Offering Old Lover, my Daughter.

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Offering Old Lover, my Daughter.Short, quick, impulsive, and straight from the heart, but more important, using the right words to capture the moment.I started my Summer employment in real estate, ‘With your looks and body you could sell anything’. Initially I was offended, but as there were big rewards for making good sales, I could see where he was coming from, so yes I acted as if I was a prude to the idea, but deep down her touched a raw nerve that made me feel wet as I thought about being alone with some handsome hunk about to drop thousands into my bank account, why would I not like to celebrate with a piece of cock at the end of it?My marriage had hit a rocky start with money problem, my husband as it turns out had gambling debts and I walked away, citing about not losing what I brought to this ill fated union, moved away and enrolled in University, to finish my education and fulfill my potential.Eighteen months later celibate and studious, I began to relax a lot more, my decree nisi had come through and my younger friends suggested to drag me out on a bender to celebrate and immediately I began to realise just how much I was missing the fun.I was in the toilets when a couple of the girls brazenly removed their underwear and dropped them into the waste bin, ‘Let’s go get some cock’, was their cry and I laughed, my head spinning with the shorts and alcohol mixtures. ‘You need to get laid lady and tonight is the night’, she dropped to her knees and shot her hands up my skirt and pulled my knickers down and off, then tossed them to her friend and so on until I did not know who had them.I was frog marched back to the bar, commando and plonked onto a bar stool with my skirt over the top of the stool, so my bare ass was on the plastic seating and getting hot.More drinks, kisses from men cornered by the girls and cajoled to kiss me, as if I was on my hen night, not that many needed encouragement, but as as always been my problem I went back to their place and promptly passed out.My phone went off, I had a very important meeting, to finalize and close a deal on a house up Morningside, an affluent area that meant the biggest bonus ever for me. I got up, still dressed as I was when I plopped down after arriving back last night.I had no time except to use a finger and brush my teeth, I called for a cab, and if everything went to plane I should arrive as planned.I waited anxiously for my cab one of the room doors opened and out walked a young man, in his teens completely naked and sporting an erection, ‘Good Morning’, I said, suddenly realizing how much I missing sleeping with one of them. He smiled back sheepishly as his cock bounced as he walked, how I wished I was on the end of one right now, I suddenly realized I was fucking horny, I was coming alive, perhaps with a mixture of nervous excitement at my potential sale and seeing the young man at the same time.Sandra, who slept in the room where the young man had just emerged, suddenly appeared, sleepy eyed and just as naked as the boy before her.’Where are you going she whispered, not in the least abashed at her nudity as she came over to me and gave me a hug. She smelt warm and musky and I mentioned it to her, ‘I have been fucking all night long’, she retorted, ‘I need some sleep right now’ and she turned as the naked boy appeared, ‘Come meet my friend’, she told him and we hugged with his cock pressing into my skirt. I found myself squeezing his shoulders as if telling him I wanted a piece of him, I liked the way he smelt also.’You two look great together’, said Sandra, adding quickly, ‘come back to bed with us and let Johnny loose on you’.I heard the taxi toot his horn, ‘My Taxi’, I countered, ‘I need to go, but I might come back’ and as if to let them know canlı bahis şirketleri I was serious, I reached out and took Johnny’s cock in my hand, as if shaking his hand and said a fond farewell, really squeezing it whilst looking into his eyes.In the short cab ride up to Morningside, all I could think was the wonderful feeling in my hand where Johnny’s cock was, it was like an indelible feeling, like men have felt when a leg is removed and it feels like it needs to be scratched, I was clenching and unclenching my fingers as my mental imagery was on his cock, and I was scratching that ghostly pleasure.I hoped Johnny would want to fuck Sandra and only see me as he did it.I had met this couple on numerous occasions and struck an accord with them both, his wife slightly older than I, and he by nearly 20 years over both of us.When I got there my heart sank, I could see their car and started working on my grovelling to curry favour and before alighting the cab, had already formulated my excuses.As the cab drove off he appeared from the rear of the building, looking dapper, he had style I could give him that and he carried himself with a positive demeanor, ‘Good Morning Frida’, he hailed, warm and friendly, suddenly all my excuses were not needed, he was not angry and I flashed my sales