If so would you please share.
I've tried a google photo search with no luck.
I've tried a google photo search with no luck.
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Anyone have any of this lovely lady.
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Please Id blonde
Any more of her?
Thanks.
Thanks.
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Walking My Baby Back Home
The next day at school is weird. Allison doesn't act like anything is different but every time I look at her I remember her Mom sucking on my dick, pleading for more and more.
I get through the day and, as usual, Allison and I walk to her home. As we enter the kitchen Mrs. B is working at the counter. She isn't wearing her usual loose clothes. She is wearing heels which make her legs look really good. Her tight little rump is being hugged by a pair of denim shorts.
"Hi, kids," she chirps as she turns to face us. The apron she's wearing isn't quite wide enough to cover all of her bosom on top but does fall below the hem of her shorts.
"I just finished baking some cookies, dear. Help yourself." As she speaks she is pulling off the apron. The t-shirt underneath says "Love Pink" across the chest. But it is so distorted that it's hard to read.
I'd seen Allison wearing that shirt. It looked much different on Mrs. B.! Not particularly low cut, there are still impressive mounds of breast flesh peeking out of the neck line. The hem of the shirt doesn't even reach her navel. Her tits push the hem away from her body. I suspect there is serious underboob cleavage to be seen if I was to kneel in front of her. I'm staring. After yesterday I kind of figured that she had big tits. But I had no idea that Mrs. B was THIS big! She has huge tits. Much larger than Allison!
"MOM! Why are you wearing my shirt?" Allison sounds upset. "You've stretched it all out of shape!"
"Have I, dear?" She looked down at herself. "I saw it in the laundry and thought it was cute. I'm sorry if I've ruined it." She didn't sound sorry. She sounded, um, proud, maybe?
"Well, I can't wear it anymore now, can I?" She turns to look in the fridge for a snack.
"Oh, honey, it'll be okay." Mrs. B replies. She's smiling at me behind Allison's back as she speaks. She winks! I watch as she leans back against the counter and places her hands on the counter top edge. Her tits are forced into prominence as she does so. They surge forward, looking even bigger under that too small shirt. Looking me in the eyes she arches her back. Her tits just seem to explode from her chest! They are so BIG! So huge, Allison's t-shirt seems on the verge of ripping itself to shreds as it tries to contain her gigantic fun bags. Despite the shirt riding up on her massive melons more flesh is being pushed above the neckline. I can just see the lower edge of her over stuffed bra below the bottom hem of the shirt! My chin is on my chest. What a gigantic set of boobs! How had I never even suspected this?
Allison is looking in the fridge. But I'm staring at Carla, Mrs. B. as she poses in front of me. It's obvious that she has dressed up to show off. And I had no idea just how much she had to show off! Allison is one of the biggest chested girls in school. Mindy McConnell is bigger, but she's fat. Mindy's tits are more than matched by her belly. Allison is one of those slender but busty girls that are so damn sexy. And her Mom is MUCH better endowed and just as slender! I've never seen tits so big above a waist so small! Incredible!
I watch in awe as Mrs. B slowly, teasingly, strokes her hands over the wildly stretched out t-shirt. Mrs. B smirks at me and runs her tongue around her lips while she continues to fondles herself thru the shirt. She raises her tits from underneath, plumps them for me to admire. And then she presses her hands against the outside of those huge melons. As Allison turns back around Mrs. B flashes me a hot look and purses her lips at me.
"Well," Allison announces, "I'm going to study. Mom, why don't you feed Dirk a cookie or something before he goes home?"
"Would you like a cookie...or something?" Mrs. B asks. While Allison is walking away Mrs. B. is shimmying her shoulders, making her boobs bounce and wobble as she addresses me. Allison is already out the door and on the way upstairs. I almost ask her not to leave me alone with her Mom.
I can barely choke out an "Okay". My dick is a steel shaft in my pants from Mrs. B's teasing. And she knows it!
She slides up to me. Putting one arm around me she presses her tits against me.
"I could tell that you wanted to see how big my boobs were yesterday. So today I dressed up to show off for you. Do you like this?" she asks as she draws my hand to her chest.
"Guh, gaw, God Damn, you have the biggest tits I've ever seen!" I gasp as I try to hold one enormous tit in my hand. It overwhelms my grasp! So freaking big! "These are amazing! So big, so sexy! I love 'em."
"Well, let me give you a couple of cookies," she coos as I hear Allison's bedroom door closing from upstairs.
Mrs. B is struggling to remove the over burdened shirt. She finally yanks it off, revealing a sexy low cut bra. As she moves her boobs surge and billow, trying to escape the bra that is only barely holding them secure. Snatching two cookies from the baking sheet she crams them in her cleavage and glides toward me.
Clasping her hands in front of her she presses her upper arms against her tits, forcing an even deeper, more cavernous cleavage. "Here, DIrk, honey, help yourself," she purrs. She puts her hands behind my neck and pulls me down into her cleavage. "Don't leave any crumbs, now, Dirk," she instructs me.
While I'm trying to get a hold of the first cookie with my lips Mrs. B. is shaking her shoulders. Her boobs are battering my cheeks and face. It makes it very hard to get a grip. But it feels amazing!
"Come on, Dirk, dig in!" Mrs. B. chides me as I try unsuccessfully to grab the cookies. I push my face deeper and deeper between her enormous mounds. The cookies sink even farther until I finally get me lips around one and chew it up. I pull back briefly to catch my breath and then I dive back in! At last I finally get them both down. With lots of licking and tongue action.
Pulling back just a little bit, Mrs. B. cups my butt in one hand and caresses my chest with the other. Both big tits are nestled up against me. "You know, I dreamt of you last night" she whispers. "I dreamt of feeling your body against mine. Of how it felt to rub my titties against you while we kiss. And how good your hands feel while you are squeezing and fondling my big boobs. My big titties are so sensitive! I really like having my tits played with, you know!"
She pulls my hand to her huge left breast, encouraging me to fondle her and play with her nipple which I can feel poking out thru the bra.
"I couldn't wait until you got here this afternoon. I had to play with myself. Twice. This morning and then just after lunch. I got so horny just thinking about you and this huge dick! Yesterday was amazing. I've never had a big, I mean a REALLY big cock before. You have such a big, hard dick. I couldn't wait to play with it. To tease you and make your dick as hard as steel. To see it get hard and expand so much. To watch it grow larger and larger while you stare at me while I show off my huge tits!
"I was a Double D like Allison. But that was in tenth grade. By the time I got out of high school I was a Double G! And now I'm even larger! Do you like my big, big, titties?" All I could do was nod my head. Listening to her talk about how horny she was and how she had played with her self made me stiff as a board.
"Let me see! Are you hard? You should be! I almost destroyed that shirt, showing off my big boobs, teasing you. Making your dick hard! Poor Allison won't be able to wear that shirt again, I guess. I really stretched it out of shape with my big ol' titties!" She chuckles while she is feeling my rock hard dick in my pants.
"God, I can't wait any longer" she moans while dropping to her knees. "Let me get you out of these tight pants. I want you to be comfortable while I worship this huge dick! I'm going to give you the best blow job ever, Dirk!"
I don't bother to tell her that I have only had one other, the one she gave me yesterday. If she does better than that I'm going to explode all over her!
Mrs. B. has pulled my pants down to mid thigh and is stroking my dick thru my underwear while cooing endearments and kissing it wetly.
"Lean up against the counter," she instructs me.
Slowly she lowers my tightie whities until she has access to my whole stiff dick. She runs both hands up and down the shaft, bringing it to trembling, pulsating, steel-like hardness. It feels so good as she varies the strength of her grip.
"Oh, DIrk! So big! SO hard, I just adore your cock, honey!" She is smiling up at me, her eyes alight with lust as her tongue runs around and around my cock head. She digs her pointy tongue into the slit on my dick head and sucks up all the precum that is oozing out.
"Ummm, tastes so good! And there is so much!"
I'm just looking down, watching me girlfriend's Mom play with my big hard dick and telling me how much she adores it. I wish Allison would do half the things her Mom is doing! But I don't think Allison would be nearly as good at it as her Mom! What a slut she's turned out to be!
Mrs. B. has been running her mouth up and down the bottom of my hard on. From root to tip and back again. Every time she gets to the head of my foot long dick she stops to lick up all the precum that has been oozing out since her last stop. My cock is hard as a rock. Pulsing and jerking in her grip as she keeps working.
Now she draws just the tip of my dick between her lips. Soft and warm she pushes down until my dick head is in her mouth. Her tongue is licking and flickering all over the head while she is moaning and sighing. Farther and farther she goes, pulling my shaft into her mouth until the head of my dick hits the back of her throat.
Moaning in excitement she pushes harder and harder until almost all of my rock hard cock is in her mouth and throat. She can't quite take it all, her lips are just an inch or two from the bottom of my dick when she has to pull back to take a breath.
"Fuck, what a prong," she gasps, running her hands over my dick. "I just love this huge, hard cock! I want you to cum down my throat, honey!"
Following her own suggestion Mrs. B uses both hands to stroke my dick harder and faster. My dick head resting in her mouth, she uses her tongue, wriggling on the bottom to stimulate and excite me. It feels awesome! I can't believe how quickly I'm rising to a phenomenal spasm!
With a groan of excitement I start to cum. My first spurt fills her mouth and is quickly swallowed! Each spurt after that is taken just as easily. No matter how much I cum, no matter how fast each ejaculation follows the previous one, Mrs. B never falters. She nurses on my dick after the final shot, licking up all the fluids that coat my dick.
She never stops licking and playing with my cock. Her hands cradle my balls, rolling them back and forth. Then she strokes my shaft from top to bottom and back again.
"Jeeze, I can't believe it," she says. "Your dick is still hard! You came like a fountain and still it's hard as a rock!" She smiles up at me. "I can't wait to feel this big hard dick pounding between my titties! Have you ever tittie fucked before?" She has a nasty grin on her face as she asks.
"Nuh, nuh, no," I stammer. "I've heard of it..." My voice trails away as I watch Mrs. B. slide off her bra. Her tits bounce as she rips off her bra and throws it across the room.
"Allison can't compete with these big fat titties! I'm bigger and firmer than her. She never will be able to do the kinds of things that I can with these beauties. I'll show you, too!" She's panting and pulling hard on my dick. Those tits that she's so proud of cover her entire chest. They really are firm too! I gawk at her chest. Those TITS! Biggest tits I've ever seen! They look to be at least as big as her head. Maybe even bigger! Hardly any sag! Mrs. B. enfolds my hard on between her huge boobs. Reaching up onto the counter she grabs a bottle of hand lotion and spurts a big dollop into her cleavage and over my throbbing cock.
Smirking up at me she starts to rub my dick between her fleshy pillows. It feels so good! Any trace of softness is gone from my dick! I watch, enthralled, as she continues to squeeze me between her breasts. She is still smiling up at me. She is enjoying the control that she has over me with her giant casabas!
Mrs. B. starts to raise and lower her tits alternately. She is jacking me off with those mighty pillows. I'm as hard as I've ever been and I can feel the cum begin to churn in my balls.
"Come on, Dirk, run your big hard dick between my big, soft melons, honey! Allison's little Double D's can't do this, you know!" she crows as I begin to thrust my hips back and forth.
"God, that feels good," I gasp. "How big, what size bra, do you wear, Carla?" I'm panting with lust as I pound against her tits.
"I'm a bigger girl than Allison, that's for sure," she leers at me. "I wear a bra that would just swim on Allison's little 34-DD chest. We have the same body band, a 34." Mrs. B. is drawing out her answer while lifting and dropping her tits faster and faster. "But my cup size is into the second half of the alphabet! I wear at 34-NN! That makes me a lot bigger that her. Do you like tittie fucking my 49 inch bosom? Does it feel good? Do you like the way my titties shake and shimmy while your dick is pounding between them? I love giving tittie fucks! I've been doing it since High School! Some of my boy friends liked it better than anything else we could do! But I'd only do it if they could make me cum too! Either a good hard fuck or else they would have to spend some time between my thighs, eating me out until I was satisfied." Her simpering look was hot as Hades. I watched as she wet her lips. "That won't be a problem with you, Dirk! This huge cock makes me cum like a cannon! Hard, fast, so GOOD! I love, I adore, I worship this giant cock!"
"And I think you'll love this, too," She bends her neck and sucks on my cock as it emerged from her cleavage. Time and again my dick head would pop out only to be sucked in to her hot mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Carla, I'm cumming!" I let go a growl and at the same time a long rope of cum erupted from my cock. That first spurt almost hit the ceiling and the rest landed on her laughing face. In her hair and then, finally all over her enormous boobs.
When she was sure I had shared all I had Mrs. B. made a show of lapping up every drop that she could reach. When she was done, letting me watch her swallow my seed, she reached for my half hard cock.
Her educated touch soon had me back to a full blown hard on. I couldn't believe how fast she had me quivering with eagerness! I'd cum twice in a row and now I was ready for round three!
Mrs. B smiles up at me.
"Come on, honey, lets put this to use where it belongs! In my hot wet pussy!" Mrs. B. stands up in front of me while stripping off her crotchless panties. I can see liquid lust running down her legs from her weeping pussy.
"Come on, give me this dick," she moans as she turns her back on me.
I slip the head of my dick between her pussy lips which causes her to groan in lust.
"You like that, you slut?" I ask roughly.
"You know I do," she pants. She's trying to push back at me, to take more of my dick. But I'm just riding behind her, not letting her take control.
"More, Dirk, more, please! I've been waiting all day to feel you deep into my hot little cunt!" She looks over her shoulder at me and runs her tongue around her lips, enticing me with her sexy look.
Slowly I ease into her, feeding her inch after inch of the thick hard dick that she loves so much. Slowly I ease back out.
"No, Dirk, in me! Don't pull out! I want it all, ohhhh," she groans as I slowly slide back into her. This time I give her just about half of my foot long erection. She groans in excitement, bent over the counter as she takes my hard on. I'm stroking slowly, not in any hurry. Mrs. B. is gasping in pleasure as we fuck.
"So thick, so hard. SO GOOD!" her voice rises in excitement. I sure hope that Alison is wearing her headset! Mrs. B. is making a lot of noise while taking more and more of my cock!
"Harder, Dirk! Harder! And faster, quit slow fucking me, I want it fast and hard, honey!"
I ignore her. Just slowly sliding back and forth. Adding another inch or so from time to time. After about ten minutes more she is finally getting all that I have to offer. I'm slowly filling her up with all twelve inches of hard on. Then slowly, just as slowly, pulling back until only the tip is between her pussy lips. She is panting and moaning. As I slowly, slowly press myself into her I can feel her body start to shake.
With a shriek that should wake the dead Mrs. B. starts to convulse. Her body is flailing in front of me. She is crying out in lust, begging for more and calling my name as she cums again and again. I've never heard of someone being able to cum so hard, so long. I count at least four or five orgasms, one after the other as she jerks and tosses herself on my dick.
"My God, I've never cum like that in my life! Fuck you are the best Dirk, the very best. I want you more now than I did when you walked in the door. Keep fucking me! Fast and hard! Faster and harder!"
And I agree with her at last. Roughly I flip her over. Faster and faster I slam my hips against her. She is getting all that I have to offer as hard and as fast as I can manage. Her boobs bounce and shake, shimmying and jiggling as I pour my dick into her. She is no longer trying to thrust herself back against me. Instead she is just holding on the the countertop so that she doesn't get knocked to the floor by the force of my fucking.
From time to time she uses both hands to try to corral her tits, to stop them from bouncing all over her chest. Helping out I push on massive tit up to her lips and encourage her to suck and lick her nipples. She seems to love that as well!
Again and again she rockets thru an orgasm. One after the other. No longer crying out, she's silently taking what I have. Her mouth is wide open but no sound is emerging. I can see tears rolling down her cheeks. And when she looks up at me her eyes are filled with excitement and lust.
Finally, I'm ready to cum. With a roar of excitement I rip my self from her clutching cunt, pull her to her knees in front of me and start to spurt on her face and chest.
She grabs my dick and slams her mouth over it, taking the last spurts of my cum down her throat. As the last of the sperm is swallowed she collapses to the floor in front of me. She has cum on her face, in her hair and on those giant boobs that are shivering as she tries to catch her breath.
I slip back into my pants and head for the back door. I turn around and see Mrs. B is still slumped on the floor, gasping and quivering as she tries to recover from the pounding that she has just taken. She doesn't even look up as I close the door and start the walk home.
I get through the day and, as usual, Allison and I walk to her home. As we enter the kitchen Mrs. B is working at the counter. She isn't wearing her usual loose clothes. She is wearing heels which make her legs look really good. Her tight little rump is being hugged by a pair of denim shorts.
"Hi, kids," she chirps as she turns to face us. The apron she's wearing isn't quite wide enough to cover all of her bosom on top but does fall below the hem of her shorts.
"I just finished baking some cookies, dear. Help yourself." As she speaks she is pulling off the apron. The t-shirt underneath says "Love Pink" across the chest. But it is so distorted that it's hard to read.
I'd seen Allison wearing that shirt. It looked much different on Mrs. B.! Not particularly low cut, there are still impressive mounds of breast flesh peeking out of the neck line. The hem of the shirt doesn't even reach her navel. Her tits push the hem away from her body. I suspect there is serious underboob cleavage to be seen if I was to kneel in front of her. I'm staring. After yesterday I kind of figured that she had big tits. But I had no idea that Mrs. B was THIS big! She has huge tits. Much larger than Allison!
"MOM! Why are you wearing my shirt?" Allison sounds upset. "You've stretched it all out of shape!"
"Have I, dear?" She looked down at herself. "I saw it in the laundry and thought it was cute. I'm sorry if I've ruined it." She didn't sound sorry. She sounded, um, proud, maybe?
"Well, I can't wear it anymore now, can I?" She turns to look in the fridge for a snack.
"Oh, honey, it'll be okay." Mrs. B replies. She's smiling at me behind Allison's back as she speaks. She winks! I watch as she leans back against the counter and places her hands on the counter top edge. Her tits are forced into prominence as she does so. They surge forward, looking even bigger under that too small shirt. Looking me in the eyes she arches her back. Her tits just seem to explode from her chest! They are so BIG! So huge, Allison's t-shirt seems on the verge of ripping itself to shreds as it tries to contain her gigantic fun bags. Despite the shirt riding up on her massive melons more flesh is being pushed above the neckline. I can just see the lower edge of her over stuffed bra below the bottom hem of the shirt! My chin is on my chest. What a gigantic set of boobs! How had I never even suspected this?
Allison is looking in the fridge. But I'm staring at Carla, Mrs. B. as she poses in front of me. It's obvious that she has dressed up to show off. And I had no idea just how much she had to show off! Allison is one of the biggest chested girls in school. Mindy McConnell is bigger, but she's fat. Mindy's tits are more than matched by her belly. Allison is one of those slender but busty girls that are so damn sexy. And her Mom is MUCH better endowed and just as slender! I've never seen tits so big above a waist so small! Incredible!
I watch in awe as Mrs. B slowly, teasingly, strokes her hands over the wildly stretched out t-shirt. Mrs. B smirks at me and runs her tongue around her lips while she continues to fondles herself thru the shirt. She raises her tits from underneath, plumps them for me to admire. And then she presses her hands against the outside of those huge melons. As Allison turns back around Mrs. B flashes me a hot look and purses her lips at me.
"Well," Allison announces, "I'm going to study. Mom, why don't you feed Dirk a cookie or something before he goes home?"
"Would you like a cookie...or something?" Mrs. B asks. While Allison is walking away Mrs. B. is shimmying her shoulders, making her boobs bounce and wobble as she addresses me. Allison is already out the door and on the way upstairs. I almost ask her not to leave me alone with her Mom.
I can barely choke out an "Okay". My dick is a steel shaft in my pants from Mrs. B's teasing. And she knows it!
She slides up to me. Putting one arm around me she presses her tits against me.
"I could tell that you wanted to see how big my boobs were yesterday. So today I dressed up to show off for you. Do you like this?" she asks as she draws my hand to her chest.
"Guh, gaw, God Damn, you have the biggest tits I've ever seen!" I gasp as I try to hold one enormous tit in my hand. It overwhelms my grasp! So freaking big! "These are amazing! So big, so sexy! I love 'em."
"Well, let me give you a couple of cookies," she coos as I hear Allison's bedroom door closing from upstairs.
Mrs. B is struggling to remove the over burdened shirt. She finally yanks it off, revealing a sexy low cut bra. As she moves her boobs surge and billow, trying to escape the bra that is only barely holding them secure. Snatching two cookies from the baking sheet she crams them in her cleavage and glides toward me.
Clasping her hands in front of her she presses her upper arms against her tits, forcing an even deeper, more cavernous cleavage. "Here, DIrk, honey, help yourself," she purrs. She puts her hands behind my neck and pulls me down into her cleavage. "Don't leave any crumbs, now, Dirk," she instructs me.
While I'm trying to get a hold of the first cookie with my lips Mrs. B. is shaking her shoulders. Her boobs are battering my cheeks and face. It makes it very hard to get a grip. But it feels amazing!
"Come on, Dirk, dig in!" Mrs. B. chides me as I try unsuccessfully to grab the cookies. I push my face deeper and deeper between her enormous mounds. The cookies sink even farther until I finally get me lips around one and chew it up. I pull back briefly to catch my breath and then I dive back in! At last I finally get them both down. With lots of licking and tongue action.
Pulling back just a little bit, Mrs. B. cups my butt in one hand and caresses my chest with the other. Both big tits are nestled up against me. "You know, I dreamt of you last night" she whispers. "I dreamt of feeling your body against mine. Of how it felt to rub my titties against you while we kiss. And how good your hands feel while you are squeezing and fondling my big boobs. My big titties are so sensitive! I really like having my tits played with, you know!"
She pulls my hand to her huge left breast, encouraging me to fondle her and play with her nipple which I can feel poking out thru the bra.
"I couldn't wait until you got here this afternoon. I had to play with myself. Twice. This morning and then just after lunch. I got so horny just thinking about you and this huge dick! Yesterday was amazing. I've never had a big, I mean a REALLY big cock before. You have such a big, hard dick. I couldn't wait to play with it. To tease you and make your dick as hard as steel. To see it get hard and expand so much. To watch it grow larger and larger while you stare at me while I show off my huge tits!
"I was a Double D like Allison. But that was in tenth grade. By the time I got out of high school I was a Double G! And now I'm even larger! Do you like my big, big, titties?" All I could do was nod my head. Listening to her talk about how horny she was and how she had played with her self made me stiff as a board.
"Let me see! Are you hard? You should be! I almost destroyed that shirt, showing off my big boobs, teasing you. Making your dick hard! Poor Allison won't be able to wear that shirt again, I guess. I really stretched it out of shape with my big ol' titties!" She chuckles while she is feeling my rock hard dick in my pants.
"God, I can't wait any longer" she moans while dropping to her knees. "Let me get you out of these tight pants. I want you to be comfortable while I worship this huge dick! I'm going to give you the best blow job ever, Dirk!"
I don't bother to tell her that I have only had one other, the one she gave me yesterday. If she does better than that I'm going to explode all over her!
Mrs. B. has pulled my pants down to mid thigh and is stroking my dick thru my underwear while cooing endearments and kissing it wetly.
"Lean up against the counter," she instructs me.
Slowly she lowers my tightie whities until she has access to my whole stiff dick. She runs both hands up and down the shaft, bringing it to trembling, pulsating, steel-like hardness. It feels so good as she varies the strength of her grip.
"Oh, DIrk! So big! SO hard, I just adore your cock, honey!" She is smiling up at me, her eyes alight with lust as her tongue runs around and around my cock head. She digs her pointy tongue into the slit on my dick head and sucks up all the precum that is oozing out.
"Ummm, tastes so good! And there is so much!"
I'm just looking down, watching me girlfriend's Mom play with my big hard dick and telling me how much she adores it. I wish Allison would do half the things her Mom is doing! But I don't think Allison would be nearly as good at it as her Mom! What a slut she's turned out to be!
Mrs. B. has been running her mouth up and down the bottom of my hard on. From root to tip and back again. Every time she gets to the head of my foot long dick she stops to lick up all the precum that has been oozing out since her last stop. My cock is hard as a rock. Pulsing and jerking in her grip as she keeps working.
Now she draws just the tip of my dick between her lips. Soft and warm she pushes down until my dick head is in her mouth. Her tongue is licking and flickering all over the head while she is moaning and sighing. Farther and farther she goes, pulling my shaft into her mouth until the head of my dick hits the back of her throat.
Moaning in excitement she pushes harder and harder until almost all of my rock hard cock is in her mouth and throat. She can't quite take it all, her lips are just an inch or two from the bottom of my dick when she has to pull back to take a breath.
"Fuck, what a prong," she gasps, running her hands over my dick. "I just love this huge, hard cock! I want you to cum down my throat, honey!"
Following her own suggestion Mrs. B uses both hands to stroke my dick harder and faster. My dick head resting in her mouth, she uses her tongue, wriggling on the bottom to stimulate and excite me. It feels awesome! I can't believe how quickly I'm rising to a phenomenal spasm!
With a groan of excitement I start to cum. My first spurt fills her mouth and is quickly swallowed! Each spurt after that is taken just as easily. No matter how much I cum, no matter how fast each ejaculation follows the previous one, Mrs. B never falters. She nurses on my dick after the final shot, licking up all the fluids that coat my dick.
She never stops licking and playing with my cock. Her hands cradle my balls, rolling them back and forth. Then she strokes my shaft from top to bottom and back again.
"Jeeze, I can't believe it," she says. "Your dick is still hard! You came like a fountain and still it's hard as a rock!" She smiles up at me. "I can't wait to feel this big hard dick pounding between my titties! Have you ever tittie fucked before?" She has a nasty grin on her face as she asks.
