Better Than AAA

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZraYq33912YAuaCyAECCYvvbr3BHn9QIWs6lat9PcvdVmE8JWeNdpH7oTy7dNTkzBEv1ZJ6D9CKRQCnY8bbdFwAcbMAO31p7pPtqiZzWV18qJY59tZvFh68DKNH4mMpYGyVfEHcI6tno/s1600/EL1Ywq9NTu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZraYq33912YAuaCyAECCYvvbr3BHn9QIWs6lat9PcvdVmE8JWeNdpH7oTy7dNTkzBEv1ZJ6D9CKRQCnY8bbdFwAcbMAO31p7pPtqiZzWV18qJY59tZvFh68DKNH4mMpYGyVfEHcI6tno/s1600/EL1Ywq9NTu.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“Dammit,” I thought to myself as I pulled the tire from the trunk. What else could go wrong? I couldn’t leave work as early as I had planned, so I had to be up late driving, and now, I have a flat tire. I slipped the tire iron on the first lug nut and tried to move the bar. “Too tight,” I thought with exasperation. “Fine!” I shouted to no one, except the lone bat enjoying a meal of moths courtesy of my headlamps. I gingerly stepped on the tire iron as I said a curse under my breath, “Designer pumps are NOT made for manual labor…” I jumped on the bar and slowly the nut turned to the left. “Great,” I thought silently, “four more to go…”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I was down to the final lug nut when a car approached from behind my own. As the driver slowed, he or she could see my vehicle was disabled. I tightened my grip on the tire iron as I voiced a command,” Just drive on by, just drive on by…” I was bathed in the stream of white headlights and felt adrenaline rushing within my being. ”Flight or fight” was all I could think and I couldn’t flee, not in these shoes.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     Instantaneously, the white flood of light became multi-colored. I was in a sea of white, red, and blue. The lights from the squad car were blinding me. Deeply, I inhaled but then thought better of it. It may be a cop, but I still needed to be cautious. I knew I was the only one I could really trust with my own safety.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Evenin’ Miss,” drawled a very masculine voice belonging to the buff body emerging from the squad. “What seems to be the problem?” he inquired as if he were the one being blinded by the floodlights. I decided it was best, not to be a smart ass and gave him the proper answer to his asinine question.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Uhmmm, I’m changing a tire,” I responded almost as a question. However, no one could doubt that it wasn’t the truth. I had grease and dirt all over my hands, and my dress was smudged with tire dirt. I turned slightly and finally could see the officer better.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     He had short brown hair and he was taller than me, but not by much. His chiseled face was shaven, although a hint of beard was emerging. His most notable feature was he wore a smirk instead of a smile. He must have realized his question wasn’t really necessary; it should have been pretty obvious what I was doing.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Looks like you almost have it. Would you like help, or should I wave on traffic,” he laughed as he looked down the deserted highway. “Great,” I thought. I have a flat in the middle of the night and the only help I get is comic relief…</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">     I made a “humph” noise and continued to remove the last lug nut. “I’ve got it, thanks anyway,” I responded sarcastically. I placed the tire iron on the nut and stepped on the iron for the last time. He watched with amusement as my body slowly descended and the nut became loose. As I attempted to remove the final piece of hardware, I felt his body next to mine. His warmth was inviting in the cool, damp night air. He bent towards me and his fingers wrapped around mine, keeping me from turning the nut.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “I was only kidding. I’ll do this,” he said as he breathed on my neck. The tiny hairs stood up, but not in fear. I drew in a deep breath and inhaled his cologne, he smelled so good. My heart began beating loudly; could he hear it, too? I swallowed hard and hoped he couldn’t hear anything from me. He took my dirtied hand in his and raised me up. “You don’t have to…,” I said mechanically. I could barely think.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “It’s no problem, Miss,” he said with a smile. He bent down on one knee and proceeded to be my personal AAA attendant. His thighs were taut and stressing the surrounding fabric. Encumbered by his attire, he got up and threw his leather department issued jacket in the squad. His blue shirt was straining to keep his pectoral and bicep muscles covered. I smiled back at him and thought, “This is one cop who doesn’t sit in a donut shop filling out reports.”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “I’ll put on the spare and put this in the trunk,” he informed me after he removed the deflated tire. He walked to the tire I had yanked to the ground and inspected it. He called out with a voice that sounded pleased. “Good, you have a standard sized spare, that should keep you going for a while,” he said with approval.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “I try to be prepared for anything,” I responded without thinking of how that sounded. I could feel my cheeks burn. I couldn’t believe I just said that to a cop. He leaned away from the wheel well, so I could obviously see his smile. His eyes danced and glistened in the surrounding light, as if he liked the words I just spoke. When he finished replacing the flat, he placed the tire iron, the ruined tire and jack inside the trunk and closed the lid.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />He walked back, slapping his dirty hands together, and continued the conversation. “And sometimes,” he bent closer so he could whisper, “it’s best to let the moment take you away.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his eyes, they were so inviting. His smile was so mischievous. I wanted to be taken away, right then, by him.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “S-s-s-o-o,” I asked, with emphasis, “is there any place around here a girl could catch of few winks?” He leaned in closer, his chest touching mine…”Yeah, I know of a place or two. I get off duty in 10 minutes. How about I follow you into town and you stop at the all-nite diner, right next to the motel? I could buy you some coffee…”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I climbed back into my car, unable to contain myself. I pulled out four Wash N Dry towelettes and scrubbed my hands and fingers. I brushed my hair quickly before I slowly pulled ahead, constantly watching him from my rearview mirror. The diner and motel were in view and to my right as my eyes started to get heavy. I pulled up to the restaurant and got out of my car. I waited for him and as he approached I saw he already had the swipe card from a motel room in his hand.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Maybe coffee could wait until breakfast,” he suggested as his eyes twinkled back at me. Taking my small suitcase out of the trunk, he swiped the card against a nearby door and held it open for me. Once inside, he locked the doors and unbuckled his holstered weapon. He set it on the top shelf of the metal clothes rack and turned to face me.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     My eyes never left the weapon that he still carried. The bulge within his pants was very noticeable. For some reason, I felt very appreciative of his assistance so I decided to help him. Certainly, he needed to be more comfortable; it looked like one wrong move and his clothes would tear off from his body. I fumbled with the buckle, unable to unfasten it. I felt my cheeks flame against my face. “I’ve never done this before,” I tried to explain as he drew my body closer to his body. “Are you telling me you want to stop?” He asked with that ever present smirk on his beautiful face. I put my hands on his neck and cheeks, backed him into the wall and assaulted the soft and supple lips of the willing officer. Now, he was in my custody.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">     His hands ran up and down my body. Slowly, he pulled away from my kiss and smiled. He painstakingly started to unbutton his shirt, taking his sweet time to give me a definite show. He was good, better than some of the professional strippers at the Ladies’ Night revues I had been to with girlfriends. His muscles were everywhere and I wanted to feel them…everywhere. He let his police issued shirt fall to the floor. Stepping closer to me, he began to unbutton my dress. As it slid to the floor his hands began their extensive investigation. His smile broadened. “I didn’t think I felt anything obstructing,” he seductively whispered. His hands went directly to my breasts as I began to touch and appreciate his sculpted form. Our mouths locked on to each other as I went for the button and zipper of his pants. As his pants fell to the floor my eyes just stared and I heard him laugh. “S-s-s-o-o,” I stammered, “They don’t make official underwear in your size, do they?”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     Not saying a word, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. I was still wearing the lacy blue panties and my high heels. Slowly, I slid down the panties and carefully stepped out of them. I made sure to bend and twist; giving Danny a visual treat. I started to remove the shoes and he stopped me…”Not yet, darlin’,” his voice made me melt. He carried me to the very inviting bed and smiled.” I guess I should tell you my name is Daniel, well, Danny, that’s what everyone calls me. And you are the most…” I stopped him, just in time. “Please, don’t. Don’t say it. I’m Cynthia, er, Cyndie and I don’t want lies. I just want you,” I blurted out honestly. “But, honey, I’m sworn to uphold the law. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen…changing a tire at 2 o’clock in the morning and with these on, no less.” Smiling as always, he reached for my leg and began to caress it gently. Feeling his hands against my black thigh-high nylons, running his fingers up and down my shins was driving me crazy.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I drew in a deep breath to maintain my composure, and answered back, fairly breathless, “At least you’re being honest. Mmmmmm.” His touch was getting to me, making me wet and aroused. Grinning wildly, he inquired, “Is something wrong?” He knew very thing was perfect, absolutely perfect. I answered the best I could under the circumstances.