Read Dirty To MeChapter 4
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Layla only got to feel that warm internal bath of Bob's semen once more that night. That is not to say she didn't shake and moan through more orgasms. Quite the contrary. While Bob could only manage a really decent erection one more time that night, there was nothing wrong with his mouth and fingers, and they played over her body like Liberace showing off on TV.
Eventually they slept.
And, of course, eventually ... they woke.
Bob's waking was a little different than Layla's. A lifetime of having to get up, go places and do things, sometimes at very odd times of the morning and night, had resulted in Bob being a morning person. Typically, when he woke, his eyes opened, he sat up, and within fifteen seconds he was out of bed and moving. This morning wasn't really any different, even though he was in a strange house and, therefore, had to alter his usual morning routine.
He hadn't brought a toothbrush, so he simply used some toothpaste on his finger, working it around and getting rid of the odor he knew was there. He looked in the mirror. The pot belly was still there, of course. He tried to suck it in, but it was long past the point where that resembled anything close to flat. He still had his muscle. It hadn't softened and drooped yet. His eyes drifted lower in the mirror.
His penis was pulled in fairly tight, probably because of the coolness of the ambient air after he got out of the warm bed. It looked to be about three inches long, and he was glad she couldn't see it right at this moment. He marveled at the fact that that feisty young filly back there in the bedroom had accepted him as a mate, however fleeting that acceptance was likely to be. Last night had been one of those once in a lifetime moments. He would never forget last night. On cold winter nights, he'd huddle under blankets and relive last night a thousand times.
He thought about rummaging around in the kitchen to see what he could rustle up for breakfast, but then decided not to. Some women are fairly territorial about their kitchens.
Instead, he went back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, examining the fascinating woman who had tumbled pell mell into his life.
She was beautiful in repose. Her face was so smooth. No wrinkles, either from age or laughter or frowns marred her face. Her nose was a little crooked, but instead of detracting from her beauty, it made her seem more real somehow. As he stared at her he realized how easy it would be to fall head over heels for her. He already had, in some ways. He didn't feel like she was "his," but he felt an astonishingly strong urge to protect her. The last time he'd felt that urge was when he gazed at the sleeping face of his daughter, when she was much younger than Layla was. Like that little girl had been, this big girl seemed much more precious than mere diamonds, or gold, or any amount of money.
He grinned as he remembered what it was like to feel like the bull. He was glad there weren't any younger competing bulls around. He knew he wouldn't fare well in that situation. Yet, the way she had given herself to him the night before was immensely satisfying.
But it wasn't the sex that made him want to never leave her side. He was thinking about what it WAS when her eyes opened and she looked at him.
"You got up," she said. There was plainly accusation in her voice.
"I get up every day," he said, smiling.
"You left me all alone."
"I'm a beast," he admitted.
"You ARE!" she moaned. "Come back to bed."
"You have a little boy to get up, and we have work to go to."
"Do you ever say anything nice to a woman after you almost kill her?"
"I didn't almost kill you," he laughed. "If anything, I'm the one who should be hobbling around, leaning on a cane."
"I need kisses," she pouted.
He leaned down and shut her up by kissing her for the next minute. When he sat back up, her eyes were closed and she was smiling.
"That's much better. Come back to bed."
"I should whip the covers off of you and drag you out of bed," he warned.
"You do and you'll never climb between my lily white thighs again, mister!" Her face was still smooth. She was waking up, though, and beginning to get feisty.
Instead of keeping it going, Bob just stood up, grabbed the clothes he had brought to wear that day, and left the room.
He did feel like he could probably get away with making coffee. He was in the process of pouring the water when she shuffled into the kitchen in big fluffy slippers and a robe. She came to him for a hug.
"Why did you leave?" she complained.
"When a man is threatened like that, he takes things very seriously," said Bob, his voice level.
"I didn't mean it," she complained. "Why do you think I wanted you to come back to bed?"
"To cuddle," he said.
"OK," she admitted. "But what's wrong with that? I like to cuddle with you."
"Cuddling leads to other things," he said.