"Nuh, nuh, no," I stammer. "I've heard of it..." My voice trails away as I watch Mrs. B. slide off her bra. Her tits bounce as she rips off her bra and throws it across the room.
"Allison can't compete with these big fat titties! I'm bigger and firmer than her. She never will be able to do the kinds of things that I can with these beauties. I'll show you, too!" She's panting and pulling hard on my dick. Those tits that she's so proud of cover her entire chest. They really are firm too! I gawk at her chest. Those TITS! Biggest tits I've ever seen! They look to be at least as big as her head. Maybe even bigger! Hardly any sag! Mrs. B. enfolds my hard on between her huge boobs. Reaching up onto the counter she grabs a bottle of hand lotion and spurts a big dollop into her cleavage and over my throbbing cock.
Smirking up at me she starts to rub my dick between her fleshy pillows. It feels so good! Any trace of softness is gone from my dick! I watch, enthralled, as she continues to squeeze me between her breasts. She is still smiling up at me. She is enjoying the control that she has over me with her giant casabas!
Mrs. B. starts to raise and lower her tits alternately. She is jacking me off with those mighty pillows. I'm as hard as I've ever been and I can feel the cum begin to churn in my balls.
"Come on, Dirk, run your big hard dick between my big, soft melons, honey! Allison's little Double D's can't do this, you know!" she crows as I begin to thrust my hips back and forth.
"God, that feels good," I gasp. "How big, what size bra, do you wear, Carla?" I'm panting with lust as I pound against her tits.
"I'm a bigger girl than Allison, that's for sure," she leers at me. "I wear a bra that would just swim on Allison's little 34-DD chest. We have the same body band, a 34." Mrs. B. is drawing out her answer while lifting and dropping her tits faster and faster. "But my cup size is into the second half of the alphabet! I wear at 34-NN! That makes me a lot bigger that her. Do you like tittie fucking my 49 inch bosom? Does it feel good? Do you like the way my titties shake and shimmy while your dick is pounding between them? I love giving tittie fucks! I've been doing it since High School! Some of my boy friends liked it better than anything else we could do! But I'd only do it if they could make me cum too! Either a good hard fuck or else they would have to spend some time between my thighs, eating me out until I was satisfied." Her simpering look was hot as Hades. I watched as she wet her lips. "That won't be a problem with you, Dirk! This huge cock makes me cum like a cannon! Hard, fast, so GOOD! I love, I adore, I worship this giant cock!"
"And I think you'll love this, too," She bends her neck and sucks on my cock as it emerged from her cleavage. Time and again my dick head would pop out only to be sucked in to her hot mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Carla, I'm cumming!" I let go a growl and at the same time a long rope of cum erupted from my cock. That first spurt almost hit the ceiling and the rest landed on her laughing face. In her hair and then, finally all over her enormous boobs.
When she was sure I had shared all I had Mrs. B. made a show of lapping up every drop that she could reach. When she was done, letting me watch her swallow my seed, she reached for my half hard cock.
Her educated touch soon had me back to a full blown hard on. I couldn't believe how fast she had me quivering with eagerness! I'd cum twice in a row and now I was ready for round three!
Mrs. B smiles up at me.
"Come on, honey, lets put this to use where it belongs! In my hot wet pussy!" Mrs. B. stands up in front of me while stripping off her crotchless panties. I can see liquid lust running down her legs from her weeping pussy.
"Come on, give me this dick," she moans as she turns her back on me.
I slip the head of my dick between her pussy lips which causes her to groan in lust.
"You like that, you slut?" I ask roughly.
"You know I do," she pants. She's trying to push back at me, to take more of my dick. But I'm just riding behind her, not letting her take control.
"More, Dirk, more, please! I've been waiting all day to feel you deep into my hot little cunt!" She looks over her shoulder at me and runs her tongue around her lips, enticing me with her sexy look.
Slowly I ease into her, feeding her inch after inch of the thick hard dick that she loves so much. Slowly I ease back out.
"No, Dirk, in me! Don't pull out! I want it all, ohhhh," she groans as I slowly slide back into her. This time I give her just about half of my foot long erection. She groans in excitement, bent over the counter as she takes my hard on. I'm stroking slowly, not in any hurry. Mrs. B. is gasping in pleasure as we fuck.
"So thick, so hard. SO GOOD!" her voice rises in excitement. I sure hope that Alison is wearing her headset! Mrs. B. is making a lot of noise while taking more and more of my cock!
"Harder, Dirk! Harder! And faster, quit slow fucking me, I want it fast and hard, honey!"
I ignore her. Just slowly sliding back and forth. Adding another inch or so from time to time. After about ten minutes more she is finally getting all that I have to offer. I'm slowly filling her up with all twelve inches of hard on. Then slowly, just as slowly, pulling back until only the tip is between her pussy lips. She is panting and moaning. As I slowly, slowly press myself into her I can feel her body start to shake.
With a shriek that should wake the dead Mrs. B. starts to convulse. Her body is flailing in front of me. She is crying out in lust, begging for more and calling my name as she cums again and again. I've never heard of someone being able to cum so hard, so long. I count at least four or five orgasms, one after the other as she jerks and tosses herself on my dick.
"My God, I've never cum like that in my life! Fuck you are the best Dirk, the very best. I want you more now than I did when you walked in the door. Keep fucking me! Fast and hard! Faster and harder!"
And I agree with her at last. Roughly I flip her over. Faster and faster I slam my hips against her. She is getting all that I have to offer as hard and as fast as I can manage. Her boobs bounce and shake, shimmying and jiggling as I pour my dick into her. She is no longer trying to thrust herself back against me. Instead she is just holding on the the countertop so that she doesn't get knocked to the floor by the force of my fucking.
From time to time she uses both hands to try to corral her tits, to stop them from bouncing all over her chest. Helping out I push on massive tit up to her lips and encourage her to suck and lick her nipples. She seems to love that as well!
Again and again she rockets thru an orgasm. One after the other. No longer crying out, she's silently taking what I have. Her mouth is wide open but no sound is emerging. I can see tears rolling down her cheeks. And when she looks up at me her eyes are filled with excitement and lust.
Finally, I'm ready to cum. With a roar of excitement I rip my self from her clutching cunt, pull her to her knees in front of me and start to spurt on her face and chest.
She grabs my dick and slams her mouth over it, taking the last spurts of my cum down her throat. As the last of the sperm is swallowed she collapses to the floor in front of me. She has cum on her face, in her hair and on those giant boobs that are shivering as she tries to catch her breath.
I slip back into my pants and head for the back door. I turn around and see Mrs. B is still slumped on the floor, gasping and quivering as she tries to recover from the pounding that she has just taken. She doesn't even look up as I close the door and start the walk home.
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Private Lessons
At moments like this, lying by a beautiful pool and basking in the warm glow of the sun, it was easy to forget about life's troubles. In fact, as I stretched my arms out over my head and arched my back, I felt as happy and satisfied as a cat and reminded myself life was good.
Life was always good on Tuesdays and Fridays, the two days a week I tutored for Max, a sophomore at PC whose father was a wolf of Wall Street and owned the gorgeous twelve room house that went along with the amazing Olympic size pool.
I'd been tutoring Max since High school and as part of my payment for saving him from failing English in his senior year I was told I could use the pool on the days of Max's lessons. So my routine was to be here a couple of hours before Max came home from his summer job, go for a swim and lay out in the sun.
While I was here it was easy to forget about the rest of the week and life itself. Easy to forget I'd caught Jeff, my boyfriend of the last three years, cheating on me with Sarah, my-now former-best friend.
It was easy to forget that after I threw Jeff out, money was tight and I was sweating the payment on the condo this month. It was easy to forget I was an English teacher who was considering taking a waitressing job, at least for the summer, to make ends meet.
Last summer I'd had a half dozen other high school and college students I gave private lessons to; spending the summer giving them a jump on their upcoming college semesters, but only three this year which didn't help my financial situation.
But for right now? It was Friday afternoon and I was in a French cut two piece pink bikini I'd bought as a treat to myself and feeling sexy laying here by the pool in a well to do neighborhood and knowing the guy next door was watching me.
The yard was fenced in, but somehow the neighbor, I think his name was Rob, always seemed to be out on his second floor patio that overlooked the pool whenever I went swimming. I turned my head and sure enough there he was, 'watering' his plants.
I stretched again, making a show of arching my back and pushing my breasts out. I was pretty ample on top; probably too large to be wearing this skimpy top, but I technically wasn't out in public and my breasts felt as if they were ready to fall out of the tiny cups.
Part of me thought about making that happen, give him a little nip slip, but Max was due home any time and it was bad enough I was going to let him see me in the bikini. I sat up in the chair, and enjoying my audience more than usual today, decided to add to the show.
I stood up and after lifting my arms to run my hands through my long, wet auburn hair and lifting my tits up to a saucier angle as I did so, I bent over and fixed the towel I'd been laying on.
The bottom of the bikini wasn't much more than a thong and I made sure to wiggle my well rounded ass while pretending to fix the towel. I thought of him watching me and felt warm from something other than the heat.
Not that I had any interest in him, he was married and older, and older men did nothing for me, but it was nice to be looked at. I'd wasted too much time with Jeff and his games. I'd let him take me for granted and put up with his couple of nights a week of wham bam sex rather than finding someone who would appreciate me and treat me like a woman.
One thing was for sure, it'd been a few months since I'd even had his limited attention and it was high time I went out and found someone to remind me I was an attractive woman and let me show them how much I'd appreciate their appreciation.
I lay back on the chair and feeling mischievous, looked directly at my admirer and blew him a kiss. He jumped as if he'd been shot and then gave me an awkward wave before running back into the house.
I stretched again and sighed as the material between my legs rubbed against my pussy. I placed my hand briefly over it and moaned as my fingers eased over my excited clit. I quickly moved my hand before I ended up sitting here playing with myself in public. Yes, it was time to throw on a short dress, some high heels and go find some fun.
I heard a car in the driveway announcing Max's arrival and thought maybe that was the type of fun I should look for, a nice good looking young cub. Not Max, of course. Max had just turned twenty and I wasn't sure I wanted that young, plus he was a good kid. He was a cutie, damn fine actually, but sweet and nervous, a nice kid and everything that Jeff wasn't.
Most decent guys my age were taken and the rest either jerks like Jeff, married and on the make or unfortunately single for a reason with a ton of baggage and looking for a mom as much as a girlfriend. There were a few good guys out there, but at this point I didn't want serious so that left me with few options.
A couple of my friends went out as cougars on the prowl from time to time and raved about sex with young men, not just the young hard bodies and stamina, but they were eager to please and acted like it was about the woman, not them.
I was getting warmer between my legs and pushed my feet against the bottom of the chair, working my thighs back and forth as I curled my toes and kneaded the chair like a cat. Damn, I was getting horny.
The fact Max was going to show up any minute added to that feeling. I would never go 'Mrs. Robinson' on him, after all, if nothing else he was a student and his father didn't pay me a hundred dollars an hour to cock tease him, but I did enjoy doing just that because Max loved to look and I loved him doing it.
This was yet another reason to love Fridays.
I heard the gate open behind me and closing my eyes, pretended to be asleep. He had to pass me to go up on the deck and into the house and I figured I would let him get a nice long peek. I heard Max's footsteps approach on the walkway and then stop.
Behind my eyelids I sensed the sun dimming and knew he was standing over me. My breathing became heavier and not just to show off my tits, but because I could feel him staring at me.
I imagined his eyes roaming over my body, from my purple painted toe nails, up my long legs and across my flat stomach that I had recently adorned with a silver barbell piercing to celebrate being newly single.
I thought of his eyes lingering on my breasts, especially my now erect nipples poking through the thin material. I released a long sigh that ended in a soft moan while still keeping my eyes closed and pictured his young cock swelling as he stared down at me.
I should be ashamed of myself, but damn it was hot knowing this young kid was ogling me. I gave it another second then without opening my eyes said, "Hey, Max, how was work?"
I opened my eyes to see him already blushing.
"Oh, it...um, it was...um, good." He was nodding so quickly he looked like a bobble head and I had to struggle not to laugh. "H...how are you, Miss Phillips?"
"Max." I sat up and he stepped back so quickly he almost tripped, God he was precious! "I've told you before, call me Laura. This is your house, not a classroom."
"Okay, Laura." He bobbed his head again and this time I laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"You are, Max." I reached out and put my hand on his arm, "You're adorable."
"Thanks." His blush deepened and when he looked away awkwardly, I took a good look at him and thought adorable might not be the right term....delicious however, could work.
Max's father didn't want him lounging around all summer like his lazy, spoiled friends and wanting him to know what hard work was had gotten him a job at a friend's construction company.
Max had no real skill so what he did all day was run around with a wheelbarrow picking up debris and throwing it in a dumpster. He'd been working there for six weeks and it was already showing.
Max was wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt that accentuated the deep tan he'd gotten as well as showing off a damn sexy set of arms. He didn't have a large build, but his shoulders were wide and tapered down to his slender waist. His legs, protruding from a pair of jeans he'd cut into shorts, were well muscled from running and all in all Max had himself a nice tight young body.
He was the spitting image of his father, with a shock of thick curly dark hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes I could just imagine the girls his age getting lost in. Max was currently sweating and as I watched a drop of moisture slid down his neck to his chest I thought of following it with my tongue.
Max gave me a thrill, unintentional I'm sure, when he pulled his shirt up to wipe his face showing off his flat, hard and sweaty stomach. This time it was a drop heading for the edge of his shorts I wouldn't mind following with my mouth. Jeez, Laura, settle down. Kid was only twenty, but hell, that was a man, just a young one.
"So you study this week or am I going to have to tear you a new one again?" I asked. Damned if I didn't want to tear something right now.
He gave me the quick easy smile that was one of his best features. It was a sweet 'aw shucks' smile that always touched those gorgeous eyes and made you want to kiss him. He had to be killing it with the girls although I had never seen him with one.
"I studied." He sighed, "Not like I have much else to do."
"Oh, come on, good looking kid like you has to have a special girl," I winked, "Or two."
"No." he shook his head. "No girlfriend, so I just been working and studying the last couple of weeks."
"No girl? You're letting all this go to waste?"
Max blushed again and when I stood his eyes locked onto my breasts and the blush deepened. When he didn't look away and kept staring, I cleared my throat. "My eyes are up here, hon."
"Oh! I...I'm sorry, I was just um...I like your bikini."
"Thank you!" Unable to resist, I lifted my arms over my head and did a quick turn for him, showing off my ass. "You like?"
"Oh my god." He whispered, then his eyes widened as if he couldn't believe he's said that. "I mean...I...jeez I'm sorry, Miss...Laura."
"Don't be." I put my hand on his arm, admitting my long purple nails on his bicep. "A woman my age getting a compliment from a hot young guy like you made my day!"
"Yeah, but I shouldn't have said that."
"Why not? Nothing wrong with telling a woman she's attractive." I squeezed his arm thinking, goddamn, but to him I smiled and asked, "You're not very good with girls are you, Max?"
"I get nervous."
"No reason to. Max, you're a good looking guy and a sweet one and that's just as important, you need be confident and go for it, trust me, I can't think of a young lady that would say no to you."
"Really?" he grinned, "You think I'd do okay?"
"You'd do just fine with me." I winked and had to bite my lip not to laugh at the look on his face, "Maybe you should think older; we ladies appreciate a fine young gentlemen."
"You...you're messing with me." He laughed nervously.
No, but I'd like to be. I shrugged knowing it made my tits bounce and seeing his eyes follow them made that warm feeling return between my legs.
"Just being honest, don't waste your best years Max, find yourself a young lady" Or maybe a horny cougar... "Anyway, we're on your dad's dime now, so let me grab my stuff and I'll change and meet you in the kitchen okay?"
"Sure." He said.
I quickly turned around and bent over for him as I grabbed the short beach robe I'd brought with me. I pretended to look for something in my bag, before zipping it and made sure to let my ass sway back and forth as I did. I looked to the side at the glass doors leading into the house and in their reflection saw Max standing there gawking at my ass.
I opened my legs a little wider and pictured him staring at the strip of material between my legs. Thought of him dropping to his knees and moving it to the side and shoving his face into my wet pussy. I so needed to get laid this weekend.
I stood up and turning around said, "Oh, you're still here."
"Um, yeah...I was just..."
"Just?" I raised my eyebrow and looked him in the eye. My eyes were a deep green and Max had once told me he thought they were 'pretty'. He tried to hold my gaze, but didn't last more than a few seconds before he mumbled something and started to walk away.
He stopped when a voice called out, "Hey, is today's lesson by the pool?"
We both looked to see Max's father, Richard, leaning against the gate. Oh fuck, what the hell was he doing home and how long had he been watching?"
"Sorry, dad." Max spoke up, "I just got here and Laura was telling me to get inside so we could start."
"No, my fault." I quickly slipped my robe on, "I was talking to Max about work and wasn't watching the time."
"Well I'm assuming you'll stay the extra few minutes to make up for it?"
"Of course." I nodded, "I always give my students their money's worth."
"Maybe more than that in this case." Richard said as he strolled over to us.
Uh-oh, I didn't like the tone of that remark and the following one did little to set my mind at ease.
"Laura, could we speak for a few minutes before Max's lesson? Do you have time?"
"Of course." I told him feeling my stomach tighten. He'd been watching us and seen me flaunting myself at his son. Christ, I couldn't lose this job!
"Good." He looked at Max, "How about you take a shower. Miss Phillips doesn't need you sweating on her textbooks. She'll be ready by the time you come down."
"Sure, thing." Max hurried up the stairs of the deck and into the house.
"Sorry, Mister Thompson." I began, "I lost track of..."
"Richard, please." He waved his hand, "I've told you before we don't have to be formal, right Laura?"
"Of course not." I smiled, hoping I didn't look nervous.
"Good because we need to have a conversation and it may not be very professional." He gestured towards the small table next to the pool with a large umbrella over it, "Let's get into some shade at least."
He remained where he was and I walked past him to go sit down.
"Have to say that's quite the bikini, Laura." He said as he walked over and sat across from me, "I had no idea you were so well endowed."
"Well you said I could use the pool." I didn't remark on his comment wondering if he were being sarcastic.
I had no illusion he was flirting with me; Richard Thompson was not a rich playboy, he was always a gentlemen and since his wife had passed a few years ago had dated several women, but always respectable ones and he was good to them, he was far from a dog.
"I did, but I would think seeing I have a twenty year old son you might have used some discretion with your attire." He grinned, "Let's face it, young men get excited over seeing a woman period and that bikini is let's say, minimal."
"You're right. I'm sorry." I nodded, "I won't wear it again, I wasn't thinking."
"Really?" He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, "You're an intelligent woman, Laura, I would hazard to think you did think it through and were enjoying the reaction you knew that outfit would cause."
"What are you trying to say?" I asked, trying to sound put off.
"Laura, may I ask you a question?"
"Yes, anything."
He leaned over the table and gestured for me to do the same. The table was small and when our faces were only about a foot apart he smirked, "Do you like cock teasing my son?"
*****
"What did you say?" Once again I went for indignant, trying to cover up the fact I felt as if he had kicked me in the stomach.
"You heard me." He rolled his eyes, "Come on, Laura, we're adults here. I got home right behind Max and I was watching. You were showing off and he looked like he was ready to pop and you..." He grinned, "Something tells me you were pretty close yourself."
"Richard, that's hardly appropriate." I kept up the act.
"Neither is that bikini or shoving your ass at my son and shaking it around." He sighed, "But all I want is for you to answer the question, and answer it honestly, do you like teasing him?"
"Maybe you should find another tutor." I made as if to get up. I couldn't lose this gig, but I couldn't admit I was teasing or it could be the end of my side job, hell my real job if Richard wanted to push things.
"Laura, please sit." Richard spread his hands out, "Do I look upset? I'm simply asking a question and want a real answer."
When I remained seated, but didn't answer, he nodded.
"Okay, this is my bad as the kids say, I should have started this differently, but I wanted to have some fun with you." He tapped the table, "Laura, what if I told you I am hoping the answer would be yes?"
"I would ask what game you're playing." For real, what was he getting at?"
"Right, I get it. You could get in trouble. Okay we'll try again. I'm hoping you were teasing him on purpose and if you were I can assure you, you're in no trouble at all."
I narrowed my eyes, "Have you been drinking Richard?"
"Laura, I need help with something, something that involves Max, so one last time, were you teasing?" Before I could respond he added, "There could be something in this for you."
"In it for me?" I shrugged, "I'm getting curious and I'm taking you at your word." I sighed, "Yes I get a kick out of your son looking at me."
"Good." He laughed, "Not so hard, huh? Well I bet he was in fact I know he was, know how I know?"
"I don't think I want to know that." I shook my head.
"Laura, remember last week I popped in right as you were finishing your lesson?"
"Yes."
"You left, Max went in his room and I had forgotten to ask him something so I walked in and caught him...well you know."
"You can call me a cock tease, but can't say jerking off?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Ha, good one." He laughed, "Guess it was a little awkward especially when I saw what he was jerking off to. It was a porn video."
"Nothing weird about that." I pointed out.
"The video was a teacher student thing. I stood behind him for a minute and couldn't help but notice the woman had red hair."
"Oh." I said simply.
"So the little shows you're putting on are getting results it seems."
"I am sorry; it was totally irresponsible of me and..."
"Here's the thing." He paused, "Laura, I'm going to trust you with this. You've been tutoring Max since he was seventeen and I feel we know each other fairly well so I'm going to take a chance."
"With what?"
"I could care less Max is whacking off to porn with older women and teachers. If he's got a little crush on you? Fine, perfectly normal, you're a hot cougar to him."
"Thanks, I think."
"But the problem is all he does is jerk off..." He lowered his voice as if he thought someone were listening. "Max is a virgin."
"Really? But he's such a great kid! Not just looks either, he's nice." I grunted, "If nothing else you have money. I would think the girls would be on him just for that."
"Well in that case, I have no issue with him not falling for a gold digger, but he's just shy. Girls make him nervous and I can't get him going. I've set him up with friend's daughters, dragged him over to girls at parties to talk to them."
He slumped back in his chair, "He's interested, he'll talk to them, he'll go on a date, but never a second one and when I talk about it he gets all flustered, says he's not ready. Christ he's twenty years old, a college sophomore! I don't want him getting married, but he should have some fun and it's not the girls, they run right up to them."
"I was talking with him about that, I asked if he had a girlfriend."
"I wonder if it's because his mom's gone and I never talked much about girls and sex. You know my mom died and I had no clue what I was doing either because my old man was too busy working to pay any attention to me."
"So what are you asking? For me to talk to him, tell him to go get laid?" I laughed, "He'd probably be too embarrassed to talk."
"Um, not exactly." Richard resumed tapping the table nervously, "Know how I said I was like Max?"
"Yes."
"I was an attractive kid, a nice kid and girls flirted with me, but I was like him...just shy and scared and could never pull the trigger. I had chances, but I'd run with my tail between my legs."
"So what worked for you?"
"I'm getting to that. See my old man found out and he was outraged his son couldn't 'score' as he put it. So he did what he always did. He bought the solution."
"I'm not following." I said, confused.
"He picks me up from school, brings me to a hotel and leaves me with a hooker."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, she wasn't a young college age type, but much older, early forties, probably about your age."
"Watch it." I pointed at him.
"But looking much younger of course." He grinned, "But yeah, pops bought me an escort to show me how to be a man. I was a nervous wreck, but she was nice. We chatted, she went nice and slow, eased me into it. I'd see her once a week for a couple of months."
"All paid?"
"Yup, my old man wanted me to know how to take care of a woman and that was the thing about it. He didn't want her to just take care of me, he wanted her to show me how to please a woman, to be a good lover, know how to make a girl happy. So she gave me some private lessons."
"I guess so."
"And it worked. Next time I saw a girl that caught my eye I had no trouble asking her out then letting nature take its course."
"Well that was still kind of crappy." I told him.
"It was, but he had no clue what to do and I had no mother to help with the emotional side of things so that's what I got."
"So what does that have to do with now?" I asked.
"Max is in the same exact spot and he needs to learn to be with a woman." He looked away, took a deep breath then asked, "Laura would you be willing to teach him?"
I stared at him, was he serious? He was avoiding making eye contact with me which told me this probably wasn't a joke, if it was he would be watching for my reaction, not looking everywhere else. He then sealed it when he said softly, "I'll pay you."
"Are you fucking kidding?" I blurted out, "What do you think I am; a whore?"
"No, no!" He put his hands out in a calming gesture, "I'm sorry, I know how it sounds, but I don't really mean it that way."
"You just offered to pay me to have sex with your son." I threw my hands up, "Who's barely a man."
"Eighteen is barely a man. He's twenty and let's face it; you didn't mind flaunting your tits to him, now did you? I know I just asked something out of the ordinary of you, but don't get so puffed up, you were cock teasing him and loving it." He pointed, "So am I really that far off in asking?"
"Ouch." I nodded, "Okay, you got me, but teasing and doing are different and I'm his tutor, been doing that for almost three years, I know him."
"That's the point." He said quietly, "You know him, he likes you, and he's comfortable with you. It wouldn't be like my old man dumping me off with a stranger. Max would trust you."
"And I'd be earning that trust." I rolled my eyes.
"Remember, I was watching Laura and it wasn't just Max that looked like he was ready to lose it, the look on your face was straight out of one of those porns he watches. You looked like you wanted to eat him alive."
"I know sex isn't everything. I've never been a player or womanizer and I don't want him to be one either, but he lost out on a lot of fun in High school and he's going into his second year of colleges and still a virgin!" "Come on, you remember college, think of the fun he's missing! These are the best years of his life and he's pissing them away because he's nervous." He laughed, "Come on, help the kid out!"
"I admit I've thought about younger guys in general lately, but Max is different."
"Only because you're afraid to lose the job." Richard smiled, "And that will not happen, trust me."
"So say I did this. I seduce him; show him what he's missing. Then we just go back to talking about English composition? I'll be done as his teacher, I would have to be."