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “No,no …nothing is…mmmm, wrong… I just can’t breathe…” He placed my leg back on the bed and climbed on top of me. My legs bent, with my hose and heels still on, he eased his powerful frame upon me and began to kiss; soft, gentle, wet kisses. “So, maybe some rescue breathing is in order. I’d hate for you to stop breathing,” he said slowly in his drawled accent; slow and deliberate, like his touch and his mouth. It was precisely how I needed him to respond to me. “Mmmm,” he started to kiss with caution. “Sounds like you might need some mouth-to-mouth,” he decided as his lips gently pulled on mine. “Then, maybe, you’ll let me put my mouth on some other lips,” he suggested, hopefully as he continued to taste me. I pulled his head closer to mine and kissed him back with a vengeance. I was no longer tired. He answered back by forcing his tongue past my lips. I placed my hands on his broad back and massaged his muscles. I had to be careful. My manicured nails could leave a mark, so I pressed with just the back tip of my fingers. I kneaded the sinews of his back and felt him respond. He pulled my body into his and rolled me on top of him. I arched my back and he raised me higher; my breasts to his face. He used both hands to massage and cup each breast. He began to roll each nipple between his fingers and thumbs. I closed my eyes and sighed as quietly as I could. I felt his tongue licking my chest, my round breasts and my erect nipples. I lowered myself to his mouth and let him enjoy.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     After some much needed nipple play, I could feel his body pressing against my thighs. He slowly pressed his manhood against me, His cock was erect and firm, teasing my freshly shaved mound. He rubbed his cock and balls against my skin, but never entered, not yet. He was testing me, seeing how far I would let this go before I gave in, before he would make me squirm and wet from his cum.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />      I decided it was it was time for something new. I pushed back trying to slide on my own. I wanted to assume the position, but needed some help getting there. He helped my body ease back. I had never worn heels to bed and it felt awkward. Danny’s smirk came back in to play, “Are you afraid you’ll hurt me? Your pumps are just a prelude to my pumps…,” he chuckled in my ear. “So, why do I still have these on?” I asked as the ingénue that I was. “You want to know? Right now?” Danny was like a kid in a candy store clutching a personal black credit card. I could see he had no limits to his fun. “Yes,” I replied, taking a much needed deep breath. “Why am I wearing shoes in bed?”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     He rolled off of me and sat next to me, with his left thigh firmly pressed to my side, his cock waving in front me. His eyes danced before me as he uttered the single word, “Leverage.” I was confused and it showed on my puzzled face. He laughed aloud and said slowly, “Let me help you understand.” His voice made me feel like butter on hot popcorn. His voice oozed and then I oozed. I pressed my legs together tightly; I wasn’t ready to ooze all over the sheets.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     He walked past the foot of the bed. He was quite the vision; he was completely tanned, his legs and upper torso more so than the parts that held my interests. “So, you like to go to tanning salons? You seem a bit two-toned. Did the bed malfunction?” I teased as I ran my fingers against his firm taunt nipples. “Nope-darlin’, ” his voice slithered back to me.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “If I’m not in the squad, I’m sitting high on my throne-lifeguard,” he laughed back.  My ego took a hit. “Ohhhh, so you’re around young, pretty half-naked girls, huh?” I said in a dejected tone. I was finally starting to feel self-conscious. The look from his eyes told me how foolish it was to be jealous over the women in his life. His upper body was all I saw. His strong arms, his huge forearms, his powerful hands…he crawled closer, like a panther stalking his prey. Slowly, meticulously, he advanced upon me. I could see each muscle twinge as his gleaming eyes never left mine.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Yeah, I’m around pretty girls, but there’s only one woman who looks hot and sexy wielding a tire iron and wearing heels like these.” I took in his words and took another deep breath. “So…, ” he inquired, “are you ready to experience some leverage?” I couldn’t find my voice. When I realized what he had asked, I answered as best as I could, “Ummm, sure…leverage…” He placed my legs back in to a bent position while his hands moved my shoe covered feet just so.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Now,” he instructed, “raise your hips and I’ll demonstrate the advantages of leverage.” I took a breath as he took a breath and I did as I was told. I realized how foolish it would be to obstruct justice. Especially while this was so easy to justify. A willing man, a willing woman and leverage.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     It was several minutes or maybe it was hours before he resurfaced and I could look at his face. His nose, cheeks and chin were wet with my sweet cum. He came back up to my lips, smacking his. “Mmmm, want some?” he generously offered as his mouth secured on to mine.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     Fatigue started to get the best of me. Even when Danny sat at the end of the bed, removing my heels, I was barely aware. I felt his hands remove my stockings. It felt so good to wiggle my toes again. I felt his warm, soft, strong hands massage my feet. All the tension in my body melted away with his touch. I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes open if he continued like this, I told myself. He leaned next to me as I laid on my side, my body facing him and his pillow. In his hands, he held my stockings, stroking them as if my legs were still encased by them. “Do you trust me,” Danny whispered in my ear. I swallowed hard, unsure of what his intentions were. Again, I heard the whisper, “Do you trust me?” Thinking my safety was all within me, my safety was determined by my instincts, I answered back. With my eyes half-closed, I whispered back, “Yes, I trust you.”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     He asked me to interlace my fingers. He gently slipped one hose around my wrists and tied a half square knot, just like tying a shoelace before the bow. He then went to my ankles and did the same. It wasn’t tight and I could have gotten loose easily if I tried. I didn’t want to. I heard his feet pad to the mini refrigerator. He closed the door and came back to the bed. My eyes were shut, not tight, just relaxed and waiting. I did trust him and I didn’t know why I should.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I felt something cold on my body. I could feel the tip of something soft being drawn across my body. My waist, my hips, my breasts; it felt like a cold crayon. The air was being filled with a fragrance so sweet; my mouth watered as I swallowed my saliva. He brought the piece of fruit up to my face and continued to tease me. He ran it on my cheeks and he traced my lips. “Take a bite,” he instructed. Strawberry, a sweet, ripe and juicy strawberry. It tasted so good. I heard him chuckle as he bent his head near mine. In his hand, he took my chin and lightly kissed my mouth. “Mmmm, your kisses are so sweet,” he murmured against my cheek.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />    I felt him lean across me and reach for something else. I was drifting in and out of sleep at this point; I was so tired and yet, I didn’t want to sleep, not yet. He got off the bed and started this time at my feet. Now a soft, silky brush swept against my skin. This was also cold, but it felt so soft. He brushed against my lower legs and then my thighs. He playful teased between my legs where he had just enjoyed me fully. Then to my belly and sides he continued to play. The aroma was so sweet; the perfumed air was making my head spin. I knew I wouldn’t be conscious much longer. I smiled but never opened my eyes. He brought the rose up to my breasts and ran circles around them. He made a trail from my heart to my neck; to my face. The fragrance was like a sleeping potion and I was losing my will to stay awake. Once more I felt his hand cup my chin and he gently kissed me for the last time.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I woke up alone. I knew he was gone. All I could sense was a feeling that his presence was absent. I could still smell the fragrance of roses and strawberries. A single rose was left on his pillow. I took it in my hand and inhaled. Slowly, I sat up and saw a small bowl of strawberries and a glass of orange juice on the table by the television. My dress and stockings were draped across a chair in the corner, my shoes beneath them. I got up and dressed.  I didn’t notice then that the tire smudge marks had been cleaned away. As I ate the fruit and drank the juice, I saw the receipt. My room had been paid for and I could leave whenever I was ready to go.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">     Outside of the room, the morning sun was starting to burn orange and pink across the sky. I put my small suitcase back in the trunk and looked at the flat tire. I would need to get that replaced as soon as I got into the city. I opened the door and felt the heat pour around me. I placed the rose on the seat next to me, turned on the air conditioning and headed away from my favorite place in the world.  </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">      As I was nearing the place I had my flat, a chill ran up and down my body. Not from the air conditioning, but from the sign outside the passenger window. At first I noticed the larger sign, the ever present “Click It Or Ticket” motto adopted by the state police department. It was the smaller sign above it that turned the blood in my veins to ice. The one that said, “The Daniel “Danny” Shepherd Memorial Highway”. I clung to the steering wheel as I drove past the spot Danny came to my aid earlier that morning. I didn’t bother to wipe away the tear rolling down my cheek.</div></div>

