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My girlfriend is amazing. Ever since the night I met her I have been completely obsessed with her, emotionally and physically. I have always been the type to let things happen, I am not pro-active. I couldn’t even come to terms with the fact that she actually liked me, much less ask her to be my girlfriend. But, to my surprise and amazement her feelings for me were true, and she asked me to be hers.

In the beginning, or relationship was bumpy, but it felt so right. We had some bad times, but the good times made me believe that without the bad, this relationship couldn’t exist because it was too perfect. Sadly, I was unable to take advantage of my girlfriend’s beauty. I didn’t understand that she wanted a physical relationship. It took a matter of weeks for her to kiss me, a kiss that I will remember for the rest of my existence.

We are high school students, and I didn’t seem to understand that high school students are supposed to fool around. I missed all the signs she threw at me. But, she didn’t forget me; she proclaimed her love and held on to me. With time, I realized that she wanted me to get her in the back seat of my car. When I finally porno izle did come to terms with that fact, I was overcome with joy. I was obsessed with disrobing my beautiful girlfriend. The rush of heat to my face when the sight of her completely perfect, beautifully perky breasts was so much, I couldn’t think of what to do. All I knew is that this girl was perfect, and that I wanted her.

Over time our relationship progressed. We we’re madly in love. We went on beautiful Sunday evening dates and on walks around the lake. I was madly in love, and live was a living nirvana.

The topic of sex came up in our conversations. We we’re both ready, but we both knew that it should be perfect. We were in love and we wanted to have our first time to be something completely unforgettable.

The opportunity to devirginize had passed us by many times, but whenever the chance was there, something was wrong. It never felt right, it had to be perfect. And then, perfection materialized.

A group of our close friends was at a party, and everyone was happy. The hot tub seemed to be the hot spot, so many people that it was overflowing. My beautiful porno girlfriend was there, and we were both having a great time. As we sat there an opportunity came that I actually seized. My hand slowly worked its way down to my beautiful girlfriends vagina. I always believed that water ridded the natural lubrication, but I was wrong. As I positioned my hand so that I could penetrate her opening, I could feel her arousal. She was wet, and she was definitely horny. I slowly worked my fingers inside of her wonderful vagina, moving them back and fourth. Her speech became disoriented, and she seemed to be in a trance. Trying to avoid being caught by all the people around, she stopped me and turned around and began to kiss me, sending disabling chills down my spine. It was the most passionate kiss we have ever had, and it felt so perfect. We continued kissing, noticing that everyone was leaving.

And then it happened, we were alone. It was truly perfect.

Looking into my eyes, my beautiful girlfriend said, “Should we?” while pressing her covered vagina onto my erect penis. The twinkle that I love in her eyes was so beautiful this night, I rokettube was in paradise.

Replying to her question, I nodded and somehow answered, although the delight of the situation put me in a daze, by saying, “Can we?”

With that, moved her hand down my body and undid my drawstring. She pulled my pants down and took my penis into her fingers. She positioned herself on top of me and moved my penis to the opening I love so much. Slowly, she pulled herself down, moving her vagina down the shaft of my penis. The sensation was beyond words. In each other’s arms, we slowly began to move up and down. Her tight vagina fit perfectly around my penis, it was meant to be. We continued to rock, back and fourth, pumping up and down. I was in bliss; I had never felt anything even on the same scale of amazement as this experience. I was deep inside of my beautiful girlfriend, I was as physically and emotionally close to her as I ever had been in my life, and everything was perfect.

As we thrusted into each other, we both moaned and simultaneously orgasmed. The complete bliss I felt at that moment overwhelmed me. As I slowly exited her, we fell into each other’s arms. Kissing me tenderly, she looked into my eyes and told me that she loved me. I knew at that moment that life couldn’t get any better. I was living a dream, and I was in love with the most beautiful woman in the world.

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It is Saturday night at the casino, and as you will find out, Pam has plans for me. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did. Once again, if you are not into female domination stories…read something else.

I was sitting in the tub while the hot water jets soothed my body. My legs were shaved smooth, and Pam was in the shower. The humiliation I went through still had my cock hard. It was amazing how Pam took over the entire situation. She made me display my panties and stockings in front of Jason, and sucked his cock while I watched. The way she threw him on the bed and controlled the action was remarkable. I was worried that she would go too far and make me touch his cock, or suck it. I would have used our safe word. But in the heat of the moment who knows?

“Scott, come out of there, and let me see how you look.” Pam woke me from my thoughts.

“Very, very nice, your long thin smooth legs will look lovely tonight. Go and select a sexy panty and stocking, but not my black seamed thigh highs…I will be wearing them.”

I went to the drawer and put on a white stocking with lacy tops, and a white thong.

“Perfect. You look stunning my darling.”

The stockings felt incredible going up my shaved legs. My cock was leaking, and I could not control it.

“Get my black seamed thigh highs, and help Mistress dress.”

I rolled the stockings up Pam’s legs like she taught me.

“Now get my black bikini panties, and red dress.” Pam directed.

The red dress was short. Pam stepped into it, and it barely covered her stocking tops. Her nipples showed through the light material.

“You don’t mind if Mistress goes bra-less tonight, do you Scotty?”

“No Mistress, you look very sexy.” I was in awe.

“Now, dress me in my panties.”

I slid them up her hosed legs, and they matched her lacy stocking tops. I could have shot my load right then.

“Now get the very high boots you bought me, and put them on my feet.”

She put her hand on my shoulder, as I pulled them on her feet. They were sky high, as she stood towering over me. They went up to her knees, and framed her black seamed stockings and short hem line perfectly.

“Break my new boots in with your tongue.” She demanded.

I gladly obliged, licking every inch, tasting the fresh leather. Pam then went to the make up table and sat, tugging my ear, as I crawled behind her. I was kneeling at her side.

“Does watching Mistress applying make-up turn you on?”

“To be honest Mistress, it really does!” I confessed.

“I thought so, my naughty slave husband.”

Pam was stroking her lashes with black mascara, and taking her time with her lipstick.

“Would you like Mistress to go out tonight, and leave you here in your pretty outfit?”

I was in a deep sub zone. Pam held a cigarette to her lips, and I sprung up to light it.

“No Mistress, I would like to be with you. But if that will make you happy, I will stay here.”

As Pam sat in the chair, her stocking tops were visible.

“Perhaps I would find a man to my liking, and bring him up here. Would you like to serve us drinks, and tend to our needs? After all, I already sucked one strangers cock today, and you didn’t mind. In fact you brought his cock to me!”

She was putting on her silver earrings, puckering her red lips.

“That is a fantasy of mine Mistress, but one I would like to keep a fantasy.”

“Tell Mistress about this fantasy Scott.”

She was now rubbing my cock through my white panties.

“It’s too embarrassing to tell Mistress.”

“Well then, let me help you along. Go get your butt plug, bend over the bed, and pull your panties down. “

I followed instructions and handed her the butt plug.

“No baby oil this time sweetie, I have a better idea.”

Pam wiped some pre-cum from the head of my cock, and spread it on the tip of the plug. She moved the plug in circles around my hole, and forcefully shoved it in me. I moaned with relief, when it was in place.

“Pull your panties up, and come sit at Mistresses make up table.”

I sat at the table, and she put the vibrator on low. Pam was playing with my hair, standing behind me.

“I will give you a choice my love. Confess your fantasy or I will make up your face and lips, and have you walk around the casino all night… Or is that another one of your fantasies?” She giggled.

“No Mistress please, I will tell you.”

She sat on the chair with her legs crossed, and a big smile on her face.

“Pour us some wine, and begin.”

I poured the wine, and sat across from her. Pam then increased the vibrator a bit. It felt so good, and my cock was oozing semen like crazy.

“It is to be your cuckold Mistress. For you to date whom ever you like, when ever you like. I would help you prepare and dress for dates. If you decided to take your date home, I would be waiting to serve you dressed as you wish.”

“Go on my love, this is getting good.” Pam gulped her wine.

“The humiliation of watching you, or just knowing that you’re with üvey kız kardeş porno another guy, is a turn on. Today was a bit different, but I loved licking your ass as you gave Jason a blow job. It’s all about the humiliation of it all. I can’t explain why, but I guess that’s what makes me submissive.”

“Come to me Scott.”

I walked over to her chair, and stood before her. She lowered the vibrator, and rubbed my balls through my panties.

“You will bath me, and keep my pussy and ass shaved for my lover. I would have you pick out sexy clothes for me to wear for my dates.”

I just moaned in agreement.

“You would wait up all night for me, ready to clean my pussy with your tongue.”

My moans were louder.

“You would dress in sexy lingerie and meet my date at the door. My date and I would be kissing and fondling each other, as you stood by with drinks. He would comment on how pretty you look, and we both would laugh.”

I had to move away from her hand, as I would have cum.

“Don’t move from me, and don’t dare cum…pour me some wine.”

She continued, while smoothing her hands over my stockings.

“It would be fun to give you a female name, and call you that while my lover is present. Sabrina is pretty… That’s it…on our slave weeks you are Sabrina. Answer me Sabrina.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good, I like that. My date will also call you Sabrina. When the time comes for us to have sex, you will make sure our bedroom is clean, and the bed is turned down. You might also light candles, before you sleep in the guest room.”

She was hitting all the cuckold desires. Pam did her home work well.

“If I called you into our bedroom, would you pull down my lovers pants for me, and fold them neatly? Would Sabrina, stroke his cock, and get it hard for Mistress? Would Sabrina put on red lipstick, and suck his cock if I asked?”

Pam pulled down my panties, and was now stroking my shaft.

“Tell me the truth, and you can cum…tell me!” Pam was loud.

“Yes, Yes, Yes…I would suck cock for you Mistress…Yes, Yes…”

“Come for me Sabrina… cum for me!”

I shot my load all over the place! On the floor, on the bed, and on the wall… it was an amazing explosion. Pam had dug deep inside my fantasy, and discovered the truth.

After I exploded my cock was still hard… and the butt plug still in place. Pam pulled my panties back on and said,

“Now that wasn’t so difficult. You should never hide your fantasies from Mistress…after all; I can’t fulfill them, if you don’t tell me. You will clean up your mess later. Go and get dressed, I am starving.”

I was ashamed at my self. Telling Pam I would suck cock for her, dressed in lingerie, set a new level of humiliation…so I thought!

Part Five…Chapter Two

We went to the lobby, and picked out a cozy quiet restaurant. Every guy that past us was drooling over Pam, and she looked right back at them flirting. I walked a couple of steps behind her, and watched the short tight dress swing with her ass. Her black stockings were sheer, except for the dark seam running up the back of her legs. The boots she wore were pointy toed, and had a six inch heel…and she handled them well.

“Scotty, I want to gamble. After we eat, I will play some black jack. You may watch Mistress from afar, but do not address me unless I call you. Is that understood?”

“Yes Mistress, I will always be close by in case I am needed.”

“Good, now pay the bill and I will see you later.”

She walked away and headed to a near by black jack table. It was full, but they made room for the lady in red. Pam bought some chips, and planted her perfect ass in a chair. I was sure her dress rode up enough to display her sexy stocking tops.

I went to a roulette table, and stood. My butt plug made it uncomfortable to sit for long periods. I had sight of Pam sipping a cock tail, and smoking a cigarette (lit by the dealer) it was a lively table, as all players cheered, and groaned together. Pam seemed to be the center of attention.

A couple of hours had past, and I was just about even. I wondered how Pam was doing. I looked over, and she was gone. After searching for about one half hour I spotted her playing this Chinese game. I had seen it before, and could never remember the name, or how it was played. I noticed one of the players from her black jack table was sitting next to her. She was a very hot Asian girl, who appeared to be about 22 or 23 years old.

The Asian girl wore a very short black dress, with black stockings that were laced with designs. She wore high heeled black shoes with a platform sole. The shoes looked too heavy for her dainty feet. Her long straight black hair framed her beautiful full red lips. Her eyes were dark, and covered with mascara. The two of them sitting there lit up the whole table.

After a couple of bourbons, and another two hours, I noticed Pam and her friend having a drink at a bar. It was now in the wee hours of the morning, and I was getting xnxx porno tired. That’s when my phone rang.

“I won about $500, how about you?”

“I am about even Mistress, I was playing roulette earlier.”

