Little did Mike know when walked into the \The Dew Drop Inn\ that his life was about to change. Mike is young (24), single and on the prowl, a handsome guy, or so his Aunts and Mother had always told him, and the truth be known he was amazing, standing 6\' tall at 190 lbs. The definition of his chest, abs, arms, and legs were apparent through his black T-shirt and black skintight jeans. But, what caught her eye were his buttocks, firm and tight and the package tucked into the front of those jeans.
Jen had just turned 30, her long blonde hair cascaded down her tanned shoulders and back, she packed a very tight body on her 5\' 3\ frame, her skin tight top accentuating her ample breasts, and her slacks looked as if they had been painted on, her ass looked incredible as she leaned against the bar. She looked over her shoulder as Mike entered the bar and smiled coyly to her, she wanted this cowboy, she continued to watch as he took a seat at the end of the bar.
Mike ordered a Corona and lime, turned and surveyed the crowd to see if he recognized anyone and checking the field, he made note of a few prospects, tipping his beer as he perused. As he turned to order another, the bartender placed another bottle and a shot of tequila down in front of him. \From the lady.\ He said as he pointed in Jen\'s direction. Jen for her part licked the salt from the back of her hand, held a shot up in Mike\'s direction and then tossed it back, and bit into the lemon, all the while her eyes locked on his. Mike acknowledged her toast and quickly down the shot and moved in her direction.
They chatted, Mike bought a few of more rounds, with Jen flirting, her blues eyes looked deep into his as she asked him if he would take her home and make her his slut. Mike asked her what she meant, and she told him that she wanted him to take her home and use and abused her.
Thinking that it was the tequila talking Mike laughed and said loud enough for anyone listening to hear. \Sure Jen I\'ll take you home and treat you like the slut your are.\ Little did he know that that statement would change his life forever.
As they left the bar, Mike asked. \Are you sure about this?\
Jen replied. \Honey I\'ve never been so sure of anything in my life.\
\Mike.\ She said huskily, \I\'m your slut for this evening, treat me like your slut.\
She turned and threw her arms around his neck and placed her open lips upon his, thrusting her tongue into his mouth!
Gasping for breath as she broke the kiss, \I want you to bang me so hard that I scream. I want you to tease me and torture me, I want it to hurt so good.\
He led her to his car and she gave direction to her house. She lived out in the country on land she had inherited from grandfather. She explained that she had sold most of it to real-estate developers and had kept 100 acres, the farmhouse and the barn, the nearest neighbor was miles away.
As they drove and she told her story, her hands were on his thigh, and occasionally she would cup his groin and squeeze. She pressed her body against his and nibbled on his ear whispering, \I want to be your slut, make me your slut tonight Mike, treat me like a nasty slut.\
When they finally arrived at her place he grabbed her by the back of the head and drug her out of the car telling her to strip. She stood there with a stunned look on her face.
\Now you slut, get out of the clothes! Don\'t make me tell you again.\
Immediately she pulled her top over her head, revealing her luscious tits, and scrambled to remove her slacks and panties. Once she was naked Mike again grab the back of her head and forced her to kneel in front of him.
\Suck me you slut.\ He commanded.
She reached for his belt.
\No slut just unzip me and pull it out and suck.\
She quickly followed his instructions unzipping him and struggled to free his rock hard 8\ cock.
\Suck it now! You slut!\
Without hesitation her lips encircled his thick head and he shoved his hips forward thrusting his cock to the back of her throat.
Jen gagged, tears welling in her eyes as he began to fulfill her fantasy, he fucked her face and she sucked until he was ready to cum. She was his slut, right there in the middle of her driveway.
Feeling his balls twitch, he yanked his cock from her mouth pushed her to the ground and began jerking his cock fast and hard. Soon he was grunting and his cock shot his first load of the night onto her sprawled body, covering her face, neck and tits with his cum. When he finished he tucked his cock back into his pants and told her to get up, again grabbing the back of her head he led her to the front door.
\Aren\'t you going to invite me in? He queried. \Or would you rather we call this off and I leave.\
\Yes, No.\ She stammered. \Come in please.\ Her hands shaking as she opened the door.
Once inside, she seemed at a loss as to what to do next.
\I should go and clean up.\ She said meekly.
\No, I like the way you look, just show me your bedroom.\
Once in the bedroom Mike stripped off his clothes telling Jen to lie down on the bed and spread her legs.
He stood at the foot of the bed and looked at this woman, spread-eagle before him covered with his cum, this woman who wanted to be treated as a slut.
\Please.\ She begged. \Please fuck me, fill my slut cunt with your big cock!\
Mike crawled up onto the bed and hovered over her. Looking into her eyes he cupped her mound with his hand and squeezed. He dropped his head and kissed her heavily, passionately, his tongue doing battle with hers, his hand squeezing and rubbing her undulating cunt.
He broke the kiss and contact as quickly as he had begun, and went to her dresser quickly looking through her drawers until he found some expensive looking silk scarves. He came back to the bed with the scarves and told her to reach for the bedposts; he secured her wrists to the posts, and then took her ankles spreading them farther apart and secured them to the bed also. He took the last scarf and gagged her.
She was now helpless as she lay in the middle of her own bed. What had she done, fear beginning the creep into her thoughts, yet her arousal had increased and desire to fulfill her need had grown intensely.
Mike again stood at the foot of the bed admiring her beauty.
A true blonde her pubis area covered with wispy blonde hair, Mike, made a mental note to correct that before too long.
He climbed up onto the bed again, crawling up over her body he slammed his aching cock into her unsuspecting cunt!
\Do you have any toys?\ he asked. \Slut, answer me.\
Pulling his cock completely out of her cunt and ramming back to the hilt!
Jen struggled to answer through the gag.
His hands now savagely squeezing those beautiful tits, roughly pinching her nipples, with one hand, he ineptly reached up and released her gag with the other.
\Yes!\ She breathed. \Under the bed you will find a box.\
Slamming his cock into her cunt one last time he withdrew with a loud plop.
Replacing the gag Mike reached under the bed and found her box of toys, dildos and vibrators of various sizes, clitoral stimulators, butterflies, etc. She also had several strap-on devices, and a variety of cock rings. Mike, quickly selected from the box, and strapped the clitoral stimulator snuggly in place. He sat at the edge of the bed and admired his handy work for a few minutes, gently caressing her thighs.
Standing he engaged the stimulator through the remote, he watched as Jen\'s body began to react. \You like that slut?\ he said as he increased the vibrations watching as she came closer and closer to reaching release. He brought her to the edge and then backed off again and again, finally satisfied that the setting was just enough to torment her but not give her the relief she so desired.
He kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
Jen withered against the restrains desperate now, she was going crazy with desire, with need, with want.
Where is he, where did he go?
To Be Continued.
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Sunday, February 1, 2009
Jacquelines New Age Celebration
In the summer of 1998, the ebony wrestling female known as Jacqueline has just made her debut in the World Wrestling Federation as the new love interest for Marc Mero and as a rival for Sable. Jacqueline would go on to defeat Sable for the reactivated Women\'s Title on September 15th of that same year.
After her victory over Sable, Jacqueline makes her way back to her and Marc\'s dressing room; she passes the reigning WWF Tag Team Champions, the New Age Outlaws. Both men immediately look at the Texas spitfire. Billy licks his lips and elbows Road Dogg.
\Man, check out the ass on her.\
Road Dogg chuckles, \Her Ass? What about those tits man? Fake as hell, but they sure as fuck look nice.\
Billy smirks in agreement, \True. but check out that belt around her waist. she\'s the new Women\'s Champion. it a shame she has to celebrate with that jobber Mero.\
Road Dogg laughs, \Maybe we should take his place.\
Billy is about to respond when someone taps on his shoulder. Billy turns around and is a bit surprised to see Jacqueline standing behind him.
\Hey Jacqueline.\ Billy and Road Dogg say at the same time. \Congratulations on your win over Sable,\ Billy adds since she tapped on his shoulder to get his attention.
Jacqueline puts her women\'s title on her shoulder then folds her arms, \You two really should learn to make your perverted comments when a woman is not around, especially if you\'re talking about her.\
Road Dogg grins, \Hey, those were compliments.\
\Yeah, we didn\'t get to talking about picturing you sucking our dicks yet,\ Billy adds with a laugh.
Jacqueline tries hard not to crack a smile, and is successful. \True. but you two did make a good point. I should celebrate my win with a champion or two. and seeing how it was your idea. I expect you two to follow me.\
Jacqueline licks her lips as she eyes both outlaws up before she turns to walk away in the direction. The Outlaws smirk and quickly follow her as she leads them towards an empty room. Jacqueline lays her women\'s title down on the ground and removes the attire she wore to the ring for her match. The Outlaws drop their belts near the door after Road Dogg closes it and they too quickly remove their clothes. Billy has less to remove for he had a singles match against Jeff Jarrett that night.
Jacqueline takes a look at Billy as he stands before her only in his white wrestling boots and kneepads. Jacqueline licks her lips as she sees his cock, then she drops to knees in front of him and takes his cock into her hands. She pumps it with her right hand while holding it at the base with her left. Billy moans a little just before Jacqueline takes his cock into her mouth. The ebony diva starts bobbing her head quickly along his shaft. Each time she reaches the top she pauses for a moment to swirl her tongue around the head of cock before resuming her sucking action.
Road Dogg is nearby watching the fun while choking his one eyed wonder worm. Before he can make a comment about being left out, Jacqueline pulls her head off of Billy\'s cock then moves towards Road Dogg. She puts her hands behind his legs as she angles her head to catch his cock in her mouth. Once she has his cock she sucks on it like a hamster on a water bottle before she straightens up and starts bobbing on his cock. She closes her lips tightly around his shaft as she starts to try to inhale his shaft. Road Dogg holds onto her braided hair for a few moments as she easily deep throats his pole. Jacqueline then comes up for air and looks at both men.
\How\'s that for a start of a celebration?\ she asks with a smirk.
\This is great so far,\ Billy grins.
\Yeah. but there\'s nothing to eat,\ Road Dogg adds as she licks his lips.
Jacqueline laughs, \Oh there\'s something to eat.\
With that Jacqueline sits against a wall and spreads her legs apart. She pants her black twat and motions for Road Dogg to come and get it. Road Dogg grins and in a flash he\'s laying on his stomach, holding onto her legs as she licks her chocolate pussy wildly. Jacqueline moans loudly as he uses his skilled tongue to drive her wild. Billy comes over and quiets her down by driving his cock back into her mouth. Jacqueline closes her mouth around his dick as soon as he pushes it all the way down her throat. She gags for a few moments before she figures out how to suck his dick from her current position.
Road Dogg\'s tongue soon starts to get tired and he moves away from her to rest his jaw. Billy pulls his cock out of Jacqueline\'s mouth, steps in front of her, grabs her legs and pulls her away from the wall. Jacqueline smirks up at Billy as she\'s now lying on her back. Billy spreads her legs apart and lowers himself to where his cock can enter pussy. Jacqueline wraps her legs around his waist as Billy starts the fuck her pussy at a steady pace.
Jacqueline moans as she grinds upward against him. Jacqueline wraps her arms around him and starts digging her nails into his back. Billy\'s rhythm is then interrupted when Road Dogg slaps his shoulder as if to tag him out. Billy looks back at his friend and laughs as he pulls out of Jacqueline\'s pussy. Road Dogg then looks at Jacqueline and smirks.
\Turn on over. we\'re going to do this Doggy Style.\
Jacqueline grins as she turns over onto her stomach then pushes her self up onto her hands and knees. Road Dogg kneels behind her and slaps her round ass cheeks twice, before he pushes his cock into her pussy. He instantly starts fucking her hard and fast, and Jacqueline starts pushing back against him at the same pace. Jacqueline gets a determined look on her face as Road Dogg grips her hips and starts pulling himself deeper into her twat.
Road Dogg then pulls out of her pussy and slides his cock into her ass. Jacqueline grunts as he starts to pound her black ass. Billy gets in front of her shoves his cock back into her mouth. The Outlaws thrust their cocks in and out of her at both ends and Jacqueline loves it. She places a hand on her pussy and starts to fuck her self intensely until she starts to cum. Road Dogg pulls out of her round ass and blows his load over Jacqueline\'s backside, coating it in his white spunk. Billy grunts and pulls out of her mouth a moment before he blows his loads. Billy gives Jacqueline a protein facial the old fashion way. Jacqueline wipes his some of his cum off with her fingers, then licks them clean.
Jacqueline looks up at them and smiles, \Thanks for the celebration boy.\
-END-
After her victory over Sable, Jacqueline makes her way back to her and Marc\'s dressing room; she passes the reigning WWF Tag Team Champions, the New Age Outlaws. Both men immediately look at the Texas spitfire. Billy licks his lips and elbows Road Dogg.