"Only if you want to." He said, "And what if I told you I have two people on the hook that need a tutor; I can get you more work. So if you wanted to quit here you'd be fine."
"You really think I'd do this? That I would take money to fuck a student? What if he says something? He's a kid, he'll brag."
"He won't because you'll tell him real men don't kiss and tell. That's one of his lessons; if you have sex with a girl you have a better chance of more if you don't run your mouth." He shrugged, "If nothing else, deny it and I'll refuse to believe him and stick up for you."
"You still assume I'd do it for money."
"Laura." He grinned, "I know people, I make money knowing people. You broke up with Jeff awhile back and that's when you started really teasing Max. You just said you've been thinking about young guys."
He grinned as I frowned, and continued, "You commented you haven't had much of a life lately. All that adds up to you being frustrated and looking to ease that frustration. I'm offering you a chance to do that and help out Max at the same time."
"How magnanimous of you." I muttered.
"Oh, and there's your current financial woes as well." Reaching into his shirt pocket he removed a wad of hundred dollar bills and held them up to me. "One thousand dollars..." He paused and looking me in the eye added, "Per lesson."
"I..." I swallowed, a grand? A grand per lesson? Two or three thousand would really ease my worries for the next couple of months and he'd mentioned....
"And the names of two possible students? That will pay my rate?" I asked.
"Right here." With a smile he turned the money over and I saw a business card clipped to it with names written on it. "I have highly recommended you; they're waiting for your call."
"But I only get the names if I seduce Max?"
"Of course, business is business." He put the money down between us. "Come on Laura, this is win win for you! Money, more clients and you get to play out the graduate with a good looking boy who's already getting off to you.
"You said he was watching milf videos and one happened to be a teacher, doesn't mean it's me." I said lamely knowing damn well I'd done everything I could lately to make him think of me.
"Oh, it was you." He laughed, "I know because I talked to him and asked him if he thought of you like that."
"You did what?"
"Hey, it was guy talk." He shrugged, "I told him you were pretty damn hot and he agreed and I asked if he thought of you and he admitted he's had some dreams about you."
"You didn't tell him about this did you?"
"Of course not!" He exclaimed, "I don't want to be like my father, I want him to think you're just coming on to him, that you're into him and want him. Come on, admit it. If you go home and think about this you're going to get hot and bothered, you know you want to."
"Is that so?" I said, but even I could hear my insincerity. Paid to fulfill a fantasy and get some much needed relief.
"You're going to teach him, Laura, not just let him fuck you. You're going to show him how to please a woman; you're going to show him on your body, you're going to enjoy this as much as he is. Hell, the kid will worship you! Isn't that the point with young guys? They appreciate it?"
"I..." I stared down at the money. "How many lessons do you think he'll need?"
"I'll pay you for three." He was all business now. "If you choose to continue to fool around with him past that, it's because you're having a good time and want to." He smirked, "Something tells me you the way you act around him, you might want to."
"So you'll think he's learning from a slut then."
"I'll think he's learning from a woman smart enough to make some money doing what she's playing with herself thinking of anyway."
"That's pretty crude." I informed him.
"But true. We're adults here, Laura." He tapped the money, "What's it going to be?"
"I can't think about it?"
"No." He said simply. "I have to get back to the office for a late conference call and I want today to be the first lesson. So choose right now."
I leaned back in the chair and thought about it. I could so use the money and the clients could be worth a lot more than that long term and Richard was right, I'd been sitting there thinking about making Max putty in my hands. But could I really go through with it?"
"Once, going twice." Richard sighed and reached for the money.
"I'll do it." I said and watched him remove his hand from the money. "But I might not go all the way today, I want to go slow."
"It's your curriculum," He smirked, "I'll trust in your expertise."
*****
I stood in the huge bathroom and carefully applied my lipstick and wondered if I could really do this. Seeing the money and the card were in my purse, I pretty much had to or risk Richard firing me and calling the new clients and telling them not to hire me.
I pursed my lips, taking in the deep slut red I'd painted them and fluffed my hair out. Normally I wore it pulled back or pinned up when I taught, but for this lesson I would leave it down. I normally changed into a pair of slacks and a blouse or occasionally jeans and a t-shirt, but right now I was still wearing the short beach robe.
I had removed the top to the bikini so when I leaned over the table Max was going to get one hell of view. Despite my misgivings just thinking of Max seeing my breasts and what it would do to him had my nipples stiff.
I had to face facts; Richard had hit on everything he said. I was lonely, horny, frustrated and could use the money to do something I was fantasizing about anyway. I adjusted my robe so it wasn't tied so loosely it was obvious and slipped on the heeled sandals I'd brought with me to make my legs look sexier and add to my 'look'
I quickly grabbed the text book from my bag and zipping it up, left the bathroom before I lost my nerve. I dropped my bag that contained the clothing I should be wearing near the door and walked into the dining room.
Max was there dressed in another sleeveless t-shirt that looked damn good on his tanned skin and immediately eased some of my inhibitions, and a pair of loose shorts. He had his lap top open and his book and note book next to it. Little did he know, he wouldn't need those today.
"Sorry, I kept you waiting." I announced as I entered.
"That's okay I had to..." He trailed off when he looked up at me.
He gave me a quick up and down and then turned his eyes towards the table and said, "You can take time to change if you want, I'll wait."
"Silly me, forgot my damn pants." I laughed, "So it was either the robe or I could sit here in my underwear."
"Oh." He was already blushing as he mentally created the image I'd given him. "R...right, wouldn't want that."
"Not that the thong would show more than my bikini anyway." I sighed, "You know, Max I'm sorry about that."
"About what?".
"Wearing that suit, it was pretty revealing."
"Oh, I didn't mind." He stopped and his blush deepened, "I mean you know, you can wear whatever you want."
"You didn't mind?" I smiled as I sat across from him. "Did you like it, it's new?"
"It was, um...pretty."
"Think I'm pretty?"
"Uh...shouldn't we get to work?" He tapped his book. "We left off on..."
"Oh, you're dodging the question." I pushed my lips into a pout, "Guess you don't think I'm pretty."
"I do. I mean, well..." He frowned, "Pretty is kind of a young girl thing, you're..."
"I'm?" I prodded.
"Beautiful?"
"I like that." I gave him a huge smile.
"So, what did my dad want?"
"He found me a couple of leads for new students."
"Oh, good." He nodded.
"Why, what did you think?"
"I...I thought maybe he saw us and...thought I was looking at you."
"Were you?" Nice segue this was.
"No!" He shook his head, "Not like that I mean."
"Damn, must be losing my touch." I sighed, "I used to be able to turn heads in a bikini."
"Chapter twenty?" He suggested, opening the book.
"Is that where we were? Let me see."
Instead of opening my own book I stood up and leaned over the table to look at his. I felt the robe open and my breasts fall forward. Max looked up and his eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of his head. His mouth opened and remained that way as he stared down my robe. I figured he could see everything right down to my pink nipples and a wave of heat flowed through me. Goddamn Richard had been right on, that was for sure.
"Max?"
"Um, Miss....I mean Laura?"
I grinned and unleashed a classic, "The books here, honey." I tapped it.
"Yes!" He nodded, "Right." He looked down at it.
"You take notes over the week?"
"Sure," He started to slide the notebook over to me, but I walked around the table and sat next to him.
I pulled my chair over so close my bare leg was resting against his and leaned to the side to look at the book. That put my hair in his face I could feel his breath on my ear as I turned my head.
"Sorry." I moved my hair away from his face which left him looking at my neck. I imagined him kissing me there and wanted to squirm in my seat. "Wow, these are good notes."
"Thank you."
"You're good at a lot of things, aren't you Max?"
I sat up and turned in my seat to face him. I opened my legs, and saw his gaze drop down to my exposed thighs. My eyes were focused on his crotch and I had to force myself not to lick my lips at the sight of the bulge there.
"I don't know."
"Bet you are." I smiled, "So that's why I wonder, why no girlfriend?"
"I guess I haven't met anyone yet." He put his hand on the notebook, "Shouldn't we talk about..."
"I'm sure you have met plenty of girls and honey? I'm a woman and I know damn well you're getting attention from the girls, you are far too hot not to."
"You think I'm...hot?" His eyes were still on my thighs as if he were to mesmerized to care if I were looking and I spread them further open, but put my hand on the robe between them so he would only be able to see more of my thigh.
"You're a sexy young man, too sexy to be alone." I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Max, are you shy?"
"No...well....a little."
"Why, what are you afraid of?"
"I don't know." He shrugged, "Can we..."
"Max, have you ever had sex?"
"That's a little personal!" He declared, finally pulling his gaze from my lap and looking at me.
"That's my answer then," I laughed and put my hand on his arm, "That's okay though, just makes you even cuter."
"Don't make fun of me." He sulked, his lip out, God he was adorable! I wanted to kiss him right on the spot.
"I think it's sweet." I lowered my voice to a sultry whisper and leaning closer spoke in his ear, "Sweet drives women crazy, especially older women."
"Really?" He asked and I noted he made no attempt to move.
"Really." I sighed, allowing my hot breath to blow on his neck, "God, a woman my age? We could just eat sweet alive." At this point my lips were almost touching his ear, "Sweet makes us not want to be sweet all."
"Hey, want a soda?" He blurted out and pulled away from me, almost falling off his chair.
"Am I making you nervous, Max?"
"No, uh...yes." He nodded, "You're getting kind of close."
"Is that a bad thing?" I gave him an innocent smile, "A beautiful woman getting close to you?"
"How about that coke?" He stood up and for a moment the now larger bulge in his shorts was right in my face and my eyes widened.
"Guess it's not so bad at all is it?" I grinned, "Because you look awfully happy."
Max blushed so deeply he looked sunburned and stuttering something about a drink turned his back and practically ran into the kitchen. When he was out of sight I leaned back in my chair and put my hand between my thighs, Christ, I was soaking through the bikini. Who the hell had I been kidding? I was so ready for this.
But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching porn. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me.
I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it.
"Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.
I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it.
The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock.
"Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.
I heard Max pop open a can in the kitchen and knew I only had a minute or two to figure out what I wanted to do. On the screen the woman was now teasing, sitting back and stroking his glistening cock, jerking him and asking him what he wanted.
He moaned and pumped his hips, begging her for more, but she giggled and kept stroking him while waggling her tongue over the tip of his cock. Inspiration hit me and at the sound of footsteps in the kitchen, I closed the lap top and took it off the table along with his note book and went into the living room.
I placed it on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch to wait for him. Max came from the kitchen and looked at the table then out into the next room.
"Why are you in there?"
"Its cooler in here and honestly, this couch is so soft!" I laughed, "I'm not wearing pants so it feels real nice." I winked at him and his eyes went down to my legs again.
"Well come on," I tapped the couch, "I don't bite, I just nibble from time to time."
Max walked over looking like a dear in headlights "Here you go." He handed me the glass and I heard the ice clicking, the poor kids hand was shaking! Priceless.
"Thank you." I took a couple of long swallows, making sure to press my lower lip to the glass.
I then took the cool glass and rubbed it along my upper chest.
"That feels good, the sun was warm today." I told him as I slid the glass up my neck leaving a wet trail from the condensation. "Oh, damn."
"What is it?" He asked, placing his can on the table.
"I got lipstick on the glass," I sighed, "Lipstick gets all over everything I put in my mouth."
"Right." He agreed and gestured at the lap top, "Laura, can we get started?"
"Of course." I tapped the couch next to me "Sit down and go to the PC site, I want to look at your class schedule again, see who you have, I know some of the teachers there, we can figure out what to focus on."
"Great!" His relief was comical as he sat on the middle cushion and leaning over opened his lap top.
The screen came up and the red haired teacher was right there stroking her moaning student.
"What the fuck?" Max exclaimed.
"Oh, look at that!" I laughed, "You bad boy, Max."
He went to close the lap top, but I reached out and caught his arm.
"Let it play."
"What? I..."
Just then the woman spoke, "Hmm, you're being such a good student for me, you're working so hard; you think maybe your slutty teacher should reward you?"
"Well now." I looked at him, "That's a different lesson isn't it?"
"L...Laura, I don't know how that got there." He tried to move his arm, but I pulled on it once more, stopping him, but using my other hand used the mouse to pause the video.
"No? You accidently found a site like that and somehow your computer kept watching it by itself?"
"Well, um..."
"It's okay, Max, porn is fun. I like it. I do know people tend to watch what they really desire and..." I pointed at the screen, "Lot of sexy teachers on your computer."
"It's not what you think."
"Really?" I pouted "That would be too bad because I'd really like it to be."
"I...what?" He looked at me and I placed my hand gently against his cheek.
"I was hoping it's what you wanted, hoping you thought of me like this." I licked my lips and his eyes looked like they were going to explode from his head. "I saw this and really hoped you wanted some....private lessons."
I put my hand on his crotch and we both gasped; him from surprise and me from...goddamn was he fucking hard!
"Laura! We...my dad!"
"Is paying me to teach you things." I smiled, "Who says it has to be boring?"
"We...you're screwing with me." He whispered, but made no move to remove my hand from his crotch.
"Max if I was screwing with you would I be playing with this...hmm," I leaned over and purred in his ear, "Nice big cock?"
"That...Oh, shit." He moaned when I gave it a squeeze. "Laura, please we..."
"You don't have to beg, honey." I flicked my tongue across his ear and felt a shiver go through him. "I'm a sure thing."
"You are?"
"Eventually." I said in his ear as I rubbed the length of his cock thinking I wanted it now, but I would go slow today. "But it's like your regular lessons, we start at the beginning and we go slowly and you let me show you, okay?"
"Okay." He swallowed hard, "You...you're really not teasing me?"
I turned his head to face me and kissed him. He tried to pull back in surprise, but I slid my hand behind his head and pressed my lips softly to his. He released an adorable whimper in his throat that caused my pussy to gush and I forced myself to only make it a quick kiss.
"Now...that's the first thing, Max, women like to be kissed and you always kiss before playing, right?"
"R...right."
"Have you kissed a girl?"
"A couple of times, but um, not much."
"Well, how about you kiss me?" I leaned back and parted my lips. When he didn't respond right away, I opened my eyes to see him looking at me nervously.
"Come on, Max. I told you to follow my lead, but women like a man who doesn't need to be told." I gave his cock another squeeze causing him to moan again. "You like that? Like me playing with your nice, big dick?"
"Yes." He breathed as I rubbed it through his shorts.
"Well if you want me to keep doing it, you'll give me a nice kiss. In fact." I grabbed the snap of his shorts and pulled it open, "You do a good job, I'll reach right in and grab it, and wouldn't that feel better?"
"Yes."
"Then, how about you give your naughty teacher a kiss?" I closed my eyes and parted my lips once more and my heart pounded in anticipation as I awaited his kiss.
After a moment of nothing, I stopped moving my hand and lifted it from his crotch. Immediately his lips pressed quickly to mine and with a soft moan, I grabbed his cock and stroked it once more.
Max kissed me quickly, several rapid fire little pecks and telling myself to be patient, I worked my fingers through his hair and keeping his head still caught his lips with mine and slowed him down.
"Relax, it's not a race, baby." I whispered against him, "Women like men who take their time, not grabby boys. Take your time, enjoy me; experience me."
I kissed him again, my lips sliding teasingly along his and after remaining still for a moment he followed my lead and moved his lips against mine. I moaned loudly for him and pulled his hair. More inspiring to him I'm sure was me pulling his zipper down and teasing my fingers along his cock now just through his underwear.
Letting his hair, go I grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm around my waist. I continued to kiss him and he didn't need to be told to put his other arm around me. He pulled me into him and I breathed, "There you go," then pushed my tongue into his mouth.
Max gasped when my tongue darted across his, then moaned when my fingers worked their way into his boxers. I touched his bare cock and he whimpered, causing my pussy to become even wetter. He pushed his tongue against mine and his kiss grew bolder, his lips pressing harder to mine and even taking the lead.
I let him control the kiss as my hand made it inside his boxers and I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft.
"Oh, honey!" I moaned and not for his benefit, but the fact...wow, he had a nice cock!
Max broke the kiss and moaned when I pumped his cock. I reached the head and squeezed it and felt some of his precum squirt onto my hand. I moaned at the sensation and rubbing it along his sensitive head then pumped him faster, getting his cock slick with his juices.
"My neck." I whispered, and lifted my head, "Kiss my neck, my chest; keep your lips on me, Max. Women love their necks kissed, we love everything kissed."
Max obediently fastened his lips to my neck and I sighed as he kissed me and I continued to play with his hard, and pretty damn big, young cock. Max surprised me by taking his time, working his lips along one side of my neck then down the other.
As a reward, I stroked him faster. It was a reward for me as well, because his cock felt damn good in my hand. I squeezed him tighter and felt him pulsing against my palm. My clit was throbbing at the idea of what that hard flesh would feel like in my mouth and stuffing my recently neglected pussy.
At this point I had to tell myself to go slow as much as I had to convince him to. It wasn't going to be easy as Max followed my instructions to the letter and slid his lips down to the top of my chest.
I grabbed his arm and pulled on it. Max let me guide his arm to me and taking his hand I put it on my left breast through the robe. He groaned as he kissed my chest and my breath hissed between my teeth as his fingers caressed my nipple.
"Go ahead," I said softly, "Reach in, touch me."
Max didn't hesitate this time; his hand slipped into my robe and cupped my breast. I moaned as his fingers slid over my bare nipple and squirmed on the couch as he fondled my breast.
"You want to see them?" I asked.
"Please?" He looked up from my chest, his blue eyes bright with excitement.
"Before you do, how does that look?" I pointed down to his lap as I tugged his cock from his underwear,
"Oh, fuck." He whispered as we both watched my hand slide up and down his long thick shaft.
"Honey, this is a big fucking cock." I said and putting my other hand on it, jerked it with both.
"Oh...oh, Laura." He moaned, slumping back against the couch as I jerked him off.
"Hmm, I like that, that's nice, Max. Always let your lady know she's pleasing you. Don't buy that bullshit men don't moan or make noise. We love to hear it just like you do."
I wanted to do more than hear it, I wanted to taste it. Fuck, I wanted to swing my leg over his lap and ride this beautiful dick. Richard was right, this kid had wasted too much time, Christ, the fun he could have had!
But not yet, I wouldn't be doing what Richard wanted if I just took him for a ride on the spot. Not only that, but as slow as I was pumping him, his legs were shaking and he was moaning louder, poor kid was ready to pop.
Max was leaning back against the couch breathing heavily and staring at my hands on his cock. He was so into it his hands had left my body and he was simply watching.
"Hey, baby, don't forget about me." I told him and released his cock, "Never forget about your lady."
"S...sorry, that felt so good." He looked down at his cock, "You're not going to stop are you?"
"Well, that depends." I was starting to enjoy myself now. "On what you do for me."
I leaned back into the corner of the couch and held up the ties to my robe, "I asked if you wanted to see my tits and all you did was sit there and let me play with you, what about me?"
"I, well I thought you were going to...you know?"
"I know what?" I wagged my finger at him, "Be a man, Max, don't be a boy, even girls your age don't like nervous boys, tell me what you thought I was going to do."
Max paused and I sighed, "Well I guess you can turn that movie back on and finish yourself off then. I won't waste time with a boy."
"I thought you were going to make me cum." He gave me a nervous smile, "Please?"
"Please is nice, but a little out of place." I pushed the ties of the robe out to them. "Don't you want to see them?"
"Yes, pl...Yes." He caught himself, "Laura, I'd love to see your tits."
"Better." I shook the ties, "Un-wrap me."
Max leaned over and I had to make an effort to keep my eyes off his still fully hard cock and focus on him. When he took the ties, I kept my hands on them and spoke softly.
"Sometimes the girl may undress for you, it depends on her mood, if she feels like showing off and being playful, but a lot of times we like to be undressed and don't be nervous, don't be rough or pushy, but be confident and make the move."
Max nodded and when I let the ties go he pulled on them. My robe opened and fell to the side revealing my breasts and my pussy grew even wetter at the fact I was now exposed to him.
"Damn." He licked his lips, "They're...perfect."
"Nice," I cooed, "Compliments are good, baby, real good."
I cupped my breasts, noting how warm they were, and hefting them, pushed them out to him.
"Like them?"
"Yes."
I stroked my nipples with my thumbs and couldn't stifle a moan. Part of me couldn't believe I was sitting here with my robe open, just the skimpy bikini bottom covering my dripping pussy, but the other part of me was reveling in it! The way Max was staring hungrily at my body, not just my tits, but his eyes were roaming my stomach and thighs and between my legs.
"Like how my nails look on them?"
"I really do." He slid a little closer and I smiled,
"What would look better on them?"
"My hands."
"Nice answer." I sat up and faced him, "Go ahead."
I released my breasts and Max eagerly cupped them and squeezed them gently. His fingers were trembling and again his nervousness sent a thrill through me. His thumbs caressed my nipples and I groaned, damn they were sensitive right now.
Max was staring at my breasts with a look of absolute lust on his face that caused me to lose character, grabbing the back of his head I pushed his face down into my right breast.
"Come on, baby, you know what you really want to do!"
Max didn't disappoint me and I released a low moan as he sucked my swollen pink nipple into his mouth. He moaned as his tongue swirled around it and his thumb continued to work my other nipple.
"That's nice, Max, just like that." I sighed and running my fingers through his thick hair, turned to the side, pushing my other breast at him, "Other one's jealous."
Max laughed and as he sucked my other aching nipple I took hold of his cock again. He whimpered as I pumped it and it caused me to arch my back, shoving my tit deeper into his mouth. The control I had over him was driving me wild.
"Hmm, someone needs to cum, don't they?" I gave his cock several hard pumps that caused him to moan around my nipple and thrust his hips.
"Yes," He spoke around my breast, "I need to cum so bad!"
"And I want to make you come, baby, but..." I eased his head from my tit so he was facing me. "There's a very important lesson here."
"What's that?" He asked nervously.
"Once you're with a woman for awhile it's different because you're both comfortable, but at first? You want to make a good impression and make her come back for more? The lady always comes first, honey."
"Okay." He nodded, "You want me to...?"
"You're going to make me come for you." I smiled, "Never made a girl come before have you?"
"You know I haven't, don't make fun, I...oh." He groaned when I pumped his cock.
"I'm not making fun and the good news? In a few minutes you'll be able to answer yes." I tapped the back of the couch. "Sit back."
I released his cock and Max sat back against the couch. Leaning over him, I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly turned side to side, teasing my breasts across his face. He flicked his tongue out catching each nipple and I giggled, "You're doing just fine, honey."
I grabbed the edges of his shirt and tugged upwards. Taking the hint he lifted his arms and I stripped his shirt from him and tossed it on the floor.
"Take your shorts off." I said, "I want to see all of that nice hard body."
Max pushed his shorts down and kicked them off along with his shoes. I looked down at him and my heart pounded at the sight of his young well muscled form and that huge fucking cock standing at attention for me.
My robe was hanging off my shoulders and stepping between his legs; I put my back to him and slowly slid it off. As it fell to the floor I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the look on his face as she stared at my ass.
I was now only in the minimal bikini bottom and heels and I felt both sexy and slutty as this boy less than half my age stared at me, naked desire on his face. I should be ashamed of myself, he was a kid to me, let alone I'd agreed to get paid for this, but all that added to the heat between my legs. Not sure if that made me a bad person or not, but one thing was for sure, I was a happy one at the moment.
I sat on the edge of the couch between his legs and leaned back slightly. I felt his cock pressing into the small of my back and again fought the urge to hop on. Instead I moved my hair over my shoulder and said, "Know what's sweet and sexy? Kissing a woman's back."
Max put his hands on my shoulders and I purred as his lips found the back of my neck.
"So nice." I whispered as planted a series of soft kisses down my neck to between my shoulders, then worked his way back and forth.
Taking his hands, I brought them around to my breasts, "Hands and lips, honey, keep everything moving, and use everything you have." I ground back into his cock, "Even this, rub against me, and let that girl feel how bad you want her."
Cupping my tits and stroking my nipples, Max worked his hips, sliding his cock along my back and I could feel his pre cum dripping down my skin. My hips moved back into him and my clit was throbbing to the point I was ready to whimper the way he had.
"Now lean back for me."
Max did as I asked, but to my delight kept his hands on my breasts. When he was back against the couch, I slid my shoes off and pushing up rested my ass on his lower stomach and put my feet on his thighs.
This left his long thick cock sticking out between my legs and taking him in my hand I pressed it against my crotch and pumped my hips. We both moaned at the contact and I asked,
"Can you feel how hot and wet I am even through the bikini?"
"God, yeah." He groaned thrusting his hips.
"Imagine this cock sliding through my wet pussy, through my soft wet lips, sliding...inside me."
"I...I'm imagining it." He breathed in my ear.
"Going to keep having to for now, baby. Can't go to fast too soon, but I will let you play with me, how's that?"
"Anything you want." He moaned as I ran my fingernails lightly along his shaft.
"That's a good answer, Max, stick with that, you'll have no worries."
I took his right wrist and removing it from my breast placed his hand on my stomach and guided it downward. I stopped just over the bikini and said, "Tell me what you want."
"I want to touch you." I sighed in disgust and he quickly spoke up, "Laura, I want to play with your pussy."
"You're learning."
My own fingers trembling at this point I pulled the bikini to the side exposing my pink slit, taking his hand I pushed his fingers through the damp patch of fiery hair over it, "See that baby? I'm a real red head."
"That's...wow." He whispered as he peered down over my shoulder.
I pushed his hand lower and moaned as his fingers slid through my wet lips. Max gasped, but made no attempt to move as I worked his hand back and forth stroking my hot little box with his fingers. I let him go and groaned as he continued to move, stroking me.
His cock was resting against my thigh and I was dying to rub it through my pussy, but if I did I wouldn't be able to resist shoving it inside me. I kept my bikini pulled to the side and returned my other hand to my right nipple.
