The narrow skirt she wore

The narrow skirt she wore

But while he stared dumbfounded the two globes of flesh that boldly pointed their buds erected flesh, Julien imagined that instead of his wife, was his stepmother. What sight would have given Monique to struggle like that, completely naked, above her lower abdomen? Certainly at fifty-two years old, she certainly possessed a body much more closely wrapped than that of her daughter; however, from what he had been able to judge in the afternoon, Monique still possessed a comely figure.

The narrow skirt she wore, if she drew with extreme precision her shapely hips and adorably rounded rump, did not reveal the least unsightly bulges. As for her bosom, as her bodice might have guessed, she looked aggressive, though Julien thought realistically, the bra was sure to help this provocative posture.
What a sight it must be, to see this busty breasts tossed to the rhythm of the sexual ride. Like many men, Julien had a perverse desire for the heavy and somewhat drooping breasts of mature women.

To rub her vulva and especially her clitoris exacerbated against the prominence formed by the bandaged sex of her husband, had accentuated Germaine desire that tormented. In the depths of her vagina, a fire had sprung up, radiating her bowels, while an abundant flow escaped from her panicked pussy?

However, the sensual friction that she granted herself and which had triggered this tremendous desire in all her body was no longer sufficient; she needed something more concrete ‘She wanted to feel the penis that she perceived against her big sexual lips, to sink inside her pussy, penetrate her vagina deeply.

Then straightening up quickly, she grabbed the belt of the pajama pants that covered the object of his desires, to pull it along the thighs of her husband.
– My God, you’re all wet! She chuckled, aware that she was the author of the moisture that stained the front of the pajamas.
– Whose fault is it ! Julien Plaisanta.

Fastening with longing lust, stiff and swollen, she had just updated, Germaine gently flatted her palm, before grasping it between her fingers to hold it vertically:
– I like when you’re hard like that, she confessed in a voice already hoarse by desire? I feel like I’m going to feast!
– As each time adds Julien.

– That’s right, darling? Are you good at giving me a real pleasure?
While speaking, Germaine had resumed her initial posture, riding over her husband’s lower abdomen. Cleverly she positioned herself so that the big juicy lips of her pussy are placed in front of the dilated glans of the virile member. Then, in a whine of satisfaction, she dropped, impaling himself deeply on the pal of velvety flesh.
– Oh yes, she moaned? It’s good ‘I feel you to the bottom of the belly? Hhuuummm ‘

Perceiving this well-known wet heat, wrap his member like a hot sheath, Julien experienced an incredible pleasure. His penis and the vagina of his wife fit precisely, as if the two organs had been molded relative to each other. The elastic walls of Germaine’s vulva intimately married the smallest contours of her tail, even pressing them.

Suddenly a wave of pleasure ran through her lower abdomen. Germaine had just started one of his caresses which she had the secret, in fact her erotic specialty. At each of their sexual intercourse, it was always the same process. He should have been used to it, however, he still had the same pleasure. Deeply impaled on her tense cock, Germaine completely motionless, he massaged the penis with the help of the muscles of her vagina …

After a long training where he had served as guinea pig, his sensual wife had managed to contract and relax his intimate muscles at will. Under this special and unusual cajolery, Julien had the impression that the sex of his wife pumped him like a greedy mouth. Feeling the vulva hot and terribly wet suck his penis by pressing it, to release it at once gave Julien an extraordinary pleasure.

Germaine had confessed to having learned this process of a Moroccan cons, with whom she had befriended, at a seminar of lawyers:
During an evening when they came to talk about sex and practices that differentiated their country, Amina had told her about that particular caress she had learned from her grandmother herself.

In fact according to Amina it was quite simple, it was enough to compress the muscles of her vagina, as to stop urination, and then release them to continue to urinate? Amina had advised her to train each time she went to urinate so that the walls of her vagina became muscle.

She leaned against the door she had just closed

she leaned against the door she had just closed

The senses and the mind seriously disturbed by what had happened between her and her son-in-law, she leaned against the door she had just closed, deeply troubled. If the libertine behavior of her son-in-law surprised her to the highest degree, the reaction of her senses to the touching touched her surprised even more. How could she have had pleasure under the insidious touch of her daughter’s husband?

Since he had been in the family fifteen years earlier, Julien had always been loving, but always respectful. She herself had, over the years, considered Julien not as a son-in-law, but rather as a son. What had happened so that the day had begun so well; by an uncontrollable outburst of desire, both from his son-in-law and from his own body.

The alcohol they had drunk heavily had to be responsible for the erotic madness that had seized Julien. He had always been a perfect son-in-law. But on his side, how was it that his libido had so easily succumbed to the daring advances of his son-in-law.