"Why do you think women like to cuddle so much?" she asked, her face pressed to his chest.
His hands slid down her back to firm, round globes, and he squeezed them.
"That's all the cuddling you get," he said into her hair.
"Not fair!" she moaned into his chest.
"For now," he added. "We have chapter five to do today, you know."
Her head came up, and her eyes were shining.
Ten minutes later she was dressed and getting Aidan up and ready to go, while yelling down the hall to Bob, telling him what to fix for breakfast.
Charles was there when they got there. He looked a little haggard.
"If it's all the same to you two, I'm just going to turn on the recorders and go get some coffee or something."
"You trust us that much?" asked Bob.
"I took what you've done so far home with me," he said. "I did a little editing and threw something together, and played it for my wife."
"And?" Layla looked tense.
"She almost killed me," he sighed.
"She didn't like it?" Layla's face fell.
"Are you kidding?" asked Charles, looking shocked. "You two could probably read Goldilocks and the Three Bears — just as it's written — and with the right editing, make a porn masterpiece. I haven't had that much sex in years."
"Ohhhhh," sighed Layla. "Well congratulations!"
"Anyway, I need coffee, and if I have to listen to you two this morning I might just faint dead away when all the blood goes to my..." He stopped and blushed. "Just do your thing, OK?"
They were already intimately aware of what chapter five was going to be like. Of course, it had been written with them in the setting of petting on the couch in Mr. Wilson's living room. They started by kissing and his hands did the same things they had done before.
Over the course of two pages, she ended up naked, lying back on the couch with one leg up on the back of it and the other hanging off on the floor, while he ate her pussy.
"Megan," Mr. Wilson groaned. "I have to do this."
The text had him crawling up between her legs, with his stiff prick hanging out of his pants.
She tried to object, reminding him she was a virgin, but her hands encouraged him, reaching for his stiff penis and using it to rub her clitty, and it was only a matter of sentences before he started pushing into her.
She was supposed to make sounds of pain ... complaints of being stretched, at first, as he pressed ever inward into her untried sexual slit. Then she was supposed to slowly decide that it didn't hurt as much, eventually deciding that this was the best thing of all as he rutted into her.
Wilson was actually being selfish, satisfying himself, for once, as he ravaged her virgin pussy, but she ended up not caring and loving it.
Of course, in the studio, the problem was there was no couch. There was no place for them to lie down at all, because the microphones wouldn't reach the floor.
"This isn't working," whispered Layla as Bob fingerfucked her, trying to help her be able to say her lines with some real feeling.
"We don't have much choice," he whispered back.
She solved that problem by lifting her skirt and pushing his pants down to his thighs. She spread her legs and made him squat enough to get the tip of his cock into her pussy mouth.
"Stand up," she whispered into his ear.
When he did, she was suspended on his prick. Her legs went around him and her arms went around his neck.
"Ohhhhhhh, I feel so stretched!" she moaned into the microphone.
"You'll get used to it ... I promise," panted Bob.
It was a lot of work to have sex standing up. Bob's back did a little complaining and he wished he could pin her to a wall, just to ease the strain. It lent a bit of authenticity to his groans. Meanwhile, having his prick in her was all she needed to sound like she was being deflowered.
Again, after they were done, and while his spunk was drooling down her thigh, they read through all the lines again, to ensure that the ones they'd missed were there. That they were both still panting made it sound realistic.
After they got paid and left Bob didn't give her a chance to invite him over.
"I've got something I have to do tonight," he said. "See you tomorrow?"
"Ohhhh," she obviously complained. "I guess so."
That was the problem, as Bob thought about things after they went their separate ways. He was liking this too much, and she was too. Their relationship had rocketed ahead in the last few days. He was besotted with this vibrant young woman ... this single woman ... this woman that he wanted to be with for the foreseeable future. And she was exhibiting the same foolish tendencies.
As a fantasy, it was delightful. The idea of being around a fresh, intelligent, young and sexy woman ... a woman who welcomed him between her legs ... that was a terrific fantasy for a man on his way to being over the hill. The lessons he had learned over his lifetime made this immeasurably better than it probably would have been had he met her and they were both the same age. Both of them were benefiting from his learning those lessons.