"Play with my tit too, Max, never let one of your hands be empty."
He slid his arm around me and rolled my nipple between his fingers as he continued to fondle my pussy. I was breathing heavy and it dawned on me he wasn't the only one ready to pop.
"Just like that, but not inside, you can't feel inside until next time." I was telling myself at this point as much as I was telling him. "Next time you can put your fingers inside and if you keep being such a good student, maybe your tongue."
Max's cock twitched against my leg and I thought my tongue was definitely going to be in play next time around, God I wanted to taste it.
"Now slide your fingers up and find that clit and...Oh!" I gasped when his two fingers rubbed my aching button and groaned, "Yes, right there."
Max rubbed gently up and down and a shudder went through me.
"In circles," I whispered, "Nice and easy and in circles."
Max followed my instructions and my hips jerked as he traced my clit with his strong fingers.
"That feel good?" He asked.
"It does, honey, but never ask that, it sounds like you're not sure or you want a compliment, be confident, know it feels good. Feel my body move, listen to me moan, you can tell it feels good."
I followed that up with a long soft moan because damn it did feel good! I pushed my back against his chest and let my head fall back on his shoulder.
Max lowered his head and surprised me by kissing my neck.
"Very nice." I cooed.
"Use it all, right?"
"Right, oh, Max you are doing just fine." I sighed.
I lay back against him thinking this had to be a wet dream, I couldn't really be sitting here all but naked on Max's lap. He couldn't be rubbing my clit and teasing my nipple and kissing me; I couldn't really be this close to cumming at the hands of a student, but...it felt pretty real.
My hips were rocking back and forth and my thighs were shaking. His massive cock pulsing against my leg was driving me wild and I squeezed my right nipple harder. I released a sharp yelp and my hips jerked; God I was close!
"Faster," I moaned, "Rub faster and harder, don't be afraid, Max, push on it, just....Oh, yes."
I groaned as his fingers rubbed harder and my hips responded, grinding into his touch. My heart was pounding and I arched my back against him.
"Just like that," I whimpered, "Just like that, Max, oh, honey, just a little more, a little....oh...oh, fuck yeah!"
I cried out loudly then released a long loud squeal as my body exploded into orgasm. Max's hand slowed and letting my tit go I grabbed it and held it between my legs, "Don't stop!" I moaned, "Oh, baby I'm cumming for you I...."
My words turned into a series of high pitched squeals and Max moved his fingers even faster and my body responded. It had been months since I'd come from anything other than a toy and my body was showing me what I'd been missing.
My hips bucked wildly and lifting my feet from his legs, I clamped my legs shut, trapping his hand between my thighs as I ground my pussy into him. He was squeezing my nipple harder in his excitement and it added to my pleasure.
Reveling in my powerful orgasm I let loose with a sound that could best be described as a howl and worked my hips as fast as I could into his hand. His cock was also pinned between my legs now and even as I came I thought of what it was going to be like to explode like this on that long, thick and...young cock.
Life was always good on Tuesdays and Fridays, the two days a week I tutored for Max, a sophomore at PC whose father was a wolf of Wall Street and owned the gorgeous twelve room house that went along with the amazing Olympic size pool.
I'd been tutoring Max since High school and as part of my payment for saving him from failing English in his senior year I was told I could use the pool on the days of Max's lessons. So my routine was to be here a couple of hours before Max came home from his summer job, go for a swim and lay out in the sun.
While I was here it was easy to forget about the rest of the week and life itself. Easy to forget I'd caught Jeff, my boyfriend of the last three years, cheating on me with Sarah, my-now former-best friend.
It was easy to forget that after I threw Jeff out, money was tight and I was sweating the payment on the condo this month. It was easy to forget I was an English teacher who was considering taking a waitressing job, at least for the summer, to make ends meet.
Last summer I'd had a half dozen other high school and college students I gave private lessons to; spending the summer giving them a jump on their upcoming college semesters, but only three this year which didn't help my financial situation.
But for right now? It was Friday afternoon and I was in a French cut two piece pink bikini I'd bought as a treat to myself and feeling sexy laying here by the pool in a well to do neighborhood and knowing the guy next door was watching me.
The yard was fenced in, but somehow the neighbor, I think his name was Rob, always seemed to be out on his second floor patio that overlooked the pool whenever I went swimming. I turned my head and sure enough there he was, 'watering' his plants.
I stretched again, making a show of arching my back and pushing my breasts out. I was pretty ample on top; probably too large to be wearing this skimpy top, but I technically wasn't out in public and my breasts felt as if they were ready to fall out of the tiny cups.
Part of me thought about making that happen, give him a little nip slip, but Max was due home any time and it was bad enough I was going to let him see me in the bikini. I sat up in the chair, and enjoying my audience more than usual today, decided to add to the show.
I stood up and after lifting my arms to run my hands through my long, wet auburn hair and lifting my tits up to a saucier angle as I did so, I bent over and fixed the towel I'd been laying on.
The bottom of the bikini wasn't much more than a thong and I made sure to wiggle my well rounded ass while pretending to fix the towel. I thought of him watching me and felt warm from something other than the heat.
Not that I had any interest in him, he was married and older, and older men did nothing for me, but it was nice to be looked at. I'd wasted too much time with Jeff and his games. I'd let him take me for granted and put up with his couple of nights a week of wham bam sex rather than finding someone who would appreciate me and treat me like a woman.
One thing was for sure, it'd been a few months since I'd even had his limited attention and it was high time I went out and found someone to remind me I was an attractive woman and let me show them how much I'd appreciate their appreciation.
I lay back on the chair and feeling mischievous, looked directly at my admirer and blew him a kiss. He jumped as if he'd been shot and then gave me an awkward wave before running back into the house.
I stretched again and sighed as the material between my legs rubbed against my pussy. I placed my hand briefly over it and moaned as my fingers eased over my excited clit. I quickly moved my hand before I ended up sitting here playing with myself in public. Yes, it was time to throw on a short dress, some high heels and go find some fun.
I heard a car in the driveway announcing Max's arrival and thought maybe that was the type of fun I should look for, a nice good looking young cub. Not Max, of course. Max had just turned twenty and I wasn't sure I wanted that young, plus he was a good kid. He was a cutie, damn fine actually, but sweet and nervous, a nice kid and everything that Jeff wasn't.
Most decent guys my age were taken and the rest either jerks like Jeff, married and on the make or unfortunately single for a reason with a ton of baggage and looking for a mom as much as a girlfriend. There were a few good guys out there, but at this point I didn't want serious so that left me with few options.
A couple of my friends went out as cougars on the prowl from time to time and raved about sex with young men, not just the young hard bodies and stamina, but they were eager to please and acted like it was about the woman, not them.
I was getting warmer between my legs and pushed my feet against the bottom of the chair, working my thighs back and forth as I curled my toes and kneaded the chair like a cat. Damn, I was getting horny.
The fact Max was going to show up any minute added to that feeling. I would never go 'Mrs. Robinson' on him, after all, if nothing else he was a student and his father didn't pay me a hundred dollars an hour to cock tease him, but I did enjoy doing just that because Max loved to look and I loved him doing it.
This was yet another reason to love Fridays.
I heard the gate open behind me and closing my eyes, pretended to be asleep. He had to pass me to go up on the deck and into the house and I figured I would let him get a nice long peek. I heard Max's footsteps approach on the walkway and then stop.
Behind my eyelids I sensed the sun dimming and knew he was standing over me. My breathing became heavier and not just to show off my tits, but because I could feel him staring at me.
I imagined his eyes roaming over my body, from my purple painted toe nails, up my long legs and across my flat stomach that I had recently adorned with a silver barbell piercing to celebrate being newly single.
I thought of his eyes lingering on my breasts, especially my now erect nipples poking through the thin material. I released a long sigh that ended in a soft moan while still keeping my eyes closed and pictured his young cock swelling as he stared down at me.
I should be ashamed of myself, but damn it was hot knowing this young kid was ogling me. I gave it another second then without opening my eyes said, "Hey, Max, how was work?"
I opened my eyes to see him already blushing.
"Oh, it...um, it was...um, good." He was nodding so quickly he looked like a bobble head and I had to struggle not to laugh. "H...how are you, Miss Phillips?"
"Max." I sat up and he stepped back so quickly he almost tripped, God he was precious! "I've told you before, call me Laura. This is your house, not a classroom."
"Okay, Laura." He bobbed his head again and this time I laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"You are, Max." I reached out and put my hand on his arm, "You're adorable."
"Thanks." His blush deepened and when he looked away awkwardly, I took a good look at him and thought adorable might not be the right term....delicious however, could work.
Max's father didn't want him lounging around all summer like his lazy, spoiled friends and wanting him to know what hard work was had gotten him a job at a friend's construction company.
Max had no real skill so what he did all day was run around with a wheelbarrow picking up debris and throwing it in a dumpster. He'd been working there for six weeks and it was already showing.
Max was wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt that accentuated the deep tan he'd gotten as well as showing off a damn sexy set of arms. He didn't have a large build, but his shoulders were wide and tapered down to his slender waist. His legs, protruding from a pair of jeans he'd cut into shorts, were well muscled from running and all in all Max had himself a nice tight young body.
He was the spitting image of his father, with a shock of thick curly dark hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes I could just imagine the girls his age getting lost in. Max was currently sweating and as I watched a drop of moisture slid down his neck to his chest I thought of following it with my tongue.
Max gave me a thrill, unintentional I'm sure, when he pulled his shirt up to wipe his face showing off his flat, hard and sweaty stomach. This time it was a drop heading for the edge of his shorts I wouldn't mind following with my mouth. Jeez, Laura, settle down. Kid was only twenty, but hell, that was a man, just a young one.
"So you study this week or am I going to have to tear you a new one again?" I asked. Damned if I didn't want to tear something right now.
He gave me the quick easy smile that was one of his best features. It was a sweet 'aw shucks' smile that always touched those gorgeous eyes and made you want to kiss him. He had to be killing it with the girls although I had never seen him with one.
"I studied." He sighed, "Not like I have much else to do."
"Oh, come on, good looking kid like you has to have a special girl," I winked, "Or two."
"No." he shook his head. "No girlfriend, so I just been working and studying the last couple of weeks."
"No girl? You're letting all this go to waste?"
Max blushed again and when I stood his eyes locked onto my breasts and the blush deepened. When he didn't look away and kept staring, I cleared my throat. "My eyes are up here, hon."
"Oh! I...I'm sorry, I was just um...I like your bikini."
"Thank you!" Unable to resist, I lifted my arms over my head and did a quick turn for him, showing off my ass. "You like?"
"Oh my god." He whispered, then his eyes widened as if he couldn't believe he's said that. "I mean...I...jeez I'm sorry, Miss...Laura."
"Don't be." I put my hand on his arm, admitting my long purple nails on his bicep. "A woman my age getting a compliment from a hot young guy like you made my day!"
"Yeah, but I shouldn't have said that."
"Why not? Nothing wrong with telling a woman she's attractive." I squeezed his arm thinking, goddamn, but to him I smiled and asked, "You're not very good with girls are you, Max?"
"I get nervous."
"No reason to. Max, you're a good looking guy and a sweet one and that's just as important, you need be confident and go for it, trust me, I can't think of a young lady that would say no to you."
"Really?" he grinned, "You think I'd do okay?"
"You'd do just fine with me." I winked and had to bite my lip not to laugh at the look on his face, "Maybe you should think older; we ladies appreciate a fine young gentlemen."
"You...you're messing with me." He laughed nervously.
No, but I'd like to be. I shrugged knowing it made my tits bounce and seeing his eyes follow them made that warm feeling return between my legs.
"Just being honest, don't waste your best years Max, find yourself a young lady" Or maybe a horny cougar... "Anyway, we're on your dad's dime now, so let me grab my stuff and I'll change and meet you in the kitchen okay?"
"Sure." He said.
I quickly turned around and bent over for him as I grabbed the short beach robe I'd brought with me. I pretended to look for something in my bag, before zipping it and made sure to let my ass sway back and forth as I did. I looked to the side at the glass doors leading into the house and in their reflection saw Max standing there gawking at my ass.
I opened my legs a little wider and pictured him staring at the strip of material between my legs. Thought of him dropping to his knees and moving it to the side and shoving his face into my wet pussy. I so needed to get laid this weekend.
I stood up and turning around said, "Oh, you're still here."
"Um, yeah...I was just..."
"Just?" I raised my eyebrow and looked him in the eye. My eyes were a deep green and Max had once told me he thought they were 'pretty'. He tried to hold my gaze, but didn't last more than a few seconds before he mumbled something and started to walk away.
He stopped when a voice called out, "Hey, is today's lesson by the pool?"
We both looked to see Max's father, Richard, leaning against the gate. Oh fuck, what the hell was he doing home and how long had he been watching?"
"Sorry, dad." Max spoke up, "I just got here and Laura was telling me to get inside so we could start."
"No, my fault." I quickly slipped my robe on, "I was talking to Max about work and wasn't watching the time."
"Well I'm assuming you'll stay the extra few minutes to make up for it?"
"Of course." I nodded, "I always give my students their money's worth."
"Maybe more than that in this case." Richard said as he strolled over to us.
Uh-oh, I didn't like the tone of that remark and the following one did little to set my mind at ease.
"Laura, could we speak for a few minutes before Max's lesson? Do you have time?"
"Of course." I told him feeling my stomach tighten. He'd been watching us and seen me flaunting myself at his son. Christ, I couldn't lose this job!
"Good." He looked at Max, "How about you take a shower. Miss Phillips doesn't need you sweating on her textbooks. She'll be ready by the time you come down."
"Sure, thing." Max hurried up the stairs of the deck and into the house.
"Sorry, Mister Thompson." I began, "I lost track of..."
"Richard, please." He waved his hand, "I've told you before we don't have to be formal, right Laura?"
"Of course not." I smiled, hoping I didn't look nervous.
"Good because we need to have a conversation and it may not be very professional." He gestured towards the small table next to the pool with a large umbrella over it, "Let's get into some shade at least."
He remained where he was and I walked past him to go sit down.
"Have to say that's quite the bikini, Laura." He said as he walked over and sat across from me, "I had no idea you were so well endowed."
"Well you said I could use the pool." I didn't remark on his comment wondering if he were being sarcastic.
I had no illusion he was flirting with me; Richard Thompson was not a rich playboy, he was always a gentlemen and since his wife had passed a few years ago had dated several women, but always respectable ones and he was good to them, he was far from a dog.
"I did, but I would think seeing I have a twenty year old son you might have used some discretion with your attire." He grinned, "Let's face it, young men get excited over seeing a woman period and that bikini is let's say, minimal."
"You're right. I'm sorry." I nodded, "I won't wear it again, I wasn't thinking."
"Really?" He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, "You're an intelligent woman, Laura, I would hazard to think you did think it through and were enjoying the reaction you knew that outfit would cause."
"What are you trying to say?" I asked, trying to sound put off.
"Laura, may I ask you a question?"
"Yes, anything."
He leaned over the table and gestured for me to do the same. The table was small and when our faces were only about a foot apart he smirked, "Do you like cock teasing my son?"
*****
"What did you say?" Once again I went for indignant, trying to cover up the fact I felt as if he had kicked me in the stomach.
"You heard me." He rolled his eyes, "Come on, Laura, we're adults here. I got home right behind Max and I was watching. You were showing off and he looked like he was ready to pop and you..." He grinned, "Something tells me you were pretty close yourself."
"Richard, that's hardly appropriate." I kept up the act.
"Neither is that bikini or shoving your ass at my son and shaking it around." He sighed, "But all I want is for you to answer the question, and answer it honestly, do you like teasing him?"
"Maybe you should find another tutor." I made as if to get up. I couldn't lose this gig, but I couldn't admit I was teasing or it could be the end of my side job, hell my real job if Richard wanted to push things.
"Laura, please sit." Richard spread his hands out, "Do I look upset? I'm simply asking a question and want a real answer."
When I remained seated, but didn't answer, he nodded.
"Okay, this is my bad as the kids say, I should have started this differently, but I wanted to have some fun with you." He tapped the table, "Laura, what if I told you I am hoping the answer would be yes?"
"I would ask what game you're playing." For real, what was he getting at?"
"Right, I get it. You could get in trouble. Okay we'll try again. I'm hoping you were teasing him on purpose and if you were I can assure you, you're in no trouble at all."
I narrowed my eyes, "Have you been drinking Richard?"
"Laura, I need help with something, something that involves Max, so one last time, were you teasing?" Before I could respond he added, "There could be something in this for you."
"In it for me?" I shrugged, "I'm getting curious and I'm taking you at your word." I sighed, "Yes I get a kick out of your son looking at me."
"Good." He laughed, "Not so hard, huh? Well I bet he was in fact I know he was, know how I know?"
"I don't think I want to know that." I shook my head.
"Laura, remember last week I popped in right as you were finishing your lesson?"
"Yes."
"You left, Max went in his room and I had forgotten to ask him something so I walked in and caught him...well you know."
"You can call me a cock tease, but can't say jerking off?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Ha, good one." He laughed, "Guess it was a little awkward especially when I saw what he was jerking off to. It was a porn video."
"Nothing weird about that." I pointed out.
"The video was a teacher student thing. I stood behind him for a minute and couldn't help but notice the woman had red hair."
"Oh." I said simply.
"So the little shows you're putting on are getting results it seems."
"I am sorry; it was totally irresponsible of me and..."
"Here's the thing." He paused, "Laura, I'm going to trust you with this. You've been tutoring Max since he was seventeen and I feel we know each other fairly well so I'm going to take a chance."
"With what?"
"I could care less Max is whacking off to porn with older women and teachers. If he's got a little crush on you? Fine, perfectly normal, you're a hot cougar to him."
"Thanks, I think."
"But the problem is all he does is jerk off..." He lowered his voice as if he thought someone were listening. "Max is a virgin."
"Really? But he's such a great kid! Not just looks either, he's nice." I grunted, "If nothing else you have money. I would think the girls would be on him just for that."
"Well in that case, I have no issue with him not falling for a gold digger, but he's just shy. Girls make him nervous and I can't get him going. I've set him up with friend's daughters, dragged him over to girls at parties to talk to them."
He slumped back in his chair, "He's interested, he'll talk to them, he'll go on a date, but never a second one and when I talk about it he gets all flustered, says he's not ready. Christ he's twenty years old, a college sophomore! I don't want him getting married, but he should have some fun and it's not the girls, they run right up to them."
"I was talking with him about that, I asked if he had a girlfriend."
"I wonder if it's because his mom's gone and I never talked much about girls and sex. You know my mom died and I had no clue what I was doing either because my old man was too busy working to pay any attention to me."
"So what are you asking? For me to talk to him, tell him to go get laid?" I laughed, "He'd probably be too embarrassed to talk."
"Um, not exactly." Richard resumed tapping the table nervously, "Know how I said I was like Max?"
"Yes."
"I was an attractive kid, a nice kid and girls flirted with me, but I was like him...just shy and scared and could never pull the trigger. I had chances, but I'd run with my tail between my legs."
"So what worked for you?"
"I'm getting to that. See my old man found out and he was outraged his son couldn't 'score' as he put it. So he did what he always did. He bought the solution."
"I'm not following." I said, confused.
"He picks me up from school, brings me to a hotel and leaves me with a hooker."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, she wasn't a young college age type, but much older, early forties, probably about your age."
"Watch it." I pointed at him.
"But looking much younger of course." He grinned, "But yeah, pops bought me an escort to show me how to be a man. I was a nervous wreck, but she was nice. We chatted, she went nice and slow, eased me into it. I'd see her once a week for a couple of months."
"All paid?"
"Yup, my old man wanted me to know how to take care of a woman and that was the thing about it. He didn't want her to just take care of me, he wanted her to show me how to please a woman, to be a good lover, know how to make a girl happy. So she gave me some private lessons."
"I guess so."
"And it worked. Next time I saw a girl that caught my eye I had no trouble asking her out then letting nature take its course."
"Well that was still kind of crappy." I told him.
"It was, but he had no clue what to do and I had no mother to help with the emotional side of things so that's what I got."
"So what does that have to do with now?" I asked.
"Max is in the same exact spot and he needs to learn to be with a woman." He looked away, took a deep breath then asked, "Laura would you be willing to teach him?"
I stared at him, was he serious? He was avoiding making eye contact with me which told me this probably wasn't a joke, if it was he would be watching for my reaction, not looking everywhere else. He then sealed it when he said softly, "I'll pay you."
"Are you fucking kidding?" I blurted out, "What do you think I am; a whore?"
"No, no!" He put his hands out in a calming gesture, "I'm sorry, I know how it sounds, but I don't really mean it that way."
"You just offered to pay me to have sex with your son." I threw my hands up, "Who's barely a man."
"Eighteen is barely a man. He's twenty and let's face it; you didn't mind flaunting your tits to him, now did you? I know I just asked something out of the ordinary of you, but don't get so puffed up, you were cock teasing him and loving it." He pointed, "So am I really that far off in asking?"
"Ouch." I nodded, "Okay, you got me, but teasing and doing are different and I'm his tutor, been doing that for almost three years, I know him."
"That's the point." He said quietly, "You know him, he likes you, and he's comfortable with you. It wouldn't be like my old man dumping me off with a stranger. Max would trust you."
"And I'd be earning that trust." I rolled my eyes.
"Remember, I was watching Laura and it wasn't just Max that looked like he was ready to lose it, the look on your face was straight out of one of those porns he watches. You looked like you wanted to eat him alive."
"I know sex isn't everything. I've never been a player or womanizer and I don't want him to be one either, but he lost out on a lot of fun in High school and he's going into his second year of colleges and still a virgin!" "Come on, you remember college, think of the fun he's missing! These are the best years of his life and he's pissing them away because he's nervous." He laughed, "Come on, help the kid out!"
"I admit I've thought about younger guys in general lately, but Max is different."
"Only because you're afraid to lose the job." Richard smiled, "And that will not happen, trust me."
"So say I did this. I seduce him; show him what he's missing. Then we just go back to talking about English composition? I'll be done as his teacher, I would have to be."
"Only if you want to." He said, "And what if I told you I have two people on the hook that need a tutor; I can get you more work. So if you wanted to quit here you'd be fine."
"You really think I'd do this? That I would take money to fuck a student? What if he says something? He's a kid, he'll brag."
"He won't because you'll tell him real men don't kiss and tell. That's one of his lessons; if you have sex with a girl you have a better chance of more if you don't run your mouth." He shrugged, "If nothing else, deny it and I'll refuse to believe him and stick up for you."
"You still assume I'd do it for money."
"Laura." He grinned, "I know people, I make money knowing people. You broke up with Jeff awhile back and that's when you started really teasing Max. You just said you've been thinking about young guys."
He grinned as I frowned, and continued, "You commented you haven't had much of a life lately. All that adds up to you being frustrated and looking to ease that frustration. I'm offering you a chance to do that and help out Max at the same time."
"How magnanimous of you." I muttered.
"Oh, and there's your current financial woes as well." Reaching into his shirt pocket he removed a wad of hundred dollar bills and held them up to me. "One thousand dollars..." He paused and looking me in the eye added, "Per lesson."
"I..." I swallowed, a grand? A grand per lesson? Two or three thousand would really ease my worries for the next couple of months and he'd mentioned....
"And the names of two possible students? That will pay my rate?" I asked.
"Right here." With a smile he turned the money over and I saw a business card clipped to it with names written on it. "I have highly recommended you; they're waiting for your call."
"But I only get the names if I seduce Max?"
"Of course, business is business." He put the money down between us. "Come on Laura, this is win win for you! Money, more clients and you get to play out the graduate with a good looking boy who's already getting off to you.
"You said he was watching milf videos and one happened to be a teacher, doesn't mean it's me." I said lamely knowing damn well I'd done everything I could lately to make him think of me.
"Oh, it was you." He laughed, "I know because I talked to him and asked him if he thought of you like that."
"You did what?"
"Hey, it was guy talk." He shrugged, "I told him you were pretty damn hot and he agreed and I asked if he thought of you and he admitted he's had some dreams about you."
"You didn't tell him about this did you?"
"Of course not!" He exclaimed, "I don't want to be like my father, I want him to think you're just coming on to him, that you're into him and want him. Come on, admit it. If you go home and think about this you're going to get hot and bothered, you know you want to."
"Is that so?" I said, but even I could hear my insincerity. Paid to fulfill a fantasy and get some much needed relief.
"You're going to teach him, Laura, not just let him fuck you. You're going to show him how to please a woman; you're going to show him on your body, you're going to enjoy this as much as he is. Hell, the kid will worship you! Isn't that the point with young guys? They appreciate it?"
"I..." I stared down at the money. "How many lessons do you think he'll need?"
"I'll pay you for three." He was all business now. "If you choose to continue to fool around with him past that, it's because you're having a good time and want to." He smirked, "Something tells me you the way you act around him, you might want to."
"So you'll think he's learning from a slut then."
"I'll think he's learning from a woman smart enough to make some money doing what she's playing with herself thinking of anyway."
"That's pretty crude." I informed him.
"But true. We're adults here, Laura." He tapped the money, "What's it going to be?"
"I can't think about it?"
"No." He said simply. "I have to get back to the office for a late conference call and I want today to be the first lesson. So choose right now."
I leaned back in the chair and thought about it. I could so use the money and the clients could be worth a lot more than that long term and Richard was right, I'd been sitting there thinking about making Max putty in my hands. But could I really go through with it?"
"Once, going twice." Richard sighed and reached for the money.
"I'll do it." I said and watched him remove his hand from the money. "But I might not go all the way today, I want to go slow."
"It's your curriculum," He smirked, "I'll trust in your expertise."
*****
I stood in the huge bathroom and carefully applied my lipstick and wondered if I could really do this. Seeing the money and the card were in my purse, I pretty much had to or risk Richard firing me and calling the new clients and telling them not to hire me.