“I need my feet rubbed, these boots are killing me. Go to our room and pull down the bed, you can worship my feet tonight, I will be up in a few minutes.”

I went to our room, and took off my shirt and pants. The sheets were pulled down, and the lights were dimmed. I waited about twenty minutes, and Pam came in. She stood while I pulled off her boots, and kissed her hot sweaty feet. Her stockings held in the sweat nicely, and I savored the taste. She dropped on the bed and said,

“Sabrina, be a doll and undress me. I am very tired, and would like to sleep. You may continue to worship my feet, when you are done.”

She pulled her arms up, and I slid her dress over her head. She was a bit intoxicated, and started giggling,

“Sabrina, put Mistresses dress on, I want to see it on you.”

She leaned back on both elbows, and smiled.

I stepped into the red dress, and put my arms through the top straps. The dress showed my balls through my white panties.

“Sabrina you look gorgeous…turn for me.”

I slowly turned, and displayed the back. My ass cheeks were hanging out from the dress. Pam was now laughing.

“Pull up the front of your dress Sabrina, and show Mistress.”

My cock was hard as a rock, and bending my panties.

“It appears Sabrina likes her new dress. You may take off my stockings, then continue to worship my feet in your dress. She wasn’t laughing.

I kissed and rubbed her feet for about twenty five minutes, until I knew she was asleep. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and wandered what I have become. My white stockings against Pam’s short red dress had me looking like’ Sabrina’. Pam had opened up a new window, and my cock responded with full erection. Before taking off the dress, I put away all the clothes thrown about, and removed the butt plug from my ass. I actually felt like a slut. My stocking legs cuddled next to her, and fast asleep I fell.

Morning came quickly, as the sun lit up our suite. I quickly closed the window curtains and got dressed. Pam was still in a deep sleep, as I went to the lobby for tea and coffee. I thought about the beautiful Asian girl Pam was with earlier, and if I should ask about her. After a nice hot shower, I sat drinking my coffee in a white fluffy bath robe.

Pam stirred, and rubbed her eyes. Her black panties were riding up sacred places. I brought her the tea, and she sat and sipped it.

“You look comfy in that robe. What time is it?”

“Its noon Mistress, Did you enjoy your birthday?”

“I enjoyed it very much. I had an interesting massage, and won some money last night. I was playing this Chinese poker game called ‘Pai Gow’. My friend Amanda introduced it to me, and we had a blast.”

“Amanda?” I asked meekly.

“Yes, you will meet her later. I want to take a nice jet bath, and get ready for the day. Get it ready for me.”

I set the water temperature, and poured in some flowery bath gel. Pam tossed her panties at me, and I helped her into the tub. As she eased back, the steamy water fogged the mirrors.

“Wash my back for me sweetie.”

I lathered up a sponge and slid it along her back. My robe had parted and Pam grabbed my hard cock.

“Did you enjoy wearing Mistresses dress last night…and be honest.”

“It was strange Mistress. You telling me to wear it… was a big turn on. I guess it’s the humiliation thing again.”

Pam was stroking my cock, and had that evil grin on her face.

“Suppose I dressed you in panties, garter belt, stockings and bra. I could add make up and a sassy wig, and find a fitting high heeled shoe…would that be a turn on?”

I backed away from her stroking, because I would have cum. She giggled.

It’s getting hot in here Sabrina. Today you will wear red thigh highs with a matching thong. Put out my skinny jeans and the crotch- less panties you bought me…you are dismissed.”

I found the fire red thigh highs, and the red thong with a lacy waist band, and dressed.

Pam’s skinny jeans fit her like they were painted on. She wore a low cut purple top, with four inch platform pumps. After she applied her make-up, we went down and ate brunch.

“Are you ready to continue our erotic weekend? I think you will enjoy it.” Pam said, as she ate some fruit.

“This weekend has been so amazing; I am ready for anything Mistress.”

“Good, when we finish eating, I want you to go to our suite, and wait for me. You may stay dressed in your Scott clothes.”

I did as I was told, and nervously waited, not knowing what Pam had planned. Over my stockings and panties, I wore black Dockers and a collared shirt. About one hour later I heard the door open.

“Scott, this is my friend I told you about… Amanda this is my husband.”

Amanda was even more beautiful than I thought. She also had very tight jeans zenci porno on, wearing a short black boot, with about a four inch heel. For her thin frame, she hosted a large round rack, about 35-c. Amanda’s long straight black hair, slightly covered her perfectly made up face. Her lips were red, to match her red blouse.

“Hello Amanda, nice to meet you.”

Amanda smiled at Pam, and we lightly shook hands.

“I heard a lot about you Scott, Pam is a lucky lady.”

I blushed a bit, not knowing what Pam told her.

“Scott, get us some wine…and pour your self a glass of bourbon.” Pam asked cheerfully.

“Good idea, white or red ladies?” I asked.

Both answered white, and they sat on the love seat smoking cigarettes. I un- corked a new bottle of Pinot Grigio, and brought them their wine. They both had their legs crossed; with shoes forward… it was an incredible sight.

“Amanda is working her way through college, and wants to be a doctor.” Pam said.

“A doctor…wow, that’s great! What type of work do you do?” I asked smiling.

“I make people happy.” Amanda said while swaying her heels with her legs crossed.

I stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. Amanda got up, and faced me.

“I would like to make you happy today, Scott.”

Amanda looked into my eyes, and pulled down the zipper of my pants. I looked at Pam and she smiled.

“I want to watch you and Amanda together. You will do as Amanda wants…get my pocket rocket, and hand it to me.”

I went into the drawer, and brought Pam’s vibrator to her. It felt quite strange. I had not been with another woman for over ten years. I was totally attracted to Amanda, but I didn’t know how to respond.

“Take your pants and shirt off.” Amanda said authoritatively.

I stumbled a bit, and took off my clothes, exposing my red stockings and panties. My cock was sticking straight out of my thong. Amanda had a big grin on her face.

“Sabrina, come here and remove my shoes.”

Pam was sitting on the love seat, getting a good view of it all. I walked where Amanda stood, and got down on my knees. I took off one boot, and it exposed her red stocking foot. She brought it to my face, and I sniffed and licked it as taught. I did the same with the other, and Amanda directed me to undress her.

After pealing off her jeans, it was apparent that she wore almost the identical red thigh highs, and thong I was wearing. She took off her blouse, and was bra-less.

“I thought it would be hot if you both wore matching lingerie…and it is!” Pam was smiling.

Amanda slipped her shoes back on, and we faced each other.

“Just one more thing, so we really match.” Amanda said.

She walked over to her bag, and brought back her lipstick. She sat me on the bed, and painted my lips.

“There now, isn’t that much better? Do you like cherry red Sabrina?”

“It does look pretty on you Amanda.” I didn’t know what to say.

“Now it looks pretty on you…and I am Mistress Amanda.”

I looked over at Pam; she had one leg on the arm of the love seat, and nodded her approval.

“Yes Mistress Amanda, I like the lipstick.”

Amanda gently pushed me on the bed, and she lay by my side. Her hand was stroking my stockings.

“Pam has told me a lot about you, and what a good slave husband you have become. You also have a secret desire to be cuckold, and watch her with another man. Well, Pam has desires too, and wants to watch you with me. I hope you don’t disappoint Mistress…Do you want to fuck me Sabrina?”

“Yes, Mistress Amanda, you are so beautiful.” I was rock hard.

Amanda leaned over me, and licked my lips, as my tongue reached out for hers. Pam took her jeans off, and sat in her crotch- less panties. She was sipping wine, and had her vibrator at the ready.

Amanda slid my thong over, and released my erection. Her lips found their way to my balls, and she slowly licked them. To my surprise, Pam was making a video with her cell phone. Amanda slid her tongue to the head of my penis, and wrapped her lips around it. She closed her lips tightly giving me a wonderful sensation. Amanda then turned her body, putting us in a 69 position. Her young tight ass and pussy were before me, as her shoes framed my head.

Pam stood, and got closer with the camera.

“Sabrina, you know what to do…make Mistress proud.”

I pulled the red string of her thong out of her ass, and put my lips and tongue to work. Her scent and taste were different from Pam’s, but quite tasty. Amanda stopped sucking my cock, and was now rubbing her pussy on my face. I had my tongue straight out to be used for her pleasure. My face was covered by Amanda’s precious juices.

I spread her cheeks apart, and darted my tongue into her pink ass hole. I caught a quick glimpse of her in the mirror, and Amanda was pinching her nipples, as she rode my face. Her moans were low, but steady. Pam sat the camera on the table, and was now working her clit through her crotch- less panties.

Amanda leaned forward and continued to nibble on my cock.

“Get that tongue back in my ass hole…and don’t you dare cum.”

I lifted my head, and grabbed her hips, pushing my tongue as deep into her hole as possible. Her moans were getting louder, as she pulled herself away from me. Amanda then sat on the bed, with her back resting on the head board.

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Holding the patient file I took a deep breath before walking down the hall to his office. As a radiologist it’s normal routine to consult with surgeons but today I’m working with Dr. Michael Erikson. Not only is he a gifted surgeon but he is impeccably handsome hence the knots in the pit of my stomach. We have worked together a few times before and it never got any easier.

Now I may not be a talented surgeon or the most stunning woman in the hospital but I am a damn good doctor and I could turn a few heads when I wanted to. No matter how much I told myself I could hold my own it didn’t make walking into Dr. Eriksons office any less nerve wrecking. I turned the corner to his office, the door was open. He was standing at the view box with his right arm across his chest while his left elbow was propped on it allowing his fingers to rest over his lips. He was wearing navy slacks with a matching vest and light blue button down and blue striped tie, all hugged his body just enough to show his athletic physique. His hair is well groomed, the only facial hair he has is on his chin and his eyes are hidden behind glasses that added to his smart but sophisticated look. The man definitely knew how to dress to make a woman’s breath catch. Thank God I opted for a fitted black pencil skirt that showed off my runners legs, a green top that accentuated my busty rack and cute black heels instead of my normal light blue scrubs. I wore my long brown hair down and made sure to put just enough make up on so I look presentable. It’s hard to dress nice at work when you know there is a possibility that bodily fluids may get on then at some point during the day but I knew Dr. Erikson and he was was dressed to impress unless he was in surgery.

He must have felt me ogling him because as I was about to knock he turned and I was greeted with his contagious smile.

“Dr. Scott I hope you weren’t standing there too long, I was just looking over our patients’ images.” He said as he walked over and shook my shook my hand.

“Dr. Erikson, no sir I just turned the corner.” I said blushing as I shook his hand back. We walked back to the viewing board and it was all business. Discussing which route would be the safest and least invasive but it’s a difficult situation when surgeons are trying to take tumor off a kidney. There’s always arguments of trying to shrink the tumor first or just taking the kidney out all together. Luckily this patients tumor is on the outer edge and should be fairly easy to remove for Dr. Erikson. Once we both agreed the route he planned on taking didn’t have any major vessels in the way he walked to down to the elevators.

“As soon as I’m done talking with the family I will come tell you how it went. Thank you for you help Dr. Scott.” He had placed his hand at the small of my back sending heat through my body.

“Yes please do and you are more than welcome Dr. Erikson.” I turned to answer just as the bell for the elevator dinged. It couldn’t have come any sooner. I’m sure a man like him could tell when a woman reacted to his touch. As soon as the doors closed I let out a breath of relief. I did life changing procedures all day long and yet surviving another consult with Dr. Erikson and not making a fool of myself was my biggest accomplishment of the day.

I went back to my office to read a couple of images from the ER before I changed into scrubs for my afternoon of scheduled procedures. It was well after seven in the evening when I got back to my office to finish up a few charts. I hung my coat behind the door and went to my desk to find the charts I needed. I stood at the side of the desk reading what was dictated before I bent down to sign where it was needed. Just as I straightened back up I felt someone at my door. I could feel the heat rushing through my body and I’m sure he could see it on my face. I looked to the door to find Dr. Erikson leaning against my door frame, his arms casually folded at his chest and his right foot crossed over his left. Even in his baby blue scrubs, scrub hat and running shoes he looked good enough to eat. He flashed me his award winning smile and now I definitely needed a cold shower.

“How’d it go?” I asked as nonchalantly as I possibly could.

“She did beautifully! We got the whole tumor and she gets to keep her kidney. She should be back in her room shortly.” He said not moving from the door.