The only reason that could explain such a fact was the long sexual abstinence she had imposed since the death of her husband. When he died, she was so disturbed that nothing had mattered to her anymore. She had completely turned back on herself, contenting herself with living from day to day, without any contact with her neighborhood. Her only outings were the pilgrimages she made twice a week to the cemetery where her husband was buried.

It had been going on for three years when she had met Lucienne, a widow like her, whom she met many times in the cemetery; the latter also coming to rest on the grave of her husband. Two years younger, Lucienne, by his gaiety and good humor had won his sympathy. During their meetings, they had become friends. With his natural joviality, Lucienne had advised him.

She had first given up her mourning clothes for more classic and even more sexy outfits. Subjugated by the charisma of her new friend, she had obeyed him in everything. Thus, Lucienne had forced him to go out more often, taking him to the cinema, the theater or the museum? So that in the space of a few weeks she had been completely transformed, and it had been like a rebirth. Happy with this new friendship, she was far from this moment to suspect how far this relationship would lead her.

The two women had become accustomed to receiving more and more often, either to spend an afternoon having tea or for a lunch at the restaurant. But it was during one of these invitations that his sex life was going to be completely metamorphosed.

That had happened a few months earlier: for the third anniversary of the disappearance of her husband? That day, as soon as she woke up, Monique felt overwhelmed by a distressing nostalgia that had disturbed her all morning. Wishing to fight this depression which undermined her, she had decided to appeal to the only person who could understand and comfort her, her friend Lucienne?
Immediately understanding her affliction, at the sound of her voice on the telephone, Lucienne had immediately invited her to join her, to spend the afternoon with her?

When she showed up at her friend’s house, she received him with a lot of kindness. Easily understanding her pain for having herself undergone at one time, Lucienne had been extremely attentive, surrounding her with affection and tenderness. Wrapping around her waist she had accompanied him to the living room, where she had invited him to settle in the deep fabric sofa. Feeling that friendly hand resting on her hip had already comforted Monique, while giving her a strange pleasure.

Lucienne immediately brought an assortment of pastries, including an appetizing Grand-Marnier chocolate cake and a bottle. Comfortably installed, they had done honor to the treats, momentarily forgetting their usual diets. The bottle did not resist a long time to their gluttony?
Reassured and cheerful by this agape, Monique had let go against the soft back of the sofa.

– It’s better ? Lucienne had asked, hugging him with his right arm and carelessly putting his left hand against his stomach.
– Yes, thank you?
– I’m glad you feel better, then approved Lucienne by drawing him against his shoulder? You know that I’m always there, when you have trouble.
– Yes, I know, Monique had mumbled the heart suddenly filled with emotion.

This massage has now taken an erotic turn

This massage has now taken an erotic turn

After a long time, Helene and I decided to join the hammam. As soon as we enter we are enveloped by the steam. We vaguely see other silhouettes but impossible to see other people. Gradually we feel more and more comfortable and forget our nakedness. After ten minutes the atmosphere becomes more and more difficult to breathe, and after a good shower we return to the rest and relaxation area.

After a while we notice that the sauna is empty. We go there immediately. Helen lies on the second level while I sit at his side. After a few minutes we are joined by an older couple and then by a single man. I see very quickly that the two men have their eyes riveted on the body of Helen who closed her eyes. They devour her and mate her without restraint. This is the first time that I find myself in this situation where my wife offers herself completely naked in the eyes of other men.

On the beach or in the street I had already noticed that men are turning on her, but this time I have conflicting feelings. I feel jealous, having no desire that others can admire it. But on the other hand my pride feels valued to have for me a woman that other men desire.

After the sauna, we go directly to the jacuzzi and we are joined quite quickly by the elderly couple. The man then begins the conversation on a few banalities then looking at Helen directly congratulates her for her beauty and tells him:
– Allow me to congratulate you on your beauty. You have a beautiful body extremely well proportioned with a face full of sweetness. In addition you move with elegance and refinement. Are you a model or model?
Helen answers that she is neither one nor the other. She is an artist and works in the dance world!

The man answers him as a photographer and if she wanted to, he would be happy to be able to photograph it and he promised to leave his business card at the reception if she wanted to contact him.
It’s time for us to go to our massage session.

We enter a large room with two mattresses on the floor. There is an atmosphere of great serenity? Some lit candles give a very soft light while soft music and a few sticks of incense end up creating a relaxing atmosphere.
We are introduced to the two masseuses who will take care of us. Two young women like Indian or Indonesian, with long black hair and black eyes. Not very big and pretty thin. They ask us to sit flat on the belly and bare on tatamis.
They then begin a full body massage. Massage with essential oils not starting the feet and slowly going up on the whole body.