\Man, check out the ass on her.\
Road Dogg chuckles, \Her Ass? What about those tits man? Fake as hell, but they sure as fuck look nice.\
Billy smirks in agreement, \True. but check out that belt around her waist. she\'s the new Women\'s Champion. it a shame she has to celebrate with that jobber Mero.\
Road Dogg laughs, \Maybe we should take his place.\
Billy is about to respond when someone taps on his shoulder. Billy turns around and is a bit surprised to see Jacqueline standing behind him.
\Hey Jacqueline.\ Billy and Road Dogg say at the same time. \Congratulations on your win over Sable,\ Billy adds since she tapped on his shoulder to get his attention.
Jacqueline puts her women\'s title on her shoulder then folds her arms, \You two really should learn to make your perverted comments when a woman is not around, especially if you\'re talking about her.\
Road Dogg grins, \Hey, those were compliments.\
\Yeah, we didn\'t get to talking about picturing you sucking our dicks yet,\ Billy adds with a laugh.
Jacqueline tries hard not to crack a smile, and is successful. \True. but you two did make a good point. I should celebrate my win with a champion or two. and seeing how it was your idea. I expect you two to follow me.\
Jacqueline licks her lips as she eyes both outlaws up before she turns to walk away in the direction. The Outlaws smirk and quickly follow her as she leads them towards an empty room. Jacqueline lays her women\'s title down on the ground and removes the attire she wore to the ring for her match. The Outlaws drop their belts near the door after Road Dogg closes it and they too quickly remove their clothes. Billy has less to remove for he had a singles match against Jeff Jarrett that night.
Jacqueline takes a look at Billy as he stands before her only in his white wrestling boots and kneepads. Jacqueline licks her lips as she sees his cock, then she drops to knees in front of him and takes his cock into her hands. She pumps it with her right hand while holding it at the base with her left. Billy moans a little just before Jacqueline takes his cock into her mouth. The ebony diva starts bobbing her head quickly along his shaft. Each time she reaches the top she pauses for a moment to swirl her tongue around the head of cock before resuming her sucking action.
Road Dogg is nearby watching the fun while choking his one eyed wonder worm. Before he can make a comment about being left out, Jacqueline pulls her head off of Billy\'s cock then moves towards Road Dogg. She puts her hands behind his legs as she angles her head to catch his cock in her mouth. Once she has his cock she sucks on it like a hamster on a water bottle before she straightens up and starts bobbing on his cock. She closes her lips tightly around his shaft as she starts to try to inhale his shaft. Road Dogg holds onto her braided hair for a few moments as she easily deep throats his pole. Jacqueline then comes up for air and looks at both men.
\How\'s that for a start of a celebration?\ she asks with a smirk.
\This is great so far,\ Billy grins.
\Yeah. but there\'s nothing to eat,\ Road Dogg adds as she licks his lips.
Jacqueline laughs, \Oh there\'s something to eat.\
With that Jacqueline sits against a wall and spreads her legs apart. She pants her black twat and motions for Road Dogg to come and get it. Road Dogg grins and in a flash he\'s laying on his stomach, holding onto her legs as she licks her chocolate pussy wildly. Jacqueline moans loudly as he uses his skilled tongue to drive her wild. Billy comes over and quiets her down by driving his cock back into her mouth. Jacqueline closes her mouth around his dick as soon as he pushes it all the way down her throat. She gags for a few moments before she figures out how to suck his dick from her current position.
Road Dogg\'s tongue soon starts to get tired and he moves away from her to rest his jaw. Billy pulls his cock out of Jacqueline\'s mouth, steps in front of her, grabs her legs and pulls her away from the wall. Jacqueline smirks up at Billy as she\'s now lying on her back. Billy spreads her legs apart and lowers himself to where his cock can enter pussy. Jacqueline wraps her legs around his waist as Billy starts the fuck her pussy at a steady pace.
Jacqueline moans as she grinds upward against him. Jacqueline wraps her arms around him and starts digging her nails into his back. Billy\'s rhythm is then interrupted when Road Dogg slaps his shoulder as if to tag him out. Billy looks back at his friend and laughs as he pulls out of Jacqueline\'s pussy. Road Dogg then looks at Jacqueline and smirks.
\Turn on over. we\'re going to do this Doggy Style.\
Jacqueline grins as she turns over onto her stomach then pushes her self up onto her hands and knees. Road Dogg kneels behind her and slaps her round ass cheeks twice, before he pushes his cock into her pussy. He instantly starts fucking her hard and fast, and Jacqueline starts pushing back against him at the same pace. Jacqueline gets a determined look on her face as Road Dogg grips her hips and starts pulling himself deeper into her twat.
Road Dogg then pulls out of her pussy and slides his cock into her ass. Jacqueline grunts as he starts to pound her black ass. Billy gets in front of her shoves his cock back into her mouth. The Outlaws thrust their cocks in and out of her at both ends and Jacqueline loves it. She places a hand on her pussy and starts to fuck her self intensely until she starts to cum. Road Dogg pulls out of her round ass and blows his load over Jacqueline\'s backside, coating it in his white spunk. Billy grunts and pulls out of her mouth a moment before he blows his loads. Billy gives Jacqueline a protein facial the old fashion way. Jacqueline wipes his some of his cum off with her fingers, then licks them clean.
Jacqueline looks up at them and smiles, \Thanks for the celebration boy.\
-END-
My Sexy Boss
John sat nervously in the lobby. This was a very important job interview and a job he desperately wanted.
John sat, eyes focused on the ground, shaking his leg anxiously, until a woman\'s voice called out his name.
John looked up. Standing before him was a beautiful woman.
The woman extended her arm out and said, \Hi, I\'m Antonella.\ She had soft-spoken, yet sexy voice.
John snapped out of his daze fast enough to respond, \John Bourke. Pleasure to meet you.\
John followed Antonella through the building, into the elevator, and eventually found himself seated in her office. The five-minute trip seemed a blur because he couldn\'t take his eyes off of her. She had long straight blonde hair. Amazing blue eyes. A beautiful face matched with a thin, tone figure. You could tell she was a frequent gym visitor. She looked very professional in her matching dark blue suit, silk blouse, nude colored stockings, and a pair of black pumps that to John\'s dirty mind just screamed, \Fuck me.\ John was taken aback immediately and wasn\'t sure he could focus on the interview. Antonella was polite and attempted to carry on the conversation on the way up to her office. She talked about the traffic and asked if he had a hard time finding the place, to go along with the typical greetings. John couldn\'t muster much of a response, other than a few \Ok\'s\, \yes\'s\ and \no\'s.\
John\'s mind was wandering. Was the blouse on underneath a full sleeve one or the one that resembled a piece of negligee. He wondered if she would take off her suit jacket during the meeting to find out. His eyes wandered towards her silk stockings and he wondered if they were the thigh high kind and if so, did she have on the matching garters? A part of him hoped, when she sat down at her desk, her skirt would be short enough that he could find out. Finally as he walked behind her as she led the way to his office, he couldn\'t help but glance at her shapely behind. He could have sworn he sore the panty line. Or was it a thong?