“That’s great! I wouldn’t expect anything thing less from you Dr. Erikson.” I said with the most genuine smile I had.

“Mike please, there’s no need to be so formal Dr. Scott.” There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Ok Mike then please call me Rhi.”

“You getting out of here anytime soon?” He asked coming off the door and taking a few steps toward me. Those damn butterflies came alive in my stomach again.

“Maybe another 30 minutes or so, I have finish up some of these charts. We all can’t have nurses do them for us.” I told him with a small laugh.

“Then you aren’t the right kind of doctor.” He said with travesti porno a sexy a hell smile and came to stand at the front of my desk.

I slid around behind the desk to put more space between the radiating heat he was sending through me. It made me wonder if he had this effect on all women and even some men. Lord knows his handsome enough to have both.

“Come have a drink with me.”

“Are you asking?” Raising an eyebrow to him.

Laughing “Yes of course, I maybe a cocky surgeon but I do have manners Dr. Scott.”

“Rhi please” I put my paperwork on the desk.

“Rhi will you please come have a celebratory drink with me?” He asked again leaning on my desk eliminating some space between us. I’m sure he’s never had to ask a girl twice before. Which I’m sure explains the amusement in his face.

“Ok just tell me where to meet you and I will see you there in about an hour? I need to shower and change.”

“Just shower and put the outfit you had on this morning and we can leave from here.” How could anyone ever tell him no? I’m almost positive they didn’t.

“Will that be okay for where we are going? I mean that’s more of a work outfit.”

“It will work just fine.” He said still amused. He lean over my desk a little more to look at the clock on the computer and I took a step back .”I will pick you up in the front at 8:30.” He looked at me before turning towards the door.

“I’m looking forward to spending some time with you out of this hospital Rhi.” He have me a seducing smile and walked out if my office.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked myself plopping down into my chair. I was no virgin but it has been a bit since my last relationship and Mike sent tingles down my spine. I wasn’t sure if he wanted anything physical but there would be no way in hell I couldn’t give into him. I was going to have to take a freezing cold shower.

By the time I was done showering, drying and straightening my hair and getting dressed I had just enough time to get to the front doors. I smoothed out any wrinkles in my skirt and fixed any stray hairs on the way downstairs. “Be cool Rhi, you can do this.” I gave myself a pep talk before exiting the elevator like it was every other night.

Waiting by the curb freshly showered and leaning against his Audi A7 the man looked like a magazine ad. “I am so screwed.”

He stood the second he saw me with his gorgeous smile and held out his hand ensuring I didn’t fall stepping down. “The outfit is even more stunning tonight.” He said as he opened the passenger door and guided me inside with his hand on the small of my back. “Thank you” I said before he closed the door. I admired him as he graciously walked in front of the car to the drivers side. He wore the same navy suit as earlier sans the jacket. With his perfect hair and matching belt and shoes there was no doubt in my mind he was the best dressed person for miles.

“So are you hungry?” He asked as he slid his glasses on and shifted the car into drive. “So fucking screwed.” I told myself again as I tried to find a polite way to say there would be no way in hell I was going to eat.

“I actually had a late lunch but if your hungry please let’s get you food.” There’s way to many knots and butterflies in my stomach for food. Alcohol is what I needed just to help me calm my nerves.

“I actually know this place not too far from here that serves a great drink and isn’t too loud. How’s that sound to you?”

“Sounds perfect!” And we were in the evening traffic. He knew how to handle the car, every movement was smooth and fluid not once did I feel like I needed to be strapped in by a four harness buckle like this style of car should have.

“How was the rest of your day after we met this morning?” He asked keeping his focus on the traffic but still some how making me feel a little more comfortable. I shifted to cross my legs, “The same busy routine, the day flew by. That’s why I was actually surprise to see you at my door. I figured you be long gone by this time.”

“Normally I am but I told a certain doctor I would update her on a mutual patient we have, so I had to stay a little late today.” A sexy half smile came on his face.

“You don’t update all the doctors you work with after you performed surgery on their patient?”

“That’s what charts and nurses for for Dr. Scott.”

“I could have done the same Mike you didn’t have to stay late for me.”

“But then we wouldn’t be going to have a drink now would we.”

“So what would you have done if I said I plans tonight?” I asked as we pulled up to the valet at a small up scale bar. My door was opened before me could answer me. He handed the keys to the valet guy and came to my side, placing his hand at the small if my back again. Heat pulsed through me.

“I don’t take no for an answer Rhi.” He leaned down to whisper in my ear as we walked to the front door of the bar. Goosebumps popped up on my neck and arms from the closeness of alt yazılı porno his lips to my ear.

We were able to walk straight in and found a table in the back corner. We ordered our drinks and I took in the place, it was very modern and low lit. Most of the outer tables were small two tops while the tables in the center were more for larger parties. This made it easier for the smaller parties to talk without having to yell over other tables next to them. The front entrance was all windows and the bar was quite impressive covering one side of the space. The waitress came back with my vodka seven and Mikes crown and coke. He raised his glass, “To a successful day if saving lives.” I raised mine to his and we clinked glasses before taking a drink. My drink had been made more vodka than seven which help ease my nerves.

He sat across from me, his eyes never leaving me. It made me shift in my chair and his smile let me know he knew what he was doing to me.

My glass never had a chance to get emptied before our waitress brought me another one. Because the first one was so strong I was already buzzing so I made to to pace myself with this one. Mike kept the conversation going, slowly making me forget about my nerves and just enjoy the night out. We talked about what schools we went to, the sports we played and everything in between that lead us to work for the same hospital. Come to find out he was really easy to talk to but I’m not sure if that was just him or the combination of him and the alcohol. We sat and talked until we were the last people in the bar. It then I realized I had to use the restroom and excused myself. When I got back to the table he had already paid. “Michael you didn’t have to do that, at least let me give you half.” I said reaching into my clutch for my debt card.

“I asked you out for drink so I will pay. And your really going to call me Michael? Not too many people can get a way with that.” He said laughing.

“Oh I’m sorry I’m not sure why it came out that way.”

“Don’t apologize, you aren’t most people.” He lead the way out of the bar and grabbed his keys from the valet before coming and opening the door for me and helping in the car.

He started the car and turned to face me in his seat. It was like I wasn’t in my own body, he leaned over weaving his hand through my hair and kissed me. We sat in front of the bar for in not sure how long making out. When he pulled away he slid his thumb across my cheek, “I couldn’t wait anymore. I’ve been waiting to see what you taste like for a while now.” If I wasn’t turned on before I was now.

“I have wine and vodka at my place, feel like continuing celebrating with me?”

“I don’t know Michael it’s late and my car is still at the hospital.”

“I will take you to your car in the morning.”

“Are you asking me to spend the night with you?”

“I do have a guest room but yes so that neither one of us has to drive again tonight.” He was laughing again.

“How am I supposed to say no to that.”

“I told you I don’t take no for an answer.”

Of course he would live in the nicest penthouse in the city. It is thirty floors up and the only living space on the floor. The elevator opens to his own private foyer.

“This is beautiful.” I told him as we walked into the living room.

“Thank you! You feel like wine or more vodka seven?” He asked as went to the kitchen bar.

“A glass of wine would be great.”

He opened a new bottle and set it on the counter while he grabbed two wine glasses out of the cabinet. He poured the wine and handed me a glass as he walked around the bar to me. He set his glass down and buttoned his vest and took it off and hung it on the back of one of the chairs. I took a big sip of my wine needing more liquid courage. He loosened his tie and took it off and placed it on the same chair as his vest, his eyes never leaving me. My pulse quickened and I took another drink of my wine. Once I set my glass back down he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.

“What are you doing?” I asked in the smallest voice.

“Nothing you don’t want me too Rhi. If you want me stop I will and you can sleep in the guest room down the hall.”

He puts his hands in my hair pulling me to him. His soft warm lips devoured mine. My hands found their way into his chest which was rock solid under his button down. I was so lost in his kiss I hadn’t noticed his picking me up and walking to his room. He set me down and made sure I was steady for letting me go. He broke our kiss to bend down and take my shoes off. When he stood back up he kicked his shoes off next to mine and pulled to me him again. If we stopped now I would be completely content the man was making me melt with his mouth. He walked me back to the bed and with one hand on my back he laid me on the bed. He caught himself with his other hand and moved us both up towards the top of the bed, his mouth not leaving mine. He stopped suddenly and moved down üvey baba porno to my hips and slid his hands to the back of my skirt to unzip it before sliding it off.

“Mmm much better.” He leg between mine and started kissing my neck. I let a moan escape my lips as his hand went to squeeze my tit. I could feel his smile and my neck. I wrapped my legs around his and started to unbutton his shirt. I want to feel his bare chest on me hands. He sat up for a second so I could pull his shirt out of his pants and he could unbutton the cuffs. He took his arms out of the sleeves and threw the shirt on the floor once he was out of it. He pulled at the hem of my shirt making me sit up so he could take it off and throw it next to his on the floor. Kissing me again he pushed me back to the bed and I finally got to feel the hardness of his chest on mine.

He went back to teasing my breast but this time he moved my bra down enough to let my nipple free. He took my now exposed nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Making me arch toward him and my sex clench. His leg pushed up against me giving me the pressure I needed. He moved to the other nipple and tortured it the same way. My hand went he chest and made it’s way down to the top of his slacks. He raised his hips just enough for me to undo the button and slip my hand down his pants. My breath caught when I felt the size of his dick and again I felt his smile on my skin. I was certain there was no way I was going to be able to fit him.

“I promise you will.” He said in my ear reading my tension.

I let out a sigh as he kissed his way down my body. He stopped just above my panty line before he sat up and pulled them off and added them to the pile on the floor. He started to kiss that sensitive area around my knee and made his way up to my sex. The anticipation was making me wet. He made me wait as he by past the area and went to the other leg. His hand slid up my other leg and cupped my pussy making me moan loudly in approval. His fingers massaged my folds before finding my opening and dipping a finger tip inside. “My God sweetheart your already so wet.”

He pulled his finger out to circle my clit. That was it I fell over the edge and climaxed. Arching toward him he used the opportunity to push two fingers in me making me cum harder. I was grabbing the sheets at my sides and squirming like crazy. He kept a slow rhythm with his fingers and sucked on my nipple again. My hand was still on his hardening dick. I squeezed it and moved my hand up and down and I was rewarded with a small groan. He pulled his fingers out of me and got up off the bed. He took whatever clothes he had left on off and climbed back on the bed to take my bra off.

We were both naked in his bed he moved between my legs and I was able to finally see his long, thick dick. He stroked it a couple of times before positioning the head at my opening and bending down to kiss me. Ever so slowly he pushed his head into my tight pussy.

“You are so fucking tight Rhi.” He said through gritted teeth.

I was holding my breath. “Breathe baby, you have to relax for this to work.”

I did as I was told, “there you go let me baby.”

He would slide a little in before pulling back and pushing in more. He kept his rhythm until he his hips were touching the back of my thighs. I thought I was going to rip in two. He stilled giving me time to adjust to the new sensation. Once he felt me relax and start to move my hips he bent to put his fingers in my hair and pull my head back. He sucked on my neck making me cum, “hold on hun I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

He sat up on his knees and pulled my legs up on his shoulders, this allowed to penetrate so much deeper. “OH MY GOD Michael!

“What baby tell me, tell what I’m doing to you.”

” You are driving me crazy. I don’t know how much more I can take Michael.”

” Relax sweetie and just enjoy it.”

He reared back and slammed into me hard. He’s balls slapped against my ass but the sound was muted by my scream. He pulled back again but this time when he slammed He reared back and slammed into me hard. He’s balls slapped against my ass but the sound was muted by my scream. He pulled back again but this time when he slammed into me he rolled his hips. It only took a few more pumps of his hard cock and I was cumming for the third time.

“Agh your pussy is squeezing my dick so tight baby.”

With my legs still draped over his shoulders he bent over me pulling my hands over my head. He had me pinned to do with me what he pleased. He ground his hips against mine, this added pressure to my exposed clit and his dick felt like it was all the way up in my stomach.

“Michael!”

Still holding my hands above my head with one hand, he used the other to grab my ass and lifting it slightly. Giving him depth to I’m sure an area no other man was gifted enough to reach. His cheek came to rest against mine allowing me to hear what I was doing to him. His breath was shallow and quick and with every deep thrust he let out a groan. I was effecting him just as much as he was effecting me. “Your gonna make me cum sweetheart. I’m going to cum I’m you.”