As the massage, I let myself completely go and feel all the stress accumulated for many weeks to leave me. I feel good, relaxed, like living on a small cloud in a wonderful world. This massage is gentle, each muscle is cajoled, and gently massaged. I look back at my wife who is now lying on her back. I realize that her masseuse is stripped and I am surprised at its beauty. She is thin with a very nice slender body and a very beautiful chest, not very big but very firm and round.

She spreads the essential oil and dildoing with her whole body, she uses her bust and belly to massage the body of Helen and gradually pass the legs to the belly of Helen. She then grabs her arms that she gently massages and then lie behind the head. She is now positioned above Helen and begins to rub his chest on the breasts of Helen who now kept her eyes closed.

She slowly opens her eyes, turns to me and looks at me as if to make sure I enjoy the scene and make sure she feels good. The show is very sensual, I am particularly troubled to see the contrast of her two bodies rubbing against each other and see my wife surrender to the caresses of another woman.

This massage has now taken an erotic turn because my side my masseuse is also stripped and I feel her bare butt sitting on the bottom of my back. She massages my legs and her movements have become more and more sensual. I feel his naked body lie on my legs and in a movement back his hands slide along my thighs to brush the closer to the slot of my buttocks. The relaxation phase is over and I feel my excitement grow slowly.

She looks at me bites her lip

She looks at me bites her lip

Emilie fills papers about our work, I wander a little on the other units and then I come back half an hour later. It’s eleven o’clock when I come back to the unit and do not see Emilie. I question some residents but they tell me not to have seen. I look on the desk and seeing the keys I understand that Emilie is not in the bathroom maybe she went to see other staff members.

I go to take the keys and head for the toilets of our unit when a small whine coming from a room supposed empty empowers me. Curious as I am, I walk discreetly and there I am dumbfounded: Emilie lying on the bed of a resident, shutters of the room closed, small light on, masturbating in silence.

From what I can distinguish apparently, the stockings she wore had a special hole and she had not put on either string or shorty or anything.
I watched her completely taped, telling me she was perverse and crazy enough because everyone could spot it. By wanting to change a discreet angle of view, she stops suddenly and sees me.
– Marc whore but what are you doing there? Come in and close the door.
– Sorry … I thought …

I go in, closing the door very red embarrassed, but excited.
– Yeah that’s it I know you had me good, and if you approached closer to see how it is small virgin huh? She told me smiling, masturbating in front of me.
– But are not you crazy here? And your guy then?
– It’s been six years that I take the same tail every night, I have the right to change no? And then I’m not married, well not yet, come on.
– You’re a slut, I said smiling.

I come place between her legs and began to lick her vagina up and down, the latter is already wet so much that I enter two fingers and fingers then.
– Oh damn yes it’s good, it’s true that you know how to do with the pussies, gasps Emilie, without shouting but we can hear the pleasure in his voice.
– I see you wet well, it comes alone, I say licking the clit slowly.

– Oh yes, oh damn, go ahead Marc take me there, I can not, I fuck.
– Well no I’m a virgin you said, you must teach me, I said smiling continuing to lick, my fingers come and go very quickly in it, we even hear the flock come and go.
– Oh damn I’m going to explode, get out of it quickly, she said shouting a little hard then.
– Shhhhhhhhh … Join me in the bathroom in 5 minutes, otherwise we can not leave the guys alone.
– Your interest to come …

I’m leaving on the unit seeing if everyone is fine, then seeing the time 11:15, I go to the toilet which I close the door, but not locked. I hear Emilie answer a question then nothing, I sit on the toilet bowl sex very hard. Decidedly in my head, I tell myself that I work with sluts. Emilie enters and locks the door, then rushes on my penis she begins to suck. But after 5 minutes she gets up and positions herself on it and starts impaling on it.
– Oh damn, oh yesii Marc as she is good your tail, she whispers in my ear.
– You see I’m not a virgin, I said smiling kissing him in a torrid way.

My cock returns fully in her pussy and Emilie starts to go up and down quickly. I moan with pleasure in his ear then.
– Ahh yesii Emilie you excite me too much, I’ll soon enjoy if you continue.
– Go ahead, fill me pussy, I love to feel full of cum …
– Do not you prefer in the mouth?

– Do not worry I take the pill … And then I feel that you will fill me well …
She continues to go faster on my cock see even very quickly, I start to push a “Ohhh” sign of my enjoyment but Emilie eat my mouth and accelerates even more. I start to explode in it abundantly, but still continues to get screwed vagina by my cock. I watch her do it, she knows how to do it, I do not even debauch.

