A Forbidden Meeting

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She came home from class just like every other day. She sat down at her computer to check her e-mail only to stare at an empty inbox yet again. Was he never going to write her back? Had he changed his mind about his family and decided it would be best if they didn’t talk? She didn’t know. All she could think about was his kind words and charming smile. Why did the man that made her tingle all over have a wife and kids? And why didn’t her boyfriend give her those feelings?

Sometimes, the guilt tugged at her heart and made her wonder if the feelings she was feeling for this man were real or if it was just her insecurity with the boy she knew she could have. Deep down, she knew that because this man was older and ‘off the market’, he appealed to her that much more….

The night before, she had sat in the bathtub with some candles lit imagining the man she’d met online. He wasn’t the creepy old man that is the stereotypical image of men who wander the chat rooms late at night. He was a successful, handsome, wealthy, middle-aged man who had his life in order. Every aspect was planned and executed perfectly…except for one thing… his marriage. He had told her of the problems he and his wife were having and had confided in her for support and encouragement. What was once friendly support had turned to a passionate lust and deep attraction neither one of them had expected.

She sat in the bathtub thinking of the things his last e-mail had said. He complimented her in so many ways, and she longed for him. She longed to touch his skin, feel his breath on her neck, and his hands on her body. He was much older and more mature than the boy she was dating, and she knew he could make her wildest fantasies become reality.

The next day, she got up and checked her e-mail. One new message. It was him. Filled with excitement, she opened the e-mail. It read:

“Hello darling. I’m sorry I haven’t written for a few days. Work has been hectic, and my wife insists that I spend less time on the computer and more time with her. Honestly, I haven’t stopped thinking of you for a second. You fill my thoughts constantly, and you fire up my deepest fantasies. I want to feel you…touch you…pleasure you in ways that you have only dreamt about. And I have decided it is time for us to meet…”

MEET? How could she meet him?! He was the embodiment of beauty and passion. She loved her boyfriend, but lusted for this man. She knew she had to canlı bahis şirketleri do it. She had needs and felt an animal urge to meet this man and do the things she had only thought about. The arrangements were made and the date was set. He would fly in next week.

A week went by and finally the day arrived. She spent the whole day nervous knowing she would meet the only man who could make her wet with an e-mail. She drove to the city where they would meet for the first time. She made her way downtown, found a parking spot, and headed for the hotel lobby they had agreed to meet in. She walked in. Looking around, she saw several men of his age. Where was he? Then, as she turned around, there he was…the man with the single red rose. He smiled at her. His eyes filled with passion and she knew that this night would not be like any night she had experienced before.

“Hello darling,” he said with a charming voice.

“Hello,” she said.

“Would you like to go upstairs so we can get comfortable and talk? I had a long flight and I’m sure you’re tired from the road,” he said.

They headed upstairs to the room he had already rented for them. He opened the door and they went inside. She was feeling a little uncomfortable and anxious at the same time. She didn’t want to make herself look like a slut, but his charm couldn’t be ignored. He had a beautiful face with a smile that could light up a room. He had soft eyes that tortured her as they looked her up and down. His hands were older and weathered, but she longer to know their capabilities. They gazed at one another and then looked away, trying to avoid the awkward situation they had placed themselves into. Finally, he turned to her.

“You are gorgeous. You are young and pure but at the same time – you are a vixen. You make me want you more with every move you make,” he said to her.

She could not resist him any longer. She threw herself into his arms and pushed her lips into his. She tilted her head to the side a bit and embraced his warm, soft lips. He gently slid his tongue into her mouth and caressed her tongue with his. Slowly, he led her to the edge of the bed and sat her down. He gazed into her eyes, and then kissed her again. He slowly began kissing her neck…sucking on it…tasting her fresh, pure skin. He slowly made his way down and began unbuttoning the tight purple sweater she had worn. As he unbuttoned her sweater, he gently pushed her back so that canlı kaçak iddaa she was lying on her back on the bed and he was straddling her.