“Please Michael! Please cum!” My head was thrown back with my eyes closed. He was going to make me pass out from touch pleasure if he didn’t cum soon.

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I was 18 and living on my own in the southern US. I lived 8 miles from town, where I could drink and hopefully get laid. Since I didn’t have a car I usually had to hitchhike. Being that it was always warm out, at night too, I wore my blue jeans and a denim vest. No undershorts it was just too hot. I stood six foot tall and weighed 125 lbs. My blonde hair was cut in a short crew cut. My blue eyes always got attention. My pale white skin was smooth and flawless and naturally lacking body hair.

As I stood by the side of the road trying to hitch a ride a ’70s model convertible pink Cadillac with steer horns on the hood passed me going the opposite direction. I noticed that it made a U-turn and soon had pulled up to me to ask directions. The driver appeared to be in his late 30’s to 40’s and was a black man with a lisp, like one that I associated with openly gay men. He was nicely dressed. Seems he was in town on business at the local bank and was looking for a place to get a cold beer. I told him I could show him where if he would give me a lift there as well. He agreed. We chatted on the ride and I found out he was 38.

When we got to town he parked just down the block from the bar and we went in for a drink. He offered to buy me one as he didn’t want to drink alone. He ordered a pitcher and we got to know each other some while we drank. I decided I would be on my way for the night as there were many bars nearby that I intended on going to. He said if I was around when he left for his motel he would give me a ride back to where he picked me up. I thought that would be nice.

As closing time was at 2:00 am and I was going home alone I looked down the street and his car was still there. I waited for him. He seemed pleased to find me there waiting. As he drove he said he was too drunk and didn’t want to drive any more than he had to. He said his motel room had two beds and that I could sleep there and he would rokettube drive me the rest of the way in the morning. Being drunk myself I was agreeable.

We got to his room and the a/c had it nice and cool. I settled into one of the beds, still wearing my pants due to my lack of undershorts. He commented that it didn’t look comfortable to sleep in my jeans and I mentioned why I was. He said I should get comfortable. I stood with my back to him and in the light from the TV I stripped off my jeans giving him a good look at my tight white bubble butt. Then I slipped under the sheets.

I must say that for years since I watched my first girlfriend sucking my dick that I was curious about doing it myself. She seemed to enjoy it so much, it made me want to try it. Now I was far from my family and friends and naked in a motel room with a gay man. My drunken state had my mind racing and my seven inch dick hard.

We began chatting as we lay there in separate beds. The conversation quickly turned to sex. Now I was stroking my hard on as we talked. Then he said he was going to get in my bed because he couldn’t hear me so good and that way he’d be closer to hear better. My heart raced as he slid under the covers in the bed with me. Soon as we talked he reached over and touched my pubic area at the base of my dick to “show” me where he meant as he spoke. His hand slid up my dick and he commented on its length and the mushroom head and that he liked my slight curve to the left. That quick touch felt great and I wanted more. He slid closer to me and I to him. He tried to kiss me on the mouth but I didn’t really like that idea. I was in his arms with his hairy body pressed against mine. He reached down and stroked my dick again. My hand slid over his hairy beer belly and down to his cock which was hard and actually smaller than my own, about 5″.

He commented that he was small and that most black men were much bigger. asyalı porno I had no idea. I told him he was the first man I’d been with. His cock felt so good in my hand as I stroked it. He bent down and took my dick in his mouth for a few moments then he lay next to me again. Now I went down on him, my first cock, it was dripping precum and I tasted it and it was sweet. I licked it all off the head and then licked my way down the underside of his shaft to his balls. He laid on his back while I licked his balls then took them into my mouth. They were bigger than mine and had coarse pubic hair on them. I kissed and licked my way up his shaft to the head then I opened my mouth and took my first cock into my mouth. I was able to take all of him easily down to his balls. Soon he stopped me and we changed positions. He said he wanted me to suck my first cock in all the positions and after that I could suck him in my favorite. We did just that. Turns out my favorite position that night was me on top in a sixty-nine.

He sucked my swollen dick so good and I loved having him in my mouth. His hands were on my ass pulling me down to him. I was close to cumming and tried to pull out when he pulled my ass down taking into the first deep throat of my life. He had all of me inside his mouth, the mushroom head of my dick down his throat. Then he began to swallow. OMG his throat was massaging my dick. All the while I’m moaning and sucking his cock. His hands on my ass hold me in deep as he swallows, his hips pump up to bury his cock in my mouth. He grunts as he shoots load after load into my eager mouth. I swallow all of it. He pulls my ass down again taking even more of my hard dick into his throat. Suddenly my anus spasms and then my dick throbs and I feel my cum shooting down his throat as he swallows. My mouth opens and his plump cock slips out as I moan in pleasure. My trembling body collapses onto him azeri porno as he sucks wave after wave of cum and orgasm out of me. When it subsides he releases me and I roll off him.

We get comfortable again. His arm around me as I lay next to him, my head on his chest and my arm on his belly as my hand softly caresses his body. We drift off to sleep. We awaken in the morning still holding each other. My hand moves down to find his cock hard. I play with it for him. He rolls me onto my back and goes down on me for a moment. He then gets up and goes to the bathroom. When he comes back he moves between my legs and goes down on me again. Then he begins to push my legs up as he licks his way to my tight little butthole. When he began to lick it I couldn’t believe how good it felt. He licked me good and began to tongue fuck my ass. This made me crazy. Then he came up on top of me with my legs on his shoulders. His hard cock aimed at my ass. I reached around and began to jerk him. There was lube on the bed next to me that he brought from the bathroom earlier. He told me to put some on his cock while I jerked him. I did and as I stroked him I rubbed the head of his cock against my wet asshole. It felt so good rimming my ass with his slippery cock.

Then as I did this he pushed forward driving about an inch of his cock into me. Before I could protest he pushed again and buried himself balls deep in my ass. I winced and moaned as my ass twitched trying to adjust to his cock. Then he began to slowly hump my ass. He moved faster and deeper as he planted a kiss on my open mouth forcing his tongue into my mouth and muffling my moans. My hands roamed his chest and arms. Then my hands felt his ass as he humped me, he began to really pump me fast and hard. It was feeling good for me and my hard dick was leaking precum. I felt his cock swell and get really hard then a few pumps later and he grunted and began to cum in my ass. I could feel his throbbing cock dumping his seed in my ass. When he was satisfied he let my legs down and rolled off me. He went down on me and I came in his mouth. We spooned and drifted off again.

When we next awoke we dressed and he gave me a ride home.

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“What do you mean you won’t go?” Tiara whispered excitedly waving her hands frantically. The professor stopped writing on the board and turned to cast a sweeping glance at the class. A multitude of innocent faces with intense academic expressions met his shrewd scrutinizing bespectacled eyes. He looked around for awhile, finally accepting defeat and resuming writing.

Jeremy, on making sure that the professor was engrossed in the writing, turned to Tiara and whispered softly. “I don’t think it is a good idea to go out with Chris. I mean I hardly know him. Plus, Jacob will not be very pleased.”

Tiara rolled her eyes and turned to Nate who was sitting next to me. “Come on Nate. Say something to make this douche bag see sense.”

Jeremy turned his head towards Nate. Nathaniel or Nate as everyone called him was Jeremy’s best buddy. They had known each other since the first time when the five year old Nate had punched the annoying green eyed kid who refused to give him his pencil color. What had followed was a parent-teacher session wherein Nate had said ‘Sorry Jeremy’ and hugged the green- eyed kid with the red swollen nose. That day at kindergarten and now, they had become inseparable. Nate had been the support figure, the one who had stuck with Jeremy through every phase. Kindergarten had led to school and school to college, the duo had been the perfect friends. Nate was the conventional popular guy, athletic with a rugged handsomeness and charming personality, sports champ and all. He was famous for his game, girls and temper.

The only time when Nate hadn’t been around (when he had been away on a year-long exchange programme) had been the bane of Jeremy’s existence. Every possible fear he had was realized in that interim and life had fallen apart. It was at that critical moment that a random handsome sympathetic stranger at the bar had become the only hope, the sole reliable figure for Jeremy. Nate had returned to find Jeremy out of his troubles, but sadly and gradually entrapping in Jacob’s vicious clutches. He had tried, tired hard, to dissuade Jeremy, to call it off; but Jeremy had refused to listen. He had made him vouch on their friendship to stay out of the relationship; to never attempt to intervene. Defeated and frustrated Nate had yielded.

Nate didn’t say anything whenever Tiara or anyone asked him to speak with Jeremy regarding his relationships. Jeremy knew the Nate-card Tiara had tried won’t work. But, as everything else, nothing was going to work out according to Jeremy’s expectations. As he turned to face the board with a slight smugness about the conversation having reached a dead end, he felt a hand gripping his chair and forcing it to revolve. Jeremy started, shocked out of his wits and found himself face to face with Nate. Nate’s face was inches away from his. Nate looked straight into the brilliant slightly scared green eyes.

“You will go to dinner with this guy. No arguments! Do you understand me, Green?”

Jeremy simply gave him a blank look and gulped.

“Do you understand me Green?” Nate added a menacing tone to his deep husky whisper and clicked his knuckles. Jeremy gulped again and fervently nodded in agreement.

Nate smiled and turned to face the board. Jeremy sat in the same pose aghast. What the hell had just happened? He looked at Tiara who bore a very satisfied smug look. Jeremy rolled his eyes and returned to taking notes. But, his mind had already wandered. He had some serious thinking to do now. If Nate had sided with Tiara and made this threat then he had to go. There was no escaping this situation and by the looks of it, any attempt to speak with Nate would earn him a black eye.

“Fine, I’m going to dinner. But you guys better not expect anything to happen out of this.” Jeremy muttered through the corner of his mouth.

“We shall see!” Tiara retorted with a slight laugh and flung her hair.

The smugness was too much to handle. Annoyed and stung he rattled in a loud whisper, “Screw you! Nothing is going to happen!”

“Well, guys…I guess something IS going to happen and by the looks of it; it’s not good.” Nate cleared his throat and mumbled. Tiara and Jeremy turned to follow Nate’s gaze. Their eyes met the victorious form of the porno professor. He had finally found the culprits. A crooked smile on the wrinkled face with a huge hint of smugness and satisfaction, the professor stood basking in glory at his achievement.

They looked at him and gulped fearing the word that was to follow soon. And it did, the pronouncement came getting collective sighs from everyone present.

“Detention!”

*****

“You are one gorgeous man!” Chris complimented as he checked himself out in the mirrors in the elevator. Dressed in a light blue shirt that accentuated his brilliant blue eyes, black jeans and a black vest; his shiny black hair spiked in the usual fashion, Chris felt a fresh surge of confidence as he approached the fourth floor of the complex where Jeremy’s apartment stood. He had spent the most of the last two hours dressing to get the perfection he was now admiring.

Laughing at his vanity, Chris got out when the elevator doors opened, a mechanical female voice announcing the floor. He walked to the apartment door and rang the bell. Standing their humming a tune while tapping his feet, Chris waited for the cutie he could keep his heart on a platter and offer him, to open the door. But, minutes passed and the door remained motionless. There was no sound of footsteps behind the door or any voice calling on the intercom checking for the visitor who was incessantly ringing the bell.

After debating for about ten minutes, wherein the big balloon of hope, desire and confidence in him deflated gradually, realization dawned on Chris. He guessed Jeremy was not going to show up. Disappointed he turned away from the uninviting and unyielding door he walked towards the elevator. He still couldn’t believe his bad luck. He was now having serious doubts about his charm and capabilities. No guy had ever been able to evade him.

As such and many more thoughts crossed his mind, he stopped as the elevator made its way to the fourth floor. As the vault of metal stopped at the floor, Chris turned to look at the apartment door one last time, hoping beyond hope that it would somehow open to yield Jeremy. As fate had it, those doors didn’t open but the elevator doors did, and as my dear reader will be expecting the cliché moment that happens in all romantic narratives, Jeremy stepped out. Chris didn’t see him and walked straight into Jeremy.