– Who told you that I did not want a double dose and in addition I feel you’re still hard said to me warmly.
– But stop everyone will pick us up …
Suddenly his phone rings in the pocket of his mini skirt. While continuing to jump on my cock, she answers:
– Hello … Yes my heart … Yes always at work you know well.
I am red with shame but excited, she smiles at me.
– Ah yes very hard this morning, yes … My headache? it goes up, it goes down.

She smiled and continued to jump on my cock.
– Yeah, it’s clear that you were not sure yesterday, you’re lucky, I’m not going to see other cocks.
I then smiled, slowly feeling a second orgasm approach, not knowing that I could enjoy twice in a row. It accelerates back and forth on my cock, it makes noise itself.
– It’s nothing, a resident who likes to hit the wall.
She looks at me bites her lip.

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His penis made particularly sensitive because of the excitement

His penis made particularly sensitive because of the excitement

Perceiving this well-known wet heat, wrap his member like a hot sheath, Julien experienced an incredible pleasure. His penis and the vagina of his wife fit precisely, as if the two organs had been molded relative to each other. The elastic walls of Germaine’s vulva intimately married the smallest contours of her tail, even pressing them.

Suddenly a wave of pleasure ran through her lower abdomen. Germaine had just started one of his caresses which she had the secret, in fact her erotic specialty. At each of their sexual intercourse, it was always the same process. He should have been used to it, however, he still had the same pleasure.

Deeply impaled on her tense cock, Germaine completely motionless, he massaged the penis with the help of the muscles of her vagina … After a long training where he had served as guinea pig, his sensual wife had managed to contract and relax his intimate muscles at will. Under this special and unusual cajolery, Julien had the impression that the sex of his wife pumped him like a greedy mouth. Feeling the vulva hot and terribly wet suck his penis by pressing it, to release it at once gave Julien an extraordinary pleasure.

Germaine had confessed to having learned this process of a Moroccan cons, with whom she had befriended, at a seminar of lawyers:
During an evening when they came to talk about sex and practices that differentiated their country, Amina had told her about that particular caress she had learned from her grandmother herself. In fact according to Amina it was quite simple, it was enough to compress the muscles of her vagina, as to stop urination, and then release them to continue to urinate?

Amina had advised her to train each time she went to urinate so that the walls of her vagina were muscled. The same evening, Germaine had tried, in the secrecy of her hotel room, to put into practice the method of her Moroccan mind. During her intimate toilet, squatting over the bidet, she had pushed his middle finger inside her vulva, and had forced the muscles of her vagina to contract. She felt a slight pressure around her finger, proof that Amina’s words were correct.

Desiring to achieve a result as soon as possible, Germaine had forced herself to train as much as possible and that in the most varied places. Sitting at her desk to consult files or during long meetings in the law office, she forced herself to actuate her intimate muscles; in the public transport also, whether sitting or standing, during the whole journey, she forced the muscles of her vagina to excessive gymnastics?

By dint of regular training, she had managed, one day when she was alone at home, to maintain a banana stuck in her sex by the sole force of her internal muscles. Delighted by the enormous progress she had made for a few minutes with the fruit stuck in her vulva without it falling down? After a few weeks, feeling particularly fit, she had reiterated the experience, but this time peeling the banana.

Strongly pressed by his intimate flesh, the fruit had been crushed, a real marmalade; at that moment, she had regretted the absence of her husband. It would have had the first taste of a new nectar: ​​its vaginal liquor with banana flavor. She was so proud that she immediately informed Amina by email ‘

Since each sexual relationship he had with his wife, Julien was truly blissful. In those moments, he realized that no other woman could have brought him so much pleasure.
But this evening strangely, his wife was particularly expert in his art. Never had his rod been so frenetically kneaded by the burning walls of a vulva abundantly liquefied.

His penis made particularly sensitive because of the excitement, echoed in his lower abdomen and throughout his body, the heat torrid vaginal secretions that enveloped him. The pleasure due to this vaginal furnace was of such intensity, that Julien had to make enormous efforts of concentration in order to resist the enjoyment he felt pointing … But after a few minutes of this maddening treatment, he had to go to the obvious; he might not be able to stop long orgasm that he felt born at the level of his balls.
“Stop,” he growled at last.

– Why ? Minauda Germaine maliciously, still stopping all contractions of her vagina ‘You do not like?
– You know very well that it is not that, defended Julien, persuaded that his wife had understood his emotion? If you continue like this, you are likely to end prematurely our little game ‘
– Ha, that’s not a question!