smile back, suddenly realizing, I was not wearing any underwear, why and at that particular moment in time, I don’t know, but it did add a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ to our meeting, especially as we were alone at that moment.’You beautiful wife not here today’, I asked inquisitively? ‘No’, he replied, ‘she has gone back down south to pack’, so it;s just us two’, and as he spoke he gestured through the open gate I walked, feeling the softness of his touch on my shoulder as he guided me through, it lingered and it felt warm and inviting.’Going to pack’, I repeated to him, ‘I hope that means you like what you have seen’? I was of course referring to the house, but he retorted, he liked what he saw, but he was looking at me, and I blushed and suddenly felt happy, I had him to myself and an empty house with a bed upstairs, not that I needed a bed.’I shall put the kettle on’, I replied to his flattering remark, the dirty bugger had his eye on my pussy as part of the deal, I supposed, but I was on cloud nine, the bonus was in five figures I naughtily hoped his cock was as big or bigger in inches.I filled the electric kettle and opened the blind, then walked to the back door and raised the blind on that window too and stood there looking through onto the small vegetable patch the previous owner had dug, ‘It’s really beautiful here’, I remarked about the scenery, and as I turned to face him as I spoke, he was filming me standing at the back door, with the Sun streaming through, ‘yes’, he retorted, ‘you simply cannot know just how beautiful’, he had been filming me as the Sun illuminated my form and shape under my clothes, or the lack of them, I appeared as if naked, which I was and when he played it back at mt behest, I was right, he saw I was nude under my skirt and we stood face to face, in one of those pregnant pauses, but only for a minute, as the dam burst and we tore each other’s clothes off and fucked like a couple of sex starved k**s, then up to the bedroom, where the previous owner had left the bed and we lay there for hours, touching and kissing and I slept in his arms, feeling his warm semen run from my pussy, I felt complete as a woman.again.That summer was brilliant, I made some more sales and a whopping bank balance by the end of it. On the sex scene, having discovered my lust for the male appendage, I also discovered a feminine side I never knew I had, a love for my own sex and took up the offer Sandra canlı kaçak iddaa had made, and went to bed with them and found touching and kissing Sandra as delightful as sucking her young man’s cock.Picking a man as my daughters first Lover Should Westernized parents be involved in choosing their offspring’s sexual partners, like they do in what would be considered as a backward culture?Like most, I thought no way, whats so ever, remembering my own parents horror when they found out I was dating a man of 38 and I was just turned s*******n.My mother was determined to see us split up, she was always introducing me to her friends sons, around my own age, stupid and awkward, inexperienced and selfish, bullshit conversation, whereas this guy treated me as an adult, made me feel special, bought me beautiful gifts and taught me how to relax and really enjoy sex, there just seemed to be no end to what I learnt and wanted to do more.Mother only saw the reciprocal, he was fucking her teenage daughter, wow, such a trip for a man in near forties, almost close to her own age.As it happened nature and time took its course as I had to go back home to University and study, whilst his job kept him posted overseas and I could remember feeling sick inside suspecting my girlfriends taking advantage of my absence and moving in on him, they like me were sexually active, and they always flirted with him at every turn.I remember testing him with them, one girl in particular had gone out on a date with a guy who was in the New Zealand Army, he had made a play for her and before you knew it they were lovers, then he was posted back home, as it turned out he was married with two c***dren, she was broken hearted, just sixteen and had a small fiery blister on her privates, she panicked and was genuinely scared about having caught an STD from him, the lying bastard, as she called him.I took her around to my boyfriends flat that Friday, we were going to stay-over and like me and my parents, they were glad their daughter had dropped the army guy and was hanging out with me, not knowing of course my situation with this much older man.He gave us a glass of Dom Perignon Champagne, and we giggled like girls do, then I asked him about STD’s and we told him about my friends current predicament.It must have been the champagne as I watched his face, then hers, and the thought that in a few minutes he would be looking at her so intimately, I suddenly felt sexually excited at that thought and began to experience those deep sexual urges that really excite you.My friends face was a picture of torture and exquisite pleasure, my boyfriend had eased her panties to the side and opened her