“Aeow!” They exclaimed in unison as foreheads, noses, chests and stuff in the lower regions met, slightly hard. Chris, being the stronger, first recovered from the meeting.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” He asked Jeremy with his hands in mid-air not sure what to do; to approach Jeremy and try to comfort or would that be too personal. Confused and with no inkling of how to react in the situation he simply did what he could- Apologize and ask well-being again and again.

Jeremy, on the other hand, was clutching whatever part urged him to in order to ease the pain. And Chris’ hysteria was not helping either. However, the moment passed and Jeremy relaxed.

“It’s okay. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I did bump into you real hard!” Chris continued hyperventilating.

“I-am-fine!” Jeremy stressed and walked towards the apartment. Unlocking the door, he looked at Chris, who after a split second of blankness followed him inside.

“I’m sorry I got late. I got caught at college- nutty professor and stuff.” Jeremy spoke to Chris, while switching on the light and flinging his bag on the couch. Only to remember the last time he had done that and Jacob had got a fit, he hastily picked it up and kept it in the ‘assigned’ closet that Jacob had ‘shown’ him; speaking all along.

“Just gimme fifteen, I’ll be ready to leave. Make yourself at home. Don’t mind but just don’t shift stuff; Jacob is quite particular about this.” With that he went to his bedroom.

Chris waited till Jeremy was out of the seeing or hearing range. He rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out, speaking in a mocking voice. “Jacob is quite particular. Screw Jacob!”

He turned to look around the apartment. Man, this guy was rich! The place looked as grand and a rich man’s place as the building appeared. Plus, the owner seemed to have some awesome taste evident in the ebony sofas, the elaborate tables, couches and the velvet curtains, all imparting a deluxe touch to the place. It looked like one of those ‘dream houses’ they published in those magazines. As Chris saw around the room, taking in the grandeur, he came across a anime porno digital photo frame, showing the photo of a very handsome and arrogant chap in his mid-twenties.

“So you are ‘Jacob’!” Chris spoke stressing on the name. “You’re one arrogant bitch, aren’t you? I can see it in that smug face of yours. God knows why he’s still with you! I’ve et guys like you who think their shit doesn’t stink!”

“Ahem?” Chris froze in horror and his heart started pounding against his chest. Slowly, he turned to look at Jeremy and his heart stopped beating. Or maybe it skipped a beat, because he was breath-taken by the handsomeness of the boy in front of him.

Jeremy was wearing an emerald green shirt that made his to-die-for eyes sparkle like the stars outside. His black jeans and black shoes added with his slightly damp but neatly set hair simply made him drop dead gorgeous. Chris simply stood there, staring at Jeremy. All thoughts of dinner forgotten, he just wanted to rush forward, pull him into his arms and kiss those tender red lips. Before he could act on the impulse, Jeremy cleared his throat again.

“Who were you talking to?”

The question broke his reverie like the shattering of glass when it falls on a stony path. “I…no one. Just a usual habit, talking to myself.” Chris ejaculated a lame reply, cursing himself at his lameness.

“Oh! Anyway, I’m ready. Let’s go.” Jeremy answered.

“Yeah! Let’s get going.” Chris said in a slightly louder voice than he wanted to and walked towards the door, wincing at his pitch. Jeremy looked at the photo on the frame and then at Chris walking to the door. He shook his head and smiling, walked to join him.

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The dinner was- there is no other word Jeremy wants me to use for it- perfect! And quite contradictory to his expectations. Again, nothing is going according to his expectations. As far as Jeremy knew Chris, he expected to be taken to some pizza place, shoveled pizzas down his throat, dancing around madly and then dropped at his apartment. But, Chris turned to be a different person! By the end of the night, Jeremy was sure this guy had several faces/sides/personalities- whatever you want to call it.

Firstly, it was no pizza place. It wasn’t the usual elite and super-deluxe restaurants that Jacob took Jeremy to. Chris had brought him to a decent and quite good restaurant in the heart of the city- Aries. The place had a great ambience and Jeremy loved the place and felt at ease here unlike the strict protocol he had to follow at the very elite joints! There was soft soothing music, the cuisine was delicious and the wine simulating. Jeremy and Chris sat in one of the corner tables, their privacy ensured by the position and the plants near by.

“I’ll end my internship this April. Hopefully, I’ll get a permanent job! Fingers crossed!” Chris spoke crossing his fingers and smiling.

Jeremy sipped his wine, smiled and crossed his fingers. “With your kind of personality, the advertising agency would have a great ride!”

“Thanks man!” He grinned sheepishly but a thought passed and he smiled flirtatiously.

“What now?” Jeremy asked noticing the change in expression.

“About the ride part- many others have admitted that I’ve taken them on a great ride.” He spoke grinning.

“Oh shut up!” Jeremy waved his comment away. That was like the tenth time he had thrown a flirtatious innuendo. He could swear the man was a relentless pursuer.

“Just kidding!” Chris raised his hands in submission and smiled.

“So, what about you? It’s me who’s been blabbering. What do you plan to do after your under grad?”

Jeremy took another sip. “I don’t really know. I mean I don’t plan stuff. Let’s see where life takes me.”

“Interesting.” Chris answered with a heavy voice and nodding his head in a serious and contemplative manner; before bursting into laughter.

“Screw you!” I rolled my eyes and joined in the laughing.

“It’s sad you’re committed.” Chris suddenly shot at him.

Jeremy almost choked on the drink. He hadn’t been expecting this to actually come up.

“Where did this come from? Friends on dinner, remember?”

“Chill, relationship soldier!” Chris said smiling. “I remember it’s a friends’ dinner. Just mentioned stuff. I got out of a relationship six months ago. ‘Twas a scandalous break up. And then I meet you. But, you’re booked. Life’s harsh!” He punched the air pouting his lips but started laughing again.

Jeremy arap porno looked at Chris trying to fathom the depths of this seemingly superfluous person sitting across. For any simpleton lacking Jeremy’s insight into character, Chris’ response would have been a casual remark. But, Jeremy knew better. He knew this guy was simply using this over-enthusiastic attribute to cover the truth- he knew he was trying to be strong, trying to keep his vulnerability at bay- dissolving his weakness in the portrayal of superfluous happiness. Jeremy looked at Chris and smiled sadly.

Chris saw the look on Jeremy’s face and snapped his fingers. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing.” Jeremy said and returned to his drink.

The rest of the night passed smoothly. Jeremy had not experienced such unadulterated happiness in a long time now. Chris had come as a fresh soothing breeze in his marooned desert existence. The liberating feeling when the first few drops of rain hit your face after a long dry spell of harsh summer was gradually settling over Jeremy. As the dinner ended they decided to walk back to Jeremy’s apartment, where after Chris would be on his way.

The night was beautiful. The black sky was studded with stars surrounding the silvery crescent moon shining brightly. The night sky was an expanse of serenity, bliss and eternity. The serenity above, after hours of struggle with the noises of the busy city, was finally settling in the streets below. Occasionally, a car would pass honking by disturbing the silence, which would flood back when the echoes died out. Jeremy and Chris walked on the pavement. The snow from last night was no longer there but the cold had crept and become intimate with the breeze. As the breeze passed over Jeremy, he clutched to his coat and hugged himself. Chris saw this and put an arm around him. Surprised, Jeremy looked up. The confident playful blue eyes met the twinkling and surprised green eyes.

“Trying to keep you warm. Friend to the rescue!” He winked at him.

Jeremy smiled amused and shook his head. Chris laughed and they continued walking. The stores on the street had been shut or were being shut. Everything around them was retiring for the night. But they walked on, enjoying each other’s company. As they came to the familiar corner from last night, Jeremy laughed.

“Remember last night?”

“Hell yeah! Won’t be able to forget it in a long time now.” Chris said and looked at Jeremy with a soft smile and dazed eyes.

Jeremy didn’t know what happened next. All he remembers now is that he lost himself in the depth of those two blue caverns. It was unexpected. It was unplanned. It was as if an invisible force had made him incapable of thinking; he found himself drifting away; drifting away from everything that held him to his dark life to light; light that Chris manifested. A soft breeze made its way as Jeremy leaned in. Their lips met and truth crashed on Jeremy. He leapt back in shock. He looked at Chris and shook his head.

“No, this can not happen. I’m so sorry.”

“You need not be sorry, Jer. It happens between friends.” He joked.

Jeremy couldn’t help but smile. He had wanted to run away from him at that moment. But, he couldn’t. Despite the guilt of having kissed him he didn’t; he couldn’t run away from Chris.

“I guess I should get going. Bye Chris.” Jeremy said. He knew he shouldn’t walk with him any further tonight. He was too vulnerable.

Chris smiled. “Bye Jeremy.”

Chris turned and walked away. Jeremy saw him walking away. He saw him walking into the night away from him. An impulse seized him. He knew this was going to be a big mistake. But, something told him this was not a mistake. He shouted.

“Chris!”

Chris turned and looked at him puzzled. Jeremy took a deep breath and ran towards him. Chris opened his arms as Jeremy embraced him. They stood embracing each other. As they stood under the night sky with the moon shining above them, pure white light flakes of snow made their way towards the earth. After a minute, Jeremy broke the hug and looked at Chris.

“Thank you for everything you did tonight. I can never thank you enough.”

Chris looked at the light quivering in those green eyes he was deeply in love with. He smiled.

“I can never thank you enough for giving me the chance to do this for you.”

They stood looking at each other as snowflakes made their way to the pavement, the street and every place around them. They stood looking at each other. They stood having lost each other in themselves. They stood silent; silence speaking between them. They stood at the place where this had begun. At that beautiful moment Jeremy knew, he had set the wheel of change in motion. He knew the time was not far.

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“So what kept you? Give the posh bird a length?” Paul’s pissing himself. I’ve just walked into The Britannia and it’s gone half nine. I’ve missed the football and it’s obvious, as I have to ask the score; Leeds have held them 0-0 away and just have to do the business at Elland Road. I didn’t get back to my place until gone eight, and dived straight into the shower, trying to get my head straight.

I felt the need for company so came straight up the pub once I’d changed. Something’s not right though, as I feel myself blush and feel angry that he’s asked me the question. I realise I’ve got no intention of telling them anything about the afternoon, so I mumble something about being knackered when I got back and having a kip. This is strange, as we normally have a collective post-mortem of all our shags, living it up for laughs. I’m relieved they seem to take my statement at face value and go back to bantering about Leeds’ chances in the European cup.

I try and concentrate on the conversation, the cold lager flowing into me, hoping it will dull my imagination, but all the time a part of my mind replays the afternoon. I’d slept for a bit over an hour, and woke to find her showered, changed and sitting on the bed smiling at me. I felt a tit as I still had the dildo strapped to me, and I felt well self-conscious taking it off. She’d led me through to the shower and got in with me. I was just stood there as she washed me, and made a thorough job of it too, but all I had to wear were my grotty work clothes, which is why I dived in my own shower when I got home. She’d hardly said a word, but I knew I was meant to leave quickly once dressed. She smiled and at one point said “Thank you, Tom” but I had no idea if she wanted a repeat performance or not, and wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through that again, then just as she was showing me out the kitchen door to where the van still stood she’d passed me a card which I put straight in my pocket. I didn’t want to stop and read it there in case it said “thanks and now fuck off” or some such message. I was half-way home before I dug it out of my shorts’ pocket and had a look, whilst waiting for yet another set of fucking traffic lights to decide that I’d seen enough red to be going on with.

‘Jem – 07777 313131’ was all it said. I wondered if it was coincidence that her mobile number was so distinctive, or maybe posh fuckers get special treatment. I couldn’t remember if her Merc had had a personal plate or not, but reckoned it probably would. Turning the card over I saw handwriting:

“Call me now”

Now? How the fuck did she know when I was going to read it? Part of me found it funny, this bird trying to play mind games with me; someone her kind would usually describe as a mindless thug. But despite myself I picked up the mobile, plugged it into the hands-free kit and started to dial the number, one eye on the road, the other making sure I didn’t misdial. The phone rang twice and her voice filled the cab, rich and smooth, making some subliminal link, me thinking of the woman on the Kenco coffee advert. Assured and confident: “You took your time Thomas. I just wanted to arrange your next visit”

Thomas? No fucker ever calls me that; even my mum calls me Tom. And why hadn’t she asked me before I’d left? Not that she was asking, she was telling me that I’d be going back. I felt my pulse increase, excitement and lust competing with apprehension, all combining to release adrenaline into my bloodstream. I had to say something in reply but took a second to muster as much assuredness as I could:

“Yeah? When’s good for you then Jem?”

