They were polar opposites. She was 21, beautiful and sexy. The kind of girl that stopped traffic but never really realized it. A student at the local college, Michelle was the picture of innocence. Big green eyes and dark brown hair, a figure that almost every girl on campus envied and a baby doll face. She had had a steady string of boyfriends since she began dating in her teens but nothing serious and she was definitely single for the moment. A bad break up had left her desiring solitude and the single life for awhile. After all, she was a strong and vibrant woman, why couldn't she be alone and be fine? It was the new millennium she reasoned, and being strong and independent was a more than acceptable way of living. However, there is always a test even for the strongest resolve and life was about to tempt her beyond her limits.
He was every girls dream man. At 39 he was just beginning to develop that look that drives all women wild. Cool and confidant, cocky but with an edge of playfulness simmering just beneath the surface. He had been married for nearly 13 years before he decided he couldn't take anymore. Randy was a good man, a little wild as all men tend to be but faithful and loving. His marriage had been mostly one sided, with him making all of the compromises and giving all he had to give to make it work. After his wife had her second affair he decided it was time to make a change. That had been nearly a year before and, with his divorce behind him, he was thoroughly enjoying his new found freedom.
When he walked in to the sports bar that Friday night he had a lot of things in mind. Seeing the game, his favorite team was playing tonight; drinking well past his limit; and, most importantly, getting at least one hot little number into his bed for some private tutoring. This was, after all, a college town. Why not enjoy the eye candy that comes into the pub looking for a little excitement?
Michelle was not a drinker. Well, not in the sense of most college kids. It was against her nature to be out of control and drunk. Neither had she ever experimented with drugs. Not to say she was prudish, just one of those good girls that you hear so much about but never really meet. Her best friend had talked her into coming to the pub that night, saying something about "living life and letting loose for a change". She had given in only to retain her sanity. Emily was sweet but when she began harping on a subject she could drive a person insane. So, sitting at a table, looking somewhat out of place and bored, was Michelle. Her drink getting warm as she watched her fellow students, Emily included, dancing and having fun.
"Hi." She looked up with a start into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. "Anyone sitting here?" he asked.
"Umm no, no one" she could barely form words as he pulled the chair out and sat down. Who was this man? She had never seen him before and he was definitely not a student. Could he be a professor? No, definitely too mischievous looking for that. He was probably just an out of towner who stopped in for a drink.
"I'm Randy and you are?" His words snapped her out of her reverie.
"Michelle, Shelly actually, that's what everyone calls me." His eyes sparkled and the way he looked at her made her feel almost naked and exposed. As if he could see her, her body, her skin and secret places instead of the light blue dress she was wearing.
"You don't look like a Shelly." he said.
"I don't? Well, what do I look like?"
He looked at her thoughtfully and drained the rest of the beer from his glass. "You're too sexy to be called Shelly. Mitch suits you better." Shortening Michelle to Mitch wasn't exactly a stroke of genius but somehow, coming from him, it was incredibly sexy.
There was a little small talk, a few rounds of drinks and a moment of hesitation, but the night ended as Randy had intended. They had taken his truck from the bar, Randy driving as Shelly kissed his neck and massaged his inner thighs. Twice he slowed the truck, tempted to pull off the road and take her then and there but she stopped him. It would be better in bed she insisted. She was wearing a halter dress, tied behind her neck and as he pulled up the driveway her fingers were already working to undo the knot. He followed her out of the truck, grabbing her and pulling her to him. He pressed her tight against the door of his house. They were kissing, pulling at each other's clothes, their tongues pressing hotly together as he opened the door.
They didn't make it to the bed. With the straps of her dress untied she let it fall to the floor, bunching around her ankles as she stood there, topless, a little white thong the only material on her tanned body. She was perfect, just the way he had imagined her. She had a gorgeous little ass, and exquisite tits so firm and round they made his cock twitch just looking at them. Her nipples were small but so hot, pink and sensitive to the slightest touch.