Better Than AAA

“Dammit,” I thought to myself as I pulled the tire from the trunk. What else could go wrong? I couldn’t leave work as early as I had planne...

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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Το σουξέ της Άντζελας στην Τουρκία<br /> <br /> <div class="post-body entry-content" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRbGaodCn9cb-q8B-o5dEtBxJETbHTDj_yWVOYrr-U_NAwSQIY9r-M6jKYNbLk-e5MPBo0jU7OC3Mhm-70u-BBKucvEnk8s7-VurB0UhyaOTa9_CCvK7gWjs5gLYDDGIAhQHpm3c3w2U/s1600/tromaktiko.jpg" style="clear: left; color: #cc6600; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRbGaodCn9cb-q8B-o5dEtBxJETbHTDj_yWVOYrr-U_NAwSQIY9r-M6jKYNbLk-e5MPBo0jU7OC3Mhm-70u-BBKucvEnk8s7-VurB0UhyaOTa9_CCvK7gWjs5gLYDDGIAhQHpm3c3w2U/s320/tromaktiko.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-right-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 4px; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 4px; height: 229px; width: 341px;" /></a>Μεγάλο σουξέ στη γειτονική Τουρκία γνωρίζει η Αντζελα Δημητρίου. </div><div><br /> </div><div style="clear: both;"></div></div></div>

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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /> <h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><a href="http://tsekouratoi.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_218.html" style="color: black; display: block; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Γιώργος Χρυσοστόμου</a></h3><div class="post-header" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px;"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div><div style="float: right; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/sharer.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftsekouratoi.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F11%2Fblog-post_218.html&src=sp" name="fb_share" rel="nofollow" share_url="http://tsekouratoi.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_218.html" style="color: #3366cc; 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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Ανησυχία για την υγεία της Demi Moore<br /> <br /> <br /> <div class="post-body entry-content" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.cosmo.gr/Lifestyle/Celebrities/Paparazzi/article1435537.ece/BINARY/w460/dm1.jpg" style="clear: left; color: #3366cc; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" src="http://www.cosmo.gr/Lifestyle/Celebrities/Paparazzi/article1435537.ece/BINARY/w460/dm1.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-right-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 4px; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 4px; height: 226px; width: 342px;" /></a><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Σοκάρει η σκελετωμένη εικόνα της</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /> </span></div><div style="clear: both;"></div></div></div>