“Call me Jemima”

Then why the fuck did she have ‘Jem’ on the card. Or was this some way of making me feel different? Special? Or highlighting the fact that I’m not part of her world? It wouldn’t have surprised me if she’d demanded I call her m’Lady, and I’m not even sure I’d refuse. This was so far outside anything I’d done before I wasn’t sure what the rules were.

“Ok Jemima, when do you want to meet up? Saturdays are out for me. Football day, lad’s night”

“No, this Saturday you’ll be at mine at eight. But not one minute before. You can be a few minutes late if you like, but not early. I’ll see you then, and wear something nice”

“Look, I told you; Saturday’s for me and my mates, so it’ll have to be some other time”

And she fucking hung up. I got three loud pips over the speaker and it went dead. I was fuming, and knew she’d be sitting there waiting for me to call back. Fucked if I was going to be so predictable. I’d left the mobile sitting on the passenger seat and turned the radio up. Some techno-dance shit on there, but I didn’t care. Just needed something to drown out my thoughts. I used to bring a few tapes with me when I was out in the van but the tape player kept chewing them up, and when it ripped up my bootleg Jam tape I’d decided the radio would have to do. Radio 1 was nothing but pretentious techno-crap and saccharin manufactured pop, and although there were commercial stations that played good stuff you still had radio adverts to put up with, but unless the boss forked out for a new player it was all we had.

“Oi! Dip-shit. Are you on something?” Paul and Andy are staring at me. I realise they must have been talking to me but I can’t tell what it was about.

“Sorry mate, just tired”

“Oh, so you’ve porno izle got fucking Aids! Become an uphill gardener have you? A fucking shirt-lifter, and I was about to accept a lager from you”

Andy pitches in, giving me shit, but at least I realise it’s my round and with a grin at him I make my way to the bar. Quite busy for a Wednesday, but the Britannia’s always been popular. I order three lagers and look admiringly at Angie’s arse as she bends down to pick up the glasses then wiggles her way to the pumps. A typical London peroxide-blonde barmaid, she looks good until she opens her gob, at which point a fucking awful squeak comes out. She can shatter glass with one giggle, but most of us have been there at least once. She’s only a year or two younger than us, but she’s always come across as a giggling schoolgirl. She gets turned on by violence and violent men, and whenever we’ve been in a ruck and come in the Brit to lick our wounds and laugh about who got a kicking and who did the business, she’s always there licking her lips and up for a good shafting from anyone who fancies it.

I pay for the lagers and carry them back to the lads. They’ve plonked themselves down at a corner table, leaving me to sit with my back to the room and miss leching at any skirt which may come in. Fucking typical, but I’m not going to whinge about it. The lads are back to the staple subject of our conversations; Chelsea’s chances next season. They’ve fucking blown it for this one again, too much inconsistency. New manager can’t even talk English, for fuck’s sake. My mind drifts again, back to when I’d got home. I’d managed not to pick the phone up and call Jemima again in the van, but as soon as I got into the flat I’d cracked. Been fucking stupid too; only went and used my land phone, so she had both numbers now.

“Hello again Thomas. So you understand about Saturday; not a moment before eight”

She’s unbelievable, I thought to myself, but even as I’d thought it I’d been answering:

“Ok – but why not Friday?”

“Sorry, I’ve got other people to see on Friday. Saturday or not at all. And that’s ever”

Her voice firm, leaving me in no doubt she meant it. It was only later, on my way to the pub that the thought occurred to me that she must have liked what I’d done, if not me for myself, for her to want a repeat performance at all. During the call though I’d reverted to Mr Putty-in-her-hands. Fucking sad really – a confident and proud bloke turned into a fucking rent-boy, except I wasn’t getting paid. She wasn’t finished

“I may have a little surprise for you. I’ll see you on Saturday, and Thomas, don’t be a disappointment, there’s a good boy” and again she’d just hung up.

I drag myself back to the present in time to hear Andy speculating about Saturday’s game against Villa. Not much chance of a decent ruck, not against that lot. No real firm to talk of, although they’ve got a big support base. Fucking whining brummies. Paul’s saying how they play good football, the way it should be played, quick passes and breaks, the way Chelsea do it. We remember a few seasons ago, when we played them up at their place, and they had eleven Englishman in their starting line up compared to our one, and their fans were singing “Eng-er-lund Eng-er-lund” at us. Fucking beat us too. But Villa are a nothing team. Rarely struggle too much, but do fuck all either. Can’t remember the last time they were in Europe. Still living off ’82 when they won the European Cup. Or was it ’81? I’m wondering how I’m going to get away after the game, missing the usual ritual of match, pub, grub, club followed by kebab and/or bird. Couple of weeks ago we got invited to a party at some tart’s place. Student nurses, five of them living in one fucking house. Andy only shagged the bird whose party it was, whilst Paul did the good thing and kept her bloke chatting about the advantages of wingbacks over a traditional flat back four! Fucking funny, looking back. My brain feels like it’s made of cotton wool, can’t think straight, another pint landing in front of me won’t help, but it tastes good and I decide not to think about it until tomorrow. Fuck it!

Thursday afternoon, and I’m getting the thrill again. I’d woken this morning with the germ of an idea. Can’t remember where it came from; a dream, something said on Wednesday night – can’t remember much of that, I’d got well hammered, raised a few eyebrows the next morning and the boss thought I was still pissed as I’d been wandering round like I was in a trance all day, but it wasn’t due to the hangover, it was because I’d been thinking through my idea. I wanted to see Jemima again, or at least to fuck her, but I wanted to do it on my terms. I wanted to be able to look at myself in the mirror without examining myself to see if the weakening was visible. I knew I’d acted like a fucking nonce who gets off on women dominating him. Wearing fucking nappies and being spanked – not my scene at all. So this idea had started to form. I remembered how she’d gone into one when I’d first slipped my length into her, then in the next breath started encouraging me with all that “Tommy knows what mummy wants” shit. I was sure I could get away with this, but I wanted to make it real. For her, at least.

One thing I’d always been good at was accents. At school I’d even been encouraged to do a bit of acting, but I’d dropped it like a brick amatör porno when my mates started taking the piss: “One step away from being a fucking ballet dancer, you ponce”, and that kind of thing, so I’d told the drama teacher to shove it, and went back to mugging swots for their dinner money. But I’d never lost the ability to do regional accents, and would practise them when telling jokes. Fucking hard to tell how realistic they are, but I reckoned I could con a posh bird like Jemima, who was unlikely to have been exposed to too many strong accents. Scouse, I reckoned. Fucking pondlife from Liverpool virtually had their own language, and I was sure I could do the voice. Only thing was, would she be seeing her ‘other people’ on Friday at her home or elsewhere? I hoped it would be elsewhere, and when she got home she’d have a fucking shock. If she was in, and I had to wait until her guests left it would be more complicated, as I wasn’t sure what security the house had, but it was bound to be pretty good. I’m no fucking thief, so I’m not exactly skilled at getting into other people’s houses, but I hoped I wouldn’t have to. If it all went pear shaped I could always bin the idea and just turn up as ordered on Saturday, but I didn’t want to. Basically, so long as it went as planned, I’d grab her as she went to open the door, rush her inside, fuck her brains out and leave. I’d want to give her just a hint that it was me, and before anyone starts thinking I’m a fucking rapist, I certainly wasn’t going to hurt her. Well, not in any serious way, but I had a strong idea that this would be as good for her as it would be for me. I still had a balaclava and black roll-neck top from a fancy-dress party the three of us had gone to as SAS blokes. Fucking scream that had been – touching up birds and minesweeping beers, and although the soft cunts at the party had known we’d been normal blokes in costume the balaclava thing had really intimidated them. I had black jeans, but had better wear trainers, as she’d seen my boots and I wanted to leave her uncertain.

Now my plan was sorted I was impatient. I go for a few pints on Thursday evening and the lads are asking if I’m out on Friday. Tell them I don’t fancy it, keeping my powder dry for Saturday. Of course I’ll still have to explain to Jemima why I’m not going to make it on Saturday, but I’ll think of something, and I get the feeling that she’ll have had enough by then.

“Hey Tom, tell Andy that joke about the Scouse kid at school in London”

Fucking Paul’s telepathic. I’m just thinking about getting the accent straight and he gives me a chance. I get Andy pissing himself at the joke. Feel good – being the funny man, but know he wouldn’t be so expressive if it wasn’t for the five pints of lager sloshing around in his gut. Plastic beer, but better than the warm heavy crap that the traditionalists tell us a true Englishman should drink. What the fuck is a true Englishman anyway? The only cunts who ever talk about it have got nothing to do with me or my kind. They always miss the fucking point, going on about some golden age when everyone did as they were told, and there were no hooligans, no kiddie-fiddlers, no unemployment. A fucking dream, a con. It’s always been there, all of it, it’s just no one talked about it and very few heard about it when it did come out. That’s the price of an all-informed public, and it’s hard to keep the news quiet when everyone’s got a TV. Educating the Empire cost us the Empire. Churchill said that. Fucking true Englishman there, even if he was a toff. Knew what he was on about, did old Winston. And we’re still fighting them on the beaches, only difference being the Government hasn’t declared war on them this time. But we know what it’s all about. Flying the flag, keeping the Euros aware of us, scared of us. The English barbarians, proud fighting race. I’m fucking rambling now, and I know it. Realise I’ve been talking aloud as I hear Paul agreeing with me.

“Fucking right Tom! Fat cunts in Brussels telling us how to run our country, growing rich on the fucking curry train”

“It’s called a gravy train, you ignorant wanker” I laugh at him, he’s pissed and cracks up too

“Gravy, curry, what’s the fucking difference? Knew it was something Northern cunts put on their chips”

We’re all pissing ourselves now, Angie giggling along with us even though she’s just walked up to our end of the bar and hasn’t a clue what we’re laughing at. Daft cow. Looks good tonight though. Nipples showing through a white t-shirt – must be on heat. Some other time she might just have got 7 inches of Chelsea up her tonight, but I’m keeping myself fresh for Lady fucking Chatterley.

We grab a kebab on the way home, and I’m wearing half of it by the time I let myself into the flat. Fucking greasy shit, have to be pissed to eat this, although I feel pretty well together. I dig out the black clothes and balaclava and make sure they’re handy for tomorrow night. I’ll take my motor out there and park it a good distance from her house. Hope there’s no intruder alarms in the woods around the grounds, but it’s a risk I’ll have to take. She’s probably got security lights, so I’ll have to be careful approaching the house itself, especially if she’s in. The gravel could be a problem too; fucking noisy. At least I’d seen no sign of dogs. It suddenly occurs to me that I don’t anal porno know when her husband’s coming home. Could it be him she’s seeing on Friday? But if so, and he’s just come back from abroad, how could she be free on Saturday? Unless he’s one of these weird cunts who gets off on seeing his wife fucked by a stranger. I can’t see it being likely, but I’ll have to give the place a good looking over when I get there. I turn in but struggle to get to sleep, my mind too active to relax. End up having a wank, thinking about what happened on Wednesday, and what I hope will happen on Friday.

Friday evening, and did this fucking day drag or what? I could hardly keep my mind on the job, although Paul, who’s pretty much my best mate and would have sussed something was on my mind was out on the van today, thank fuck. Andy really gets into his work, so he didn’t notice anything, and I reckon the boss thinks I’m a fucking zombie anyway. At least after this week. I made it home in good time, and have showered and put on some aftershave. Dolce and Gabbana; meant to be a bit classy, though probably not to a rich-bitch like Jemima. But it’s all part of the master plan. Give her something to think about, and classy or not, it’s distinctive, and that’s what I want. I put the clothes on, but wear a beige jacket over the top for the journey there. Feel a bit of a twat wearing it, as it’s one my mum bought me to keep me dry at the football. Must be the first time I’ve ever worn it, and I wouldn’t be seen dead in it usually. Before I leave I slip a clasp knife into my jeans pocket; you never know – I may need it to add a bit of steel to my act.

I wander down to the garages which go with my block of flats. As I drive off I’m running through the plan, wondering if it’ll come off or not. It’s nine pm and I reckon at this time of night I’ll make it out to her place in forty-five minutes. Straight down the A22, which is a cast-iron bitch of a road during rush hour, but now it should be a doddle.

