Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

 This Monday morning was a special day.Patricia Clark was dressed in her second best business office outfit and was off to the center of town for her first day on the job at a large corporate location not far from the United Nations building.The cosmetically perfect nineteen year old was excessively nervous and shaking inside from the fear and self-doubt of starting a new job in a strange place with no familiar faces around her and totally absent her reassuring parental support system.She had carefully selected her best white French knickers with the intricate lace trim because they accentuated her gloriously tempting long legs and delicately curved buttocks when viewed from the rear. Of course, she had them well hidden with her modest just-below-the knee skirt that was a bit too conservative for fashionable display.Her neighborhood in the slightly run-down East Bronx was a constant source of irritation to her because it was not the sort of place one would expect a gentleman of substance to visit in order to pick her up or deliver her safely back home after the sun had set on the dangerous city streets.Patricia’s best friend Sandy’s brother, Clark, was waiting on the stoop to walk her to the subway platform. She was not overly pleased with his appearance in the slightly wrinkled shirt and terribly garish out-of-style tie that make him look slightly ridiculous istanbul travesti in the early morning light.Patricia hoped that none of the passers-by would think he was her boyfriend or anything like that because he had the disgraceful look of a loser. In a way, she considered her linkage to him was a fate worse than death and a sure-fire way to drive away possible proper candidates for giving her the sexual experience she so desperately wanted.“Hi, Trisha, you look so nice this morning. I’m sure you are going to knock them out at the new job.”She smiled up at the much taller Clark and allowed him to help her down the steep stoop steps that presented a challenge to her unfamiliar high heels with the platform angle. She was still a bit wobbly on them despite practicing a couple of hours in the privacy of her bedroom away from prying eyes. She had the long mirrors angled so she could see her backside as she walked and was more than satisfied with how shapely her bottom looked as she walked like a queen a full four inches higher on top of the dark black patent leather pumps that matched her shoulder strapped handbag.Patricia was relieved that her bedroom had the totally uncoordinated area rug of many colors to muffle the staccato clicking sound of her stiletto designer heels because she didn’t want her parents to suspect she was desperately seeking travesti istanbul a male companion that would speedily bury his cream-covered salami in her patiently waiting vagina without any need to promise either wedded bliss or even steady dating patterns. Her sense was that the longer the frowning Clark hovered over her like some guardian angel, the less chance she had of corralling a promising horizontal partner to reduce her sexual tension and show her some more advanced techniques of coupling outside of the bonds of matrimony.If it wasn’t for Mister Jensen on the third floor, she would still be a blushing virgin with no idea of what to expect when a man talked her out of her undies and convinced her to bend over for a lesson in loving a married man. The poor man already had four little ones and she made certain he used a condom because his potency in producing little babies was already a proven fact.She was confused and nervous until she felt his hardness pushing into her hairy bush and spreading her feminine lips with the skill of a well-practiced married man. Her dreaded cherry was a thing of the past in the blink of an eye and she was on the road to happy orgasms with absolutely no regrets or apologies to his wife for borrowing his services on the spur of the moment.Unfortunately, after that brilliant beginning, Mister Jensen reverted istanbul travestileri to his perverted fetish of spanking her bare cheeks and planting his wonderful long thing in her backside instead of in her needy pussy. It was nice for a bit of variety, but she soon tired of his obsession and told him,“I don’t want your business up my ass any more, Mister Jensen. I suggest you stick it up your wife’s backside, even if she makes you promise her the moon to turn over and get on her belly in bed with her ass up nice and high just like you make me do almost all the time.”They smiled at each other in the hallway but that was the extent of it and it was probably for the best because his wife was ready to call it quits unless he showed her more attention. ***The station platform was crowded indicating that the trains were running a little late this Monday morning.Clark was holding her elbow, but they both knew as soon as the doors opened, they would be pushed and shoved apart by the crush of the crowd and she was not at all unhappy about that certainty because she knew he would rub his long dick on her thigh the entire trip. He had a nice feel to his hardness, but she felt Clark was not her type and wanted someone that would make her take it and not tell her how beautiful she was all the time. She had liked the way Mister Jensen had roughed her up sometimes and made her do things that she pretended made her feel degraded and humiliated all things considered. The truth of the matter was that his demands made her so excited sometimes that she had a quickie orgasm before things even got hot and heavy.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32