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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRAAdMIQPgnHNYRWmpidd5AJD9aOw-DrZ7-MxHPXXG1qOxyIbR_aBf8v6g3bjuIIGswM5TQK5QO7FJqr15_nfh1wiFx6YI2MMI2bcDHonD6FiaFzpA1wCyGqsV5ES-KMBT8aSvh4L1-E/s1600/1+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRAAdMIQPgnHNYRWmpidd5AJD9aOw-DrZ7-MxHPXXG1qOxyIbR_aBf8v6g3bjuIIGswM5TQK5QO7FJqr15_nfh1wiFx6YI2MMI2bcDHonD6FiaFzpA1wCyGqsV5ES-KMBT8aSvh4L1-E/s1600/1+%25282%2529.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="">Whoever said that sex does not hurt, then he has heard about this case a 30-year ...</span><a href="" name="more"></a> <a href="" name="more"></a></span></b><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><a href="http://xamaileonnews.blogspot.com/" name="more" style="background-color: white; color: #3366cc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-decoration: none;"></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="">woman from England, found dead of a heart attack due to masturbation!</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="">Specifically, Nichola Paginton found dead in her bed last September, naked from the waist down, and next to the laptop of playing porn. </span><span class="">Even beside her was a sexual object. </span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="">A physician referring to the fact, said that the unfortunate woman probably died of cardiac arrhythmia, which has the whole of the sexual situation. </span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="">The same conclusion was reached and the coroner investigating the case, that death of associated largely with the masturbation. </span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="">The inspector Gavin Webb said police called her employer unfortunate girl, because he had disappeared for days. </span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="">When he reached the house of her employer Nichola knocked on the door, but there was no answer. </span>Then with the help of a neighbor noticed the dead girl through the curtains, to lying in bed with the cat next to her. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">' Just came in, they realized that Paginton was dead. 'Said the inspector, adding "He was at the side of the computer and since moved and lifted the duvet to find her naked, and beside her was a vibrator." </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">(Source photo Dailymail)</span><br /> <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span id="goog_1968933606"></span><span id="goog_1968933607"></span></div></div>

tsekouratoi - Still ... 30 years of masturbation!

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tsekouratoi - Differentiation And Integration