Mouth had come to rest gently on hers

mouth had come to rest gently on hers

It had been going on for three years when she had met Lucienne, a widow like her, whom she met many times in the cemetery; the latter also coming to rest on the grave of her husband. Two years younger, Lucienne, by his gaiety and good humor had won his sympathy. During their meetings, they had become friends. With his natural joviality, Lucienne had advised him. She had first given up her mourning clothes for more classic and even more sexy outfits. Subjugated by the charisma of her new friend, she had obeyed him in everything.

Thus, Lucienne had forced him to go out more often, taking him to the cinema, the theater or the museum? So that in the space of a few weeks she had been completely transformed, and it had been like a rebirth. Happy with this new friendship, she was far from this moment to suspect how far this relationship would lead her.

The two women had become accustomed to receiving more and more often, either to spend an afternoon having tea or for a lunch at the restaurant. But it was during one of these invitations that his sex life was going to be completely metamorphosed.
That had happened a few months earlier: for the third anniversary of the disappearance of her husband?

That day, as soon as she woke up, Monique felt overwhelmed by a distressing nostalgia that had disturbed her all morning. Wishing to fight this depression which undermined her, she had decided to appeal to the only person who could understand and comfort her, her friend Lucienne?
Immediately understanding her affliction, at the sound of her voice on the telephone, Lucienne had immediately invited her to join her, to spend the afternoon with her?

When she showed up at her friend’s house, she received him with a lot of kindness. Easily understanding her pain for having herself undergone at one time, Lucienne had been extremely attentive, surrounding her with affection and tenderness. Wrapping around her waist she had accompanied him to the living room, where she had invited him to settle in the deep fabric sofa. Feeling that friendly hand resting on her hip had already comforted Monique, while giving her a strange pleasure.

Comfortably installed, they had done honor to the treats, momentarily forgetting their usual diets. The bottle did not resist a long time to their gluttony?
Reassured and cheerful by this agape, Monique had let go against the soft back of the sofa.
– It’s better ? Lucienne had asked, hugging him with his right arm and carelessly putting his left hand against his stomach.

– Yes, thank you?
– I’m glad you feel better, then approved Lucienne by drawing him against his shoulder? You know that I’m always there, when you have trouble.
– Yes, I know, Monique had mumbled the heart suddenly filled with emotion.

To feel so surrounded by tenderness and affection, all that she had missed so much for three years, Monique had experienced an immense feeling of tenderness towards her friend. So when she had begun to cover her face with light kisses, she had accepted him, amused and delighted by this mark of friendship. Bewitched by the warmth with which Lucienne surrounded her, she did not immediately notice that the hand of the latter had landed on his knee widely discovered by his sitting position.

The kisses more and more supported by Lucienne kept her in a languorous well-being. Pleasant chills ran through him even the epidermis. So when Lucienne’s mouth had come to rest gently on hers, she had accepted with a small moan of happiness. It had been so long since his lips had received the homage of a kiss? A kind of drunkenness had pushed him to accept this contact.

At the same time that the language of Lucienne tried to force the dam of her teeth, Monique had perceived a prying graze on the inside of her thighs. At first surprised by this bold initiative on the part of the one she considered her friend, Monique had not yet tried to escape this touch.

It had been so long since a hand had come to explore the outskirts of her sex. Certainly, she would certainly have had to revolt, refuse this caress out of nature. But the sensual torpor in which she bathed was so agreeable, that she did not have the will to reject the indecent touch of her friend. On the contrary, his senses suddenly in turmoil demanded more daring on the part of the latter.

After a while we notice that the sauna is empty

After a while we notice that the sauna is empty

Helen is not very enthusiastic, it embarrasses to find herself completely naked in public. Against this and on my insistence she agrees to try the experiment.
So we go through the locker room and then we go to the room of rest and relaxation. The decor is very nice, we settle in very comfortable chairs and despite the tropical heat we stay wrapped in our bathrobes. We take some time to get used to the situation and observe how things are going. There are few people and the few members move from one place to another without looking at us and shamelessly.

After a long time, Helene and I decided to join the hammam. As soon as we enter we are enveloped by the steam. We vaguely see other silhouettes but impossible to see other people. Gradually we feel more and more comfortable and forget our nakedness. After ten minutes the atmosphere becomes more and more difficult to breathe, and after a good shower we return to the rest and relaxation area.

After a while we notice that the sauna is empty. We go there immediately. Helen lies on the second level while I sit at his side. After a few minutes we are joined by an older couple and then by a single man. I see very quickly that the two men have their eyes riveted on the body of Helen who closed her eyes. They devour her and mate her without restraint.