The interview went by fast. John was sure he was too distracted by her charm and good looks that he would be rejected for the job. And he never found out the answer to what kind of blouse or stockings she had on.
It was a sleepless night for John. Did he ruin his one chance to make a good impression? Would he ever see Antonella again or would she be just another fantasy, a memory that he would remember forever and possibly ruins him for all women to follow?
At around ten the next morning, he was suddenly awaked to the sound of a ringing telephone. He reached for the phone and saw an unfamiliar phone number on the display. He answered with a groggy \Hello.\
It was Michael Donovan from the Human Resources department. He had good news. Everyone was impressed with John and they wanted to extend him an offer. John was beyond excitement. Not only did he get he job he desperately wanted, but he would also get the opportunity to work with Antonella.
Work was busy, but it was what he always wanted to do. The first day, they welcomed him with a group lunch (on the company tab). As he sat down surrounded by five other women (including Antonella), the talk soon turned to marriage and babies, as one of the ladies was engaged and another was 4 months pregnant. The group of women eventually got on Antonella\'s case. It seems she was the only one single. Antonella had always put career first and it affected her personal life. All John could remember, other than it felt weird being left out of the conversation because he was a guy and that he did not need to hear about C-sections and wedding planning issues, was that Antonella was available, and maybe, just maybe he had a chance.
As he spent more and more time with Antonella, his crush grew to love as he grew a much greater appreciation for her. Her intelligence matched her beauty. She was hard working and a pleasure to be around. She had that effect on everyone.
John desperately wanted to say something to her. He wanted to confess his love. But all he really wanted was a date. But it didn\'t seem appropriate to ask out your boss. Every night, the thought of approaching her crossed his mind. They even had some brief run-ins, where he thought maybe there was something there. There was Christmas when the entire department chipped in and bought her a gift. She was so grateful that she thanked everyone, but she gave John a hug and kiss on the check when she thanked him. There was the holiday party where they shared a drink and a dance. Then there were the frequent group birthday lunches where he somehow (whether through luck or coincidence) always managed to sit next to her. Their conversations were always pleasant and there seemed to be a connection there. Maybe she felt something for him as well. But John could never tell with women. He couldn\'t tell if she was dropping signs or if he was simply looking for them.
At times, he would wonder if he felt love or lust for Antonella. He was very attracted to her and would want nothing more than to make love to her. Or did he just want to fuck her? Another notch on the belt? He kept telling himself that couldn\'t be it. He liked her as a person, not just a piece of ass. But there were definitely moments at work when he fantasized about just taking her and doing all the nastiest things to her. The problem was that Antonella definitely dressed sexy, albeit professional. She felt comfortable in her own skin and didn\'t mind showing off her legs and other body parts. In the summer time, she would wear skirts, dresses, and tops that fit her perfectly. In the wintertime, she would wear stockings. When she had an important meeting, she would always wear one of her sexy business suits. And she would always wear heels. She had a wide array of them. Open toed, pumps, strappy, stiletto. You name it, she wore it. And John was a sucker for a woman dressed like that.
After working there for some time, John started fantasizing about Antonella while at work. He would imagine the two of them going off on business trips together or working late together. Being alone together would provide the opportunity for John to finally seize the opportunity. But that opportunity never presented itself.
Until one late night at the office, both were working late on a major project. She was dressed in a simple black skirt that stopped right before her knees, black stockings, with a creamed colored thin turtleneck, and of course a pair of sling back heels. Just the kind of casual, yet sexy outfit that drove John crazy. As they left to call it a night and exited the building.
together, John was shifting back and forth on whether he should say something. As he walked her to her car, he once again chickened out. She got into her car and they said their \goodnights\ as John walked away disappointed at himself. But as he walked away, he heard the rumbling sound of an engine. He turned around to see Antonella was having some car problems. He walked back to ask her if everything was ok. It was not and John was not an expert with cars, so he couldn\'t offer any help. So he just waited around with her as Antonella called for tow truck. But to her dismay, no tow truck could get out to her for at least a couple of hours. She was about to leave her car there for the night and just take a taxi home, when John offered her a ride home. At first, Antonella didn\'t want to bother John, but when she found out that a cab would be at least a 30-45 minute wait, she finally took John up on his offer.
The car ride was quiet as Antonella was visibly upset from the long day. John was playing all the scenarios in his head, as he pondered what would happen if he told her. But when the possibility of making love with her got into his head, he just couldn\'t get it out. He imagined sucking on her breasts. Licking her thighs up and down. Tasting her. He imagined her mouth wrapped around his manhood. And the thought of being inside her blew his mind. Before he knew it, he had a huge bulge in his pants. He tried to cover it, but it was pretty obvious. John tried to get the erotic thoughts out of his, but it didn\'t work. He just prayed that Antonella didn\'t notice.
Antonella was exhausted. She had been pulling 10-12 hour days for the past month. The last thing she needed was the hassle of having car trouble. She just wanted to go home and lie in bed. She was so thankful that John was around that night. He had been a real help on the project and she enjoyed working with him. She looked over at him to thank him. But her eyes wandered and found their way to his crotch. At first, she thought she was imagining something. But after getting another look out of the corner of her eye, she was sure that he had an enormous hard on. At first, she was appalled. She didn\'t know how to react. But then she felt a tingling sensation between her thighs. To her shock, she was immensely turned on and getting extremely wet.
Now she was trying to hide the fact that she was turned on. She moved around in her seat a few times. Then it occurred to her that he was turned on by her. It had been so long since she had been intimate with someone. She decided to make a move.
John was completely taken by surprise. Antonella was massaging his hard on through his pants while kissing his neck. He almost lost control of the car. Thank god they were nearing her apartment. He pulled over to the nearest parking space in front of her place and parked the car. He grabbed her as they kissed passionately. All the pent up anticipation caused him to practically suck her face off as they kissed. His hands explored her entire body. He caressed her breasts while she continued to rub his bulging hard on. He slid his hand down.
her stomach and finally slipped it up her skirt. He could feel the wetness through her thong. Antonella slowly unzipped his pants and let his manhood breath as they both moaned with passion.