He opened her sweater to reveal that she had not worn a bra that day. Her large breasts fell to the sides a bit and her nipples were erect. He ran his tongue down the center of her chest, and then moved to her right breast. He took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking it…like a baby would feed from its mother. He ran his tongue in circles around it and took it in and out of his mouth. She moaned with pleasure giving him that much more incentive to continue.

He ran his tongue down the center of her voluptuous belly and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. He ran his tongue along her waistline. She could feel her juices seeping out of her wetting her panties and even soaking through to her jeans. He made her so wet. He slowly pulled off her jeans to reveal the pink lace panties she had put on that morning. They fit her snugly, revealing her slit with a growing wet spot in the middle of it. He grinned, knowing what he had done to her. He pressed his tongue against the wet spot, inhaling her sweet juices and drawing a deep moan from her. She put her hand on his head and pushed his face into her sweet pussy that throbbed at his touch. He pushed into her slit with his tongue, careful not to slip past the panties. He wanted to drive her crazy.

Then, he took his hand and slowly pulled her panties to the side. Her soft, wet cunt stood right in front of him, shining from the juiciness that had covered her. He gently tongued the outside, tasting the juices that had escaped. Then, he shoved his tongue inside, lapping at her throbbing clit. She screamed in pleasure…

“Oh baby! Tongue fuck my wet cunt! Lick my juices! Ohhh yes! Fuck me baby! Fuck me with your tongue!”

He lapped at her pussy harder and faster. He ripped off her panties, grabbed her ankles, and shoved her legs up toward her head, completely exposing her pussy and tight asshole. He grinned as he shoved his tongue back in her pussy, sucking on her clit, drinking her juices. He teased her…

“You like that baby? Do you like it when I shove my tongue in your hot cunt? Do you like it when I fuck you? You taste so much better than my wife…I want to drink your juices and lick your pussy until you are dry.”

He lapped at her pussy and then began to move down towards her tight, puckered asshole. He ran his tongue canlı kaçak bahis around the rim and slightly pressed his tongue against her exposed hole. She moaned with excitement. He pressed harder and slipped his tongue into her tight anus. He pushed in and out – tongue fucking her hole. She screamed in pleasure…

“Ohhh baby…fuck my ass! Lick my asshole! Fuck it with your tongue! Oooh yeah..you like that don’t you? Yeah….mmmm…”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have her. He rose up off the bed, quickly took off his shirt and pulled off his slacks. She stared at him and the bulge in his boxers. She slowly slid down the bed on her back and pulled down his boxers. He stepped out of them as he straddled her face. She took his big balls in her mouth, sucking on them gently. She licked up his shaft and tickled the end of this throbbing head with her tongue. He groaned. She began to lick his balls, and then moved to his taint…licked it gently which sent shivers up his spine. She reached around his waist and grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing his asshole. She began to lick it and fuck it with her tongue, just as he had done to her. He leaned down and began fingering her pussy and her ass. She pushed her tongue in and out of his virgin hole as he fucked her pussy and ass with his fingers. They both moaned – screaming each others names, pleading for more…

He jumped off top of her and spun around. He grabbed her ankles again and shoved his hard cock into her wet, hot pussy. He fucked her hard as her big breasts bounced up and down. She rolled her eyes back in her head and moaned with immense pleasure…

“Oh baby…fuck me harder. Shove your cock in me baby. Yes fuck me like that baby…yeah…”

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and flipped her over. He pulled her ass up to his cock and jammed it into her asshole. She yelped and buried her face into the bed, screaming. He forced his cock in and out of her tiny asshole, fucking it so hard. She moaned. He felt the climax coming as he pumped his rock hard dick in and out of her tiny, red hole. He thrusted her hips back and forth and then released his cum into her asshole, milking cum out of his dick. She reached down for her clit, rubbing it until she climaxed, causing cum to drip down onto the bed. They just lay there, recovering from the biggest orgasms either of them had ever experienced.

About an hour later after some recovering and a shower, they left the hotel.

“Well darling, that was amazing. We should meet again sometime when I’m back in town,” he said.

She smiled.

“Definitely,” she said.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and was on the next flight home.

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