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_LwWn1kzSKT1zRtmxsTAOcIAORVWF2VIOdKJiREGBpLnNqabAdK1E5toD_KQu1CesmbrGScDiPZveDpp8yRpI_NjP3v0GLuPYTuDZ-qamLuFnNDQ6NRj_h-576XPIxFAOMDoZkf6lhQ/s1600/823819_vb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP_LwWn1kzSKT1zRtmxsTAOcIAORVWF2VIOdKJiREGBpLnNqabAdK1E5toD_KQu1CesmbrGScDiPZveDpp8yRpI_NjP3v0GLuPYTuDZ-qamLuFnNDQ6NRj_h-576XPIxFAOMDoZkf6lhQ/s1600/823819_vb.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f1f1f1; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></span><br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">My name is Shanti, I'm posting my experiences once again on this site. I hope this gets published too and I'm eager to see the responses from all the readers. Fact is, I'm a married woman, settled in Chennai now, with a kid. I'm 31 years of age, dark brown skinned (a typical Indian skin color) smooth skin, 5' 1" height with a 34 - 26 - 36 figure. When this incident happened I was 19 years old, studying in college in Trichy, Tamil Nadu. I'll narrate this episode in present tense, just to make it sound as if it's happening now.<br /> <br /> I'm the only daughter of my parents and am quite the spoiled brat, you could say. My parents indulge me and allow me a fair amount of freedom despite our coming from a fairly typical, middle class background. I've always been good in studies and sports and have dreams of playing volleyball for India as I am already playing for the state team. Due to my commitments to the team I sometimes end up missing classes especially when the tournaments are outside the state. In order to ensure that I do not lose out on my academic pursuits my Dad enrolled me for mathematics and science tuition with a neighbour who was teaching post-graduate classes in the engineering college. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Madhavan Sir was a brilliant research scholar and was extremely popular with students and was well known in the locality. He was around 43 years of age, married and had a small son aged around 10 years. Madhavan Sir was also quite a strict disciplinarian and hence whenever I attended his classes I used to remain focused on the subject and quickly earned his praise. Along with me there used to be around 12 other students of varying backgrounds, ages etc many of them who were students in his college too. Madhvan Sir would always tell them to look at me and learn how to be an "all rounder" good in studies as well as sports. Because of this constant praise the other students began to make fun of me when Madhavan Sir wasn't around, they used to call me "Teacher's pet" and other such names. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I never bothered too much, though, secretly I used to feel happy that I really seemed to be Madhavan Sirs pet. One day, after having been out for a volleyball tournament for a week, I realized that I needed to spend some quality time with Sir to catch up on my backlog of portions. I requested my Dad to call up to Madhavan Sir and find out if he would take special classes for me alone, extra hours. Thankfully Madhavan Sir agreed and within a short time I landed up at his house. Sir had informed my Dad that he would take extra hours and that I would have lunch and dinner too at his place. Since my Dad knew Madhavan Sir very well he too agreed as my exams were around the corner.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">When I landed at his place I realised that Madhavan Sir was alone at home. He explained to me that his wife and son had left for her village that morning to attend a wedding. He also explained that his wife had asked the maid servant to cook lunch and dinner etc so we could get down right away without any delay to my subject portions in maths and science. We opened the books and got engrossed in Calculus. Within a few minutes Sir gave me a few sums to try and solve on my own after explaining the fundamental principles of integration. He then left the room saying that he would have his bath and return. I simply nodded and focused on the problems.<br />   Some twenty minutes later Madhavan Sir returned, having bathed, towelling his hair. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">He was dressed in a white dhoti but was otherwise bare chested - I was seeing him like this for the first time and couldn't help but stare. The guy was a Hunk - a little bit of hair on his chest, an absolutely flat stomach with just the faint outline of some ab-muscles, fabulous biceps etc. I found it oddly exciting to know that he and I were alone in the house and he was just a few feet away. My stomach started fluttering and I found myself flushing with beads of perspiration on my brow. I could not concentrate much and started making silly mistakes as a result. Seeing my flustered condition Madhavan Sir came close and stood over my shoulder looking at my work, still continuing to towel his hair. He noticed that I had made some errors and reached over my shoulder, pointing at the two or three places where I had made mistakes. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">As he pointed I sat up straight, my back now almost touching Madhavan Sirs body. He did not notice the movement, though I felt an electric shock as my back brushed against his flat, hard belly. I could feel my pulse quicken though I couldn't explain to myself why this was happening. Madhavan Sir, meanwhile, continued talking, pointing out the correct sequence of steps. He slowed down his speech as he realised that I wasn't listening. He came around and sat in front of me, in his usual position and looked at me. I think he began to get an idea of what was wrong but, decent soul that he was, he was even more embarrassed than I and pretended not to have noticed anything. A couple of seconds silence ensued after which he cleared his throat and asked loudly "Shanti, have you understood?" and I merely nodded dumbly, unable to speak in words. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I bent down to my notebooks once again and tried to focus on the problems while Madhavan Sir remained seated in front of me. For a few minutes there was a total silence in the room, just the sound of pen on paper. I then heard Sir clear his throat and I looked up - Madhavan Sir's face had gone red and he looked guilty. I then realized that from his vantage position he would have had a clear view of my cleavage through my T-shirt top. Inexplicably, instead of feeling offended or upset, that though actually made me deliriously happy, knowing that Madhavan Sir was getting a good peek at my breasts. I was young, just 19, my breasts were still developing and was a size C. I was wearing a brassiere, of course, skin toned, but he could still get a glimpse of more than was "right" given the nature of our relationship. Anyway, as I said, I was extremely joyful to know that Madhavan Sir was getting red in the face looking at my milk jugs. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Pretending not to notice his embarrassed I asked him innocently a couple of "doubts" about integration and pretended not to be able to understand it when he tried to explain. Deliberately I remained a bit stubborn hoping to get him irritated and, sure enough, in 2 minutes he began scolding me for being "stupid. I was waiting exactly for that moment! The instant he called me "stupid" I buried my face in my palms and began to cry, weeping inconsolably and accusing him of shouting at me. Sir was totally flustered at this and did not know how to react while I kept increasing my sobbing, crying to him that despite all the efforts I was trying to put in, if I failed the exams my father would be very angry with me etc. As I expected, Madhavan Sir got up from his chair and came around to me and lifted me up. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Putting his arms around my shoulder he chided me gently for crying and wiped my tears (I can cry as and when I wish, a trick that has helped me often). Taking advantage of his gesture I buried my face in his chest, getting as close to him as possible, and continued to sob. Madhavan Sir was left with no option but to put his arms around me. I, too, turn facing him fully and by breasts were now pressed fully into his body while I placed my hand on his chest, circling his nipples firmly, all the time pretending to cry. I could feel a tingling sensation start off somewhere inside my stomach and spread warmly down to my "you know where" - my thighs were trembling with an aching anticipation and I thought that surely now Madhavan Sir could hear the roaring beat of my heart.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Sensing the need to push things along I lifted my face up to look at Sir - he seemed confused and conflicted about what next to do. Clearly I could see the stirrings of desire in his eyes, fighting with the need to remain decent and respectable. Unwilling to wait any further, I reached up and buried my face now in his neck, close to his clean shaven jawline and pressed my body even closer to his while whimpering "Sir, you have been so kind and so good to me, I don't know what I would do without you. I depend on you for everything. Please don't shout at me, whatever I do. I admire you so much that even the slightest criticism from your lips is unbearable. I will do anything for you". I could see the hairs on his chest and forearms rise and stand on end, I could see the goose-pimples form and knew he was getting "turned on.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Madhavan Sir was now in a fix. He was torn between the stirrings of physical desire and the sense of decency that held him back. The "thinking" part of me felt a sympathy for his predicament, even a sense of admiration for his restraint - but then, the thinking part had already lost the battle to my deeper needs. Sir put his hands around me now and I turned my body in such a way that his hand now rested close to my breast. I pretended as if I was taking my kerchief from my skirt pocket and dropped my hand down, brushing past his tool as I did so. His cock seemed to be semi erect and rather heavy, I liked the shape of the tool through the thin cotton of his dhoti. Allowing my kerchief to fall from my hands I stumbled awkwardly as I bent down to retrieve it. As I did my face brushed against the front of his dhoti and I sensed his cock jerk reflexively.