They somehow managed to get into Antonella\'s house. Neither John nor Antonella could remember how they got out of the car and in the door. Hell, John couldn\'t even remember if he zipped his pants back up. They barely got past the front door before John pushed Antonella up against the front door and bent her over and started tasting her from behind. John didn\'t even bother taking off her clothes. He just lifted up her skirt and slid her panties down around her knees. Antonella moaned as John maneuvered his tongue in a continuous circular motion. John was amazed at how sweet and clean she tasted. Antonella hadn\'t felt this good in so long, and in no time, she came with a fury. Her whole body shook. Antonella then whispered that it was his turn. She stood him up and got down on her knees. She opened her mouth and sucked every inch. She stared up at him the entire time. The look on John\'s face made Antonella remember just how good she was at this and how much she enjoyed pleasuring a man.
John could not take it anymore and knew if he let Antonella continue, he was going to explode in her mouth. He stood her up as they kissed again, practically tasting each other\'s cum. Antonella hoped John had a condom, and to her luck, he always carried one in his wallet. John slid on the cover and picked Antonella up in his arms. He pushed her against the front door as he entered her. They kissed the entire time as he pumped and thrust. He started pounding away as hard as he could, throwing her body against the door, even banging her head a few times. They didn\'t even bother stopping. From the door, they slid down to the floor. John lifted up her turtleneck to reveal her nice breasts. He sucked on each one as she bounced up and down. Her heels dug into the hardwood floor, scratching the surface with each bounce. While still inside her, John lifted her up and carried her over to the nearest couch. He laid her on her back and stood up to gaze over her. She was still clothed, but all the right parts were revealed. Even John didn\'t manage to get out of his pants or shirt. He lifted her stocking covered legs and placed them on his shoulders. Each thrust shook Antonella\'s entire body and her legs and heels flailed in the air. She looked up at John with those beautiful blue eyes and John finally could not take it anymore. He released all his fluids inside the condom. It was the best feeling he ever felt. They both collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily.
As Antonella fell asleep in John\'s arms, John thought to himself sometimes, the moment is worth the wait. And by the way, she was wearing thigh high stockings and matching garters.
John sat, eyes focused on the ground, shaking his leg anxiously, until a woman\'s voice called out his name.
John looked up. Standing before him was a beautiful woman.
The woman extended her arm out and said, \Hi, I\'m Antonella.\ She had soft-spoken, yet sexy voice.
John snapped out of his daze fast enough to respond, \John Bourke. Pleasure to meet you.\
John followed Antonella through the building, into the elevator, and eventually found himself seated in her office. The five-minute trip seemed a blur because he couldn\'t take his eyes off of her. She had long straight blonde hair. Amazing blue eyes. A beautiful face matched with a thin, tone figure. You could tell she was a frequent gym visitor. She looked very professional in her matching dark blue suit, silk blouse, nude colored stockings, and a pair of black pumps that to John\'s dirty mind just screamed, \Fuck me.\ John was taken aback immediately and wasn\'t sure he could focus on the interview. Antonella was polite and attempted to carry on the conversation on the way up to her office. She talked about the traffic and asked if he had a hard time finding the place, to go along with the typical greetings. John couldn\'t muster much of a response, other than a few \Ok\'s\, \yes\'s\ and \no\'s.\
John\'s mind was wandering. Was the blouse on underneath a full sleeve one or the one that resembled a piece of negligee. He wondered if she would take off her suit jacket during the meeting to find out. His eyes wandered towards her silk stockings and he wondered if they were the thigh high kind and if so, did she have on the matching garters? A part of him hoped, when she sat down at her desk, her skirt would be short enough that he could find out. Finally as he walked behind her as she led the way to his office, he couldn\'t help but glance at her shapely behind. He could have sworn he sore the panty line. Or was it a thong?
The interview went by fast. John was sure he was too distracted by her charm and good looks that he would be rejected for the job. And he never found out the answer to what kind of blouse or stockings she had on.
It was a sleepless night for John. Did he ruin his one chance to make a good impression? Would he ever see Antonella again or would she be just another fantasy, a memory that he would remember forever and possibly ruins him for all women to follow?
At around ten the next morning, he was suddenly awaked to the sound of a ringing telephone. He reached for the phone and saw an unfamiliar phone number on the display. He answered with a groggy \Hello.\
It was Michael Donovan from the Human Resources department. He had good news. Everyone was impressed with John and they wanted to extend him an offer. John was beyond excitement. Not only did he get he job he desperately wanted, but he would also get the opportunity to work with Antonella.
Work was busy, but it was what he always wanted to do. The first day, they welcomed him with a group lunch (on the company tab). As he sat down surrounded by five other women (including Antonella), the talk soon turned to marriage and babies, as one of the ladies was engaged and another was 4 months pregnant. The group of women eventually got on Antonella\'s case. It seems she was the only one single. Antonella had always put career first and it affected her personal life. All John could remember, other than it felt weird being left out of the conversation because he was a guy and that he did not need to hear about C-sections and wedding planning issues, was that Antonella was available, and maybe, just maybe he had a chance.
As he spent more and more time with Antonella, his crush grew to love as he grew a much greater appreciation for her. Her intelligence matched her beauty. She was hard working and a pleasure to be around. She had that effect on everyone.
John desperately wanted to say something to her. He wanted to confess his love. But all he really wanted was a date. But it didn\'t seem appropriate to ask out your boss. Every night, the thought of approaching her crossed his mind. They even had some brief run-ins, where he thought maybe there was something there. There was Christmas when the entire department chipped in and bought her a gift. She was so grateful that she thanked everyone, but she gave John a hug and kiss on the check when she thanked him. There was the holiday party where they shared a drink and a dance. Then there were the frequent group birthday lunches where he somehow (whether through luck or coincidence) always managed to sit next to her. Their conversations were always pleasant and there seemed to be a connection there. Maybe she felt something for him as well. But John could never tell with women. He couldn\'t tell if she was dropping signs or if he was simply looking for them.
At times, he would wonder if he felt love or lust for Antonella. He was very attracted to her and would want nothing more than to make love to her. Or did he just want to fuck her? Another notch on the belt? He kept telling himself that couldn\'t be it. He liked her as a person, not just a piece of ass. But there were definitely moments at work when he fantasized about just taking her and doing all the nastiest things to her. The problem was that Antonella definitely dressed sexy, albeit professional. She felt comfortable in her own skin and didn\'t mind showing off her legs and other body parts. In the summer time, she would wear skirts, dresses, and tops that fit her perfectly. In the wintertime, she would wear stockings. When she had an important meeting, she would always wear one of her sexy business suits. And she would always wear heels. She had a wide array of them. Open toed, pumps, strappy, stiletto. You name it, she wore it. And John was a sucker for a woman dressed like that.