This is the first time that I find myself in this situation where my wife offers herself completely naked in the eyes of other men. On the beach or in the street I had already noticed that men are turning on her, but this time I have conflicting feelings. I feel jealous, having no desire that others can admire it. But on the other hand my pride feels valued to have for me a woman that other men desire.

After the sauna, we go directly to the jacuzzi and we are joined quite quickly by the elderly couple. The man then begins the conversation on a few banalities then looking at Helen directly congratulates her for her beauty and tells him:
– Allow me to congratulate you on your beauty. You have a beautiful body extremely well proportioned with a face full of sweetness. In addition you move with elegance and refinement. Are you a model or model?
Helen answers that she is neither one nor the other. She is an artist and works in the dance world!

The man answers him as a photographer and if she wanted to, he would be happy to be able to photograph it and he promised to leave his business card at the reception if she wanted to contact him.
It’s time for us to go to our massage session.
We enter a large room with two mattresses on the floor. There is an atmosphere of great serenity? Some lit candles give a very soft light while soft music and a few sticks of incense end up creating a relaxing atmosphere.

We are introduced to the two masseuses who will take care of us. Two young women like Indian or Indonesian, with long black hair and black eyes. Not very big and pretty thin. They ask us to sit flat on the belly and bare on tatamis.
They then begin a full body massage. Massage with essential oils not starting the feet and slowly going up on the whole body.

As the massage, I let myself completely go and feel all the stress accumulated for many weeks to leave me. I feel good, relaxed, like living on a small cloud in a wonderful world. This massage is gentle, each muscle is cajoled, and gently massaged. I look back at my wife who is now lying on her back. I realize that her masseuse is stripped and I am surprised at its beauty.

She is thin with a very nice slender body and a very beautiful chest, not very big but very firm and round. She spreads the essential oil and doing with her whole body, she uses her bust and belly to massage the body of Helen and gradually pass the legs to the belly of Helen. She then grabs her arms that she gently massages and then lie behind the head.

She is now positioned above Helen and begins to rub his chest on the breasts of Helen who now kept her eyes closed. She slowly opens her eyes, turns to me and looks at me as if to make sure I enjoy the scene and make sure she feels good. The show is very sensual, I am particularly troubled to see the contrast of her two bodies rubbing against each other and see my wife surrender to the caresses of another woman.

Then rushes on my penis she begins to suck

then rushes on my penis she begins to suck

That morning, then, Emilie confessed to me that she had had a bad night full of hassle and that she had gone to sleep at her mother’s house, hence the outfit she was wearing. Curious as I am, I put a thousand questions and understood that Emilie’s companion had preferred to play the console rather than do his duty as a male.

– But it’ll get better Emilie see, it does not mean that he does not want you, I say reassuring him while smiling admiring his chest as I could.
– Yeah I hope for him what, he left me on the floor, it’s horrible, she answers me.
– Yes but you at least you have enough to satisfy your sexual needs, I’m all alone, I say then laughing.
– Oh yes I forgot you were a virgin, she told me starting to laugh frankly.
– Ah ah ah very funny I’m not virgin pffff, I say a little annoyed.

– But of course, you’re virgin, you can not even get a bitch …
– Ah well it’s sure that if you came like that warm me, I’ll catch you huh?
– Do not take your dreams for your realities Marc, she told me.
– Ah you would be a virgin Emilie? I said smiling, trying to annoy him.
– Me no, but you yes.
– I’m sure I do better love than your boyfriend.
– Stop a bit of your nonsense.

Emilie fills papers about our work, I wander a little on the other units and then I come back half an hour later. It’s eleven o’clock when I come back to the unit and do not see Emilie. I question some residents but they tell me not to have seen. I look on the desk and seeing the keys I understand that Emilie is not in the bathroom maybe she went to see other staff members. I go to take the keys and head for the toilets of our unit when a small whine coming from a room supposed empty empowers me.

Curious as I am, I walk discreetly and there I am dumbfounded: Emilie lying on the bed of a resident, shutters of the room closed, small light on, masturbating in silence.

From what I can distinguish apparently, the stockings she wore had a special hole and she had not put on either string or shorty or anything.
I watched her completely taped, telling me she was perverse and crazy enough because everyone could spot it. By wanting to change a discreet angle of view, she stops suddenly and sees me.
– Marc whore but what are you doing there? Come in and close the door.
– Sorry … I thought …
I go in, closing the door very red embarrassed, but excited.

– Yeah that’s it I know you had me good, and if you approached closer to see how it is small virgin huh? She told me smiling, masturbating in front of me.
– But are not you crazy here? And your guy then?
– It’s been six years that I take the same tail every night, I have the right to change no? And then I’m not married, well not yet, come on.
– You’re a slut, I said smiling.