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Standing up again, I told him I was feeling slightly giddy and sat of a sofa. Sir sat by my side and started stroking my back. I leaned into him and rested my hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscles. I asked him "Can I lie down for a few moments?" and, without waiting for his response, lay down on his lap. Madhavan Sir didn't say anything but continued to rub my shoulders now while I positioned myself, keeping my face buried to his bare stomach now. God, he smelled lovely, a nice manly odor mixed with the freshly bathed smell of soap and talcum powder. My head was resting just on top of his now fully erect cock and I could feel the warm heat emanating from his loins. It was a delicious feeling, and I was enjoying the proximity and the heat. I knew that even at this stage, madhavan Sir would be tentative, afraid to make the first move. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I closed my eyes, in enjoyment of his hands rubbing my shoulders and placed my own hands on his, moving it inside my T shirt but still on the shoulders only. I whispered to him "Sir, please rub me here" and showed him how to do it, a circular motion that went from my neck to my shoulder and back. Damn, he did it too, a slow movement, gently kneading the muscles there. I sank into his tummy and in turn began to let my lips trace small kisses on his bare tummy, and, finally, licked his navel. He shuddered gently, trembling, and let out a small moan as he said "Shanti, what are you doing? In reply, I wrapped my arms around his waist and continued to kiss him tummy while moving up a bit so that his hand was now deep inside the T shirt, just near about cupping my breasts. I whispered into his stomach but loudly enough that he could hear me "Sir, this feels so good sir, just keep doing it, don't stop please! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">And with those words I placed my right hand on his manhood from over his dhoti. He too couldn't hold back any more and allowed his hand to slip inside my bra and cup my right breast and squeeze it hard. Emboldened by his cooperation I too reached inside his dhoti and placed my hand on his cock over his briefs, rubbing it well and nicely, all the while my tongue continuing to salivate over his flat hard abdomen. I pulled his face down to me and now kissed him squarely on his mouth. He tasted good, clean, and he had a nice technique too, his lips sucking on mine for a few long seconds before opening up and taking my tongue into his mouth. We sucked and kissed each others mouth, lips, tongue, face etc while he clumsily but successfully managed to remove my T shirt. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">By now I too had pulled the knot of his dhoti which now lay on the floor and my hands were inside his jockey shorts, feeling the rubbery smooth length of his thick cock. He got up, suddenly, and lifted me physically in his arms and carried me to the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed. Lying by my side he gently kissed my lips while his hand went to my breast from over my bra, cupping my left breast gently kneading it. He tasted so good, his tongue probing my mouth as our lips remained locked. I wanted him badly and, like, Now so I too reached up and placing my hands around his neck pulled his mouth down to my neck, my chest, guiding him to where I was heated up the most. My hand was now between his thighs, opening up the elastic of his jocks, pulling it down past his hips and releasing free his wonderfully hard manhood. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Slowly stroking it I made his already hard cock grow even harder, pulling it and squeezing it alternatively. His balls were big, heavy and covered with a thick forest of curly black hair. Since Madhavan Sir was busy sucking my nipples I couldn't see his tool yet but even without having set my eyes on his cock I knew I was going to enjoy his hardness inside my wet hole. I was going to make him soft inside me and soon. Without more delay I whispered to him "Sir, unga samaane en koodhi kulla seekaram vidunga, nalla idiyunga" (Sir, please put your tool into my cunt quickly and bang me". If he was surprised to hear me use such language he didn't show it. Lifting my hips he pulled my panties off in one fluid motion, reached behind me and unclasped my bra setting my jugs free and went back to burying his face between by boobs while with one hand he rubbed my already heated cunt. I moaned, this was being in heaven. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Now he inserted first one finger and then another into my love hole and started slowly fingering me while he asked "Is this your first time?" I shook my head to say No - I was not a virgin. A look of surprise flashed over his face but that didn't stop him continuing to finger me while I too played with his cock and his balls. Now I was licking his chest, my tongue exploring his small, hard, erect nipples and going up to his arms, his biceps and then into his hairy armpit. Suddenly his body vanished from my sight as he swiftly moved off my chest and spreading my legs open he began to suck my clit. THIS was a first time experience for me and it was absolutely marvellous. I had never in my life imagined how sensational a good cunt lick could be and I just didn't want it to stop. Spreading my legs as wide open as I could I grabbed Madhavan Sir's head while literally thrusting my hips up to meet his face. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">He slobbered, he sucked, he licked, he poured his saliva deep into my cunt's hole until I didn't know whether I was more wet with my juices or with his saliva - and he kept drinking it all, I could hear the  slurping wet sounds that were being created by the sucking sound whenever his lips and my cunt parted for a brief second or two. That sound itself was so wonderfully erotic that I could feel wave after wave of orgasm build up inside me, from deep within my stomach and pour over me.He looked up at me and grinned, a wicked, handsome grin and asked "Nallaa irundhucha? Did you like it, my honey?" I just squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, whimpering, small sounds deep inside my throat. As he got up I quickly grasped his cock and swiftly turned around in the bed and swallowed the whole length of it - a big, black, thick, long and hairy monster of a cock with two big, hard, black balls beneath it. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Madhavan Sir gasped in joy and I sucked his tool dep into my throat and he fell, losing his balance, over my body. I reached up, grabbed his buttocks and pulled his hips and he, in turn, started to pump his rock hard rod into my mouth. In some few minutes I pulled out and ran my tongue up and down the length of his shaft while occasionally licking his scrotum and even venturing up to where I could see his ass hole. The taste of a man's cock is heady, strong and sweet - I learned it that day. Meanwhile, Madhavan Sir too, lying over me, resumed eating my still wet pussy and we were lost, exploring each others tools. Lifting me up, off the bed, he positioned me further down the mattress so that my feel were dangling down. Spreading my legs open Sir stood between my thighs and asked me to hold his cock in my hand and guide it into my cunt. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Before I did that, though, I rubbed the head of his cock on my clitoris, slowly, up, down and round and round. I was in heaven now, the sensations around my lower two lips, my throbbing, engorged clitoris all converging to one remarkably sensual feeling. Sir now pushed in, his thick cock slowly spreading my wet yet tight cunt walls open as he entered slowly, prolonging the moment as much as he could. I could feel a warm slab of rock hard meat pulse into me till the whole length of 8 inches lay buried deep inside me. I wanted to squeeze it tighter and, unconsciously I squeezed the twin walls of my cunt. To my utter surprise I realised that I was actually able to do it - and, from the look on Madhavan Sir's face, this was something new for him too!! Grinning at him I asked "Enna aachu? Surprise aayitengala?" (What happened? Surprised?) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">He laughed loudly and said "That feels Fantastic! In all my life you are the only girl apart from my wife with whom I've had sex. And this is the first time I've experienced This! And with that he began to drive his piston into me while I too reciprocated by lifting my hips up every time he drove down. Every now and again I tried to squeeze my cunt walls, gripping his tight fat cock and releasing it and each time I could see by the look on his face that Madhavan Sir was loving it too. He lay on me, mouth furiously licking my breasts, my nipples, my neck, kissing me while steadily pumping away between my thighs. And I was in heaven praying that he would last a while longer - and he did, for almost 6 to 7 minutes increasing his speed and grunting with the effort while, in truth, I too started screaming loudly "Sir, Sir, nalla okkunga, nalla idinga, innum vegama, innum vegama, en koodhi kizhiyara maadhir idinga</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Sir, Sir, fuck me well, bang me well, faster, even more faster, tear my cunt up with your passion!" I could feel the pressure build up within me but just a couple of seconds before I climaxed I felt the hot sticky gush of his cum, his semen spurt into me leaving me feel dirty, unclean but undeniably hot and wanton. His white liquid was still being pumped into me while I began to experience my own climax, a warm wetness filling up my own hole mixing with his semen and flowing out between my thighs. Sated with pleasure I lay back on the bed and a few seconds later I heard a "Plop" as his cock slipped out from my hole and fell, soft and delicious. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Madhavan Sir rolled off my body and closed his eyes, breathing heavily. I took his semen coated cock and sucked it slowly, licking it clean, liking the taste of his semen mixed with my own creamy honey. Madhavan Sir pushed me away and said "Enough for today, I wasn't ready for any of this. Come tomorrow, I will have a special class for you! With that he winked knowingly. I went to the washroom and cleaned up. Did you like my story? If you did, write a command on my story..</div></div>