He pushed her against the wall, his hands roaming across her body, sliding down to her tight, round ass and squeezing her cheeks. God she felt so good to him. He couldn't remember being this horny in his entire life and she seemed to feel the same heat and desire as he did.
Shelly's hands found his cock as he kissed and sucked her tits. She pushed away from him, glanced into his eyes and with a wicked little smile dropped onto her knees. She had his cock free from his jeans in seconds.
Her lips parted and a slight moan escaped them as she leaned in and kissed the head of his penis. He rested his hand on her head and tangled his fingers in her soft, dark hair. God her lips were like liquid velvet, soft and warm. She was massaging him with her hands, pumping his cock and making him harder than he had ever been. Sucking him lightly, swirling her tongue in slow circles around the head of his cock and then gliding her lips all the way down his shaft until he hit the back of her throat.
Over and over she did this, varying her intensity, bringing him to the edge but then backing off, and letting the sensation fade slightly as she focused on another area. She was driving him mad and he loved every second of it. Finally she couldn't take it anymore, she had to taste him. With her hand cupping his balls, teasing them and massaging them, she took his cock deep into her mouth. Swallowing against him and moaning. The vibrations of her moan moving like a touch of fire through his body.
He came, shooting stream after stream of hot creamy cum into her pretty little mouth. Some of it escaped and dropped from her lips to her breast. Without hesitation she moved her fingers across it, transferring it to them and bringing her hand to her mouth.
Randy watched as she sucked his cum from her fingertips. He just leaned there against the wall, breathing, trying to regain control of his body and mind. Michelle was unlike anyone he had ever known.
He looked down at her and pulled her to her feet. Kissing her softly on the lips he lifted her into his arms and walked the few feet to the bed. Her body was perfect, sculpted and slim from exercise, tanned and young. He couldn't remember ever being this attracted to a woman before.
She laid back on the bed, her legs spread slightly and her fingers playing with her tits. She was hot and ready to be taken but Randy wasn't about to be rushed. He took her feet in his hands, brought them to his lips and began kissing them. He worked slowly, his lips moving along the arch of her foot, her toes, over her ankles.
Shelly was so wet, moaning, begging him to take her, to let her cum. Her fingers slipped repeatedly into her wetness and every time they did he would stop her. This was his game and she had to play by his rules. His lips found their way to her thighs. Soft and smooth, he began massaging them as he kissed her. Her moans were so soft and low, he was lost in the sound of her excitement as he began kissing her pussy lips. She bucked her hips up to meet him, begging him to give her what she so desperately needed. He slipped his tongue between her lips, moving slowly, tasting her, savoring her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" over and over she panted her mantra, begging for him to fulfill her desires.
"Tell me what you want Mitch" he whispered, "Tell daddy what you need." She was so close to the edge, ready to cum, needing to cum.
Shelly's words were barely audible as she moaned, "Suck me daddy. Suck my clit, make me cum." With that he closed his lips over her sex, gliding his tongue over her clit, his hands under her hips raising her puss to meet his face. God she tasted so good. Her body was trembling, shaking from the intensity as she climaxed. Her juices soaked his face as he continued to lick and suck, his tongue probing inside of her tight pussy.
She was panting, her body on fire as she lay there. He looked up at her, his lips still wet with her juices. He began kissing her tummy, slowly working his way up. He caressed and kissed her body all over, moving along her side, along the soft, sexy curve of her hip. He stopped at her breasts, burying his face between them and inhaling her sweetness.
Randy could feel his cock growing again, becoming hard and long. He needed to be inside of her. As he kissed and sucked her nipples she massaged the back of his leg with her foot. As she moved he could feel the softness of her smooth pussy rubbing against him, inviting him in.