After working there for some time, John started fantasizing about Antonella while at work. He would imagine the two of them going off on business trips together or working late together. Being alone together would provide the opportunity for John to finally seize the opportunity. But that opportunity never presented itself.
Until one late night at the office, both were working late on a major project. She was dressed in a simple black skirt that stopped right before her knees, black stockings, with a creamed colored thin turtleneck, and of course a pair of sling back heels. Just the kind of casual, yet sexy outfit that drove John crazy. As they left to call it a night and exited the building.
together, John was shifting back and forth on whether he should say something. As he walked her to her car, he once again chickened out. She got into her car and they said their \goodnights\ as John walked away disappointed at himself. But as he walked away, he heard the rumbling sound of an engine. He turned around to see Antonella was having some car problems. He walked back to ask her if everything was ok. It was not and John was not an expert with cars, so he couldn\'t offer any help. So he just waited around with her as Antonella called for tow truck. But to her dismay, no tow truck could get out to her for at least a couple of hours. She was about to leave her car there for the night and just take a taxi home, when John offered her a ride home. At first, Antonella didn\'t want to bother John, but when she found out that a cab would be at least a 30-45 minute wait, she finally took John up on his offer.
The car ride was quiet as Antonella was visibly upset from the long day. John was playing all the scenarios in his head, as he pondered what would happen if he told her. But when the possibility of making love with her got into his head, he just couldn\'t get it out. He imagined sucking on her breasts. Licking her thighs up and down. Tasting her. He imagined her mouth wrapped around his manhood. And the thought of being inside her blew his mind. Before he knew it, he had a huge bulge in his pants. He tried to cover it, but it was pretty obvious. John tried to get the erotic thoughts out of his, but it didn\'t work. He just prayed that Antonella didn\'t notice.
Antonella was exhausted. She had been pulling 10-12 hour days for the past month. The last thing she needed was the hassle of having car trouble. She just wanted to go home and lie in bed. She was so thankful that John was around that night. He had been a real help on the project and she enjoyed working with him. She looked over at him to thank him. But her eyes wandered and found their way to his crotch. At first, she thought she was imagining something. But after getting another look out of the corner of her eye, she was sure that he had an enormous hard on. At first, she was appalled. She didn\'t know how to react. But then she felt a tingling sensation between her thighs. To her shock, she was immensely turned on and getting extremely wet.
Now she was trying to hide the fact that she was turned on. She moved around in her seat a few times. Then it occurred to her that he was turned on by her. It had been so long since she had been intimate with someone. She decided to make a move.
John was completely taken by surprise. Antonella was massaging his hard on through his pants while kissing his neck. He almost lost control of the car. Thank god they were nearing her apartment. He pulled over to the nearest parking space in front of her place and parked the car. He grabbed her as they kissed passionately. All the pent up anticipation caused him to practically suck her face off as they kissed. His hands explored her entire body. He caressed her breasts while she continued to rub his bulging hard on. He slid his hand down.
her stomach and finally slipped it up her skirt. He could feel the wetness through her thong. Antonella slowly unzipped his pants and let his manhood breath as they both moaned with passion.
They somehow managed to get into Antonella\'s house. Neither John nor Antonella could remember how they got out of the car and in the door. Hell, John couldn\'t even remember if he zipped his pants back up. They barely got past the front door before John pushed Antonella up against the front door and bent her over and started tasting her from behind. John didn\'t even bother taking off her clothes. He just lifted up her skirt and slid her panties down around her knees. Antonella moaned as John maneuvered his tongue in a continuous circular motion. John was amazed at how sweet and clean she tasted. Antonella hadn\'t felt this good in so long, and in no time, she came with a fury. Her whole body shook. Antonella then whispered that it was his turn. She stood him up and got down on her knees. She opened her mouth and sucked every inch. She stared up at him the entire time. The look on John\'s face made Antonella remember just how good she was at this and how much she enjoyed pleasuring a man.
John could not take it anymore and knew if he let Antonella continue, he was going to explode in her mouth. He stood her up as they kissed again, practically tasting each other\'s cum. Antonella hoped John had a condom, and to her luck, he always carried one in his wallet. John slid on the cover and picked Antonella up in his arms. He pushed her against the front door as he entered her. They kissed the entire time as he pumped and thrust. He started pounding away as hard as he could, throwing her body against the door, even banging her head a few times. They didn\'t even bother stopping. From the door, they slid down to the floor. John lifted up her turtleneck to reveal her nice breasts. He sucked on each one as she bounced up and down. Her heels dug into the hardwood floor, scratching the surface with each bounce. While still inside her, John lifted her up and carried her over to the nearest couch. He laid her on her back and stood up to gaze over her. She was still clothed, but all the right parts were revealed. Even John didn\'t manage to get out of his pants or shirt. He lifted her stocking covered legs and placed them on his shoulders. Each thrust shook Antonella\'s entire body and her legs and heels flailed in the air. She looked up at John with those beautiful blue eyes and John finally could not take it anymore. He released all his fluids inside the condom. It was the best feeling he ever felt. They both collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily.
As Antonella fell asleep in John\'s arms, John thought to himself sometimes, the moment is worth the wait. And by the way, she was wearing thigh high stockings and matching garters.
Hooked by her Sexy Legs
Story begins five years ago, my then wife and I visiting her parents at their home. Besides my wife\'s parents, also home was her younger sister, Amy. Amy was a sexy 18 year old senior in high school. She being very pretty, was of course very popular at school. She was tall, about 509, 135, blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes, and had a models face with perky breasts.
What I really noticed were her legs. They were the longest, sexiest legs I had ever seen. Several times before I had given her a ride home from track practice. She would still be wearing her short track shorts. I would get such a hard on watching her scoot in my car, sitting next to me as I drove her home. She had the longest, most sexy pair of legs I had ever seen in my life.
I\'m sure she knew I was ogling over her legs, as I often caught her stroking her thigh and calf muscles, usually complaining about how sore she was from running. I would drop her off at her house, and watch as she ran into the house, long, lean runners legs flexing as she ran. She sometimes asked me to come in for a drink, which I most always did.