tsekouratoi - Differentiation And Integration

My name is Shanti, I'm posting my experiences once again on this site. I hope this gets published too and I'm eager to see the resp...

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Tsekouratoi My Office Assistant

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pv85E2bElT9EENbK-mR4qE17LGpOF27GL0B6dN-KGwHT6gvCEuaeJvEKxA7Kjq9w7uXQbWjyXZbv3Bv0_kuSsggthYcZrKu-YMFHUdqM0s69Z2LetUL4yOpWtAv-vb0XFFcoyhD_-0Y/s1600/Yc4asK2yPh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pv85E2bElT9EENbK-mR4qE17LGpOF27GL0B6dN-KGwHT6gvCEuaeJvEKxA7Kjq9w7uXQbWjyXZbv3Bv0_kuSsggthYcZrKu-YMFHUdqM0s69Z2LetUL4yOpWtAv-vb0XFFcoyhD_-0Y/s1600/Yc4asK2yPh.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f1f1f1; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"></span><br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I am from Chandigarh a business man my current age is 35. This story is of about 2 yrs ago. We needed an assistant in our office and had advertised for a female office assistant in local newspapers. We got a good response to our advertisement. My manager took the interviews and short listed 4 candidates for me to finally select one.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">The day for the final interview was fixed and we informed all of them about the same. We gave them time slots after a gap of half hour each. The first two candidates were good enough and now it was the turn of the third candidate. I held her resume, her name was Reema. She arrived at the scheduled time but had to wait for 10 mins as the earlier interview had not finished. After finishing the second interview I called her in my cabin.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">As she walked in my eyes were out of the sockets, she was extremely beautiful equally complimented by a damn sexy structure. She figure must be 36 – 30 – 37. She was wearing a Punjabi suit and was carrying her dress very well. I was just staring at her, she wished me good afternoon and I asked her to take a seat. I started asking her about her experience related to this job. Frankly telling you she was not as capable as the earlier candidates. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Then I asked her about her family and came to know that she comes from a well to do family. She got married 4 yrs back and has not worked since her marriage. She worked before marriage for 3 yrs. She has a year old daughter and her husband who is a software engineer has been transferred to Bangalore. Here she is staying with her daughter and mother in law. She wanted to do this job as she gets bored at home. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Money was not the main objective of her doing the job as her husband has a very good salary.  After finishing the questions I told her that we would finalize and inform her by the evening. After she left I interviewed the last candidate and called my manager in for finalizing the candidate. He is Mr.Sharma aged around 52 an experienced man. He told that he found Pooja most competent for the post.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I asked his views about Reema, he told she is good but not as good as pooja. After some discussions I convinced him that we would give this job to Reema. He unwillingly agreed to it. I asked him to inform her and ask her to join as soon as possible. He left my cabin. After 5 mins he came into my room and told that he had called Reema and informed her and she would be joining from the 10th i.e. after 2 days.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">On the 10th I reached office at around 11 am as I had some work and found Reema sitting on Mr.Sharma’s table and he was explaining her about the work. They smiled and wished me. I went into my cabin and Mr.Sharma followed me. I told Mr.Sharma to leave for the bank work and send Reema in. I will explain her, the work while you are away to the bank. Reema came in and I started explaining her about our office work which she would be handling. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She was again looking damn sexy and my eyes examined her from top to bottom. She seemed to be confused and I asked her to take it easy, I told her she would learn about things in a while. After discussing work she left my cabin and I was busy with my routine stuff. After a while she came in my cabin with some queries which I explained to her. In the evening she came into my cabin asked if she could leave. I asked her how does she travel and she told she has an Activa.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Days passed by, she was doing her work well. She was a good learner. Mr.Sharma also changed her opinion about her and told me that my decision was right. One day I was expecting some visitors from Mumbai. They were supposed to come to office initially and after meeting a lunch was planned. Unfortunately Mr.Sharma had an accident and had a fracture in his leg. I called Reema in my office and told her about the visitors who were expected the next day. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I told her to come half an hour early and asked her if she could accompany us on lunch. She agreed and told she has not problem. Infact she offered she would stay in the evening till they leave. I told her that it might take more time than normal routine to which she told she had no problem. I thanked her for it and told her that I would pick her in the morning and drop her in the evening as it might get late. She agreed to this also.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Next morning I reached her home and called her on her mobile. She told she would take 5 mins more and asked me to come in. I told her I would wait in the car. After 5 mins she walked out of her home. Oh my God she was looking very hot. She was wearing a Yellow saree, the saree was sticking to her body revealing her whole figure. Her curves and cuts all were very well visible. Watching her walk towards my car I was getting and erection. She entered into the car and off we were for office. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">On the way I was giving her basic instructions for the day. We reached office before time and started arranging the necessary documents for today’s meeting. Our visitors reached office on the scheduled time and the meetings started. I must tell you Reema was very helping during the whole day. At around 1 pm I proposed the visitors to have lunch and we would carry on the discussions post lunch. We left office for a restaurant.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">After coming back we were back in discussions. This went on till 7 pm. After the discussions were over the visitors left the office at around 7.30. I and reema sat in my cabin and were talking about the days activities and discussions. I was feeling quite tired and wanted to visit a bar to have some drinks so that I could relax, but since I had to drop reema I dropped my plan. We started driving back and she told that u seem to be exhausted. I told her yes and told you also must be tired. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I asked her what do u do to relax and she told generally she has coffee. I asked her if she could join me for a coffee. She told that its already late, may be some other day. During day time we sat during free times in my cabin and talked about various things One day she informed me that she won’t be coming to the office next day as her mother in law is going to her relative’s house and she has to drop her to the station in the afternoon. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I granted her the leave. When she came to office the day after that I enquired where her mother in law had gone. She told that there is a family function in delhi and her mother in law had gone there. She would be back after a week. She had also taken along her daughter as there was no one to take care of her in her absence. My mind started making plans as I thought this was the most suitable time to seduce a lonely lady.  </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">While talking in the office I asked her about her married life and whether she had a bf or not before marriage. She told she had a bf but some how their marriage could not materialize. About her married life she told its fine but now she feels quite lonely as her husband is away. One day I asked her to join me for dinner the next day. She told it would be very late and refused. I convinced her that since her mother in law is not here, there should not be a problem. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She was in a dilemma but after me insisting she agreed. As planned the next day after office she left for home. I was not supposed to pick her from her home due to neighbors problem. I was supposed to pick her from market near her house and she reached the designated spot at 8. I was on my way I got a call from her and she told that she had reached. I told her I will be there in 5 mins. As I reached she came into my car and we left for the planned restaurant. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">As always she was looking hot in her suit. I complimented that she was looking very beautiful and she thanked me for my compliment. We reached the restaurant and sat in one corner. We sat on opposite seats and started selecting from the menu. I offered her booze she told she does not drink at all. I asked would she mind if I had one she told she had no problem. I ordered a scotch for me and a lime juice for her. We started our respective drinks and started talking. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">We could not hear each other as the music was loud. I asked her to move to the seat next to mines which she did immediately. Now she was next to me and I could see her body. We were talking about our lives and we finished our drinks. Waiter came and I asked him to repeat mines. She ordered a soup. We continued our talks and while talking her I was getting an erection. I was talking and admiring her structure. She noticed this. I asked her to try a drink. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She told she had never tried one and was hesitant. I told her about a few cocktails which are quite light. I also told her in case she did not like she can leave it in between. She agreed and I ordered a bloody merry for her. As her drink arrived I asked her to try it. She looked into my eyes with confusion. I told her to go ahead but she was hesitant. I placed my hand over hers and told her to go ahead. She gathered some courage and sipped it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She found it sour and told she won’t finish it. I told her it happens first time and told her to continue. All this while I was holding her hand and her grip also tightened as she gradually finished her drink. Even after her drink I did not leave her hand. I asked how she was feeling and she told she is a bit giddy but enjoying it. I offered her one more but she refused point blank. We placed order for the food and while we were waiting for it we continued our talks. She told she liked the drink very much but is it still afraid as her giddiness was increasing. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I placed my hand on her shoulder and pulled her near me. I put her head on my shoulder and she was enjoying it. Her eyes were closed and I realized that the drink had done its job. All the while I gently rubbed my hand on her shoulder as if I was just supporting her. Our dinner arrived and we had it. She did not have much. After finishing we moved towards the parking. While walking back I kept my hand on her waist as if I was supporting her as she was still giddy. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I opened the car door and made her sit. I then entered car form my seat and made her seat comfortably. I asked her how she was feeling. She told she is better now and she also told she enjoyed the drink. We started our drive back. On the way I held her hand she did not mind that and while driving I started rubbing her hand gently. She also continued. I gathered courage and put my hand on her thigh. She tried to stop me. But I continued. After a while I felt her resistance had calmed down. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Now I held her hand and placed it on my thigh. She kept it there without any movement. I kept caressing her thigh and after a while she also started rubbing my thigh. I could feel her breath. I placed my hand on the shoulder and pulled her towards me. With my hand I turned her face towards me and placed my lips on hers. All this happened in a flash. She pushed me back I again applied force and locked her lips. After sucking them for a while her resistance calmed down and she also started enjoying it. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">We were kissing on the roadside and after a while I realized it was not the right place. I released her and could see the hunger in her eyes. I told her this is not the right place and started driving. I kept my hand on her thigh and my elbow was on her boobs. After a short drive I stopped the car in a dark corner and started kissing her. She also joined me. We smooched for a while and then I kissed her ear lobes and neck. She was now enjoying every bit of it and supporting me. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I held her boobs and started pressing them slowly. She hugged me tight and wanted me to explore her body. I mover my hand all over her body and now she was moaning. We continued kissing for 15 minutes. I asked her I we could go to her home. She told no as her neighbors could see them. I told her its already 12 midnights and the chances are very low. She was not ready but at the same time she was hungry for me. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">After I convinced her for some time she agreed. We drove straight to her house. On reaching there we could not see any one which relieved us and we were straight in her house. She bolted the door and I held her from the back. I kept my hands on her boobs and pressed them hard. I was licking her neck. She was getting wild. She turned towards me and started smooch me. Ohhhhh what a kiss that was, we were kissing each other like hungry dogs. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I carried her in my hands and she guided me towards her room. I threw her on her bed. I removed my shirt and shoes. I bent towards her and started kissing her again. I pulled up her shirt and was kissing her on her navel. She was enjoying it and pulling my hair. I removed her shirt and unlocked her bra. Her sexy boobs were in front of me. I was sucking one and pressing another. She was moaning. I started biting over her boobs which made her crazy. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She was sweating and she was kissing me. We removed each others clothes gradually and now we were nude in front of each other. She started stroking my dick and I was licking her body. She put my dick in her mouth and started moving it in and out. Now we were in 69 positions. I was licking her pussy and could feel her juices. She was sucking my dick very well. She cummed twice I drank all of it. Now it was my turn I told her I am cumming. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She continued sucking and I released in her mouth. She drank it. After we both having released we both lay next to each other. Tired we were. We hugged each other and started talking. She told she was hungry since a long time and thanked me. I hugged her tight and started kissing again. After a while I was erect again. I was exploring her body with my lips. She was again moaning and she herself pulled her legs apart. I moved in between her legs and started moving my dick over her pussy. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She was rubbing her cunt. I slipped my dick in her pussy and started stroking her gently. Kissing her in the mean time on her boobs  lips and neck. She was also complimenting my strokes and in the course on pleasure she bit me on my chest. We continued our act, kissing and biting each other. After 15 – 20 mins I was about to cum. She asked me to discharge out. I removed my dick from her pussy and discharged on her tummy. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She rubbed my cum there and closed her eyes in pleasure. Relieved again I lied down on her and we kissed each other again. We were in this position for next 10 mins. I told her that I had to leave. She did not want me to go but we had no choice. I dressed myself and she changed into a nighty. Before leaving us again lip locked for 5 mins. Even I did not want to go. Friends this was my first encounter with her. After this we enjoyed ourselves  3 or 4 times. Then her husband called them to Bangalore and they shifted there. But I never forget her. Hope you enjoyed my experience.</div></div>

Tsekouratoi My Office Assistant

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