I come place between her legs and began to lick her vagina up and down, the latter is already wet so much that I enter two fingers and fingers then.
– Oh damn yes it’s good, it’s true that you know how to do with the pussies, gasps Emilie, without shouting but we can hear the pleasure in his voice.
– I see you wet well, it comes alone, I say licking the clit slowly.

– Oh yes, oh damn, go ahead Marc take me there, I can not, I fuck.
– Well no I’m a virgin you said, you must teach me, I said smiling continuing to lick, my fingers come and go very quickly in it, we even hear the flock come and go.
– Oh damn I’m going to explode, get out of it quickly, she said shouting a little hard then.
– Shhhhhh … Join me in the bathroom in 5 minutes, otherwise we can not leave the guys alone.
– Your interest to come …

I’m leaving on the unit seeing if everyone is fine, then seeing the time 11:15, I go to the toilet which I close the door, but not locked. I hear Emilie answer a question then nothing, I sit on the toilet bowl sex very hard. Decidedly in my head, I tell myself that I work with sluts. Emilie enters and locks the door, then rushes on my penis she begins to suck. But after 5 minutes she gets up and positions herself on it and starts impaling on it.
– Oh damn, oh yesii Marc as she is good your tail, she whispers in my ear.
– You see I’m not a virgin, I said smiling kissing him in a torrid way.

My cock returns fully in her pussy and Emilie starts to go up and down quickly. I moan with pleasure in his ear then.
– Ahh yesii Emilie you excite me too much, I’ll soon enjoy if you continue.
– Go ahead, fill me pussy, I love to feel full of cum …
– Do not you prefer in the mouth?
– Do not worry I take the pill … And then I feel that you will fill me well …

Spoke to me alternately with my breasts

spoke to me alternately with my breasts

I tried the first boots that had a zipper. Jeff helped me put them on and slowly zipped up. He touched the bare skin of my leg. I did not say anything but I shuddered. I got up and walked with these brown boots with 7-8 cm heels. Elegant and wise model but that suits me well for the work. Looking in the mirror I saw that Jeff was matting me intensely. I came back saying:
– Not really the right dress to try boots.
He answered me:
– But not at all it’s very fashionable a tight dress like that with boots. It suits you perfectly.

I let him take off those boots slowly, keeping his legs crossed. Then to put the following (without zipper) I had to open a little more thighs and I know he was looking at the highest.
– You have perfect legs to wear boots.
I got up and went to the mirror. The store was almost empty at this time and I took the opportunity to sway and walk in a sexy way. These boots were almost flat in the rider style.

At the hump in his pants, I knew he enjoyed the view.
– You walk like a manikin and show off your outfit.
As I sat down again, I said to him:
– These boots are not really sexy. Do you have something else to recommend?
He quickly returned with two boxes.

The first boots had a heel compensates about 12cm. Really very high. I threaded them with the help of Jeff’s hands, which almost climbed to my crotch by “accident”. By accident I brushed the bump in his pants with my bare foot. He let me do it then whispered:
– You have a crazy effect on me.
Once the boots put, I walk in the radius not without evil. Then came back:
– I almost fell with them.
He opened the last box to show DVF boots in black velvet too but rising above the knee: The heels were thin and 10cm.
– God, I would not dare to wear these in public!

He looked me straight in the eyes.
– And in private?
I smiled at him and looking him straight in the eyes said to him:
– Do you want a private parade?
– That would be fantastic.
I put my normal shoes back slowly, letting him caress me. We went to the cashier to pay for the first boots I tried.

I took a piece of paper or I wrote the number of my room and the name of the hotel.
– Do you deliver samples at home?
– For you anywhere!
– In 30 minutes then.
30 minutes later, he knocked on the door of my room just after I came back.
I let him in with his 4 boxes of boots.

Those who read my previous stories know that my outfit affects my mood and attitude a lot. You also know that I am very receptive to the appreciation of a man or men for my outfit. I try to stay classy but sexy. This young and handsome man being interested in my outfit and complimenting it constantly excited me a lot.

He opened a first box and I sat down immediately. He pulled out a pair of soft black leather boots. The stiletto heels were about 8 or 9 cm and everything was quite my style, not brilliant, relatively classy but still very sexy. He helped me put them on while caressing the inside of my thighs. I walked around the room to admire me and his comments showed that he was looking forward to taking care of me.

I came back to sit down to change the boots but he focused on my body this time. He spread my legs to rest on the corridors of the chair. He spread my black thong lace and stroked my pussy. He introduced one and two fingers of one hand while grasping my breasts with the other. I allowed myself to appreciate this attention.
He licked my clit, which made me crazy.