But as reality, it was a recipe for disaster. He was thirty some odd years older than she was. Eventually the differences between them would rear their ugly heads and the relationship would be strained. It was inevitable ... wasn't it?
And, if that happened, it would devastate him. To lose something as precious as she was ... for it to go bad ... would be like finding out you had cancer and were going to die. Better by far to just nip things in the bud, and have the sweet memories of what they'd shared to warm him on cold nights in the future.
She was young and flexible. That they had been able to make love standing up like that was due more to her athleticism than his own abilities. He wasn't really enough man for her ... or at least she deserved a lot more than he could provide at his age. There were a thousand men her own age who would love to have what she was giving Bob. She'd be fine. And he'd have the memories. He'd get through the next couple of days, acting things out and wallowing in that fantastic emotion she sprayed in every direction. Then he'd go on about his business and leave her to an as yet unidentified man she deserved.
He went home and checked his mail. There was a lot of email to answer, so he took care of that. He worked on a couple of projects, thinking about Layla. It helped his work immensely.
Chapter six involved Bob teaching Megan how to ride a man ... and what it felt like to be taken from behind.
Charles was quite unabashed about how this would affect him too. He'd reviewed what they'd done with chapter five, and had tried using a checklist to simply listen for the needed things and check them off, as opposed to sitting and listening to two people having sex. It was clear by the circles under his eyes that the checklist idea was only partially successful. So, as he had done the day before, he left the recorder running and went and did other things while they laid down the tracks.
Layla had worn a skirt again. As soon as Charles closed the door, Layla wanted a kiss. Bob's hands slid down her back again, this time over cloth, until he got to the backs of her thighs. As he slid them back up, he found those beautiful round butt cheeks still naked.
"Mmmmm," he breathed into her mouth. "You're being naughty again today."
"I've been corrupted by a dirty old man," she said, her lips still touching his. She finished the kiss and pushed him away.
"We have work to do," she said firmly.
"Ride 'em cowgirl," said Bob, grinning.
Since the script called for Megan to sit on Mr. Wilson's lap, while they necked, Layla improvised by having Bob sit on a stool, while she climbed up and straddled him. He didn't think it was going to work, at first, but she was so limber that she could use her feet on the rungs of the stool, even while her thighs were spread. She flipped the microphones on and then read her script over his shoulder. She immediately started grinding her pussy against his lump.
"You're going to stain my pants," he said.
"Don't adlib," she whispered into his ear. Then she licked it.
Bob ignored her.
"Megan, honey, with you sitting on my lap with no panties on, it's going to make a stain."
Layla's next line was supposed to be, "I like sitting on your lap, Bob."
"If you took them off, I wouldn't stain them," she said instead.
Had Charles been in the mixing room, he would have heard the rustle of clothes, and the sound of two shoes being dropped on the floor.
But he wasn't there, of course.
Layla settled back onto Bob's lap. She didn't need to use her feet to hang on this time. She was firmly planted on Bob's hard cock.
They got back on script and, to Bob's amazement, Layla had an orgasm at exactly the same moment that Megan was supposed to have one. When she came down from that, she started using those amazing muscles on him, while she read.
Bob glanced ahead and saw that Bob's orgasm wasn't due for another page. He grinned, stimulated by the challenge of trying to wait, when all he really wanted to do was blast Layla full of love juice.
He almost made it. She was too good, though, and he had to skip a whole paragraph just to be able to say: "Megan ... honey ... I'm cumming."
"I loooove it when you cum in me," Layla murmured, her voice right on the foam cover of the microphone.
Bob was done for a while and they both knew it. Layla simply announced to the person who wasn't listening that they were going to do another take. She flipped back, and they read through all the lines again, this time reading them verbatim. They skipped over the parts where there were moans and groans. Those were already on tape and could be spliced in wherever Charles wanted them.
When they got back from lunch, Charles was there, eating a sandwich. He looked up at them as they came into the sound booth.