I pursed my lips, taking in the deep slut red I'd painted them and fluffed my hair out. Normally I wore it pulled back or pinned up when I taught, but for this lesson I would leave it down. I normally changed into a pair of slacks and a blouse or occasionally jeans and a t-shirt, but right now I was still wearing the short beach robe.
I had removed the top to the bikini so when I leaned over the table Max was going to get one hell of view. Despite my misgivings just thinking of Max seeing my breasts and what it would do to him had my nipples stiff.
I had to face facts; Richard had hit on everything he said. I was lonely, horny, frustrated and could use the money to do something I was fantasizing about anyway. I adjusted my robe so it wasn't tied so loosely it was obvious and slipped on the heeled sandals I'd brought with me to make my legs look sexier and add to my 'look'
I quickly grabbed the text book from my bag and zipping it up, left the bathroom before I lost my nerve. I dropped my bag that contained the clothing I should be wearing near the door and walked into the dining room.
Max was there dressed in another sleeveless t-shirt that looked damn good on his tanned skin and immediately eased some of my inhibitions, and a pair of loose shorts. He had his lap top open and his book and note book next to it. Little did he know, he wouldn't need those today.
"Sorry, I kept you waiting." I announced as I entered.
"That's okay I had to..." He trailed off when he looked up at me.
He gave me a quick up and down and then turned his eyes towards the table and said, "You can take time to change if you want, I'll wait."
"Silly me, forgot my damn pants." I laughed, "So it was either the robe or I could sit here in my underwear."
"Oh." He was already blushing as he mentally created the image I'd given him. "R...right, wouldn't want that."
"Not that the thong would show more than my bikini anyway." I sighed, "You know, Max I'm sorry about that."
"About what?".
"Wearing that suit, it was pretty revealing."
"Oh, I didn't mind." He stopped and his blush deepened, "I mean you know, you can wear whatever you want."
"You didn't mind?" I smiled as I sat across from him. "Did you like it, it's new?"
"It was, um...pretty."
"Think I'm pretty?"
"Uh...shouldn't we get to work?" He tapped his book. "We left off on..."
"Oh, you're dodging the question." I pushed my lips into a pout, "Guess you don't think I'm pretty."
"I do. I mean, well..." He frowned, "Pretty is kind of a young girl thing, you're..."
"I'm?" I prodded.
"Beautiful?"
"I like that." I gave him a huge smile.
"So, what did my dad want?"
"He found me a couple of leads for new students."
"Oh, good." He nodded.
"Why, what did you think?"
"I...I thought maybe he saw us and...thought I was looking at you."
"Were you?" Nice segue this was.
"No!" He shook his head, "Not like that I mean."
"Damn, must be losing my touch." I sighed, "I used to be able to turn heads in a bikini."
"Chapter twenty?" He suggested, opening the book.
"Is that where we were? Let me see."
Instead of opening my own book I stood up and leaned over the table to look at his. I felt the robe open and my breasts fall forward. Max looked up and his eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of his head. His mouth opened and remained that way as he stared down my robe. I figured he could see everything right down to my pink nipples and a wave of heat flowed through me. Goddamn Richard had been right on, that was for sure.
"Max?"
"Um, Miss....I mean Laura?"
I grinned and unleashed a classic, "The books here, honey." I tapped it.
"Yes!" He nodded, "Right." He looked down at it.
"You take notes over the week?"
"Sure," He started to slide the notebook over to me, but I walked around the table and sat next to him.
I pulled my chair over so close my bare leg was resting against his and leaned to the side to look at the book. That put my hair in his face I could feel his breath on my ear as I turned my head.
"Sorry." I moved my hair away from his face which left him looking at my neck. I imagined him kissing me there and wanted to squirm in my seat. "Wow, these are good notes."
"Thank you."
"You're good at a lot of things, aren't you Max?"
I sat up and turned in my seat to face him. I opened my legs, and saw his gaze drop down to my exposed thighs. My eyes were focused on his crotch and I had to force myself not to lick my lips at the sight of the bulge there.
"I don't know."
"Bet you are." I smiled, "So that's why I wonder, why no girlfriend?"
"I guess I haven't met anyone yet." He put his hand on the notebook, "Shouldn't we talk about..."
"I'm sure you have met plenty of girls and honey? I'm a woman and I know damn well you're getting attention from the girls, you are far too hot not to."
"You think I'm...hot?" His eyes were still on my thighs as if he were to mesmerized to care if I were looking and I spread them further open, but put my hand on the robe between them so he would only be able to see more of my thigh.
"You're a sexy young man, too sexy to be alone." I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Max, are you shy?"
"No...well....a little."
"Why, what are you afraid of?"
"I don't know." He shrugged, "Can we..."
"Max, have you ever had sex?"
"That's a little personal!" He declared, finally pulling his gaze from my lap and looking at me.
"That's my answer then," I laughed and put my hand on his arm, "That's okay though, just makes you even cuter."
"Don't make fun of me." He sulked, his lip out, God he was adorable! I wanted to kiss him right on the spot.
"I think it's sweet." I lowered my voice to a sultry whisper and leaning closer spoke in his ear, "Sweet drives women crazy, especially older women."
"Really?" He asked and I noted he made no attempt to move.
"Really." I sighed, allowing my hot breath to blow on his neck, "God, a woman my age? We could just eat sweet alive." At this point my lips were almost touching his ear, "Sweet makes us not want to be sweet all."
"Hey, want a soda?" He blurted out and pulled away from me, almost falling off his chair.
"Am I making you nervous, Max?"
"No, uh...yes." He nodded, "You're getting kind of close."
"Is that a bad thing?" I gave him an innocent smile, "A beautiful woman getting close to you?"
"How about that coke?" He stood up and for a moment the now larger bulge in his shorts was right in my face and my eyes widened.
"Guess it's not so bad at all is it?" I grinned, "Because you look awfully happy."
Max blushed so deeply he looked sunburned and stuttering something about a drink turned his back and practically ran into the kitchen. When he was out of sight I leaned back in my chair and put my hand between my thighs, Christ, I was soaking through the bikini. Who the hell had I been kidding? I was so ready for this.
But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching porn. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me.
I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it.
"Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.
I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it.
The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock.
"Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.
I heard Max pop open a can in the kitchen and knew I only had a minute or two to figure out what I wanted to do. On the screen the woman was now teasing, sitting back and stroking his glistening cock, jerking him and asking him what he wanted.
He moaned and pumped his hips, begging her for more, but she giggled and kept stroking him while waggling her tongue over the tip of his cock. Inspiration hit me and at the sound of footsteps in the kitchen, I closed the lap top and took it off the table along with his note book and went into the living room.
I placed it on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch to wait for him. Max came from the kitchen and looked at the table then out into the next room.
"Why are you in there?"
"Its cooler in here and honestly, this couch is so soft!" I laughed, "I'm not wearing pants so it feels real nice." I winked at him and his eyes went down to my legs again.
"Well come on," I tapped the couch, "I don't bite, I just nibble from time to time."
Max walked over looking like a dear in headlights "Here you go." He handed me the glass and I heard the ice clicking, the poor kids hand was shaking! Priceless.
"Thank you." I took a couple of long swallows, making sure to press my lower lip to the glass.
I then took the cool glass and rubbed it along my upper chest.
"That feels good, the sun was warm today." I told him as I slid the glass up my neck leaving a wet trail from the condensation. "Oh, damn."
"What is it?" He asked, placing his can on the table.
"I got lipstick on the glass," I sighed, "Lipstick gets all over everything I put in my mouth."
"Right." He agreed and gestured at the lap top, "Laura, can we get started?"
"Of course." I tapped the couch next to me "Sit down and go to the PC site, I want to look at your class schedule again, see who you have, I know some of the teachers there, we can figure out what to focus on."
"Great!" His relief was comical as he sat on the middle cushion and leaning over opened his lap top.
The screen came up and the red haired teacher was right there stroking her moaning student.
"What the fuck?" Max exclaimed.
"Oh, look at that!" I laughed, "You bad boy, Max."
He went to close the lap top, but I reached out and caught his arm.
"Let it play."
"What? I..."
Just then the woman spoke, "Hmm, you're being such a good student for me, you're working so hard; you think maybe your slutty teacher should reward you?"
"Well now." I looked at him, "That's a different lesson isn't it?"
"L...Laura, I don't know how that got there." He tried to move his arm, but I pulled on it once more, stopping him, but using my other hand used the mouse to pause the video.
"No? You accidently found a site like that and somehow your computer kept watching it by itself?"
"Well, um..."
"It's okay, Max, porn is fun. I like it. I do know people tend to watch what they really desire and..." I pointed at the screen, "Lot of sexy teachers on your computer."
"It's not what you think."
"Really?" I pouted "That would be too bad because I'd really like it to be."
"I...what?" He looked at me and I placed my hand gently against his cheek.
"I was hoping it's what you wanted, hoping you thought of me like this." I licked my lips and his eyes looked like they were going to explode from his head. "I saw this and really hoped you wanted some....private lessons."
I put my hand on his crotch and we both gasped; him from surprise and me from...goddamn was he fucking hard!
"Laura! We...my dad!"
"Is paying me to teach you things." I smiled, "Who says it has to be boring?"
"We...you're screwing with me." He whispered, but made no move to remove my hand from his crotch.
"Max if I was screwing with you would I be playing with this...hmm," I leaned over and purred in his ear, "Nice big cock?"
"That...Oh, shit." He moaned when I gave it a squeeze. "Laura, please we..."
"You don't have to beg, honey." I flicked my tongue across his ear and felt a shiver go through him. "I'm a sure thing."
"You are?"
"Eventually." I said in his ear as I rubbed the length of his cock thinking I wanted it now, but I would go slow today. "But it's like your regular lessons, we start at the beginning and we go slowly and you let me show you, okay?"
"Okay." He swallowed hard, "You...you're really not teasing me?"
I turned his head to face me and kissed him. He tried to pull back in surprise, but I slid my hand behind his head and pressed my lips softly to his. He released an adorable whimper in his throat that caused my pussy to gush and I forced myself to only make it a quick kiss.
"Now...that's the first thing, Max, women like to be kissed and you always kiss before playing, right?"
"R...right."
"Have you kissed a girl?"
"A couple of times, but um, not much."
"Well, how about you kiss me?" I leaned back and parted my lips. When he didn't respond right away, I opened my eyes to see him looking at me nervously.
"Come on, Max. I told you to follow my lead, but women like a man who doesn't need to be told." I gave his cock another squeeze causing him to moan again. "You like that? Like me playing with your nice, big dick?"
"Yes." He breathed as I rubbed it through his shorts.
"Well if you want me to keep doing it, you'll give me a nice kiss. In fact." I grabbed the snap of his shorts and pulled it open, "You do a good job, I'll reach right in and grab it, and wouldn't that feel better?"
"Yes."
"Then, how about you give your naughty teacher a kiss?" I closed my eyes and parted my lips once more and my heart pounded in anticipation as I awaited his kiss.
After a moment of nothing, I stopped moving my hand and lifted it from his crotch. Immediately his lips pressed quickly to mine and with a soft moan, I grabbed his cock and stroked it once more.
Max kissed me quickly, several rapid fire little pecks and telling myself to be patient, I worked my fingers through his hair and keeping his head still caught his lips with mine and slowed him down.
"Relax, it's not a race, baby." I whispered against him, "Women like men who take their time, not grabby boys. Take your time, enjoy me; experience me."
I kissed him again, my lips sliding teasingly along his and after remaining still for a moment he followed my lead and moved his lips against mine. I moaned loudly for him and pulled his hair. More inspiring to him I'm sure was me pulling his zipper down and teasing my fingers along his cock now just through his underwear.
Letting his hair, go I grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm around my waist. I continued to kiss him and he didn't need to be told to put his other arm around me. He pulled me into him and I breathed, "There you go," then pushed my tongue into his mouth.
Max gasped when my tongue darted across his, then moaned when my fingers worked their way into his boxers. I touched his bare cock and he whimpered, causing my pussy to become even wetter. He pushed his tongue against mine and his kiss grew bolder, his lips pressing harder to mine and even taking the lead.
I let him control the kiss as my hand made it inside his boxers and I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft.
"Oh, honey!" I moaned and not for his benefit, but the fact...wow, he had a nice cock!
Max broke the kiss and moaned when I pumped his cock. I reached the head and squeezed it and felt some of his precum squirt onto my hand. I moaned at the sensation and rubbing it along his sensitive head then pumped him faster, getting his cock slick with his juices.
"My neck." I whispered, and lifted my head, "Kiss my neck, my chest; keep your lips on me, Max. Women love their necks kissed, we love everything kissed."
Max obediently fastened his lips to my neck and I sighed as he kissed me and I continued to play with his hard, and pretty damn big, young cock. Max surprised me by taking his time, working his lips along one side of my neck then down the other.
As a reward, I stroked him faster. It was a reward for me as well, because his cock felt damn good in my hand. I squeezed him tighter and felt him pulsing against my palm. My clit was throbbing at the idea of what that hard flesh would feel like in my mouth and stuffing my recently neglected pussy.
At this point I had to tell myself to go slow as much as I had to convince him to. It wasn't going to be easy as Max followed my instructions to the letter and slid his lips down to the top of my chest.
I grabbed his arm and pulled on it. Max let me guide his arm to me and taking his hand I put it on my left breast through the robe. He groaned as he kissed my chest and my breath hissed between my teeth as his fingers caressed my nipple.
"Go ahead," I said softly, "Reach in, touch me."
Max didn't hesitate this time; his hand slipped into my robe and cupped my breast. I moaned as his fingers slid over my bare nipple and squirmed on the couch as he fondled my breast.
"You want to see them?" I asked.
"Please?" He looked up from my chest, his blue eyes bright with excitement.
"Before you do, how does that look?" I pointed down to his lap as I tugged his cock from his underwear,
"Oh, fuck." He whispered as we both watched my hand slide up and down his long thick shaft.
"Honey, this is a big fucking cock." I said and putting my other hand on it, jerked it with both.
"Oh...oh, Laura." He moaned, slumping back against the couch as I jerked him off.
"Hmm, I like that, that's nice, Max. Always let your lady know she's pleasing you. Don't buy that bullshit men don't moan or make noise. We love to hear it just like you do."
I wanted to do more than hear it, I wanted to taste it. Fuck, I wanted to swing my leg over his lap and ride this beautiful dick. Richard was right, this kid had wasted too much time, Christ, the fun he could have had!
But not yet, I wouldn't be doing what Richard wanted if I just took him for a ride on the spot. Not only that, but as slow as I was pumping him, his legs were shaking and he was moaning louder, poor kid was ready to pop.
Max was leaning back against the couch breathing heavily and staring at my hands on his cock. He was so into it his hands had left my body and he was simply watching.
"Hey, baby, don't forget about me." I told him and released his cock, "Never forget about your lady."
"S...sorry, that felt so good." He looked down at his cock, "You're not going to stop are you?"
"Well, that depends." I was starting to enjoy myself now. "On what you do for me."
I leaned back into the corner of the couch and held up the ties to my robe, "I asked if you wanted to see my tits and all you did was sit there and let me play with you, what about me?"
"I, well I thought you were going to...you know?"
"I know what?" I wagged my finger at him, "Be a man, Max, don't be a boy, even girls your age don't like nervous boys, tell me what you thought I was going to do."
Max paused and I sighed, "Well I guess you can turn that movie back on and finish yourself off then. I won't waste time with a boy."
"I thought you were going to make me cum." He gave me a nervous smile, "Please?"
"Please is nice, but a little out of place." I pushed the ties of the robe out to them. "Don't you want to see them?"
"Yes, pl...Yes." He caught himself, "Laura, I'd love to see your tits."
"Better." I shook the ties, "Un-wrap me."
Max leaned over and I had to make an effort to keep my eyes off his still fully hard cock and focus on him. When he took the ties, I kept my hands on them and spoke softly.
"Sometimes the girl may undress for you, it depends on her mood, if she feels like showing off and being playful, but a lot of times we like to be undressed and don't be nervous, don't be rough or pushy, but be confident and make the move."
Max nodded and when I let the ties go he pulled on them. My robe opened and fell to the side revealing my breasts and my pussy grew even wetter at the fact I was now exposed to him.
"Damn." He licked his lips, "They're...perfect."
"Nice," I cooed, "Compliments are good, baby, real good."
I cupped my breasts, noting how warm they were, and hefting them, pushed them out to him.
"Like them?"
"Yes."
I stroked my nipples with my thumbs and couldn't stifle a moan. Part of me couldn't believe I was sitting here with my robe open, just the skimpy bikini bottom covering my dripping pussy, but the other part of me was reveling in it! The way Max was staring hungrily at my body, not just my tits, but his eyes were roaming my stomach and thighs and between my legs.
"Like how my nails look on them?"
"I really do." He slid a little closer and I smiled,
"What would look better on them?"
"My hands."
"Nice answer." I sat up and faced him, "Go ahead."
I released my breasts and Max eagerly cupped them and squeezed them gently. His fingers were trembling and again his nervousness sent a thrill through me. His thumbs caressed my nipples and I groaned, damn they were sensitive right now.
Max was staring at my breasts with a look of absolute lust on his face that caused me to lose character, grabbing the back of his head I pushed his face down into my right breast.
"Come on, baby, you know what you really want to do!"
Max didn't disappoint me and I released a low moan as he sucked my swollen pink nipple into his mouth. He moaned as his tongue swirled around it and his thumb continued to work my other nipple.
"That's nice, Max, just like that." I sighed and running my fingers through his thick hair, turned to the side, pushing my other breast at him, "Other one's jealous."
Max laughed and as he sucked my other aching nipple I took hold of his cock again. He whimpered as I pumped it and it caused me to arch my back, shoving my tit deeper into his mouth. The control I had over him was driving me wild.
"Hmm, someone needs to cum, don't they?" I gave his cock several hard pumps that caused him to moan around my nipple and thrust his hips.
"Yes," He spoke around my breast, "I need to cum so bad!"
"And I want to make you come, baby, but..." I eased his head from my tit so he was facing me. "There's a very important lesson here."
"What's that?" He asked nervously.
"Once you're with a woman for awhile it's different because you're both comfortable, but at first? You want to make a good impression and make her come back for more? The lady always comes first, honey."
"Okay." He nodded, "You want me to...?"
"You're going to make me come for you." I smiled, "Never made a girl come before have you?"
"You know I haven't, don't make fun, I...oh." He groaned when I pumped his cock.
"I'm not making fun and the good news? In a few minutes you'll be able to answer yes." I tapped the back of the couch. "Sit back."
I released his cock and Max sat back against the couch. Leaning over him, I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly turned side to side, teasing my breasts across his face. He flicked his tongue out catching each nipple and I giggled, "You're doing just fine, honey."
I grabbed the edges of his shirt and tugged upwards. Taking the hint he lifted his arms and I stripped his shirt from him and tossed it on the floor.
"Take your shorts off." I said, "I want to see all of that nice hard body."
Max pushed his shorts down and kicked them off along with his shoes. I looked down at him and my heart pounded at the sight of his young well muscled form and that huge fucking cock standing at attention for me.
My robe was hanging off my shoulders and stepping between his legs; I put my back to him and slowly slid it off. As it fell to the floor I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the look on his face as she stared at my ass.
I was now only in the minimal bikini bottom and heels and I felt both sexy and slutty as this boy less than half my age stared at me, naked desire on his face. I should be ashamed of myself, he was a kid to me, let alone I'd agreed to get paid for this, but all that added to the heat between my legs. Not sure if that made me a bad person or not, but one thing was for sure, I was a happy one at the moment.
I sat on the edge of the couch between his legs and leaned back slightly. I felt his cock pressing into the small of my back and again fought the urge to hop on. Instead I moved my hair over my shoulder and said, "Know what's sweet and sexy? Kissing a woman's back."
Max put his hands on my shoulders and I purred as his lips found the back of my neck.
"So nice." I whispered as planted a series of soft kisses down my neck to between my shoulders, then worked his way back and forth.
Taking his hands, I brought them around to my breasts, "Hands and lips, honey, keep everything moving, and use everything you have." I ground back into his cock, "Even this, rub against me, and let that girl feel how bad you want her."
Cupping my tits and stroking my nipples, Max worked his hips, sliding his cock along my back and I could feel his pre cum dripping down my skin. My hips moved back into him and my clit was throbbing to the point I was ready to whimper the way he had.
"Now lean back for me."
Max did as I asked, but to my delight kept his hands on my breasts. When he was back against the couch, I slid my shoes off and pushing up rested my ass on his lower stomach and put my feet on his thighs.
This left his long thick cock sticking out between my legs and taking him in my hand I pressed it against my crotch and pumped my hips. We both moaned at the contact and I asked,
"Can you feel how hot and wet I am even through the bikini?"
"God, yeah." He groaned thrusting his hips.
"Imagine this cock sliding through my wet pussy, through my soft wet lips, sliding...inside me."
"I...I'm imagining it." He breathed in my ear.
"Going to keep having to for now, baby. Can't go to fast too soon, but I will let you play with me, how's that?"
"Anything you want." He moaned as I ran my fingernails lightly along his shaft.
"That's a good answer, Max, stick with that, you'll have no worries."
I took his right wrist and removing it from my breast placed his hand on my stomach and guided it downward. I stopped just over the bikini and said, "Tell me what you want."
"I want to touch you." I sighed in disgust and he quickly spoke up, "Laura, I want to play with your pussy."
"You're learning."
My own fingers trembling at this point I pulled the bikini to the side exposing my pink slit, taking his hand I pushed his fingers through the damp patch of fiery hair over it, "See that baby? I'm a real red head."
"That's...wow." He whispered as he peered down over my shoulder.
I pushed his hand lower and moaned as his fingers slid through my wet lips. Max gasped, but made no attempt to move as I worked his hand back and forth stroking my hot little box with his fingers. I let him go and groaned as he continued to move, stroking me.
His cock was resting against my thigh and I was dying to rub it through my pussy, but if I did I wouldn't be able to resist shoving it inside me. I kept my bikini pulled to the side and returned my other hand to my right nipple.
"Play with my tit too, Max, never let one of your hands be empty."
He slid his arm around me and rolled my nipple between his fingers as he continued to fondle my pussy. I was breathing heavy and it dawned on me he wasn't the only one ready to pop.
"Just like that, but not inside, you can't feel inside until next time." I was telling myself at this point as much as I was telling him. "Next time you can put your fingers inside and if you keep being such a good student, maybe your tongue."
Max's cock twitched against my leg and I thought my tongue was definitely going to be in play next time around, God I wanted to taste it.
"Now slide your fingers up and find that clit and...Oh!" I gasped when his two fingers rubbed my aching button and groaned, "Yes, right there."
Max rubbed gently up and down and a shudder went through me.
"In circles," I whispered, "Nice and easy and in circles."
Max followed my instructions and my hips jerked as he traced my clit with his strong fingers.
"That feel good?" He asked.
"It does, honey, but never ask that, it sounds like you're not sure or you want a compliment, be confident, know it feels good. Feel my body move, listen to me moan, you can tell it feels good."
I followed that up with a long soft moan because damn it did feel good! I pushed my back against his chest and let my head fall back on his shoulder.
Max lowered his head and surprised me by kissing my neck.
"Very nice." I cooed.
"Use it all, right?"
"Right, oh, Max you are doing just fine." I sighed.
I lay back against him thinking this had to be a wet dream, I couldn't really be sitting here all but naked on Max's lap. He couldn't be rubbing my clit and teasing my nipple and kissing me; I couldn't really be this close to cumming at the hands of a student, but...it felt pretty real.
My hips were rocking back and forth and my thighs were shaking. His massive cock pulsing against my leg was driving me wild and I squeezed my right nipple harder. I released a sharp yelp and my hips jerked; God I was close!
"Faster," I moaned, "Rub faster and harder, don't be afraid, Max, push on it, just....Oh, yes."
I groaned as his fingers rubbed harder and my hips responded, grinding into his touch. My heart was pounding and I arched my back against him.
"Just like that," I whimpered, "Just like that, Max, oh, honey, just a little more, a little....oh...oh, fuck yeah!"
I cried out loudly then released a long loud squeal as my body exploded into orgasm. Max's hand slowed and letting my tit go I grabbed it and held it between my legs, "Don't stop!" I moaned, "Oh, baby I'm cumming for you I...."
My words turned into a series of high pitched squeals and Max moved his fingers even faster and my body responded. It had been months since I'd come from anything other than a toy and my body was showing me what I'd been missing.
My hips bucked wildly and lifting my feet from his legs, I clamped my legs shut, trapping his hand between my thighs as I ground my pussy into him. He was squeezing my nipple harder in his excitement and it added to my pleasure.
Reveling in my powerful orgasm I let loose with a sound that could best be described as a howl and worked my hips as fast as I could into his hand. His cock was also pinned between my legs now and even as I came I thought of what it was going to be like to explode like this on that long, thick and...young cock.
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[Fictional Stories - Mind Control] Hypnotic Massage
It's been a long week. It was two weeks before finals, so the semester projects and papers were all coming due. All of that was on top of the normal course work. It's times like this when I regret deciding to "challenge myself" this semester.
I lay in bed contemplating that I would likely forget about the hellish week and decide to really challenge myself next term. My thoughts turned to my girlfriend, as she should be here any minute. She had it even worse than I did. Sure her course load was lighter, but she also had to work more than twenty hours a week to make the requirements for her student loans. While my parent's aren't rich, they are well enough off that I didn't have to work while studying.
I heard the key turning in the lock and looked over to see the door opening. Lisa came in and started dropping things as she made her way slowly toward the bed. Her book bag dropped with an impressively loud thunk. Her keys flew across the room to land on desk which was the only other piece of furniture, aside from the bed, in the studio apartment.