There was one memorable time when I had been invited in and was actually visiting with her parents. I noticed Amy had gone into the bathroom, showered, and came out a few minutes later. Excusing myself, I went into the bathroom to use the john. Once inside, the thought of Amy\'s long sexy legs again came to mind. Looking over, I saw a clothes hamper.
Looking inside, I saw the very pair of track shorts Amy had been wearing. Nestled inside them were a pair of white panties. I removed them from the hamper, and placed the sweaty pair up to my nose. I could smell her female sweat, along with a slightly musky female smell, and began pulling her panties apart, inhaled her sweet musky smell for the crotch area.
I had such a hard on I knew I wouldn\'t be able to return to continue my visit with her parents. I pulled off my own shorts, exposing my now fully erect cock, already glistening with pre-cum. Thinking that her legs and pussy had just been wearing the panties, I quickly began jerking off, and within seconds, began ejaculating into Amy\'s sweaty panties. I don\'t ever remember cumming as much before this.
When I had finished, I replaced her now cum soaked panties inside her running shorts, placed both into the hamper, cleaned myself up and continued visiting with her parents. I never had an opportunity to repeat my performance, and nothing was ever mentioned by any one of my sexual indiscretion.
Shift ahead five years . . . now divorced from Amy\'s sister . . . Driving thru town, I drove past Amy\'s house. She is mowing her lawn, sitting on small riding mower. She is now 22, and even more enticing that she was as a high school senior. I waved, and surprisingly, she waved me over . I pulled over in front of her house.
She stopped the mower, swung her long legs off the rider, and walked up to the driver\'s side of my car. We hadn\'t really talked much since I and her sister divorced, just the usual casual waves in passing. She said hi and I meekly replied the same. She said that she had taken over her parent\'s house as they had moved to a country home they owned. She looked even sexier that I remember. She was now a hot babe, tanned, and wearing cutoff shorts that just covered her butt.
Those legs that I had masturbated to many times were even more gorgeous than I had remembered. Amy asked me how I had been, I gave her the usual okay. She said her sister had also moved away after our divorce, and said she hadn\'t seen her in a few months. She could tell I was still memorized by her legs, and asked me if I wanted to come in for a cold drink. I couldn\'t believe my luck, and said sure.
I followed her inside her house, sat down at the kitchen table. She poured me a cold beer, and one for herself. She began telling me about her college years, and that she was working at a local doctor\'s office.
I must have been staring at her legs when she said \ I see that you are still fascinated by my legs.\ Not knowing what to say, I embarrassedly nodded yes. She said she had always known even back in high school, that I was into her legs, and she said that she did like the effect that her legs had on me. She then asked me if I had enjoyed myself years ago. Not really knowing what was up, I asked her what she meant.
She then mentioned how she had gone to do her laundry after one practice, and when she had pulled out her shorts, noticed the panties were covered with a sticky wet substance. She figured out that I was the only male who was there who would have been so perverted to smell and then cum into her panties.
Thinking she was pissed and the gig was up, she surprised me by saying that it had turned her on so much, thinking that I thought her panties were sexy enough to cum in, that she gave herself the best orgasm she had ever had. She said that she also had smelled my sex on her panties, and that she kept them unwashed for years.
Saying that, she moved over to me and placed a wet kiss on my lips. I eagerly returned her advances by kissing her, tongue in tongue intertwining. She asked me if I wanted the real thing to jerk off to. I again nodded yes. She stood up, pulling off her shorts, revealing her white panties. She placed her shorts on my face, asking me if they smelled familiar. I inhaled her scent again. and saw as she sat back down, and placing one of her lovely legs on each side of me, began playing with herself through her panties.
She placed one finger in the middle of the crotch area, and forced the thin material inside her pussy lips. I could see her wetness come through the cotton material, and heard her moans of self pleasure. Seeing her masturbate right in front of me caused me to go instantly hard. I instinctively began rubbing my cock through my pants.
Seeing me stroke my cock got Amy even more into it, and she began pushing the entire crotch area of her panties inside of her pussy. The wetness from her pussy was beginning to coat her inner thighs, and her fingers were quickly bringing her to an orgasm. She looked straight at me and said \this is for you\ . She then came, exploding onto her panties and her hand.
She offered me her fingers, which I eagerly licked clean. She then stood, pulled off her now drenched panties, again placing them on my face, covering my nose and mouth with them. I inhaled her feminine love juices, and began licking at them to get more of her tasty juices into my mouth.
She suddenly pulled off my shorts, and my cock sprang out at her face. She asked me if I wanted to cum, and I nodded yes. She said that since I was so into her legs, she would jerk me off using what I loved the best. Saying that, she began fingering herself once again. I thought she was insatiable. Instead, she was removing her now soaked fingers and began coating my cock with her hot pussy juice. She then began rubbing my pussy juice covered cock between her calves.
The feeling of her soft firm calves stroking my cock was unbelievable. She stroked my shaft with her strong legs, causing the tip of my cock to appear above her well toned legs. She saw the pre-cum on the tip of my cock, and said I was close now.
She then placed another set of fingers, again covered with her own juices, on my cock. She began jerking me off, right to the point where I said I was going to come.
Amy, not missing a stroke, moved over and said she wanted me to cum on her thighs. Hearing her say that, I immediately began spurting my sperm onto her smooth, sexy thighs. She continued stroking me, causing stream after stream of my gooey man-seed to be deposited on her sexy legs. She made sure I covered both legs with my gism. Satisfied, she began rubbing my potion into her soft skin, and covered her thighs and pussy with my gift.
She said that this was a fantasy of hers since she had noticed my spent cum on her panties years ago. Amy said that she herself masturbated often thinking of my shooting my cum on her panties in her own bathroom. She further said that her sister was an idiot to divorce me. I recovered enough to reply that I had often thought of her and her sexy legs, and that she had been my favorite fantasy to jerk off to.
She then grabbed her shorts, placed them on minus her panties. She told me that the panties were her gift to me. I told her thanks. She said the next time we met I was to bring them back, covered in my warm sperm as I had done years ago. She said that she needed a new pair for her self pleasuring purposes. I told her I would be glad to accommodate her wishes. I dressed, kissed her and left with her panties safely tucked in my pocket. Who knows what lay ahead.
What I really noticed were her legs. They were the longest, sexiest legs I had ever seen. Several times before I had given her a ride home from track practice. She would still be wearing her short track shorts. I would get such a hard on watching her scoot in my car, sitting next to me as I drove her home. She had the longest, most sexy pair of legs I had ever seen in my life.
