

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The wind blew hard against the windows, howling and trying its hardest to break in. the sky darkened as thunder roared across the sky. Running from his car, he couldn’t wait to get home where it was safe and dry.

Lying in wait, she lay stretched out on his bed. Wearing his favorite sexy outfit, she knew exactly what she was after and wasn’t going to stop until she was satisfied. The lock threw on the door as her blood froze. All the hairs on the back of her neck stood with anticipation as the door pushed open. She could hear foot steps across the wood floor as he stripped out of his jacket, shoes and wet clothes. Grinning, she waited, not making a single sound. Thunderstorms always made her wild with a feeling she rarely gets to experience.

There were candles spread all over the room. “maximum seduction for maximum pleasure” she thought to herself. She knew he was going to be tired and after their conversation earlier, thought this was just what the doctor ordered. Patiently she waited for him to walk into his bedroom, forcing herself to contain her excitement.

“Hun?” he called from the kitchen, “are you here?”. She chose not to answer, wanting her location to be kept a complete surprise. Hearing nothing in return he started down the hall. “Thank god I’m alone” he thought “I so need some private time before she gets home”. He started stripping off his clothes as he inches closer to his room. Websites and stories started flooding his head as he tried to decide what he wanted to look at. “I think escort kartal ill read…” he thought as he opened his door and caught sight of his surprise. His cock immediately stiffened as his eyes traveled from her smile, down her neck to her breasts then continuing on down to her pussy and finally stopping at her long soft legs.

“Hello there” she said is a soft sexy voice. “Thought you could use a little…me…” At first she wasn’t sure if he liked seeing her this way. In her mind it took him a little too long to show any emotion other then absolute shock. Waiting cautiously, she started moving her legs back and forth, as if to say ‘come and get it’.

Dropping his clothes on the floor, he tore of his boxers, revealing an erection she hadn’t seen in a long time. A crash of thunder and bolt of lightning lit up the room as he rushed towards her. His hands wandering all over her body, feeling every inch of her soft skin. Her luscious breasts her firm and erect, waiting for him to touch and play. Her pussy moist, waiting for him to dive right in. pulling her towards him, he kissed her. Wanting to taste every inch of her willing soul. “I’m all yours for the taking” she whispered in his ear, grabbing hold of his huge bulging erection. Her hands gripped hard as she started moving them up and down his shaft, making sure to touch every nerve pulsing beneath her finger. She could feel him melting into her body as she carefully and forcefully flipped him onto his back. grinning she licked him. Starting maltepe escort at his neck and slowly working her way down towards his penis. Every time she nibbled, his back arched with pleasure as we waited for her to make it to his ever growing erection. Her mouth was warm on contact as she placed her lips around his head and sucked. His hands grabbed the back of her head as he forced her to blow, up and down, harder and deeper. He wanted to feel the back of her throat as she groaned. The vibrations of her throat made every nerve stand on end. Harder and harder she sucked, playing with every inch of his cock as she plunged him deeper and deeper into her throat until right at that perfect moment she jumped on his and forcing him in her.

Her pussy was warm and wet, inviting every sensation of pleasure to pass from her to him. Another crack of thunder hit, causing her to ride, harder and faster, forcing him to hold back. Seconds seemed like hours as he lay, watching her luscious breasts bounce under her skimpy, revealing lace teddy. soon wild emotions took hold as he reached up and tore off her lace teddy, exposing her breasts. Feeling her nipples he gentle, yet firmly placed her breast in his mouth. Allowing his tongue to do the walking he wanted her face as he teased. Her eyes sparkled with every color imaginable as the ecstasy rushed over her, taking hold of her entire body and forcing her to let go. “Oh my god” she screamed, trying to keep her body moving. Every part was tingling with pendik escort bayan this wild and crazy sensation they were creating.

With another crack of lightning she let everything go, allowing her self to cum ever so slightly. it was enough to let him know that she didn’t want it to stop. Grabbing her shoulders, he flipped her onto her back “my turn” he said. Plunging in, he started thrusting hard. He wanted to cum in her so bad it took all his energy to keep focused long enough to have some fun for him self. Deeper and deeper he went. Each movement causing her to tingle harder and longer. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to focus completely on the sensation of feeling him go in and out of her. Reaching up she pushed against the wall, causing them to fuck closer and harder. With each thrust his erection grew, pushing hard again the walls of her pussy, begging to be let lose.

Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore. He flipped her onto her stomach and mounted her from behind, plunging deep within her. “Holy shit” she screamed “DON’T STOP”. Faster and faster he went, forcing her to bite her lip till it bled a little. Her body screamed to let go. Forcing herself to wait, she pushed harder against the wall, causing more friction between their bodies until neither one could hold on any longer. With that final crack of lightning, she squeaked in pleasure as she released all her built up emotion, pouring everything she had all over his cock as he slowly started to vibrate within her. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he pulsed his juices into her willing body. Sweating, he lay against her back and kissed her cheek. Smiling he rolled off and lay next to her. “I’m glad you’re home safe hun” she whispered, kissing his nose between deep, hard breaths.

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“Skittle-toes? SKITTLE-TOES?” Katie stood at the entrance to my cubicle, indignant.

It was my own fault. At the office happy hour last Friday, I had one beer too many, and jokingly told “Loose-Cannon Ken” about my secret nickname for Katie. I had no-one to blame but myself for saying something like that to a blabbermouth like Ken.

It was next Monday evening, and the office was almost empty, except for me, and apparently, Katie. “Um. You see,” I tried to explain. I was flustered. I had spent the day hoping that perhaps Ken hadn’t said anything, but obviously he had.

“I didn’t mean,” I babbled, pausing to stare at my office-renowned jar full of Skittles, “… Well, you call me Skittle-man, right? Skittle-toes was just a term of endearment! Skittles are great, right?” People really did call me the Skittle-man. Sometimes I even thought people only talked to me because they wanted Skittles.

Katie was a petite natural blonde, five feet tall, with adorably tiny feet. And most days, she wore the cutest strappy-style mule shoes, four straps covering just the bridge pendik escort of her foot, leaving her slender ankles and toes fully exposed. And her nail polish colors always matched up with a Skittles color. Red most of the time, but sometimes purple, and occasionally playful shades of green, orange, or even yellow to match her outfit. This week had been red, and I involuntarily glanced at her feet and toes for a moment.

I had also been in love with her from the moment we started working together two years ago, but the circumstances were never right. Plus, our relationship based on constant good-natured bickering was so perfect, I didn’t want to ruin it either.

It was several awkward seconds of glaring, before I noticed a smirk forming at the side of her mouth. She said, as she often did with pauses between each syllable, “You’re dis-gus-ting!”

I shrugged in agreement. Relieved and emboldened, I looked over to my jar of Skittles, reached out and opened it, and pulled out four or five red ones. I took one skittle, leaned down and forward to her foot, maltepe escort and put it next to her middle toe. The nail was almost the exact same size as the skittle, and the colors matched perfectly too.

“Skittle… Toe….” I added my own inter-syllabic pause for effect, as I jokingly glared back at her.

“I suppose,” she huffed in concession.

“Sit.” I rolled my chair back to provide space, and pointed to a spot on my desk next to the Skittle jar.

She sat. I rolled my chair back in front of her, took her left foot in my right hand, and slipped her shoe off. With my other hand, I gently pulled her big and second toe apart and positioned the skittle horizontally between them, aligned with her nails. I did the same with three more skittles, creating a beautiful sea of red polished toes with matching skittles between each one. I tried not to notice that propping her foot up like this was also giving me a partial view up her flared skirt.

“Skittles, are the most wonderful things on the planet,” I said, as I lifted her foot by her ankle toward kartal escort my mouth. I aligned my top and bottom lip with the first skittle, millimeters from the toes of my dreams. But I was the Skittle-man. I had my priorities. I pulled the first one from between her toes, chomped twice, and it was gone.

She was looking at me as if I was absolutely insane. But she wasn’t stopping me.

“Well, maybe the second most wonderful thing on the planet,” I said, briefly looking up. Then I returned to her toes, getting the remaining skittles first, relishing the incidental lip to toe contact, then finally tugging her three middle toes fully into my mouth and sucking hungrily and passionately. The preposterousness of it all, I thought to myself. Something better than Skittles?

Katie raised her other leg, resting her heel on the edge of the desk, deliberately showing me her hair-free everything. I looked up momentarily, our eyes meeting as years of suppressed feelings exploded.

I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect moment. That was, until she took her equally exquisite middle finger, slipped it in, and rapidly and audibly fingered herself. overwhelming my senses with tastes, sights, sounds, and the pheromones from her feet and everything else up that skirt of hers.

I’ll get back to those eyes later.

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