I could tell she was really tired because she didn't even bother to hang up her coat, she's normal very tidy, instead letting it fall off her shoulders to the floor. She unbuttoned her jeans and started lowering the fly before collapsing face down on the bed next to me. She seemed to muster up the energy to face me and said, "I'm so tired honey, would you mind if I took a nap before we go to dinner?"
The circles under her normally bright blue eyes wouldn't let me say no. Even if I was practically starving. "That's fine, Lisa," I said as I pushed some strays blonde hairs off her face. Stroking her cheek gently. "Even better, how about a massage?"
She closed her eyes and smiled like an angle, saying, "That would be wooooonderful."
Yeah, wonderful for her. A girl had once told me that my massages were better than sex. I think the chances are she just hadn't had enough good sex, but they are still pretty good. While for most people a nice full body massage degenerates into hot steamy sex, for me I end up with a sleeping wet noodle and an unrequited erection. The things I do for love.
I sat up and moved to the foot of the bed. Lifting each of her feet in turn I untied and removed her shoes. I then pulled off her socks and gave the arch of each foot a little tickle. Lisa growled a little and threatened to kick me in the face so I gave up that tactic.
"We have to get your jeans off," I said to her. When I say we, I meant it. While she isn't overweight, she has very wide hips, and being a guy, I have never figured out how to get jeans past a woman's hips. With her help and considerable grunting on my part we got her jeans off and in a pile on the floor.
"You have to do the rest, I'm toooo tired!" she declared.
She was wearing one of my old button down shirts, so I turned her on her side to get at the buttons. Once that was done I had her positioned face down again and pulled the shirt down off her arms. When the shirt was off, I realized she was wearing one of those front snapping bras. Rather than turn her again, I slid my hands under her and unclasped the bra. I pulled the two halves from under her, allowing my fingers to graze across her nipples, giving a slight pinch as I did.
"I thought you said a massage, you horn-dog. Remember, 'just a massage,'" growled Lisa.
I took a moment to look down at her as she lay prepared for the massage. Lisa is a bit on the tall side, with really long legs. They are actually as long as mine and I'm more than six inches taller than she is. The legs meet at hips and a bottom that, although wide, are not that thick. Her waist narrows dramatically before gradually widening to her chest and upper back. I practically licked my lips thinking about turning her over and seeing her lovely breasts.
Patience, I reminded myself. Work comes first. Well, a massage isn't really work, although it can be tiring. Plus I had something in mind, something that I realized I had been thinking about for a while. I had never taken a psychology course in my life, but I knew my girlfriend and thought she would enjoy this.
I stood up long enough to remove my clothes as well, leaving me naked and her in only her panties. I always leave them on when I am giving her "just a massage," since the sight and smell of her sex is way too distracting. Even the sight of her panty clad bottom is a distraction, but I can usually control myself. Usually.
I lifted her left foot and started the massage. I pressed the heel of my thumbs into her arch and rubbed in little circles. Watching her little toes wiggling from the pressure. I held her calf close to my chest, letting my body warmth be felt as I continued rubbing her foot.
"Lisa, I want you to relax. I know you have been pretty stressed lately, and I don't want this massage to be for nothing. As my hands are rubbing you, you will find it harder and harder to use those muscles. As I rub your foot, you will find you can no longer even wiggle your toes, it is so relaxed."
I continued rubbing her foot, now working on the individual toes. I continued down toward her heel and massaged the sides of her heel and down toward her ankle. She must really have been stressed because even her ankle was held rigidly in place. I massaged down toward her knee.
"Lisa, keep relaxing as my fingers loosen the muscles. Each time my fingers pass over the muscle it will become more relaxed. The tension is ratcheting away under my fingers. Now your calf is as relaxed as your foot. You can't even move it anymore."
To test out my progress, I slowly ran my finger down her calf and toward her foot. Normally her foot would jerk away from being tickled, but aside from a twitch in her thigh, nothing happened.
"Very good Lisa. See how good it feels to be so relaxed," I said as I slowly lowered her foot onto my lap and lifted the other. I continued the massage and the slow dialog with her right foot, then her ankle and finally her calf. I could see her back was even relaxing as the tension in her feet went away.
"Now Lisa, I don't want you to fall asleep," I said as I lowered her other foot onto my lap. This seemed to jar her a bit, as I saw some tension return to her back. But her feet didn't even twitch.
"Lisa, imagine that you are floating in the ocean. Like when we went snorkeling last spring break. The water is supporting your weight and you can feel the warm sun on your back, relaxing every muscle."
My hands were now working on her lower thighs. I was digging the length of my thumbs and the heel of my hands into the tight muscles. I would lift her calf gently to relax the muscle and rub the tension away. All the while the dialog was continuing.
"Your thighs are now relaxing. Wherever my fingers touch the tension disappears. My fingers feel like the gentle waves and the sun's heat. The heat penetrating into the muscles pulling away the tension."
The next real hurdle was quickly approaching as my hands continued upward. She is very ticklish on her inner thigh, especially when I get close to her sex. I usually have to avoid the area altogether or risk starting over. My hands continued upward, feeling the muscles relaxing as I moved. I could also see a faint spot of moisture developing on her panties. So far so good.
"Lisa, are you still awake?"
"Yes..." I heard her faintly say, from very far away.
"You aren't ticklish any more are you? You are way too relaxed to be ticklish."
"Yes..."
"As I continue upward, the tension will drain away." I gulped briefly before continuing, "As the tension drains away, you will become more aroused. You are so relaxed that the gentle touches will cause arousal instead of tension. You can't be tickled when you are so aroused, right Lisa?"
"Right..."
My hands were by now massing her inner thigh mere inches from her dampening panties. Normally she would be thrashing uncontrollably if I did this. Experiment completed, I continued the massage down the front of her legs. Reaching under her to massage her quads.
"You legs are so relaxed that you can't move them anymore. You can still feel my hands and the heat from my body, but it only causes you to relax further and further. Right Lisa?"
"Yes..."
I raised her legs enough to slide out from under her. I repositioned so I was kneeling over her, one leg on either side of her bottom. It took a supreme effort to keep my now erect penis front resting on her bottom.
I placed my thumbs on either side of her spine, right above her bottom. I started working them in a circular motion, pushing the stress out away from her spine.
"Lisa, continue relaxing as my hands move higher. Remember that when my hands massage a muscle, you can no longer seem to move it. Your legs are already floating far away, and now your back is floating away."
With my thumbs near her spine, my fingers snaked out to the sides, massaging the sides of her waist. I would move my hands over her smooth waist, wrapping my fingers under her and rubbing her belly. I always loved her belly, and took the time to rub it in appreciation. My thumbs trailing down her sides as I did so. I only realized later that this would normally reduce her to a pile of giggles.
I repositioned myself so I was basically sitting on her bottom. I let my erection lie along her back, a small drop of precum landing on her spine.
"Can you feel how hard I am? Seeing how well you respond to my touch. Can you feel the heat of my cock against you?"
"Yes!..." she replied. A little stronger, but still very far away.
I reached down on either side and started massaging her hands. By this point she was so conditioning that a mere touch turned her tension into jelly. But I still meticulously worked each area of the hand. The thumb's heel, the flesh between the thumb and other fingers, the fingers themselves, all quickly fell victim to my massage.
As I worked either hand, I rubbed the tip of my erection up and down on her spine. Making a slick patch with the precum. I bent over her so my body was inches above hers and started whispering my relaxing phrases right in her ear.
"Can you feel me against you? Can you feel my hand cock against you. It almost feels like I am inside of you, doesn't it? Pushing into you while you lie there utterly relaxed."
"Mmmmm..."
My hands were moving up her arms as I whispered in her ear, "Relax... Feel me against you, as if inside of you."
"Can you feel me inside of you," I said while sliding myself along her back.
"Yes... please..."
My hands were working on her upper back and her shoulders. The massage was getting less thorough but having a stronger effect. I started sucking on her earlobe between whispers of "Relax" and "deep inside of you."
I moved my hands under her chest, palming her breasts. "Can you feel me deep inside of you? Deeper than I've ever been before?"
"Yes... deep..."
I pinched her nipples between my fingers and rubbed myself in earnest against her back. I started feeling her buttocks squeezing.
"You bad girl, your cute little bottom isn't relaxed!"
"No please... please let me..."
I slide my hands down her body, sliding them along underneath her. I sat up enough to get my hands under her hips. I allowed my fingers to dip briefly under the front of her panties, barely touching her pubic hair. I then brought my hands around and starting rubbing her bottom.
"Nggghhh..." she muttered as her buttocks stopped clenching. "Please!"
"Shhhh... Relax..." I murmured, lying back on top of her. My fingers and hands slid back under her chest.
"Feel all the week's tension draining away. It is building up in your pussy, and when I thrust into you it will all be released. All the tension will be drained away as your pussy clamps down around me and you come for me."
"Yes, please... hurry..."
"If I hurry it won't all go away. You have to trust me, and relax."
"No... hurry..." she said. I saw her face start scrunching up in concentration.
I pulled my hands from massaging her breasts. Usually they are extremely sensitive, but with how relaxed she was her nipples wouldn't even stay erect. I laid my weight on her, allowing me to bring my hands up to stroke her neck and face. I massaged her temples and started whispering, "As my fingers massage, all the thought muscles are relaxing. All you can do is move the tension down to your pussy. Waiting for me to thrust deep into you and release all your tension."
After a few moments her face started relaxing. She looked more and more like the angel I had fallen in love with as the tension melted from her face.
"Are you ready, my love?" I whispered into her ear.
"Yes..."
She was so relaxed, it almost seemed like she had stopped breathing. I slide down her body to align myself for the thrust, kissing her neck gently as I did so. I realized that she was mine to do with as I pleased. But somehow it felt wrong to take advantage of her while she was under my massage spell. So I left her panties in and whispered, "are you ready?"
"Yes..."
As soon as she said it, I thrust my hips against hers, my painfully erect cock trapped between her bottom and my stomach. I even grabbed her hips for effect pulling her against me.
Her eyes shot open and she pulled in a huge breathe. I could feel a single wave of tension shoot through her body before she went incredibly limp. I could feel her sex twitching against me, the only muscle in her that could still move. Her breathing was ragged, and while her eyes were open she couldn't focus. I pulled her harder against me, as if I were really plunged deep inside of her shooting my seed into her.
Her breathing finally started slowing down, and her eyes drooped closed. A slight smile started to show on her face.
"I'm going to pull out now. As I do you will start getting control of your body back. But you will still remain very relaxed." I pulled my hips back and she inhaled sharply, something she does when I pull out after a particularly hard orgasm. A few staccato breaths and she was back to her relaxed even breathing.
I rolled over to lie on my back next to her. Feeling as exhausted as if I had been making love to her the entire time.
"Lisa?"
"Yes...?"
"Time for you to go to sleep."
"Yes..."
I quickly fell asleep as well.
* * *
I woke up to a pitch black room and felt Lisa on top of me. More importantly, I was buried deep inside of her and she was rocking her hips slowly. I was buried deep inside her and she was on fire, and wetter than she had ever been. Her long hair flowed loosely against my chest and I could hear her panting slightly.
Somehow she could tell I was awake because she said, "That massage was amazing." She rode for a few more seconds before continuing, "But it felt incredibly weird to orgasm like that with nothing inside of me."
She continued rocking and started bouncing slightly. Her breath was coming faster as she leaned down. She trailed her very erect nipples through my chest hair before whispering, "I woke up and realized what your had..."
She broke off as I felt a convulsion around my cock. A line of hot fluid trickled down my balls and I could feel it cooling rapidly. During the slight convulsion she had lost her rhythm. She paused a moment and continued, harder than before.
She grabbed my earlobe in her teeth, flicking her tongue against it before releasing it to say, "... realized you had tricked me."
Her hands found my chest and she started digging her nails into me. "Just come... talk... morning..."
She was riding me very hard now... I grabbed her hips and started my own thrusting. Soon we had a rhythm that would send me over the edge in no time. I grabbed her hard and thrust deep into her. My hold body tensed as I finally shot into her. I could feel her shuddering on top of, and around me.
Panting heavily she laid down on top of me. One of us would twitch, causing a matching reaction in the other. Gradually the twitching stopped altogether and we were both breathing relatively normally.
I could start to make out some things in the near total darkness. I could see that she had her lower lip clenched in her teeth. She was sitting up now with her hands on my chest. I heard a sharp intake of breath as she pulled herself off me.
She rolled to the side and d****d herself across me before whispering, "Now you can go to sleep."
And we did.
I lay in bed contemplating that I would likely forget about the hellish week and decide to really challenge myself next term. My thoughts turned to my girlfriend, as she should be here any minute. She had it even worse than I did. Sure her course load was lighter, but she also had to work more than twenty hours a week to make the requirements for her student loans. While my parent's aren't rich, they are well enough off that I didn't have to work while studying.
I heard the key turning in the lock and looked over to see the door opening. Lisa came in and started dropping things as she made her way slowly toward the bed. Her book bag dropped with an impressively loud thunk. Her keys flew across the room to land on desk which was the only other piece of furniture, aside from the bed, in the studio apartment.
I could tell she was really tired because she didn't even bother to hang up her coat, she's normal very tidy, instead letting it fall off her shoulders to the floor. She unbuttoned her jeans and started lowering the fly before collapsing face down on the bed next to me. She seemed to muster up the energy to face me and said, "I'm so tired honey, would you mind if I took a nap before we go to dinner?"
The circles under her normally bright blue eyes wouldn't let me say no. Even if I was practically starving. "That's fine, Lisa," I said as I pushed some strays blonde hairs off her face. Stroking her cheek gently. "Even better, how about a massage?"
She closed her eyes and smiled like an angle, saying, "That would be wooooonderful."
Yeah, wonderful for her. A girl had once told me that my massages were better than sex. I think the chances are she just hadn't had enough good sex, but they are still pretty good. While for most people a nice full body massage degenerates into hot steamy sex, for me I end up with a sleeping wet noodle and an unrequited erection. The things I do for love.
I sat up and moved to the foot of the bed. Lifting each of her feet in turn I untied and removed her shoes. I then pulled off her socks and gave the arch of each foot a little tickle. Lisa growled a little and threatened to kick me in the face so I gave up that tactic.
"We have to get your jeans off," I said to her. When I say we, I meant it. While she isn't overweight, she has very wide hips, and being a guy, I have never figured out how to get jeans past a woman's hips. With her help and considerable grunting on my part we got her jeans off and in a pile on the floor.
"You have to do the rest, I'm toooo tired!" she declared.
She was wearing one of my old button down shirts, so I turned her on her side to get at the buttons. Once that was done I had her positioned face down again and pulled the shirt down off her arms. When the shirt was off, I realized she was wearing one of those front snapping bras. Rather than turn her again, I slid my hands under her and unclasped the bra. I pulled the two halves from under her, allowing my fingers to graze across her nipples, giving a slight pinch as I did.
"I thought you said a massage, you horn-dog. Remember, 'just a massage,'" growled Lisa.
I took a moment to look down at her as she lay prepared for the massage. Lisa is a bit on the tall side, with really long legs. They are actually as long as mine and I'm more than six inches taller than she is. The legs meet at hips and a bottom that, although wide, are not that thick. Her waist narrows dramatically before gradually widening to her chest and upper back. I practically licked my lips thinking about turning her over and seeing her lovely breasts.
Patience, I reminded myself. Work comes first. Well, a massage isn't really work, although it can be tiring. Plus I had something in mind, something that I realized I had been thinking about for a while. I had never taken a psychology course in my life, but I knew my girlfriend and thought she would enjoy this.
I stood up long enough to remove my clothes as well, leaving me naked and her in only her panties. I always leave them on when I am giving her "just a massage," since the sight and smell of her sex is way too distracting. Even the sight of her panty clad bottom is a distraction, but I can usually control myself. Usually.
I lifted her left foot and started the massage. I pressed the heel of my thumbs into her arch and rubbed in little circles. Watching her little toes wiggling from the pressure. I held her calf close to my chest, letting my body warmth be felt as I continued rubbing her foot.
"Lisa, I want you to relax. I know you have been pretty stressed lately, and I don't want this massage to be for nothing. As my hands are rubbing you, you will find it harder and harder to use those muscles. As I rub your foot, you will find you can no longer even wiggle your toes, it is so relaxed."
I continued rubbing her foot, now working on the individual toes. I continued down toward her heel and massaged the sides of her heel and down toward her ankle. She must really have been stressed because even her ankle was held rigidly in place. I massaged down toward her knee.
"Lisa, keep relaxing as my fingers loosen the muscles. Each time my fingers pass over the muscle it will become more relaxed. The tension is ratcheting away under my fingers. Now your calf is as relaxed as your foot. You can't even move it anymore."
To test out my progress, I slowly ran my finger down her calf and toward her foot. Normally her foot would jerk away from being tickled, but aside from a twitch in her thigh, nothing happened.
"Very good Lisa. See how good it feels to be so relaxed," I said as I slowly lowered her foot onto my lap and lifted the other. I continued the massage and the slow dialog with her right foot, then her ankle and finally her calf. I could see her back was even relaxing as the tension in her feet went away.
"Now Lisa, I don't want you to fall asleep," I said as I lowered her other foot onto my lap. This seemed to jar her a bit, as I saw some tension return to her back. But her feet didn't even twitch.
"Lisa, imagine that you are floating in the ocean. Like when we went snorkeling last spring break. The water is supporting your weight and you can feel the warm sun on your back, relaxing every muscle."
My hands were now working on her lower thighs. I was digging the length of my thumbs and the heel of my hands into the tight muscles. I would lift her calf gently to relax the muscle and rub the tension away. All the while the dialog was continuing.
"Your thighs are now relaxing. Wherever my fingers touch the tension disappears. My fingers feel like the gentle waves and the sun's heat. The heat penetrating into the muscles pulling away the tension."
The next real hurdle was quickly approaching as my hands continued upward. She is very ticklish on her inner thigh, especially when I get close to her sex. I usually have to avoid the area altogether or risk starting over. My hands continued upward, feeling the muscles relaxing as I moved. I could also see a faint spot of moisture developing on her panties. So far so good.
"Lisa, are you still awake?"
"Yes..." I heard her faintly say, from very far away.
"You aren't ticklish any more are you? You are way too relaxed to be ticklish."
"Yes..."
"As I continue upward, the tension will drain away." I gulped briefly before continuing, "As the tension drains away, you will become more aroused. You are so relaxed that the gentle touches will cause arousal instead of tension. You can't be tickled when you are so aroused, right Lisa?"
"Right..."
My hands were by now massing her inner thigh mere inches from her dampening panties. Normally she would be thrashing uncontrollably if I did this. Experiment completed, I continued the massage down the front of her legs. Reaching under her to massage her quads.
"You legs are so relaxed that you can't move them anymore. You can still feel my hands and the heat from my body, but it only causes you to relax further and further. Right Lisa?"
"Yes..."
I raised her legs enough to slide out from under her. I repositioned so I was kneeling over her, one leg on either side of her bottom. It took a supreme effort to keep my now erect penis front resting on her bottom.
I placed my thumbs on either side of her spine, right above her bottom. I started working them in a circular motion, pushing the stress out away from her spine.
"Lisa, continue relaxing as my hands move higher. Remember that when my hands massage a muscle, you can no longer seem to move it. Your legs are already floating far away, and now your back is floating away."
With my thumbs near her spine, my fingers snaked out to the sides, massaging the sides of her waist. I would move my hands over her smooth waist, wrapping my fingers under her and rubbing her belly. I always loved her belly, and took the time to rub it in appreciation. My thumbs trailing down her sides as I did so. I only realized later that this would normally reduce her to a pile of giggles.
I repositioned myself so I was basically sitting on her bottom. I let my erection lie along her back, a small drop of precum landing on her spine.
"Can you feel how hard I am? Seeing how well you respond to my touch. Can you feel the heat of my cock against you?"
"Yes!..." she replied. A little stronger, but still very far away.
I reached down on either side and started massaging her hands. By this point she was so conditioning that a mere touch turned her tension into jelly. But I still meticulously worked each area of the hand. The thumb's heel, the flesh between the thumb and other fingers, the fingers themselves, all quickly fell victim to my massage.
As I worked either hand, I rubbed the tip of my erection up and down on her spine. Making a slick patch with the precum. I bent over her so my body was inches above hers and started whispering my relaxing phrases right in her ear.
"Can you feel me against you? Can you feel my hand cock against you. It almost feels like I am inside of you, doesn't it? Pushing into you while you lie there utterly relaxed."
"Mmmmm..."
My hands were moving up her arms as I whispered in her ear, "Relax... Feel me against you, as if inside of you."
"Can you feel me inside of you," I said while sliding myself along her back.
"Yes... please..."
My hands were working on her upper back and her shoulders. The massage was getting less thorough but having a stronger effect. I started sucking on her earlobe between whispers of "Relax" and "deep inside of you."
I moved my hands under her chest, palming her breasts. "Can you feel me deep inside of you? Deeper than I've ever been before?"
"Yes... deep..."
I pinched her nipples between my fingers and rubbed myself in earnest against her back. I started feeling her buttocks squeezing.
"You bad girl, your cute little bottom isn't relaxed!"
"No please... please let me..."
I slide my hands down her body, sliding them along underneath her. I sat up enough to get my hands under her hips. I allowed my fingers to dip briefly under the front of her panties, barely touching her pubic hair. I then brought my hands around and starting rubbing her bottom.
"Nggghhh..." she muttered as her buttocks stopped clenching. "Please!"
"Shhhh... Relax..." I murmured, lying back on top of her. My fingers and hands slid back under her chest.
"Feel all the week's tension draining away. It is building up in your pussy, and when I thrust into you it will all be released. All the tension will be drained away as your pussy clamps down around me and you come for me."
"Yes, please... hurry..."
"If I hurry it won't all go away. You have to trust me, and relax."
"No... hurry..." she said. I saw her face start scrunching up in concentration.
I pulled my hands from massaging her breasts. Usually they are extremely sensitive, but with how relaxed she was her nipples wouldn't even stay erect. I laid my weight on her, allowing me to bring my hands up to stroke her neck and face. I massaged her temples and started whispering, "As my fingers massage, all the thought muscles are relaxing. All you can do is move the tension down to your pussy. Waiting for me to thrust deep into you and release all your tension."
After a few moments her face started relaxing. She looked more and more like the angel I had fallen in love with as the tension melted from her face.
"Are you ready, my love?" I whispered into her ear.
"Yes..."
She was so relaxed, it almost seemed like she had stopped breathing. I slide down her body to align myself for the thrust, kissing her neck gently as I did so. I realized that she was mine to do with as I pleased. But somehow it felt wrong to take advantage of her while she was under my massage spell. So I left her panties in and whispered, "are you ready?"
"Yes..."
As soon as she said it, I thrust my hips against hers, my painfully erect cock trapped between her bottom and my stomach. I even grabbed her hips for effect pulling her against me.
Her eyes shot open and she pulled in a huge breathe. I could feel a single wave of tension shoot through her body before she went incredibly limp. I could feel her sex twitching against me, the only muscle in her that could still move. Her breathing was ragged, and while her eyes were open she couldn't focus. I pulled her harder against me, as if I were really plunged deep inside of her shooting my seed into her.
Her breathing finally started slowing down, and her eyes drooped closed. A slight smile started to show on her face.
"I'm going to pull out now. As I do you will start getting control of your body back. But you will still remain very relaxed." I pulled my hips back and she inhaled sharply, something she does when I pull out after a particularly hard orgasm. A few staccato breaths and she was back to her relaxed even breathing.
I rolled over to lie on my back next to her. Feeling as exhausted as if I had been making love to her the entire time.
"Lisa?"
"Yes...?"
"Time for you to go to sleep."
"Yes..."
I quickly fell asleep as well.
* * *
I woke up to a pitch black room and felt Lisa on top of me. More importantly, I was buried deep inside of her and she was rocking her hips slowly. I was buried deep inside her and she was on fire, and wetter than she had ever been. Her long hair flowed loosely against my chest and I could hear her panting slightly.
Somehow she could tell I was awake because she said, "That massage was amazing." She rode for a few more seconds before continuing, "But it felt incredibly weird to orgasm like that with nothing inside of me."
She continued rocking and started bouncing slightly. Her breath was coming faster as she leaned down. She trailed her very erect nipples through my chest hair before whispering, "I woke up and realized what your had..."
She broke off as I felt a convulsion around my cock. A line of hot fluid trickled down my balls and I could feel it cooling rapidly. During the slight convulsion she had lost her rhythm. She paused a moment and continued, harder than before.
She grabbed my earlobe in her teeth, flicking her tongue against it before releasing it to say, "... realized you had tricked me."
Her hands found my chest and she started digging her nails into me. "Just come... talk... morning..."
She was riding me very hard now... I grabbed her hips and started my own thrusting. Soon we had a rhythm that would send me over the edge in no time. I grabbed her hard and thrust deep into her. My hold body tensed as I finally shot into her. I could feel her shuddering on top of, and around me.
Panting heavily she laid down on top of me. One of us would twitch, causing a matching reaction in the other. Gradually the twitching stopped altogether and we were both breathing relatively normally.
I could start to make out some things in the near total darkness. I could see that she had her lower lip clenched in her teeth. She was sitting up now with her hands on my chest. I heard a sharp intake of breath as she pulled herself off me.
She rolled to the side and d****d herself across me before whispering, "Now you can go to sleep."
And we did.
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Our Girls SideBySide dressed and naked
Here is an exemple of women from occ put side by side. If u like the idea just do it yourself or send pics of your wife and ill put them side by side.
This thread is not ment to be any kind of competition, but to admire them togther.
U guess witch of the occ girls they are?
:)
This thread is not ment to be any kind of competition, but to admire them togther.
U guess witch of the occ girls they are?