Randy moved between her thighs, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her. Their tongues meet, dancing together. She sucked his tongue, closing her lips around it, kissing him and tasting him. He pressed the head of his cock against her. Without breaking their kiss she spread her legs wider, asking him with her body to come inside her. He pressed in, slowly. God she was tight. It felt as if he were slipping into a vise, her body gripped and massaged his penis as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was moaning, her breath hot on his neck as she whispered "Fuck me hard daddy."
He was every girls dream man. At 39 he was just beginning to develop that look that drives all women wild. Cool and confidant, cocky but with an edge of playfulness simmering just beneath the surface. He had been married for nearly 13 years before he decided he couldn't take anymore. Randy was a good man, a little wild as all men tend to be but faithful and loving. His marriage had been mostly one sided, with him making all of the compromises and giving all he had to give to make it work. After his wife had her second affair he decided it was time to make a change. That had been nearly a year before and, with his divorce behind him, he was thoroughly enjoying his new found freedom.
When he walked in to the sports bar that Friday night he had a lot of things in mind. Seeing the game, his favorite team was playing tonight; drinking well past his limit; and, most importantly, getting at least one hot little number into his bed for some private tutoring. This was, after all, a college town. Why not enjoy the eye candy that comes into the pub looking for a little excitement?
Michelle was not a drinker. Well, not in the sense of most college kids. It was against her nature to be out of control and drunk. Neither had she ever experimented with drugs. Not to say she was prudish, just one of those good girls that you hear so much about but never really meet. Her best friend had talked her into coming to the pub that night, saying something about "living life and letting loose for a change". She had given in only to retain her sanity. Emily was sweet but when she began harping on a subject she could drive a person insane. So, sitting at a table, looking somewhat out of place and bored, was Michelle. Her drink getting warm as she watched her fellow students, Emily included, dancing and having fun.
"Hi." She looked up with a start into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. "Anyone sitting here?" he asked.
"Umm no, no one" she could barely form words as he pulled the chair out and sat down. Who was this man? She had never seen him before and he was definitely not a student. Could he be a professor? No, definitely too mischievous looking for that. He was probably just an out of towner who stopped in for a drink.
"I'm Randy and you are?" His words snapped her out of her reverie.
"Michelle, Shelly actually, that's what everyone calls me." His eyes sparkled and the way he looked at her made her feel almost naked and exposed. As if he could see her, her body, her skin and secret places instead of the light blue dress she was wearing.
"You don't look like a Shelly." he said.
"I don't? Well, what do I look like?"
He looked at her thoughtfully and drained the rest of the beer from his glass. "You're too sexy to be called Shelly. Mitch suits you better." Shortening Michelle to Mitch wasn't exactly a stroke of genius but somehow, coming from him, it was incredibly sexy.
There was a little small talk, a few rounds of drinks and a moment of hesitation, but the night ended as Randy had intended. They had taken his truck from the bar, Randy driving as Shelly kissed his neck and massaged his inner thighs. Twice he slowed the truck, tempted to pull off the road and take her then and there but she stopped him. It would be better in bed she insisted. She was wearing a halter dress, tied behind her neck and as he pulled up the driveway her fingers were already working to undo the knot. He followed her out of the truck, grabbing her and pulling her to him. He pressed her tight against the door of his house. They were kissing, pulling at each other's clothes, their tongues pressing hotly together as he opened the door.
They didn't make it to the bed. With the straps of her dress untied she let it fall to the floor, bunching around her ankles as she stood there, topless, a little white thong the only material on her tanned body. She was perfect, just the way he had imagined her. She had a gorgeous little ass, and exquisite tits so firm and round they made his cock twitch just looking at them. Her nipples were small but so hot, pink and sensitive to the slightest touch.
He pushed her against the wall, his hands roaming across her body, sliding down to her tight, round ass and squeezing her cheeks. God she felt so good to him. He couldn't remember being this horny in his entire life and she seemed to feel the same heat and desire as he did.