"Going back and re-reading the lines was a good idea," he said. "The author has been very understanding about ... um ... straying dialogue, but this gives me so much more to work with."
"You're welcome, Charlie," said Layla, smiling. "We wouldn't have to do that, except that sometimes the emotion of the moment kind of grabs us and..."
Charles held up a hand. "Stop! You're giving me more information than I need ... or want. Just do your thing. I got a CD for my birthday that I haven't had time to listen to yet. You two just do your thing and I'll get caught up on that."
Inside the booth Layla turned to Bob.
"It's like he doesn't like listening to us," she said.
"Sweetie," said Bob patiently. "The only reason I don't go insane is because I get to do something about it. He has to just sit there and listen."
"Oh," she said. "I didn't think about it like that." She looked at him for a few seconds. "Are you revived enough to help me through the next part?"
"I think I know how Charles feels," sighed Bob.
"We only did it once ... this morning," said Layla, pouting.
"You just be careful when I tell you to bend over," said Bob, waving the script at her. "I might have a little surprise for you when you do."
"Surprise," whispered Bob as he slid his prick into Layla's sopping pussy. She was bent over, her feet spread three feet apart, and holding herself up with her hands on a stool. She had pulled her mike boom down so that the mike was right by her mouth.
"Mmmmmm, Bob," she cooed into the mike. "This feels really different. I think I like it this way."
"You feel so good," huffed Bob, into his own microphone, which was suspended over her back.
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‘Damn it!’Trish scowled at the night. She was frustrated and couldn't sleep. Each time she closed her eyes that morning's fortuitous rendezvous with Heather replayed in steamy detail. Fingers, scents, and wet pussies. Lips, tastes, and tongues. Instead of relaxed and sleepy, Trish was hot and bothered, and she now had to deal with it.She reached for her laptop and drafted a message to Dylan, her private club's manager. He'd understand. Even though Trish didn't provide him with much detail, only...
HardcoreI know he’s there, even if he isn’t.What I mean is that I can never know if he’s there, but he’s so real in my mind that he’s always there when I perform.Oh dear, I’m not explaining this very well, am I?It’s like this. My husband, John, spends every other working week abroad. I’ve never had any reason to imagine that he’s been anything other than completely faithful to me, but at the same time I’m a realist. I know that things can happen, that temptation can ensnare. Where does that line come...
Wife LoversIt's 730am..Tuesday morning and I've just spent the last hour and a half inside a toilet cubicle. .x dressed and hooded with my favourite 2" diameter dildo for company ..it was my fifth visit in the last 6 days.. This time what with it being so early I was alone throughout and simply laid across the toilet seat on my back which then made my stockinged legs reach vertically towards the toilet ceiling. .with my red soled black Mary Jane platform heels high above me I felt very dirty yet very...
I had no idea what I was doing in my kitchen because I was thinkingabout what happened last night between me and my son. How could he fuck me? And more importantly how could I let him fuck me? I was definitely going to talk to my son about all this. It was wrong. It was not the way to apologize to my son for leaving him and his dad when he was just two years old. I got out of my thoughts when a pair of hands grabbed my boobs from behind. I got shocked, and before I could ask my son to get off...
IncestTania got out of the hotel and caught a cab to the Spa, getting off nearby. It seemed like quite a shady area. She walked across the street and up the steps as her hips swayed from side to side, going in to the entrance of the spa. Tania walked in and noticed all the people there. Those pert pink nipples were almost visible through the bikini. Her long dark hair draped down her shoulders, as she went over to the reception. “Hello. I’m looking to use your Sauna.” The receptionist nodded at her...
19 year old Jason Leary crouched at the open hamper in the laundry room that his mother had just brought in minutes ago before she had left for work. His 18 year old sister Denise had left for class earlier and there was no one at home to keep him from rooting in the week's worth of dirty clothes his mother and sister had deposited in there. He wore a rose patterned nylon Vanity Fare brief of his mother's that he had slipped into because they were on top and the first pair he had gotten a hold...