:)
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The Blue Octopus
A first-person story I've written a while back, about a woman having an interesting experience during her trip to Thailand. It gets a bit freaky, but some might like it. I've written a few more stories, though most wouldn't fit within this forum's rules (All involve 18+ characters, but some involve family-related developments, while others those of four-legged kind).
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I was on a business trip to Thailand, due to a request of meeting face-to-face from one of our company's potential clients. I work for a company in the U.S. that I shall leave unnamed, and I was there to ensure his demands were met, and the contract signed. After much laborious talks the deal was signed, which meant my job there was done, and I could head home. However, instead of getting the next flight out, I opted for the one leaving early next morning, so I could take the rest of the day I had left and enjoy the city and what it had to offer, something I didn't have much chance to do during the previous couple of days that I've spent here.
I took a barefoot stroll along the sandy Nai Yang beach, and watched the sun set over the sea, before I headed elsewhere. I found my way to one of the nearby restaurants, and seated myself. Since I wasn't the biggest fan of seafood, I decided for Chicken Massan Curry. It was very tasty, and not particularly spicy for a curry, something I had no objection against. After the dinner I walked around and found myself at Bangla Road; there were surprisingly a lot of people for that time of day. I ended up in one of the bars having a drink or two and watching a group of gorgeous, what turned out to be ladyboys, perform, then cheered and clapped along with the smitten locals once the show was done.
Thailand was a wonderful place to visit, the locals were friendly, the sights amazing, and the entertainment surprisingly fun. I only wished I could have stayed a bit longer. It was 11 o'clock when I headed back to the hotel, which meant there was enough time for me to catch some sleep and wake up for the 6 am flight the following morning. I was walking along an empty street, and as I passed by an alleyway, I happened to look towards it and catch a glimpse of something unexpected. With another step, it was gone.
"Could that be...?" I wondered as I came to a stop, though I knew it was more likely I saw something else, or had a drink too many. I took a step back and another, until I was almost standing at the corner of the building, and that's when I saw it again - a flashing sign of a blue octopus above a storefront, on the street across the dark alleyway. I made my way around the block, and smiled when I finally stood in front of the building; there was no doubt about it - it was The Blue Octopus!
Now, you may wonder what could a place, in a town where I've never been before, have to do with me? But my connection with The Blue Octopus goes all the way back to my college days.
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Rachel and me were in our dorm room, on our beds, and our friend Natalie was with us. We've had a bit to drink, and we were considering ordering some Chinese food.
"The Blue Octopus," Natalie said.
"Ugh, that sounds gross," Rachel said. "What does it taste like?"
Natalie giggled. "It's not a dish," she said, "but talking about Chinese food made me remember. It's a massage parlor I've been to a while back."
"Eww, really? What kind of a person names their massage parlor 'The Blue Octopus'? It sounds like a place you'd go to if you wanted to get groped a lot," Rachel said, and I laughed.
She looked at Rachel, then at me. "You can laugh all you want," she said, "but it was, hands down, the best massage of my life. It was literally out of this world."
"You're serious?" I said in disbelief.
"She's not," Rachel said. "There's no way a place like that could even have a qualified masseuse, much less one that could give you a massage that good."
"Then why don't you come with me next time?" Natalie asked.
"I'd rather skip all the fondling and the groping, thank you," Rachel said.
"Suit yourself. Molly?" Natalie said as she looked at me.
"Umm, sure," I responded, "as long there's no groping or fondling going on."
"Oh, shush," Natalie said. "How about next week?"
"That sounds good," I said, and we left it at that.
When the weekend came, we took the bus to get all the way across town, then walked on foot through several streets and alleys, before we got to the part of the town that was recently rebuilt. We walked around for a minute, before I asked, "Where is it?"
We came to a stop in front of an empty building, and Natalie looked around. "It was here," she said, then shrugged. "I guess they moved."
I probably wouldn't have thought about it again, if the same thing didn't happen several months later, back in my hometown. One of my childhood friends brought it up, how she heard about it, and wanted us to go together since we haven't seen each other in months, and I agreed. Yet, when we arrived at the address, the place was empty. She was confused just as much as me - she claimed she heard about it two days back, and even had a coupon. Places usually don't disappear overnight, do they? Well, c' est la vie I thought, and we went elsewhere. The last time was several years back. It was my friend's birthday, and another friend of hers decided to surprise her with a trip to The Blue Octopus, the wonderful massage parlor she heard about. We came with her, only to end up spending 10 minutes in front of an empty building. It was baffling, and at times it felt like someone was playing a joke on me that was years in the making - I was expecting someone to jump out, laugh, and say, "I've got you! The Blue Octopus doesn't exist; did you really think someone would name their massage parlor like that?"
But that didn't happen. It piqued my interest enough for me to decide and find out more about it as soon I had a chance. However, for the time being, we went to a nearby spa and had a good time - especially the birthday girl. Once I got home that night, I looked up The Blue Octopus on the Internet; the best possible tool for the task.
Yet... nada, zilch, or simply said, nothing. What little information I have managed to find, wasn't particularly helpful. But, there was this one person, a woman that reviewed it on her blog, 'spoiler free' as she wrote, whatever that meant. She claimed it was a magical, once in a lifetime experience that everyone should get to experience. She gave it 10 stars, and described it as fulfilling in every possible way. I was naturally skeptical, especially since it was some kind of a paranormal blog, but I contracted her through her email address, and asked her to tell me more about it and how I could find it - as well as mentioning that every time I heard about it, and went to its address, the place was gone. She responded eventually. This was her response:
"Dear Molly, I'm saddened to hear about your experiences with The Blue Octopus (or lack thereof) so far. However, I'm not surprised. The key factor when looking for The Blue Octopus is to keep your mind open, since an average, prejudiced person would surely run out screaming (or crawling, depending on the person). People tend to be scared of the unknown and unfamiliar, and while it's a natural response, it's also counterproductive. But, as long you keep an open mind, I'm sure you'll find it - or shall I say, it will let you find it (laugh).
Best regards,
Alice."
Yes. And if you tap your foot three times by the tree behind your house, a secret passage will open up, leading to a room full of treasure! I must have read her reply a dozen times. I'm not sure what I was expecting, to be honest; perhaps some info about it, someone I could call, or something along those lines, but I would have settled for something that at least made sense. I kept looking for The Blue Octopus for a while after, but ultimately I gave up and it became a weird, distant memory.
Until now.
There was light inside, and it appeared to be open. I opened the door and--
It was nothing like I expected it to be. As soon I entered, a wave of hot air hit me in the face, followed by some weird kind of smell. I couldn't tell what it was. The floor looked like it hadn't been cleaned in days, and blue paint was peeling off the walls. I realized I may have rushed to the conclusion; was it really The Blue Octopus? Was it even a massage parlor? Next to the flashing sign of a blue octopus, there was an inscription I couldn't understand, so all I was going off was a sign - which might have been foolish. I took a few steps forward, then approached the desk to the right, behind which an older Asian lady was sitting. Her feet were up on the desk, and she was watching TV that was placed on the far right side of the desk.
It didn't appear she had noticed me, so I cleared my throat, and said, "Hi. Is this The Blue Octopus massage parlor? If so, I'd like to get a massage, if at all possible."
She looked at me, and said, "Yes."
I blinked in confusion. Then it occurred to me that I was, after all, in a foreign country, and that perhaps she didn't understand English very well.
"Full massage, please?" I said, trying to use the words she was most likely familiar with, rather than those she probably couldn't understand.
She took her feet off the desk, and smiled. "Ahh, customer! Yes, yes! 20 dollars!"
Well, okay. I took 20 bucks out of my purse, and handed it to her. She walked me to the hallway, and pointed me to the second door to the right, and gestured me to knock. I walked up to the door, and after brief hesitation, knocked. I heard someone answer, though I didn't understand what they said. I assumed it meant 'enter', so that's what I did. As I walked in, I couldn't help but notice how much cooler and cleaner the room was than the rest of this place, although the weird smell was still present. A young Asian woman stood by the massage table, and smiled.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I thought the customer was Thai. Welcome," she said.
"Thank you," I replied as I closed the door behind me.
"What is your name?" she said.
"Molly," I said. "Yours?"
"Sarai," she responded. "Please disrobe, and if possible, be patient with me. This is my first time."
I smiled and nodded. Well, now I was sure. This wasn't The Blue Octopus. The sign may be there - one which The Blue Octopus may, or may not have had - but it certainly wasn't that place. Inexperienced masseuse, warm and dirty place - the front anyway - and the weird, yet not particularly unpleasant smell, it was all far off from what I've heard about it. But, that was okay. Whether I found it some day or not, it didn't matter, though for a moment it was fun to think it might have been that place. The masseuse turned around to give me some privacy, I disrobed, and laid face-down on the table, with just a towel covering my butt. She started the massage from my shoulders, down to my back, and along my spine.
I was surprised. Her massage skills were good, and the touch of her soft, slippery hands was not only pleasant, but also relaxing. As she made her way down my body, I found myself constantly drifting between nearly falling asleep and being awake; a touch to my sensitive spots, such as my inner thighs or under my knees, was enough to send a small shiver through my body and keep me awake, but those touches never seemed to last. Even when her hands started drifting towards where they normally shouldn't have, I said nothing. Her touch was enjoyable, and if she happened to see a little too much while she massaged me right underneath my buttocks, well, I could live with that. After all, once I left Thailand I would probably never see her again.
It was almost like she could sense that, or hear what I was thinking, because her hands slid upwards and cupped my butt, before she started massaging it. It was at that point I realized the towel was gone; when did she pull it off? Not only that, but it became apparent my legs were more than slightly spread - she must have spread them while massaging me - and since I was shaved bald down there, I could imagine what kind of view she was having. My cheeks turned a soft shade of red, while I tried to act as if it was just an ordinary massage, as if she wasn't massaging, squeezing, and spreading my butt cheeks time and time again, only stopping to add more oil, before continuing again. Worse yet, my body was beginning to respond to her touch, and I knew she could see it.
Her hands slid down, and her thumbs rested on my labia, before she spread it apart to get a better view inside. "Your pussy is really pretty. It has the loveliest color of pink that I've seen."
I said nothing, as my cheeks burned with shame. What was I to say? Thank you? Her strange, yet nice compliment surely merited that, as inappropriate as it was, but I couldn't bring myself to utter those words, and I wasn't sure how good of an idea it would have been anyway. "Should I tell her employer about it?" I wondered, before remembering it was her first time. "Well, I should probably just let it go." I would have felt terrible if she got fired over it, especially since it was my fault as much as hers, since I let her get this far.
Her hands found their way to my butt again, and I waited for her to tell me to turn around, before she was surely going to give my front a much more thorough massage... something I was oddly excited about. But that didn't happen. Instead, with my butt cheeks spread, her thumbs drifted inwards from each side, before one of them brushed across my butthole, and brought a gasp from me. My back tensed, and my sphincter tightened; she giggled. Juices trickled down my labia and onto the table, as I realized what kind of place it really was. It was that kind of a massage parlor, the one where the massage is just an inconsequential part that leads to other, more pleasurable acts. And Sarai, the 'masseuse', was testing whether I wanted her to go further, or not.
As I deliberated what to do, I noticed her right hand was no longer on my butt; right then, I felt a finger at the top of my labia, before she slid it back towards my butt. Once at the bottom of my labia, she repeated the motion in the other direction, and I could have swore my labia spread in front of her finger just like a flower starting to bloom, coating it with my juices in the process.
"Someone likes the attention," she said, as I stifled a moan when her finger reached my clit.
I detected a note of amusement in her voice, and I felt so ashamed. Was it so obvious I was enjoying her teasing, and her attention? I realized the question was dumb the instant I thought it, since I had been dripping like some kind of a b*tch in heat on the table, but--
A single moan escaped my lips as she gave my clit a rub, before she slid her finger all the way back. I know. Rationally speaking, I should have said no - or some other sort of negatory response that would mean 'don't go any further', but honestly, all rationality had left me a long time ago.
She placed a second finger next to the first, and slid them along the moist cleft of my nether lips, then all the way up to my clit. Meanwhile, her thumb from her other hand moved down and started gently massaging my puckered asshole, then pressed into it, hard enough for my sphincter to resist, but not enough to get inside. I spread my legs in front of her, hoping she would get the hint and finally push her fingers inside me, but whether she didn't get it, or simply enjoyed teasing me, I wasn't sure. The fact that I was offering myself to almost a complete stranger only served to arouse me even more.
I whined softly as she left her fingers nestled between my wet, puffy lips, and gently toyed with my clit, while she held my left ass cheek with her other hand, and her thumb played with my butthole. It felt so good! Yet, I wanted to cry out in frustration; I wanted more! Couldn't she see that? At times it felt like she was torturing me purposefully, trying to see how far I'd go, and whether I'd ask her to slide them in me, or even beg. But I bit my tongue and resisted. She swapped her thumb to a thinner, possibly index finger, then pushed firmly against my sphincter, until it gave in and her finger popped inside, causing my butt to tense. I wasn't big on anal, and at moments it felt like she knew that; as if she wanted to make me love it, and show me that I'd do anything as long I got to get off. I was afraid she was right. My breathing was short and ragged, and my heart was racing. I felt like a mess.
Her third hand slid along my thigh, and up over my butt. It stayed there for a moment, as her index finger went deeper, bringing a gasp from my lips. That's when reality came knocking on my door: Humans don't have three hands. My eyes shot wide open, and as I looked back over my left shoulder, my first thought was that I ended up in a massage parlor full of ladyboys, but the truth turned out to be much more weird.
"What the hell is that?" I cried out as I stared at the blue-ish, almost see-through, tentacle-looking kind of thing that was resting on my butt.
She smiled and titled her head to the left. "It's just my tentacle. See?"
Her tentacle slithered up my back like a snake, and came to rest in the middle of my back. Some kind of 'slime' constantly dripped from its length, leaving a goo-ish, grey trail wherever it went. I could feel warmth radiating from it, as it was considerably hotter than my own body. At that moment I realized most people would have freaked, and ran out screaming, yet I merely stared at it in confusion and shock, being in a state of horniness that left me unable to properly react. As I looked at her smile, I found it oddly reassuring.
"Was I not supposed to freak out about this?" I wondered, as she pulled out her finger from deep within my butthole, while the tentacle slithered down my back, and towards my butt. "She couldn't... she wouldn't!" I thought as I watched it slide between my ass cheeks, then stopped near my butthole, before it pushed down, testing the increasingly feeble resistance of my sphincter. To make the matters worse, she abandoned my clit - possibly the only thing that was keeping me calm - then grabbed both of my cheeks with her hands and spread them wide apart, in effort to gain entrance with her tentacle. After some steady pressure, my sphincter gave in and I gasped in horror as I felt the slimy tentacle slithering through my butthole, and into my rectum.
"Oh God... I'm not ready for this kind of close encounter!" I cried out. She saw the panicked look on my face, then let go off my left cheek and reached down with her hand between my legs. With two of her fingers she teased apart my pussy lips, then bent them and pushed them into my wet, dripping, attention-deprived pussy.
I moaned in pleasure. I laid down, as if I wasn't aware of what it meant, or what was about to happen - the tentacle pushed deeper, and I let it. With every thought of fighting, her fingers went deeper into my hole, giving me pleasure that I so desperately yearned for. I couldn't fight her. I didn't have the strength, nor desire. She pulled her fingers out, then plunged them back in to the last knuckle. It felt so good. All my defenses were shattered, my resistance - if there was any - gone, and I was hers to do with as she pleased. And she knew.
Two more tentacles appeared, sliding down the side of my butt, then made a forty-five degree turn to face each other, and slid forward. Once both reached the middle, they made an upward turn and started wrapping themselves around my thighs, right underneath my buttocks, going in circles. Once they were wrapped tightly around my thighs, the tentacles stopped moving, effectively immobilising me. To someone watching this enfold it would appear as if she was doing it to prevent any and all attempts of my escape, but I could tell that wasn't the case. She was doing it to prove her complete and utter dominance over my weak self, while I was left gasping and groaning as her tentacle stretched my butthole. I wondered if she was enjoying it.
She pulled her fingers out of my pussy, then slid them down to my clit, coating it with my juices as she stroked it feverishly. Furthermore, the tentacle in my butthole stopped moving, settling deep inside me, and I wondered why. Soon, it became all too clear, as I felt the familiar warmness on my pussy lips, radiating from something that was standing near it.
My body tensed, and I should have protested. It was illogical... beyond insane, to just let myself be used like this. Everyone would at least try to fight it, no? But I couldn't. I didn't. I'm so ashamed. Instead of protesting - I raised my butt, like a good tentacle sl*t, and tried to push back until it was inside me... but the tentacle pulled away. It took several moments before I felt it slide between my labia, pushing the tip in, only to withdraw seconds later. It was 'testing the waters', and it did so again. And I just stayed. I didn't want to rush it, despite how much I wanted it, needed it inside me. Because that's what good sl*ts do.
And I was rewarded. The third time, as it sensed my warmness, responsiveness, and eager acceptance of my pussy lips which spread around it, surrounding it in a soft embrace, it pushed forward through my vaginal opening and it didn't stop. I cried out in pleasure, while my muscles tensed and relaxed, time and time again. My body was trying to reject it; at moments it felt so slimy, like a big, giant slug invading my body, but it was so slippery my muscles couldn't grasp it to prevent it from going deeper into me. As the tentacle grew in width, my legs were pulled further apart, while my juices not only coated the tentacle, but were forced out, dripping audibly on the table below me.
I wondered what would people I know think of me if they saw me right now, a thought that doesn't cross my mind often. Would they see me as a hopeful director, that would some day play a role in the big company, or... as a tentacle sl*t, that more than willingly gave up her body for the first tentacles that came along? I couldn't stop wondering, and the more I did, the louder my moaning became.
"Big company, huh?" Sarai spoke, her voice pulling me back to reality, away from pleasure, if only for a moment. "Look at you. I wish I had a camera to record this, and show it to everyone you know. Especially to employees below you," she said, and my eyes shot wide in horror that came from imagining that situation. My legs tried to close, but were unable to. The thought alone of everyone watching me like this... I'd be so mortified, ashamed, and... aroused if it were to happen. I doubt I'd be able to keep my hands from my crotch, while everyone watched on in horror and shock, gossiping amongst themselves.
"To think that idea makes you excited... tsk," she said as the tentacle inside me came to a stop, with my pussy tightly wrapped around it. It felt almost as thick as my wrist - I thanked God the one in my butthole was half as thick as that.
"Well, who am I to judge. I am fucking a rather sexy human for money. On my planet that's frowned upon."
"You... you are not from Earth?" I said.
She giggled. "I thought that was obvious. Well, less chit-chat, and more thrust-thrust," she said as she slapped my ass cheeks. My body tensed, as did my muscles around the tentacles, bringing a soft groan from my lips.
Her hands grasped both my cheeks and spread them wide, watching as her tentacles slowly slithered out until the tips were left inside, before forcing their way back in. I felt so exposed, but also grateful that she kept it slow. Over the course of a couple of minutes, the speed slowly built up, until both tentacles were sliding in and out at a relatively fast pace. With each new thrust, the squelching noises coming from my pussy grew and filled the room, while I was left panting, gripping the sides of the table with my hands.
I don't know how long it lasted, it could have been minutes or even hours, as I felt unable to tell the difference. I was in a state of immense, constant pleasure; my breathing grew shorter, and with every powerful thrust, air was being forced out of my chest.
At some point the tentacle inside my butthole pushed deep and came to a stop, while the one inside my vagina speed up even more. Sarai reached down with one of her hands and started rubbing my clit, overloading my body with pleasure. I tried to move and writhe, to escape her hand, but with her tentacles wrapped around my legs I couldn't move at all, I was stuck in place, forced to endure everything she threw at me, no matter how intense. As the tentacle pounded my pussy faster and faster, I was literally left breathless, gasping for air but unable to take it; like a fish taken out of water.
"Come," she ordered as she stopped rubbing my clit, then slapped me harshly across it. I couldn't even cry out. My toes curled, my back arched, and my pussy gushed around the tentacle as I started to orgasm. My muscles started to spasm, and it seemed like that was her plan; the tentacle inside my pussy came to a stop, and started flooding my pussy with warm come. I could feel the thickness of the tentacles inside me with every spasm, as my anus tried to close, and my vaginal muscles tried to expel it, while in fact all it did was milk it, filling me with more come. All of it served to prolong my orgasm much longer than it would normally last.
I just laid there like some kind of a drugged-out person, with my mouth open, drooling, breathless. My lungs were air-deprived; it must have been a minute since I last took a breath. Then it came to an end, both my orgasm, and hers.
"Hey. Don't die on me, Molly," she said as she slapped my ass with both hands, and it seemed enough to bring me back to reality. I gasped for much needed breath.
I laid there for a while, as I tried to get my breath back, while my eyes drifted from staring at her, to staring at the wall, and vice versa. It's then that I smelled something - something I didn't pay attention to until now. The same, weird smell from before, yet at the same time it was slightly different. It took me a moment to realize it was coming from her - or better said, her slime, that mixed with oil. My cheeks blushed softly as the smell started to arouse me once more.
Sarai laughed. "Looks like I found a regular client, huh?"
I decided not to let her get to me. The tentacle in my butthole slowly slithered out, and the one in my vagina followed suit; as the last bit came out from my vagina, I heard a wet 'plop' sound, before a lot of sperm and juices started pouring out. The tentacles around my thighs released their grip, and I felt... different. Empty in fact, as both my holes were left gaping.
I reached down with my right hand, and plunged two of my fingers into my sloppy pussy, while my thumb settled on top of my clit. I knew she was watching me, and I didn't care. Somewhere during my masturbation, I realized what made the smell different from the one before. It was poop. She had been so far up my asshole that some of it was forced out, and mixed with the rest of the smell. It was nasty; I loved it. I was already a mess; sweat, oil, slime, and come covered and dripped out of my body. Who cares about a little poop? I thrust my fingers deeper, yearning for that feeling of fullness and secretly hoping she would fuck me again. I fingered myself for another minute, before collapsing in another orgasm, though not as strong as the one before. As I laid there, panting, with my fingers still inside me, I heard her laugh.
"Thank you!" she said. "I'm already enjoying my stay here, and seeing you masturbate in front of me, in your own mess... I think I'm going to love it here. I'm glad you've enjoyed the 'massage' as much as I did. But we're well past midnight, and we should have already been closed. Do you mind leaving?"
After a moment or two I managed to turn around, then sit up. I looked down at the table, and... well, let's just say it wasn't just on the table anymore, and it was much worse than I expected. As I stood up on my shaky legs, I felt sperm and slime drip down my body, through the former was a lot more runny than the latter. I dressed myself, deciding not to ask for the shower, then picked up my purse and headed for the door. As I reached for the door, I realized I was being rude, trying to leave like that without saying a word. More so, would she be getting any kind of money from the massage? I reached into the purse, and turned around, then walked up to her. I handed her a hundred-dollar bill, and as we stood, face to face, I blurted out, "Welcome to Earth!"
I hurried out of the room before I heard her response, with my cheeks blushing bright red. It was so unlike me to struggle with words, yet after the night I had...
I found my way to the hotel, still not feeling quite like myself. It's amazing I even made it there, because half of the time I wasn't even watching where I was going - I was in some sort of a daze, and as I replayed some of the events in my mind, I found that at times I even had to remind myself to breathe.
"Well, all is well that ends well," I thought as I drew myself a bath, and disrobed. But as I climbed into the tub, I realized something was changed. I had changed. I slid my right hand down my body, to my crotch, and my fingers found their way to my sore slit; but I couldn't help myself. I plunged two fingers into my pussy, and masturbated as I contemplated calling Natalie to tell her I've found it... or even quiting my job, and staying here. "I could work as the desk lady - I'm sure they could use someone that speaks English," I thought. But those were just sweet thoughts, nothing more. I didn't speak Thai, and I didn't want to quit my job to become an alien-sl*t.
After several orgasms, I stopped abusing my pussy and my clit any further, and just laid there. I felt a little ashamed of the things I thought about me, and people I imagined seeing me like that... but if loving every second of it made me into a 'sl*t', well, it's something I could live with. I considered going back, and after short deliberation, I decided to do exactly that. I finished my bath, dressed in new set of clothes, and walked there, though I wasn't exactly sure where I even found it to begin with; I didn't pay attention to the street, or anything. I feared that when I got to the place, it wouldn't be there anymore. That's usually what happens, doesn't it? Sometime during the night, I found it, and smiled. The lights were off. I knocked, but no one answered, and I realized they must have left for the night. So I waited. I missed my flight, but thankfully I managed to reschedule it since I brought my phone with me.
Around 7 am, I saw Sarai walking towards me, along with the older, front-desk lady. Sarai smiled when she saw me and stopped before me, while the front-desk lady went to open the parlor.
"Oh, hey, Molly," Sarai said. "Back for more?" she giggled.
"Hey."
After a short talk, during which I somehow ended up kissing her - don't ask, I was worn out and sleep deprived, I wasn't thinking clearly - I managed to get all their locations in the U.S., some of which were close to where I lived.
"You should think about becoming our member," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We move a lot. We can't risk getting caught, and the longer we stay in one place, the bigger the chances are someone that shouldn't will find us. Some of our technology helps recognize and repel unwanted clients, but..."
She went on to explain how, if I became a member, I'll always know where to find it as I'll be notified about new locations of The Blue Octopus over my phone. It suffices to say I became a lifetime member of The Blue Octopus. Before I left for my flight, to my surprise she gave me a kiss and a smile, promising to probe me again one day. I shuddered at the thought. I couldn't wait.
Several years later, after going through several masseuses, each of which taught me something new and stretched the limits I didn't even know I had, I saw Sarai again... and this time, I had her screaming in pleasure and gasping for air. It only felt fair.