labia to expose the tender pinkish flesh of of our pussy, she was wetting very fast and I could see the moisture reflected in his fingers as he continued to tease her by fingering her open flesh around her vagina without actually penetrating her, which she clearly wanted.Her eyes were heavy and hooded and she was moaning softly, I looked at my boyfriend and he I, I nodded ever so gently my acceptance for him to relieve her of her sexual torment, ‘Can you get me that cream in my toilet bag’, and I got up as he said to my friend, ‘I think you have just pulled a pubic hair out’, and as I disappeared into his bathroom, I stopped and listened as she moaned louder and louder, he was fingering her and I knew how, I could see him as he did it with me, long slow but deliberate thrusts deep into my pussy and she was loving it, the way I did.I left them long enough to finish her and to hear him call me back with the cream, to put on the swollen pubic hair follicle, and as he handed her the cream she looked embarrassed and I felt vindicated and very adult about sharing canlı kaçak bahis him and my friends smile said it all.We drank more alcohol and laughed at our sexploits, then we went to bed together, eager to please each other, we shared him as long as it was understood he was mine, and when he was not, I got to watch him with others, an equally gratifying experience, as he insisted I start going with men he chose for me, then the sex became very liberating and equally gratifying.Then it was time for me to leave my paradise and the journey home was the most dark moody experience. He came to see me off, with one of my friends, at that moment I hated her for all she was, because he would bed her and make great sex, she was encouraging him to leave me at the airport and making sure I could see she was near naked and desperate to get him into bed.It truly was the beginning of the end, and I moved initially into halls but then moved out and shared with another girl, who introduced me to her brother and encouraged me to start dating him and as time passed we got closer and before I knew it, I was pregnant and my first love was lost.Over the years I had three more c***dren and that was enough, my life was now devoted to them and as time went by, I separated and was left wondering where it all went wrong.My first born was now sixteen and having her own problems with her weight, her body type, and not being able to find a steady boyfriend. I tried to use my own experiences, but she would just throw it back in my face and say, ‘That was then, this is now and it’s me’.Then one day, after all those years, I was in town shopping with her and who should I bump into, my first love and when my daughter saw I knew him she was amazed, she was completely taken by him and refused to believe I had once dated him.He looked great and turned the woman’s heads as he walked past them, then our eyes met and I was terrified he would walk away and pretend he did not recognize me, time had been cruel to my body and how I yearned for those days when he was mad for me, but he did and approached as my daughter stood with her mouth hanging open, ‘Is that you Frida’, he asked in his cultured tones?I almost broke into tears for being remembered after all this time and fought back tears of happiness, struggling to introduce my daughter, the girl that sealed my fate and heralded our demise.’I have been dying to meet you my dear’, he said with a genuine interest and he took her hand and kissed the back of it. I beamed, he had done the same with me when we first met, and now, my daughters reaction and demeanor suddenly changed, she was charmed and I was pleased that someone at last had brought her out of her terrible state of mind and made her blush and feel excited.he did nor know of my marriage breakdown, he himself had never gotten around to marry, and why should he, when he could still pull them in as he had done with me and my friend.My daughter had gone off to do some shopping on her own and it gave me an opportunity to offload about my own woes and my daughters problem, what did he think from a man’s point of view, after all he knew a thing or two about girls.’You know what I think’, he retorted, ‘you and I broached that all those years back’, I nodded in agreement, and countered, ‘Will you try with her and teach her to enjoy her body’?He looked at me and asked, ‘What about her father’, to which I said, ‘Don’t worry about him, or myself for that matter, you have Carte Blanche, with her?Lying in bed and listening to my daughters laughter was a weird experience, it could have been me all those years ago, but I made a parenting choice, of a man I knew intimately to take my daughters innocence and show her how to enjoy the gifts of her body.I could hear their exertions in the bed, her moans and orgasms and felt my own longing for him to be back inside me doing it all over again, only this time it would be my daughter and not my friend, at least we have him under our roof now it’s about keeping him there.

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