A couple of years later, this incident happened.I used to go shopping with my stepmother who I called Mum, as she needed help to carry the bags, as the shopping centre was only a short walk away and Mum saw no need for the car. One day, before shopping, she came downstairs all dressed up, in a black leather miniskirt and flimsy blouse, her hair newly done and wearing the black leather thong sandals I'd just bought her for her Birthday. Her toes were newly painted all tarty red, and she wore an...
Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.It was Saturday morning,...
IncestAlice the Dirty WhoreBy Mad Jack69Synopsis: This is a fictional story of a sex addicted whore and her depraved sexual cravings. It covers most perversions. In this the fifth chapter Alice and Daisy take Jack to new depths of depravity and humiliation. And the couple get drawn into the clutches of an exclusive sex club for societies élite and most wealthy. (MF, M+F, MM, anal, prost, whore, cream-pie, ws, strap-on Fdom) Chapter 5 The Engagement PartyJosh was very pleased with himself as he...
“Being dirty” began with Hazel on an old couch in a vacant lot. It may not have been my first sex play. It was long ago and it's all a bit misty. Writing this story may sort it out. Hazel was convenient and agreeable and she was the first. She lived next door and I don't remember what she looked like but her mother was big, fat and dirty - her top was always soiled from where her large breasts rubbed against things. Where we lived, everything was dirty. Perhaps that's why I saw Hazel as a...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture So Dirty By Couture It had started innocently enough. I had always fantasized about my wife taking more control in bed, and when she asked if she could tie me up, I jumped at the chance. She got some of my old ties out of the closet and tied me spread-eagled to the bed. Then instead of mounting me, she blindfolded me. That was okay, not what I expected, but...
So here is my full fantasy.i have a sever tooth pain and the only dentist that can see me at 4 am has a very large female dentist. And when I say large, I mean LARGE. like 350 5'4. Dark haired girl with piercing green eyes and about 22 years old. I can smell a faint smell of butthole and sweat as she walks by. Her ass is huge and perky and bubbly and juggles with every step as she leads me back to the examination chair. She tells me to have a seat and asks what has been going on. I say my teeth...
It was a hot sunny day. Me and my Girlfriend decided to go to the pool. I said to her babe why don't you put on that hot sexy little biniki I got you the other day. She said to me which one babe you have bought me loads of bikiki's. I said you know which one I am on about the one that is nice,short and colourful. It's almost see through but not quite see through. Oh I know the one you are on about yeah babe I will go get it and put it on for you. Cool babe you do that don't be long Mr Meaty...
First TimeIt was raining all the way to his place and they didn’t talk much in the car. She sat in the passenger seat with her legs crossed, listening to the rain as it slanted down against the dark windows. When he pulled up outside his building and they got out of the car, she wasn’t really in any hurry. Half of her wanted to stand outside until she was soaked through. But he took her hand and pulled her inside so she started up the stairs.He was behind her, a little further away than she’d have liked....
Straight SexI know that this story is going to sound really strange to you but I couldn’t help myself. From the very beginning I was lost to the sensations that controlled my actions. It all began one day when I was on the road as a sales rep for my company up in the Seattle area. I have to pay my own expenses so I’ve learned to trade quality for price. Even though most women won’t stay at cheap hotels because of the safety issue I do because I need to save money. Anyway, I stayed at a...
She didn’t want to do this. She really didn’t. Maybe, her big, black, two year old Beemer had a mind of its own, and it really wasn’t her, driving towards this one place, this one place, she had vowed never to return to. The five storey block of flats, grew bigger and bigger the closer she got. It had started to snow, and she would have to run to get to the entrance lobby before she was soaking and cold. She wasn’t dressed for winter. The carpark was near empty, but still she parked as far...
9:48 amHeather’s heart was racing like a deranged metronome. Time was her enemy, and the life of her mayoral campaign was fading away with each passing second. Fuck the campaign! My entire life will be in ruins if those pictures get out!Guiding her Audi onto the expressway, she slammed the sole of her five-inch stiletto onto the pedal and the rapid acceleration forced her back into the seat as the needle raced beyond 90. Frantically weaving through traffic, she split her gaze between the cars...