Shelly's hands found his cock as he kissed and sucked her tits. She pushed away from him, glanced into his eyes and with a wicked little smile dropped onto her knees. She had his cock free from his jeans in seconds.
Her lips parted and a slight moan escaped them as she leaned in and kissed the head of his penis. He rested his hand on her head and tangled his fingers in her soft, dark hair. God her lips were like liquid velvet, soft and warm. She was massaging him with her hands, pumping his cock and making him harder than he had ever been. Sucking him lightly, swirling her tongue in slow circles around the head of his cock and then gliding her lips all the way down his shaft until he hit the back of her throat.
Over and over she did this, varying her intensity, bringing him to the edge but then backing off, and letting the sensation fade slightly as she focused on another area. She was driving him mad and he loved every second of it. Finally she couldn't take it anymore, she had to taste him. With her hand cupping his balls, teasing them and massaging them, she took his cock deep into her mouth. Swallowing against him and moaning. The vibrations of her moan moving like a touch of fire through his body.
He came, shooting stream after stream of hot creamy cum into her pretty little mouth. Some of it escaped and dropped from her lips to her breast. Without hesitation she moved her fingers across it, transferring it to them and bringing her hand to her mouth.
Randy watched as she sucked his cum from her fingertips. He just leaned there against the wall, breathing, trying to regain control of his body and mind. Michelle was unlike anyone he had ever known.
He looked down at her and pulled her to her feet. Kissing her softly on the lips he lifted her into his arms and walked the few feet to the bed. Her body was perfect, sculpted and slim from exercise, tanned and young. He couldn't remember ever being this attracted to a woman before.
She laid back on the bed, her legs spread slightly and her fingers playing with her tits. She was hot and ready to be taken but Randy wasn't about to be rushed. He took her feet in his hands, brought them to his lips and began kissing them. He worked slowly, his lips moving along the arch of her foot, her toes, over her ankles.
Shelly was so wet, moaning, begging him to take her, to let her cum. Her fingers slipped repeatedly into her wetness and every time they did he would stop her. This was his game and she had to play by his rules. His lips found their way to her thighs. Soft and smooth, he began massaging them as he kissed her. Her moans were so soft and low, he was lost in the sound of her excitement as he began kissing her pussy lips. She bucked her hips up to meet him, begging him to give her what she so desperately needed. He slipped his tongue between her lips, moving slowly, tasting her, savoring her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" over and over she panted her mantra, begging for him to fulfill her desires.
"Tell me what you want Mitch" he whispered, "Tell daddy what you need." She was so close to the edge, ready to cum, needing to cum.
Shelly's words were barely audible as she moaned, "Suck me daddy. Suck my clit, make me cum." With that he closed his lips over her sex, gliding his tongue over her clit, his hands under her hips raising her puss to meet his face. God she tasted so good. Her body was trembling, shaking from the intensity as she climaxed. Her juices soaked his face as he continued to lick and suck, his tongue probing inside of her tight pussy.
She was panting, her body on fire as she lay there. He looked up at her, his lips still wet with her juices. He began kissing her tummy, slowly working his way up. He caressed and kissed her body all over, moving along her side, along the soft, sexy curve of her hip. He stopped at her breasts, burying his face between them and inhaling her sweetness.
Randy could feel his cock growing again, becoming hard and long. He needed to be inside of her. As he kissed and sucked her nipples she massaged the back of his leg with her foot. As she moved he could feel the softness of her smooth pussy rubbing against him, inviting him in.
Randy moved between her thighs, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her. Their tongues meet, dancing together. She sucked his tongue, closing her lips around it, kissing him and tasting him. He pressed the head of his cock against her. Without breaking their kiss she spread her legs wider, asking him with her body to come inside her. He pressed in, slowly. God she was tight. It felt as if he were slipping into a vise, her body gripped and massaged his penis as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was moaning, her breath hot on his neck as she whispered "Fuck me hard daddy."
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