Ten o’clock, and I’m at her place. Sneaked through the woods from the road, and I’m standing looking at the side of the house. The end of it I drove around on Wednesday. Looks dead, but there’s a light on downstairs in the kitchen. Just about the only window I can be sure of. No sign of the Merc, but it could be in the garage. I don’t know if she’d drive herself or get a cab. Or a fucking limo more like. I realise I could be in for a long wait, and start to make my way around toward the back of the house, keeping in the cover of the trees, just on the edge. I can’t make out any security lights but it’s too dark now. Should have got here twenty minutes earlier, when there was still a bit of light left. Ah well, wasn’t it some general who said no plan survives first contact with the enemy? I can’t remember who, but he had a point. I’m feeling like some hero soldier, behind the enemy lines here, setting up the ambush. Only my enemy isn’t here, or I don’t think she is. I realise that if she pulls up now I’m too far away. If she spotted me as I cross the gravel she could make it inside and lock the door before I could get to her, so I move further around, until the garage and workshop are between me and house. I creep toward the back of the workshop, on grass still, nice and quiet. Looking around the edge of the workshop I can see a couple of wheelie bins at the back of the house. Right next to the kitchen door. I don’t remember them from Wednesday but then I wasn’t really looking. Making my mind up I race across to them, sure now she isn’t in and they’re perfect. I can crouch down behind them, concealing myself from the door, and I’m only a few yards away from it

Nearly eleven, and I’m getting cramped here, so I stand to stretch my legs. Just as I do I hear a car. Hard to tell if it’s coming up here, but then there’s the crunch of tyres crossing gravel and I’m home and dry. I must check it’s just her of course, but the adrenaline starts to flow and I’m positive this is going to come off. The crunching stops and the engine dies, but I still can’t see the car. Fuck! She’s stopped round the front. Bollocks! I didn’t even think about that. Stupid cunt! I’m swearing at myself, wondering if I can salvage something, and notice lights coming on inside. I’m staring at the garage, furious that the silly cow isn’t parking the car there when light comes pouring through the French windows away to my left. They swing open and I can see her, but she’s talking to someone. Her hair’s piled up and she’s wearing a long dress. Very classy, but I’m getting fucking nervous now. If she looks this way there’s a good chance she’ll see me in the light. Who the hell is she talking to? Relief floods through me as I realise she’s talking into her mobile, bending her head now down to the left to grip it whilst she does something with her hands. Lifting them to her face and she’s got a cigarette in her mouth, but it looks a bit battered somehow. A spark and a flame and she’s smoking – I hadn’t realised she did. Talking again now, and a cloud of smoke drifts toward me as she exhales, laughing into the phone, that musical laugh I remember so well. I can’t believe what my sense of smell is telling me, but she’s smoking fucking ganja! She’s doing a joint – Mrs Rich-Twat is getting high, and it suits me down to the ground. I listen to her conversation, but it’s all giggles and agreement; no way of telling what the fuck the person on the other end is on about. She keeps calling them ‘darling’, but with this lot that could be anyone from a sister to the fucking bank manager. Means nothing, and I’m getting impatient. I freeze as I suddenly hear my name being mentioned:

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In My Life

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Authors Note: This story is named and written after the wonderful song created by The Beatles, ‘In My Life’. The text in Italics is the lyrics of the song and was written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
As always thank you very much to eclecticwoman818 for her editing and constant encouragement with my stories.

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There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all…..

Mark Nelson turned his car into the driveway after another day at work. As he entered his house from the garage it felt different somehow. The silence in his home enveloped him. This house, his home, had once been filled with noise, laughter and the sounds of family life. Now the silence was deafening. It had been this way for the past six months, but today was the first time he had noticed it.

Walking to his bedroom, Mark took off his work clothes and had a shower. Being a warehouse manager meant that he did get grimy after a day’s work. Having a shower refreshed him and he put on his usual home attire of an old t-shirt and shorts, before heading to the kitchen to make his dinner.

He had some music playing on the computer, more to break the silence in the house than anything else. Had his house really been this quiet for the last six months?

As Mark sat there eating his dinner his mind was churning. Unconsciously he was playing with his wedding ring, spinning it on his finger. This had become a bit of a habit he did when he was thinking.

Just on 2 years earlier his wife of 24 years Elouise wasn’t feeling well. Her appetite was poor and she wasn’t feeling herself. She thought it was just a bug and didn’t think too much about it. These symptoms continued for nearly a month before she finally decided go to the doctor. After some tests it was revealed she had advanced pancreatic cancer. This diagnosis was in May and she passed away in September, with Mark and their two daughters, Lara and Daisy, at her bedside.

This sudden loss of Elouise had drained Mark’s soul. They had been going out together since University, where they were both studying economics. The life they had together was wonderful. It is said that opposites attract and this could have been partly true in their case.

Mark was, actually still is, a relatively quiet person, especially when initially meeting people. Once he got to know people though his shyness did fade away. Back at University he was just another young man finding his way. At 5’10” tall, brown hair and a fit, but not athletic build, he was basically invisible in a crowd. He could have been anyone.

Elouise was different. She was outgoing, gregarious, with a big personality. Her flame red hair and infectious laugh definitely brought her attention. She was a popular girl but not in a bad way. They first met when they were assigned to do a group project together during their second year. Mark thought Elouise was the complete package, brains and beauty. He initially found it intimidating working with her that first time, but they soon built up a great friendship. She apparently liked Mark’s sincere manner and his smile. He liked everything about her.

They started going out and everything progressed from there. They were engaged after finishing University, got married, bought their first house, had their children and loved every moment together. Of course their life wasn’t perfect, but it was perfect for them. Mark felt that losing Elouise was like losing a part of himself and it took him a long time to even start functioning again.

As Mark ate his meal that evening he kept thinking about his wonderful daughters and how much they had helped him over the last 18 months.

Their youngest daughter Daisy was still living at home when Elouise passed away, and she and Mark took care of each other. Daisy has caramel coloured hair, blue eyes, is relatively tall at 5′ 8″ and a slim but shapely physique. She is the more emotional of their girls, having her mother’s classical ‘red haired’ temperament.

Daisy was in her final year of school when her mother passed away and she stopped her schooling to get over their tragedy. She returned to school the following year and achieved good results in her final exams. Daisy is now 19 and she is doing her first year of economics at the same university her parents had attended, living on campus.

Their elder daughter Lara was living away at University at the time, but came home as often as she could. Now Lara is 21 years old and doing medicine. She looks like her mother, 5′ 6″ tall, long red hair, porcelain complexion, green eyes. She has more of Mark’s temperament though, being a practical and logical thinker, but she still with a happy nature.

Mark’s thoughts swirled throughout the evening as he contemplated his life. He was 51 years old and for the first time since Elouise’s sex izle passing he felt like he wanted to get on with his life. He needed to stop mourning her and stop using her passing as an excuse for not living. He had only been surviving for the past 18 months and not really living. When Elouise was close to the end in hospital she implored him to live his life once she was gone.

It was time for Mark to live his life again, but there were some things he needed to do first to enable him to do this.

That evening he took some time and phoned both his daughters. They both lived in Sydney closer to their respective universities, about 40 minutes away from where Mark lived and they grew up. He asked them to come over on the weekend as he needed their help. He also asked them to wear old clothes, but didn’t say anything more.

When Mark went to bed that night he did something he never thought he would have to do. With a lot of sadness, and just a hint of optimism, he slipped the plain gold band off the ring finger on his left hand, gave it a kiss and placed it in the drawer of his bedside cabinet…..

*******

On Saturday morning Lara and Daisy arrived and strolled into the house like they always did. Their presence immediately lifted the mood in the house. Mark was so glad to see them and gave them big hugs. They all caught up a little with what they were all doing over a coffee in the kitchen. Even though they spoke all the time, actually having Lara and Daisy there with him made Mark feel great. Being together again improved Mark’s confidence in the decision he had made.

Both Lara and Daisy were a little anxious as Mark hadn’t told them about what he wanted to do that day. Before they got started Mark led his daughters into the lounge room. He wanted to speak to them before they got on with the task for the day. As they sat on the lounge Mark insisted that Lara and Daisy should sit on either side of him.

“Girls I asked you up here today because I need your help. It’s time to do something I should have done a long time ago …. And now feels like the right time to do it.” Mark said seriously.

Lara and Daisy looked at their father, but also exchanged glances of their own. They were wondering what he was going to say. Mark was nervous too. This was a big step and he hoped they would be supportive.

“I need you both to help me move your Mum’s things out.” Mark said with a sigh.

Lara reached out and held her father’s hand while Daisy wrapped her arm around his shoulders. They both knew this was a big step for him, but it was something he needed to do.

“Dad of course we will help.” Lara said with a loving smile on her face.

“I need to move your Mum’s things out. It’s been nearly 2 years and if I don’t do this I won’t be able to move on with life… And your mother wanted me to move on….” Mark replied quietly.

“Yes Dad. We know. We were there too.” Daisy said, clearly remembering what their Mum had said to him before she passed away.

Mark was so relieved his girls understood what he wanted to do.

“I was worried that you might be upset with me for wanting to get rid of her things.” Mark said, looking at both his beautiful daughters.

“No Dad we aren’t upset. I think it is the best thing you can do. It is great that you feel it is time to move on a little. Don’t you Daisy?”

“Yeah Dad, you do need to move on. It is what Mum wanted.” Daisy replied.

Mark gave both his daughters a big hug each. Sitting back he reached into his pocket. He could feel what he wanted in there.

“Before we start there is something I wanted to give to each of you, something from your Mum and me.” Mark said as he lifted out two ring boxes from his pocket.

He turned to his left and faced Lara. Just looking at her reminded Mark so much of her mother. Her face was shaped the same, she had her red hair pulled back into a pony tail like Elouise often used to. The look of curiosity on her face was the spitting image of her mum. He handed the first box to Lara.

“Lara, sweetheart, your Mother wanted you to have this. I gave this to her on the night I proposed to her. Your mother’s face just beamed when she saw it and said yes……” Mark said, struggling to get the words out.

Lara opened the box and there was her mother’s engagement ring. The solitary diamond sparkled just like the tears that flowed from Lara’s eyes.

“Ohhh Dad I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful.” Lara babbled before she reached out and hugged her father tight.

Finishing the embrace Mark turned around towards Daisy. His younger daughter was already looking very emotional, so Mark quickly handed her the other ring box.

“Daisy Honey we wanted you to have this one. I gave it to your Mum when she was pregnant with you. She always wanted an eternity ring and I gave this to her jokingly calling it her ‘maternity’ ring. She loved it and ….. Well you know she always wore it.” Mark said with tears streaming down his face as the emotion fully alt yazılı porno caught up with him.

Daisy was already in tears as she opened the box to see the gold band with multiple small diamonds embedded in it. Daisy wrapped her arms around her father and held him tight. She was crying into his shoulder. This was so much more emotional than Mark had thought it would be. Lara leant across and hugged them both too.

When they finished hugging and dried their eyes Mark began to speak. “Girls you don’t have to wear the rings…..”

Looking across however, he could see that Lara and Daisy had already put their rings on, both putting them on their right hand ring finger.

“I’m going to wear mine all the time Dad.” Daisy immediately said.

“I will wear it all the time too Dad, except when I’m working.” Lara chimed in with a big smile on her face.

Mark smiled at his girls.

“Ok …… Well let’s get this started.”

With that they went in and started to clear out all of Elouise’s things. It was a really emotional day. There were plenty of laughs, lots of old stories reminiscing about Elouise and more than a few tears shed. Often it would be as simple as a single piece of clothing that triggered a memory. They all supported each other.

What should have been a quick process ended up taking all day. The girls took some of their mother’s things to keep and a lot was donated to charity.

As it had been a long and emotional day Lara and Daisy wanted to stay the night rather than drive back to Sydney. The family had pizza for dinner and watched a few old movies curled up together on the lounge, just like they did on many a Saturday night when the girls were young.

While watching the movie, Lara said to her father in a somewhat surprised voice. “Dad you’ve taken your wedding ring off.”

“Yes I did. Like I said before it is time to move on.” Mark replied

“You didn’t throw it out did you?” Daisy asked in a concerned manner, hearing the conversation.