I\'m sure she knew I was ogling over her legs, as I often caught her stroking her thigh and calf muscles, usually complaining about how sore she was from running. I would drop her off at her house, and watch as she ran into the house, long, lean runners legs flexing as she ran. She sometimes asked me to come in for a drink, which I most always did.
There was one memorable time when I had been invited in and was actually visiting with her parents. I noticed Amy had gone into the bathroom, showered, and came out a few minutes later. Excusing myself, I went into the bathroom to use the john. Once inside, the thought of Amy\'s long sexy legs again came to mind. Looking over, I saw a clothes hamper.
Looking inside, I saw the very pair of track shorts Amy had been wearing. Nestled inside them were a pair of white panties. I removed them from the hamper, and placed the sweaty pair up to my nose. I could smell her female sweat, along with a slightly musky female smell, and began pulling her panties apart, inhaled her sweet musky smell for the crotch area.
I had such a hard on I knew I wouldn\'t be able to return to continue my visit with her parents. I pulled off my own shorts, exposing my now fully erect cock, already glistening with pre-cum. Thinking that her legs and pussy had just been wearing the panties, I quickly began jerking off, and within seconds, began ejaculating into Amy\'s sweaty panties. I don\'t ever remember cumming as much before this.
When I had finished, I replaced her now cum soaked panties inside her running shorts, placed both into the hamper, cleaned myself up and continued visiting with her parents. I never had an opportunity to repeat my performance, and nothing was ever mentioned by any one of my sexual indiscretion.
Shift ahead five years . . . now divorced from Amy\'s sister . . . Driving thru town, I drove past Amy\'s house. She is mowing her lawn, sitting on small riding mower. She is now 22, and even more enticing that she was as a high school senior. I waved, and surprisingly, she waved me over . I pulled over in front of her house.
She stopped the mower, swung her long legs off the rider, and walked up to the driver\'s side of my car. We hadn\'t really talked much since I and her sister divorced, just the usual casual waves in passing. She said hi and I meekly replied the same. She said that she had taken over her parent\'s house as they had moved to a country home they owned. She looked even sexier that I remember. She was now a hot babe, tanned, and wearing cutoff shorts that just covered her butt.
Those legs that I had masturbated to many times were even more gorgeous than I had remembered. Amy asked me how I had been, I gave her the usual okay. She said her sister had also moved away after our divorce, and said she hadn\'t seen her in a few months. She could tell I was still memorized by her legs, and asked me if I wanted to come in for a cold drink. I couldn\'t believe my luck, and said sure.
I followed her inside her house, sat down at the kitchen table. She poured me a cold beer, and one for herself. She began telling me about her college years, and that she was working at a local doctor\'s office.
I must have been staring at her legs when she said \ I see that you are still fascinated by my legs.\ Not knowing what to say, I embarrassedly nodded yes. She said she had always known even back in high school, that I was into her legs, and she said that she did like the effect that her legs had on me. She then asked me if I had enjoyed myself years ago. Not really knowing what was up, I asked her what she meant.
She then mentioned how she had gone to do her laundry after one practice, and when she had pulled out her shorts, noticed the panties were covered with a sticky wet substance. She figured out that I was the only male who was there who would have been so perverted to smell and then cum into her panties.
Thinking she was pissed and the gig was up, she surprised me by saying that it had turned her on so much, thinking that I thought her panties were sexy enough to cum in, that she gave herself the best orgasm she had ever had. She said that she also had smelled my sex on her panties, and that she kept them unwashed for years.
Saying that, she moved over to me and placed a wet kiss on my lips. I eagerly returned her advances by kissing her, tongue in tongue intertwining. She asked me if I wanted the real thing to jerk off to. I again nodded yes. She stood up, pulling off her shorts, revealing her white panties. She placed her shorts on my face, asking me if they smelled familiar. I inhaled her scent again. and saw as she sat back down, and placing one of her lovely legs on each side of me, began playing with herself through her panties.
She placed one finger in the middle of the crotch area, and forced the thin material inside her pussy lips. I could see her wetness come through the cotton material, and heard her moans of self pleasure. Seeing her masturbate right in front of me caused me to go instantly hard. I instinctively began rubbing my cock through my pants.
Seeing me stroke my cock got Amy even more into it, and she began pushing the entire crotch area of her panties inside of her pussy. The wetness from her pussy was beginning to coat her inner thighs, and her fingers were quickly bringing her to an orgasm. She looked straight at me and said \this is for you\ . She then came, exploding onto her panties and her hand.
She offered me her fingers, which I eagerly licked clean. She then stood, pulled off her now drenched panties, again placing them on my face, covering my nose and mouth with them. I inhaled her feminine love juices, and began licking at them to get more of her tasty juices into my mouth.
She suddenly pulled off my shorts, and my cock sprang out at her face. She asked me if I wanted to cum, and I nodded yes. She said that since I was so into her legs, she would jerk me off using what I loved the best. Saying that, she began fingering herself once again. I thought she was insatiable. Instead, she was removing her now soaked fingers and began coating my cock with her hot pussy juice. She then began rubbing my pussy juice covered cock between her calves.
The feeling of her soft firm calves stroking my cock was unbelievable. She stroked my shaft with her strong legs, causing the tip of my cock to appear above her well toned legs. She saw the pre-cum on the tip of my cock, and said I was close now.
She then placed another set of fingers, again covered with her own juices, on my cock. She began jerking me off, right to the point where I said I was going to come.
Amy, not missing a stroke, moved over and said she wanted me to cum on her thighs. Hearing her say that, I immediately began spurting my sperm onto her smooth, sexy thighs. She continued stroking me, causing stream after stream of my gooey man-seed to be deposited on her sexy legs. She made sure I covered both legs with my gism. Satisfied, she began rubbing my potion into her soft skin, and covered her thighs and pussy with my gift.
She said that this was a fantasy of hers since she had noticed my spent cum on her panties years ago. Amy said that she herself masturbated often thinking of my shooting my cum on her panties in her own bathroom. She further said that her sister was an idiot to divorce me. I recovered enough to reply that I had often thought of her and her sexy legs, and that she had been my favorite fantasy to jerk off to.
She then grabbed her shorts, placed them on minus her panties. She told me that the panties were her gift to me. I told her thanks. She said the next time we met I was to bring them back, covered in my warm sperm as I had done years ago. She said that she needed a new pair for her self pleasuring purposes. I told her I would be glad to accommodate her wishes. I dressed, kissed her and left with her panties safely tucked in my pocket. Who knows what lay ahead.
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