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I was on a business trip to Thailand, due to a request of meeting face-to-face from one of our company's potential clients. I work for a company in the U.S. that I shall leave unnamed, and I was there to ensure his demands were met, and the contract signed. After much laborious talks the deal was signed, which meant my job there was done, and I could head home. However, instead of getting the next flight out, I opted for the one leaving early next morning, so I could take the rest of the day I had left and enjoy the city and what it had to offer, something I didn't have much chance to do during the previous couple of days that I've spent here.
I took a barefoot stroll along the sandy Nai Yang beach, and watched the sun set over the sea, before I headed elsewhere. I found my way to one of the nearby restaurants, and seated myself. Since I wasn't the biggest fan of seafood, I decided for Chicken Massan Curry. It was very tasty, and not particularly spicy for a curry, something I had no objection against. After the dinner I walked around and found myself at Bangla Road; there were surprisingly a lot of people for that time of day. I ended up in one of the bars having a drink or two and watching a group of gorgeous, what turned out to be ladyboys, perform, then cheered and clapped along with the smitten locals once the show was done.
Thailand was a wonderful place to visit, the locals were friendly, the sights amazing, and the entertainment surprisingly fun. I only wished I could have stayed a bit longer. It was 11 o'clock when I headed back to the hotel, which meant there was enough time for me to catch some sleep and wake up for the 6 am flight the following morning. I was walking along an empty street, and as I passed by an alleyway, I happened to look towards it and catch a glimpse of something unexpected. With another step, it was gone.
"Could that be...?" I wondered as I came to a stop, though I knew it was more likely I saw something else, or had a drink too many. I took a step back and another, until I was almost standing at the corner of the building, and that's when I saw it again - a flashing sign of a blue octopus above a storefront, on the street across the dark alleyway. I made my way around the block, and smiled when I finally stood in front of the building; there was no doubt about it - it was The Blue Octopus!
Now, you may wonder what could a place, in a town where I've never been before, have to do with me? But my connection with The Blue Octopus goes all the way back to my college days.
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Rachel and me were in our dorm room, on our beds, and our friend Natalie was with us. We've had a bit to drink, and we were considering ordering some Chinese food.
"The Blue Octopus," Natalie said.
"Ugh, that sounds gross," Rachel said. "What does it taste like?"
Natalie giggled. "It's not a dish," she said, "but talking about Chinese food made me remember. It's a massage parlor I've been to a while back."
"Eww, really? What kind of a person names their massage parlor 'The Blue Octopus'? It sounds like a place you'd go to if you wanted to get groped a lot," Rachel said, and I laughed.
She looked at Rachel, then at me. "You can laugh all you want," she said, "but it was, hands down, the best massage of my life. It was literally out of this world."
"You're serious?" I said in disbelief.
"She's not," Rachel said. "There's no way a place like that could even have a qualified masseuse, much less one that could give you a massage that good."
"Then why don't you come with me next time?" Natalie asked.
"I'd rather skip all the fondling and the groping, thank you," Rachel said.
"Suit yourself. Molly?" Natalie said as she looked at me.
"Umm, sure," I responded, "as long there's no groping or fondling going on."
"Oh, shush," Natalie said. "How about next week?"
"That sounds good," I said, and we left it at that.
When the weekend came, we took the bus to get all the way across town, then walked on foot through several streets and alleys, before we got to the part of the town that was recently rebuilt. We walked around for a minute, before I asked, "Where is it?"
We came to a stop in front of an empty building, and Natalie looked around. "It was here," she said, then shrugged. "I guess they moved."
I probably wouldn't have thought about it again, if the same thing didn't happen several months later, back in my hometown. One of my childhood friends brought it up, how she heard about it, and wanted us to go together since we haven't seen each other in months, and I agreed. Yet, when we arrived at the address, the place was empty. She was confused just as much as me - she claimed she heard about it two days back, and even had a coupon. Places usually don't disappear overnight, do they? Well, c' est la vie I thought, and we went elsewhere. The last time was several years back. It was my friend's birthday, and another friend of hers decided to surprise her with a trip to The Blue Octopus, the wonderful massage parlor she heard about. We came with her, only to end up spending 10 minutes in front of an empty building. It was baffling, and at times it felt like someone was playing a joke on me that was years in the making - I was expecting someone to jump out, laugh, and say, "I've got you! The Blue Octopus doesn't exist; did you really think someone would name their massage parlor like that?"
But that didn't happen. It piqued my interest enough for me to decide and find out more about it as soon I had a chance. However, for the time being, we went to a nearby spa and had a good time - especially the birthday girl. Once I got home that night, I looked up The Blue Octopus on the Internet; the best possible tool for the task.
Yet... nada, zilch, or simply said, nothing. What little information I have managed to find, wasn't particularly helpful. But, there was this one person, a woman that reviewed it on her blog, 'spoiler free' as she wrote, whatever that meant. She claimed it was a magical, once in a lifetime experience that everyone should get to experience. She gave it 10 stars, and described it as fulfilling in every possible way. I was naturally skeptical, especially since it was some kind of a paranormal blog, but I contracted her through her email address, and asked her to tell me more about it and how I could find it - as well as mentioning that every time I heard about it, and went to its address, the place was gone. She responded eventually. This was her response:
"Dear Molly, I'm saddened to hear about your experiences with The Blue Octopus (or lack thereof) so far. However, I'm not surprised. The key factor when looking for The Blue Octopus is to keep your mind open, since an average, prejudiced person would surely run out screaming (or crawling, depending on the person). People tend to be scared of the unknown and unfamiliar, and while it's a natural response, it's also counterproductive. But, as long you keep an open mind, I'm sure you'll find it - or shall I say, it will let you find it (laugh).
Best regards,
Alice."
Yes. And if you tap your foot three times by the tree behind your house, a secret passage will open up, leading to a room full of treasure! I must have read her reply a dozen times. I'm not sure what I was expecting, to be honest; perhaps some info about it, someone I could call, or something along those lines, but I would have settled for something that at least made sense. I kept looking for The Blue Octopus for a while after, but ultimately I gave up and it became a weird, distant memory.
Until now.
There was light inside, and it appeared to be open. I opened the door and--
It was nothing like I expected it to be. As soon I entered, a wave of hot air hit me in the face, followed by some weird kind of smell. I couldn't tell what it was. The floor looked like it hadn't been cleaned in days, and blue paint was peeling off the walls. I realized I may have rushed to the conclusion; was it really The Blue Octopus? Was it even a massage parlor? Next to the flashing sign of a blue octopus, there was an inscription I couldn't understand, so all I was going off was a sign - which might have been foolish. I took a few steps forward, then approached the desk to the right, behind which an older Asian lady was sitting. Her feet were up on the desk, and she was watching TV that was placed on the far right side of the desk.
It didn't appear she had noticed me, so I cleared my throat, and said, "Hi. Is this The Blue Octopus massage parlor? If so, I'd like to get a massage, if at all possible."
She looked at me, and said, "Yes."
I blinked in confusion. Then it occurred to me that I was, after all, in a foreign country, and that perhaps she didn't understand English very well.
"Full massage, please?" I said, trying to use the words she was most likely familiar with, rather than those she probably couldn't understand.
She took her feet off the desk, and smiled. "Ahh, customer! Yes, yes! 20 dollars!"
Well, okay. I took 20 bucks out of my purse, and handed it to her. She walked me to the hallway, and pointed me to the second door to the right, and gestured me to knock. I walked up to the door, and after brief hesitation, knocked. I heard someone answer, though I didn't understand what they said. I assumed it meant 'enter', so that's what I did. As I walked in, I couldn't help but notice how much cooler and cleaner the room was than the rest of this place, although the weird smell was still present. A young Asian woman stood by the massage table, and smiled.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I thought the customer was Thai. Welcome," she said.
"Thank you," I replied as I closed the door behind me.
"What is your name?" she said.
"Molly," I said. "Yours?"
"Sarai," she responded. "Please disrobe, and if possible, be patient with me. This is my first time."
I smiled and nodded. Well, now I was sure. This wasn't The Blue Octopus. The sign may be there - one which The Blue Octopus may, or may not have had - but it certainly wasn't that place. Inexperienced masseuse, warm and dirty place - the front anyway - and the weird, yet not particularly unpleasant smell, it was all far off from what I've heard about it. But, that was okay. Whether I found it some day or not, it didn't matter, though for a moment it was fun to think it might have been that place. The masseuse turned around to give me some privacy, I disrobed, and laid face-down on the table, with just a towel covering my butt. She started the massage from my shoulders, down to my back, and along my spine.
I was surprised. Her massage skills were good, and the touch of her soft, slippery hands was not only pleasant, but also relaxing. As she made her way down my body, I found myself constantly drifting between nearly falling asleep and being awake; a touch to my sensitive spots, such as my inner thighs or under my knees, was enough to send a small shiver through my body and keep me awake, but those touches never seemed to last. Even when her hands started drifting towards where they normally shouldn't have, I said nothing. Her touch was enjoyable, and if she happened to see a little too much while she massaged me right underneath my buttocks, well, I could live with that. After all, once I left Thailand I would probably never see her again.
It was almost like she could sense that, or hear what I was thinking, because her hands slid upwards and cupped my butt, before she started massaging it. It was at that point I realized the towel was gone; when did she pull it off? Not only that, but it became apparent my legs were more than slightly spread - she must have spread them while massaging me - and since I was shaved bald down there, I could imagine what kind of view she was having. My cheeks turned a soft shade of red, while I tried to act as if it was just an ordinary massage, as if she wasn't massaging, squeezing, and spreading my butt cheeks time and time again, only stopping to add more oil, before continuing again. Worse yet, my body was beginning to respond to her touch, and I knew she could see it.
Her hands slid down, and her thumbs rested on my labia, before she spread it apart to get a better view inside. "Your pussy is really pretty. It has the loveliest color of pink that I've seen."
I said nothing, as my cheeks burned with shame. What was I to say? Thank you? Her strange, yet nice compliment surely merited that, as inappropriate as it was, but I couldn't bring myself to utter those words, and I wasn't sure how good of an idea it would have been anyway. "Should I tell her employer about it?" I wondered, before remembering it was her first time. "Well, I should probably just let it go." I would have felt terrible if she got fired over it, especially since it was my fault as much as hers, since I let her get this far.
Her hands found their way to my butt again, and I waited for her to tell me to turn around, before she was surely going to give my front a much more thorough massage... something I was oddly excited about. But that didn't happen. Instead, with my butt cheeks spread, her thumbs drifted inwards from each side, before one of them brushed across my butthole, and brought a gasp from me. My back tensed, and my sphincter tightened; she giggled. Juices trickled down my labia and onto the table, as I realized what kind of place it really was. It was that kind of a massage parlor, the one where the massage is just an inconsequential part that leads to other, more pleasurable acts. And Sarai, the 'masseuse', was testing whether I wanted her to go further, or not.
As I deliberated what to do, I noticed her right hand was no longer on my butt; right then, I felt a finger at the top of my labia, before she slid it back towards my butt. Once at the bottom of my labia, she repeated the motion in the other direction, and I could have swore my labia spread in front of her finger just like a flower starting to bloom, coating it with my juices in the process.
"Someone likes the attention," she said, as I stifled a moan when her finger reached my clit.
I detected a note of amusement in her voice, and I felt so ashamed. Was it so obvious I was enjoying her teasing, and her attention? I realized the question was dumb the instant I thought it, since I had been dripping like some kind of a b*tch in heat on the table, but--
A single moan escaped my lips as she gave my clit a rub, before she slid her finger all the way back. I know. Rationally speaking, I should have said no - or some other sort of negatory response that would mean 'don't go any further', but honestly, all rationality had left me a long time ago.
She placed a second finger next to the first, and slid them along the moist cleft of my nether lips, then all the way up to my clit. Meanwhile, her thumb from her other hand moved down and started gently massaging my puckered asshole, then pressed into it, hard enough for my sphincter to resist, but not enough to get inside. I spread my legs in front of her, hoping she would get the hint and finally push her fingers inside me, but whether she didn't get it, or simply enjoyed teasing me, I wasn't sure. The fact that I was offering myself to almost a complete stranger only served to arouse me even more.
I whined softly as she left her fingers nestled between my wet, puffy lips, and gently toyed with my clit, while she held my left ass cheek with her other hand, and her thumb played with my butthole. It felt so good! Yet, I wanted to cry out in frustration; I wanted more! Couldn't she see that? At times it felt like she was torturing me purposefully, trying to see how far I'd go, and whether I'd ask her to slide them in me, or even beg. But I bit my tongue and resisted. She swapped her thumb to a thinner, possibly index finger, then pushed firmly against my sphincter, until it gave in and her finger popped inside, causing my butt to tense. I wasn't big on anal, and at moments it felt like she knew that; as if she wanted to make me love it, and show me that I'd do anything as long I got to get off. I was afraid she was right. My breathing was short and ragged, and my heart was racing. I felt like a mess.
Her third hand slid along my thigh, and up over my butt. It stayed there for a moment, as her index finger went deeper, bringing a gasp from my lips. That's when reality came knocking on my door: Humans don't have three hands. My eyes shot wide open, and as I looked back over my left shoulder, my first thought was that I ended up in a massage parlor full of ladyboys, but the truth turned out to be much more weird.
"What the hell is that?" I cried out as I stared at the blue-ish, almost see-through, tentacle-looking kind of thing that was resting on my butt.
She smiled and titled her head to the left. "It's just my tentacle. See?"
Her tentacle slithered up my back like a snake, and came to rest in the middle of my back. Some kind of 'slime' constantly dripped from its length, leaving a goo-ish, grey trail wherever it went. I could feel warmth radiating from it, as it was considerably hotter than my own body. At that moment I realized most people would have freaked, and ran out screaming, yet I merely stared at it in confusion and shock, being in a state of horniness that left me unable to properly react. As I looked at her smile, I found it oddly reassuring.
"Was I not supposed to freak out about this?" I wondered, as she pulled out her finger from deep within my butthole, while the tentacle slithered down my back, and towards my butt. "She couldn't... she wouldn't!" I thought as I watched it slide between my ass cheeks, then stopped near my butthole, before it pushed down, testing the increasingly feeble resistance of my sphincter. To make the matters worse, she abandoned my clit - possibly the only thing that was keeping me calm - then grabbed both of my cheeks with her hands and spread them wide apart, in effort to gain entrance with her tentacle. After some steady pressure, my sphincter gave in and I gasped in horror as I felt the slimy tentacle slithering through my butthole, and into my rectum.
"Oh God... I'm not ready for this kind of close encounter!" I cried out. She saw the panicked look on my face, then let go off my left cheek and reached down with her hand between my legs. With two of her fingers she teased apart my pussy lips, then bent them and pushed them into my wet, dripping, attention-deprived pussy.
I moaned in pleasure. I laid down, as if I wasn't aware of what it meant, or what was about to happen - the tentacle pushed deeper, and I let it. With every thought of fighting, her fingers went deeper into my hole, giving me pleasure that I so desperately yearned for. I couldn't fight her. I didn't have the strength, nor desire. She pulled her fingers out, then plunged them back in to the last knuckle. It felt so good. All my defenses were shattered, my resistance - if there was any - gone, and I was hers to do with as she pleased. And she knew.
Two more tentacles appeared, sliding down the side of my butt, then made a forty-five degree turn to face each other, and slid forward. Once both reached the middle, they made an upward turn and started wrapping themselves around my thighs, right underneath my buttocks, going in circles. Once they were wrapped tightly around my thighs, the tentacles stopped moving, effectively immobilising me. To someone watching this enfold it would appear as if she was doing it to prevent any and all attempts of my escape, but I could tell that wasn't the case. She was doing it to prove her complete and utter dominance over my weak self, while I was left gasping and groaning as her tentacle stretched my butthole. I wondered if she was enjoying it.
She pulled her fingers out of my pussy, then slid them down to my clit, coating it with my juices as she stroked it feverishly. Furthermore, the tentacle in my butthole stopped moving, settling deep inside me, and I wondered why. Soon, it became all too clear, as I felt the familiar warmness on my pussy lips, radiating from something that was standing near it.
My body tensed, and I should have protested. It was illogical... beyond insane, to just let myself be used like this. Everyone would at least try to fight it, no? But I couldn't. I didn't. I'm so ashamed. Instead of protesting - I raised my butt, like a good tentacle sl*t, and tried to push back until it was inside me... but the tentacle pulled away. It took several moments before I felt it slide between my labia, pushing the tip in, only to withdraw seconds later. It was 'testing the waters', and it did so again. And I just stayed. I didn't want to rush it, despite how much I wanted it, needed it inside me. Because that's what good sl*ts do.
And I was rewarded. The third time, as it sensed my warmness, responsiveness, and eager acceptance of my pussy lips which spread around it, surrounding it in a soft embrace, it pushed forward through my vaginal opening and it didn't stop. I cried out in pleasure, while my muscles tensed and relaxed, time and time again. My body was trying to reject it; at moments it felt so slimy, like a big, giant slug invading my body, but it was so slippery my muscles couldn't grasp it to prevent it from going deeper into me. As the tentacle grew in width, my legs were pulled further apart, while my juices not only coated the tentacle, but were forced out, dripping audibly on the table below me.
I wondered what would people I know think of me if they saw me right now, a thought that doesn't cross my mind often. Would they see me as a hopeful director, that would some day play a role in the big company, or... as a tentacle sl*t, that more than willingly gave up her body for the first tentacles that came along? I couldn't stop wondering, and the more I did, the louder my moaning became.
"Big company, huh?" Sarai spoke, her voice pulling me back to reality, away from pleasure, if only for a moment. "Look at you. I wish I had a camera to record this, and show it to everyone you know. Especially to employees below you," she said, and my eyes shot wide in horror that came from imagining that situation. My legs tried to close, but were unable to. The thought alone of everyone watching me like this... I'd be so mortified, ashamed, and... aroused if it were to happen. I doubt I'd be able to keep my hands from my crotch, while everyone watched on in horror and shock, gossiping amongst themselves.
"To think that idea makes you excited... tsk," she said as the tentacle inside me came to a stop, with my pussy tightly wrapped around it. It felt almost as thick as my wrist - I thanked God the one in my butthole was half as thick as that.
"Well, who am I to judge. I am fucking a rather sexy human for money. On my planet that's frowned upon."
"You... you are not from Earth?" I said.
She giggled. "I thought that was obvious. Well, less chit-chat, and more thrust-thrust," she said as she slapped my ass cheeks. My body tensed, as did my muscles around the tentacles, bringing a soft groan from my lips.
Her hands grasped both my cheeks and spread them wide, watching as her tentacles slowly slithered out until the tips were left inside, before forcing their way back in. I felt so exposed, but also grateful that she kept it slow. Over the course of a couple of minutes, the speed slowly built up, until both tentacles were sliding in and out at a relatively fast pace. With each new thrust, the squelching noises coming from my pussy grew and filled the room, while I was left panting, gripping the sides of the table with my hands.
I don't know how long it lasted, it could have been minutes or even hours, as I felt unable to tell the difference. I was in a state of immense, constant pleasure; my breathing grew shorter, and with every powerful thrust, air was being forced out of my chest.
At some point the tentacle inside my butthole pushed deep and came to a stop, while the one inside my vagina speed up even more. Sarai reached down with one of her hands and started rubbing my clit, overloading my body with pleasure. I tried to move and writhe, to escape her hand, but with her tentacles wrapped around my legs I couldn't move at all, I was stuck in place, forced to endure everything she threw at me, no matter how intense. As the tentacle pounded my pussy faster and faster, I was literally left breathless, gasping for air but unable to take it; like a fish taken out of water.
"Come," she ordered as she stopped rubbing my clit, then slapped me harshly across it. I couldn't even cry out. My toes curled, my back arched, and my pussy gushed around the tentacle as I started to orgasm. My muscles started to spasm, and it seemed like that was her plan; the tentacle inside my pussy came to a stop, and started flooding my pussy with warm come. I could feel the thickness of the tentacles inside me with every spasm, as my anus tried to close, and my vaginal muscles tried to expel it, while in fact all it did was milk it, filling me with more come. All of it served to prolong my orgasm much longer than it would normally last.
I just laid there like some kind of a drugged-out person, with my mouth open, drooling, breathless. My lungs were air-deprived; it must have been a minute since I last took a breath. Then it came to an end, both my orgasm, and hers.
"Hey. Don't die on me, Molly," she said as she slapped my ass with both hands, and it seemed enough to bring me back to reality. I gasped for much needed breath.
I laid there for a while, as I tried to get my breath back, while my eyes drifted from staring at her, to staring at the wall, and vice versa. It's then that I smelled something - something I didn't pay attention to until now. The same, weird smell from before, yet at the same time it was slightly different. It took me a moment to realize it was coming from her - or better said, her slime, that mixed with oil. My cheeks blushed softly as the smell started to arouse me once more.
Sarai laughed. "Looks like I found a regular client, huh?"
I decided not to let her get to me. The tentacle in my butthole slowly slithered out, and the one in my vagina followed suit; as the last bit came out from my vagina, I heard a wet 'plop' sound, before a lot of sperm and juices started pouring out. The tentacles around my thighs released their grip, and I felt... different. Empty in fact, as both my holes were left gaping.
I reached down with my right hand, and plunged two of my fingers into my sloppy pussy, while my thumb settled on top of my clit. I knew she was watching me, and I didn't care. Somewhere during my masturbation, I realized what made the smell different from the one before. It was poop. She had been so far up my asshole that some of it was forced out, and mixed with the rest of the smell. It was nasty; I loved it. I was already a mess; sweat, oil, slime, and come covered and dripped out of my body. Who cares about a little poop? I thrust my fingers deeper, yearning for that feeling of fullness and secretly hoping she would fuck me again. I fingered myself for another minute, before collapsing in another orgasm, though not as strong as the one before. As I laid there, panting, with my fingers still inside me, I heard her laugh.
"Thank you!" she said. "I'm already enjoying my stay here, and seeing you masturbate in front of me, in your own mess... I think I'm going to love it here. I'm glad you've enjoyed the 'massage' as much as I did. But we're well past midnight, and we should have already been closed. Do you mind leaving?"
After a moment or two I managed to turn around, then sit up. I looked down at the table, and... well, let's just say it wasn't just on the table anymore, and it was much worse than I expected. As I stood up on my shaky legs, I felt sperm and slime drip down my body, through the former was a lot more runny than the latter. I dressed myself, deciding not to ask for the shower, then picked up my purse and headed for the door. As I reached for the door, I realized I was being rude, trying to leave like that without saying a word. More so, would she be getting any kind of money from the massage? I reached into the purse, and turned around, then walked up to her. I handed her a hundred-dollar bill, and as we stood, face to face, I blurted out, "Welcome to Earth!"
I hurried out of the room before I heard her response, with my cheeks blushing bright red. It was so unlike me to struggle with words, yet after the night I had...
I found my way to the hotel, still not feeling quite like myself. It's amazing I even made it there, because half of the time I wasn't even watching where I was going - I was in some sort of a daze, and as I replayed some of the events in my mind, I found that at times I even had to remind myself to breathe.
"Well, all is well that ends well," I thought as I drew myself a bath, and disrobed. But as I climbed into the tub, I realized something was changed. I had changed. I slid my right hand down my body, to my crotch, and my fingers found their way to my sore slit; but I couldn't help myself. I plunged two fingers into my pussy, and masturbated as I contemplated calling Natalie to tell her I've found it... or even quiting my job, and staying here. "I could work as the desk lady - I'm sure they could use someone that speaks English," I thought. But those were just sweet thoughts, nothing more. I didn't speak Thai, and I didn't want to quit my job to become an alien-sl*t.
After several orgasms, I stopped abusing my pussy and my clit any further, and just laid there. I felt a little ashamed of the things I thought about me, and people I imagined seeing me like that... but if loving every second of it made me into a 'sl*t', well, it's something I could live with. I considered going back, and after short deliberation, I decided to do exactly that. I finished my bath, dressed in new set of clothes, and walked there, though I wasn't exactly sure where I even found it to begin with; I didn't pay attention to the street, or anything. I feared that when I got to the place, it wouldn't be there anymore. That's usually what happens, doesn't it? Sometime during the night, I found it, and smiled. The lights were off. I knocked, but no one answered, and I realized they must have left for the night. So I waited. I missed my flight, but thankfully I managed to reschedule it since I brought my phone with me.
Around 7 am, I saw Sarai walking towards me, along with the older, front-desk lady. Sarai smiled when she saw me and stopped before me, while the front-desk lady went to open the parlor.
"Oh, hey, Molly," Sarai said. "Back for more?" she giggled.
"Hey."
After a short talk, during which I somehow ended up kissing her - don't ask, I was worn out and sleep deprived, I wasn't thinking clearly - I managed to get all their locations in the U.S., some of which were close to where I lived.
"You should think about becoming our member," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We move a lot. We can't risk getting caught, and the longer we stay in one place, the bigger the chances are someone that shouldn't will find us. Some of our technology helps recognize and repel unwanted clients, but..."
She went on to explain how, if I became a member, I'll always know where to find it as I'll be notified about new locations of The Blue Octopus over my phone. It suffices to say I became a lifetime member of The Blue Octopus. Before I left for my flight, to my surprise she gave me a kiss and a smile, promising to probe me again one day. I shuddered at the thought. I couldn't wait.
Several years later, after going through several masseuses, each of which taught me something new and stretched the limits I didn't even know I had, I saw Sarai again... and this time, I had her screaming in pleasure and gasping for air. It only felt fair.
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http://forum.oneclickchicks.com/show...75#post2313675
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if u have nice finds of loads in videos welcome (homemade only)
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We had to cancel our trip this year. I know it's still going on, but if you have any pictures from this year, please share. Would love to see what we missed.
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Or where I might Find them or Who They are?
I am actually Most interested on the Girl on the Left, as she Looks very much like Ava when she was younger!
Thank You....Cody
Or where I might Find them or Who They are?
I am actually Most interested on the Girl on the Left, as she Looks very much like Ava when she was younger!
Thank You....Cody
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