HardcoreShe wouldn’t tell me the secret. No matter how many times I asked, or how much I whined, she refused to divulge the reason for exactly why she wanted me to visit her on Saturday night. I suspected it would be something sexual, that my grandmother had something dirty in mind for us, but try as I might, even when I asked her when my tongue and fingers had taken her to the brink of orgasm she didn’t tell. “Wait and see,” she said, all mysterious and coy but with a definite glint in her eye. “I...
So after returning from Brighton I settled down at home just the normal things really, work seeing friends and the like, I still very annoyed with Ken talking about my mother but dismissed it really on the count that he was just horny and couldn't wait to get home and watch the video of Alf and his friends fucking my sister, still in was in the back of my mind to watch out for my mother who at 51 had kept herself in pretty good shape and she was at a low point that my father had walked out on...
Alice The Dirty WhoreBy Mad Jack69Synopsis: This is a fictional story of a sex addicted whore and her depraved sexual cravings. It covers most perversions. In this the fourth chapter Alice rediscovers big cock worship and is introduced to the strap-on. She also becomes the target of an underground extreme sex club. (MF, M+F, FF, Anal, prost, whore, cream-pie, ws, strap-on Fdom) Chapter 4 “Alice gets big dick fucked, again”Josh woke up on Monday morning and stretched his lean taught body....
Hi readers of ISS. I am Samir from Delhi with my new story here telling you about my sexperiences. Thank you for the response to my last stories on ISS. For new readers, I am single, hot and horny guy and I love dirty and oral sex a lot. Today im going to narrate you my one of the dirtiest sexperience with my ex girlfriend. My girlfriend was also from Delhi and we enjoyed some real good moments and even after breakup we do cherish such moments. So we often used to discus about sex and one day...
The way real ass fucking should beMMMM, that’s right baby, eat my pussy. Ohhh, lick it. Work my clit, yeah, suck all that juice. Oh shit, what are you doing? I see, you want to lick my ass? Yeah sweetie, don’t be afraid, no need to be shy if that’s what you like. I LOVE a hot tongue in my ass. Let me turn over for you so you can really get in there good. Spread my full, round asscheeks and really get your nose in there. Yeah, smell it. You like the way that smells? You like my musky,...
A sign on the side of a building reads, “Welcome to the Pink Poodle, Springfield’s Finest Gentlemen’s Club”… And then we’re inside. It’s a cheesy, dark, noisy – BUSY – dive. Plenty of ‘gentlemen’ enjoying a drink whilst mostly naked woman dance (or writhe) on the stage and in a couple of cases, on the businessmen themselves.We watch one woman in particular, spinning around a pole, upside down, legs spread wide with a g-string barely covering her crotch. Under the harsh flashing lights we can...
My name is Michelle, I’m 35, and my husband would consider me prim and prudish and so would nearly everyone who knows me. I consider myself very conservative and a bit of a goody two shoes, when it comes to the opposite sex, very reserved and shy, but until recently, fairly innocent. Mike, my husband, had begun mentioning the idea of me having sex with another man, but it really wasn’t for me, I was much too proper for that sort of thing. But I would play along with him in bed,...
Threading the Needle By Lainie Lee "Where did you learn to sew?" "My mother taught me. And I can't sew, putting a button back on isn't sewing, it's mending." "Whatever." "Hold still." "Weren't you a guy back then?" "I guess so, a sissy little boy, at least. Would you believe it better if I said my drill sergeant taught me?" "He did?" "Sort of. My mom, my aunts and my drill sergeant." "All at the same time?" "No, silly. Hold still or I'll sew this button to your...
HumorBetty McCord was not what could be described as a “hot number” by any stretch of the imagination. She actually went through the first three years of college with zero dates and was never even propositioned by one of the randy college boys to drop her drawers. Still, she had that bedroom look to her pretty blue eyes that some found intriguing even if they were put off by her tasteless and shapeless wardrobe that made her look more like a ripe pear rather than a luscious strawberry hanging low...