I lowered the top of my dress with difficulty because it is tight. Finally my breasts were available to him and he went up to chew them. I felt he was putting on a condom and I was a little disappointed with how little time he was getting ready. I did not have time to say anything because it penetrated me slowly. His height was more than honorable and he spread my legs to penetrate more easily. He took my boots off my ankles and spread my legs wide. He nibbled at my health and sucked as he slowly slid inside me. He picked up speed and spoke to me alternately with my breasts.

– Hoo you’re sexy, you’re beautiful, you’re close and tight.
After a few minutes he pushed my legs back towards the head still holding my ankles. He began to stuff me wildly and with a groan, he enjoys. A little fast and disappointing for me.
He asked me if I wanted to try another pair. I thought it would excite him to finish me.

We are quickly naked on the bed

We are quickly naked on the bed

The message is enticing, I call back immediately. After a few banalities getting started:
– So you have things to tell me?
– Yes, I met a boy.
– It is very good. So tell me everything, I want all the crisp details’
It’s me who pays for the communication, she can afford to be talkative.
– Well, then, I was flirted by a host of the campsite.

He is a little old, in the 30 years, but well done. Among other things, he takes care of giving aquatic gymnastics lessons in the swimming pool. I was really happy that he was interested in me when there were lots of other girls.
He offered me a drink after the activity. And then he invited me to visit his bungalow. I initially refused, because I knew what idea he had behind the head. But I thought back to what you had told me, so I ended up accepting it.
I accompanied him and we slept together. Here.

It’s a story too short for me:
– But what did you do?
– Ben, he penetrated me and then after I sucked. That’s all.
The girls do not know how to tell the stories of fucking, they do not give any importance to what excites us men: the vicious dialogues, the size of the cock, the indecent proposals, the cries, the quantity of semen, swallowed or no,? I ask her:
– Have you enjoyed?
– No. But it was not bad.

– And you’ll see him again?
– I do not believe. He’s a real bastard! You realize, he told me that he rarely slept twice with the same girl. At the campsite he has the choice, his expression is: He has only to bend down to kiss. By cons, this bastard told me that if I was interested, he could introduce me to his friends. They often pass on their conquests. What a junk!
It’s not me who will criticize these seducing campsites!
– Why not accept his offer. After all, his friends may be very good shots! You do not have much to lose. You are free ! Enjoy.

I insinuated the doubt at home. She is hesitating :
– But these men treat women as objects!
I answer him:
– How important, if you treat these men as objects. Only count your pleasure! If you have fun and if you have orgasms, it does not matter if they are idiots.
It makes her laugh.
There you go ! Another girl turned into a slut!
To conclude “I hope that next time you will have things harder to tell me. I have to leave you now. I kiss you. ”

I’m getting ready now for Sarah. I cut my nails well. I go back to the supermarket to buy a tube of lube and other stuff.
In a department, I fall on Françoise. We chat a little. She confirms our appointment tomorrow night. It will be a farewell party just before I leave.
I ask about our project orgy. She told Alain about it, but he is opposed to it.
– He is afraid that you take a liking to my big cock.
This vulgar remark amuses him.

I look around me, there is nobody. I whisper to him:
– I want you! Now !
She answers me:
– You are crazy ! Not here. There are surveillance cameras everywhere.
– Can we go to the women’s bathroom?
– No, we risk being caught.

And then there’s Alain who is at the store today?
In fact, I do not really want to fuck her. What I wanted to know is if she, she wanted to. And how far she was ready to go. I have my answer. If I had insisted a little, she would have accepted that I pull in a dark corner of the store with customers who pass by!
I leave her and go home.
I prepare drinks, I put condoms and lubricant on hand. It rings the doorbell. I turn on the camera.

Sarah throws herself on me like a drug addict missing.
She is dressed very “sex” a white dress very short and tight with an endless neckline that can showcase her big boobs, and feet with stiletto heels. Like a luxury whore who goes to work. I hate this kind of accoutrement, but she did it to make me happy too I play admiring guy. I who gave her a score of 20/20 so far, she just lost 2 points.
In addition she tells me to excite me:
– You know, I did not wear panties.
I check immediately by lifting her dress. She says true! She regains her 2 points!

In fact I learn that she just removed in the elevator, she would not have dared to walk “buttocks” in the street. It loses 1 point.
Yesterday’s session it was unjoined, she is loose! She gives herself the air of a strict teacher, but it is to hide her true personality: A girl who loves to have fun, who loves sex, who likes to excite men.

We are quickly naked on the bed, I do not have much to remove and she either. We cuddle (caresses, fingering, licking, sucking).