“No girls. I have kept it with your mother’s wedding ring in a very safe place….. I’m not forgetting your Mum. I will never forget her. I have the greatest reminder of her here in my arms, you two. I will always love her. Always…… But I need to live my life again….”

His daughters embraced Mark a little tighter. He thought that they understood where he was coming from. It certainly felt like they did.

The following morning they all had breakfast together before Lara and Daisy headed back to Sydney.

As they said their goodbyes Lara said to her father “This was perfect Dad.”

“It was?”

“Yes. All being together again, just like when we were young. It felt right didn’t it?”

“Yes Sweetheart it did.” Mark replied happily.

Lara kissed her father on the cheek. In a very knowing voice she said “Now you can move on Dad.”

The girls got in their car and drove away. Mark’s mind churned over what Lara had said. She was was right. It was almost like they had drawn a line under the past. His girls, his young women, were grown up and not little girls any more. They had their own lives. They had celebrated their old life. Now was time to move on.

***********

Three months later and Mark had started to move on. He wasn’t exactly painting the town red, but was doing a little more. He had reconnected with friends and was accepting invitations to go out more than saying no. It felt great to see people again and after the obvious questions on how he was doing without Elouise, conversations moved on to other topics. Life was getting better.

One Saturday morning he was out doing his weekly grocery shop. He shopped like he did everything in his life, with a purpose. He had his list and was looking for the various products he needed. As Mark rounded his trolley into the next aisle, a young boy came running towards him.

Mark brought his trolley to a halt barely missing him. The boy looked at Mark with a startled look on his face, before he turned and ran quickly back to his mother’s trolley only a couple of steps away.

The mother saw what had happened, looked towards Mark and began to speak.

“Oh I’m so sorry. Thank you for not…… Mark?”

Mark looked at the woman. She was about 5’6″ tall and her hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail with strands of hair hanging down across her face. Her hair was brown with many blonde highlights. Her eyes were a stunning hazel colour and he could see a smile emerge on her face. In that split second Mark knew who it was.

“Angela, is that you?” he replied.

The smiles of recognition spread across both their faces. They moved in close and hugged.

“Angela …. Reed isn’t it now? How long has it been?” Mark asked.

“No not Reed any more, back to Summers again. The last time I saw you Mark was when I left AHS. That would have been 18 years ago. Wow. You look great. How are you doing?”

They chatted for a few minutes having not seen each other altyazılı sex izle since Angela left the store where they had both worked. Mark was the assistant manager and Angela was fresh out of school, working while she studied at University.

She asked Mark about his family and he told her about Elouise’s passing. Angela reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, while expressing her sincere sympathy for his loss.

They were talking about Mark’s daughters and Angela’s kids, when Angela’s kids began to get restless and started annoying each other. They quickly wrapped up their conversation saying how pleased they were to see each other again and hoping to catch up again soon.

As they moved apart Mark took one more look at Angela. She was dressed in a nice pair of jeans, sneakers and a jacket covering a t-shirt. While she was obviously dressed to do her grocery shopping he thought she looked really good.

*************

Angela

It is amazing the people who you run into in the supermarket. As Angela gathered her kids up, they pushed their trolley down the aisle and around into the next. Angela looked back and could see Mark doing his shopping. A small smile crossed her face. It felt really good to see him again.

Once at home she began to pack the groceries away. Her children, 11 year old daughter Taylor and 9 year old son Ryan, headed their separate ways, tired of being cooped together while they did the shopping.

Angela found that she was smiling happily to herself as she packed the things away. Seeing Mark Nelson had really perked up her spirit. She had always liked Mark when he was her manager at AHS. He was always nice to her while still being the boss and took an interest in what she was doing outside of work. He always treated Angela and the other members of the staff with respect. He valued their feedback and opinions, but was still firm enough with them to get jobs done. She really felt Mark was a friend.

Her mind went back to leaving AHS to move to the city and get a real job after she had finished her studies. Looking around her little house now, a feeling of disappointment filled Angela’s heart again. Her life hadn’t turned out exactly how she had planned it. While she did have a good career, working as a Sales Representative for a pharmaceutical company, and had two wonderful children, she hadn’t expected to be 37 years old and back living in a small house in the town she had grown up in.

Angela always thought she would have a bit more glamourous lifestyle, living in the city, enjoying all the nightlife and trappings that came with living in Sydney. For a period of time she did have this good life.

When Angela was married she and her husband had a lifestyle in the eastern suburbs of Sydney that looked amazing. Her ex, Adam, had a good job as a merchant banker and had plenty of contacts with the right people. They went out regularly to events, attended fancy parties, openings and premieres. They mixed with all the right people and appeared to have it all. While they weren’t quite socialites, as they both worked for their money, they were on the edge of that scene.

This fancy lifestyle however cost them plenty. They were mortgaged up to the eyeballs for their house and the kids went to private school. These people all wanted to be their friend when times were good, but when things got tough they all disappeared. Adam couldn’t keep it in his pants and Angela caught him and his ‘secretary’ at their house one day.

Unfortunately for Angela the divorce from Adam had taken a hit on what savings she had. As they were so deep in debt and actually owned very little, the property split was basically non-existent. The divorce was costly and Angela’s so-called friends weren’t there for her.

She had little option but to reluctantly move back to the area she grew up. Here she would be near her parents, where she had support and could be somewhere she could afford to live. Her work was great and they shuffled her sales territory to cover more of this area. Taylor and Ryan adapted relatively easily to their new school. Adam saw the kids 3 weekends out of 4, and was a good Dad to them. He was just a lousy husband to Angela.

Seeing how nice it was outside Angela went and sat on her back deck, looking over her back yard. Taylor and Ryan were now outside playing together having settled their minor shopping mall dispute. It dawned on Angela sitting there that her kids were happier here than they had been in Sydney. They relished seeing Angela more, and even having more of their Dad’s attention when they saw him on the weekends.

Watching them play Angela began to realise that she didn’t actually miss the supposedly glamourous lifestyle she once had, but missed having someone who was there for her…..

************

Mark

Seeing Angela again was great. He had often wondered how she went with her life once she had left the store they worked at. She was always level headed, but passionate about what she believed in. He thought Angela would succeed in everything she did as she had that type of personality that she would work to make it. As she had reverted back to her maiden name and was living back in the local area Mark realised that life must have dealt her a few tough cards.

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Jason and Carlos entered the cell to find Martinez struggling against the handcuffs that held his wrists over his head and attached to the frame of the cot. When Martinez saw them coming in the cell, he began to twist and plead in Spanish while Carlos explained what they were going to do to him. Jason got up on the cot, straddling Martinez facing towards the officers feet then he squatted down rubbing his hard cock and balls on the chubby hairy cops face. “MMMMMFFFFFF!” Martinez grunted as the beefy muscular blond began to grind his balls and ass into the swarthy officer’s face.

Suddenly Jason felt Martinez’s tongue licking his balls then licking the space between Jason’s balls down to his asshole. “Damn this guy is licking my hole!” Jason said to Carlos as the swarthy officer began to rim the hot blonde’s hole. Fuck that feels good. Jason thought as the thick tongue began to enter his tight pink hole. Jason looked down at the chubby hairy body and saw the Martinez’s beer can thick stubby cock was hard, the foreskin stretched over the bullet shaped cock with the pink head peeking through the open ring of stretched foreskin.

Jason reached down and pulled the foreskin back down over the glistening pink mushroom head and jacked it back and forth as Martinez continued to rim his hole. Carlos then got on the cot facing Jason who was squatting on the swarthy officer’s face, and got between the officer’s feet grabbing his thick hairy legs and bringing them up and spreading Martinez’s legs bending them at the knees. He looked at the hairy valley between the chubby ass cheeks and the tiny hole deep in the crack. He poured oil on the hole and on his big erect cock as he pressed the head of his cock against the tight hole.

“MMMMFFFFFF! AAAAAGGGGGHH!” Martinez opened his mouth to cry out as Jason stuck the head of his fat pink cock into Martinez’s mouth and Carlos eased his big cock in the tight hole. “AAAAAHHHHH yeah that is a tight ass!” Carlos said, his eyes half closed in ecstasy grinding his huge cock deep into the chubby cops ass. Jason looked down at the chubby hairy cop’s spread legs, his fat throbbing cock rock hard against his hairy belly and hole spread wide by Carlos’s fat cock. Carlos reached out and pulled Jason’s face close to his and began kissing him deeply his tongue forcing its way into Jason’s mouth.

Martinez took Jason’s thick cock deep in his throat with ease causing Jason break away from kissing Carlos and to moan in pleasure. “Fuck this guy can deep throat! I think he’s done this before.” Jason groaned to Carlos while Carlos began driving his big cock in and out of the chubby officer’s hole.

Plop….plop…. Plop….plop…. Plop….plop…. Plop….plop…. Plop….plop…. Plop. “Damn this is a hot ass; he squeezes his hole around my cock like a pro!” Carlos moaned as he fucked the chubby officer.

The cot squeaked as Jason and Carlos fucked the swarthy hairy officer from both ends. Jason was amazed how good Martinez was sucking his cock taking it deep in his throat that he began to feel his balls pulling up tight. “Oooh yeah I’m gonna shoot!” Jason cried out, driving his cock deep into the velvety throat and shooting his load. Martinez swallowed the hot load and continued to suck more cum out of Jason’s thick cock. Jason removed his cock and got off of the cot to wipe himself off with a towel as he watched Carlos continue to fuck the chubby cop.

Jason watched as Carlos continued to fuck the chubby hairy officer as he began kissing Martinez who was moaning in pleasure. As Jason watched the two fucking, he began to remember how Carlos had fucked and kissed him with the same passion. Even though Jason considered all this sex with men just getting off with no emotion, for some reason he felt a twinge of jealousy watching Carlos fuck and kiss Martinez.

Damn what is wrong with me, I date women I am not gay! Jason thought as he watched Carlos whispering and kissing and fucking the moaning chubby cop. Soon he heard yelling in Spanish coming from down the corridor and knew it was time to finish his revenge. I’ll leave these lovebirds alone. Jason thought as he quietly left the cell and went down to the interrogation room.

As Jason entered the interrogation room he heard El Capitán yelling and cursing in Spanish, fighting the wrist restraints that kept him spread eagled. His body was tight, lean and muscular with some salt and pepper chest hair that trailed down to his big pendulous horse cock and balls between his legs. “How dare you do this…I will have you arrested!” the capitán yelled as he continued to twist against the restraints, his big cock flopping back and forth. Jason smiled calmly while he took a few pictures of the naked officer then put his phone down on the table as he picked up the police belt.

“What…..what are you doing?” El Capitán said, his eyes widening in fear as Jason approached him with the belt and then stood behind the struggling officer. CRAAACK! The belt smacked the firm brown muscular ass globes mobil porno causing the officer to jerk forward. “AAAAAAEEEEEEE!” El capitán screamed as the belt continued to beat his muscular ass cheeks leaving red strips on the brown globes. CRACK….CRACK…CRACK… CRACK….CRACK…CRACK…Jason vented all his frustration and rage on the man who had abused and fucked him ruthlessly.

Jason paused for a moment, reaching out to grasp the muscular red ass globes causing El Capitan to flinch and cry out. “Damn these ass cheeks are nice and warm.” Jason smirked as he groped and squeezed the tender globes, his cock beginning to engorge. “Oh Please stop….I’m begging you!” the sweaty officer pleaded as Jason fondled his muscular cheeks. Jason walked over to the desk removing the leather strap. “Well I think your ass needs some more warming up!” Jason said as he returned to stand behind the moaning cop. WHAP! “AAAAGGGGHHHH!” El Capitán screamed as the strap came down on his cheeks. WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP.

WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP. . WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP…WHAP… WHAP.

“Please stop…I will do anything” El Capitan cried out as the strap slapped his blazing red ass globes. “What did you say? You’ll do anything? Will you give me your ass?” Jason said pausing the whipping as he grasped the ass globes spreading them wide apart to expose the tiny hole. “Yes. Just please stop hitting me…I can’t take anymore!” El capitán cried out as Jason reached over for the massage oil pouring some onto the tight hole. He used his index finger to spread the oil around then pressing the tip and entering the tight ring.

The groaning officer clenched his cheeks together which provoked a hard slap to his right ass cheek. SMACK! “Open up that hole… spread your legs wider and stick your butt out!” Jason barked to the officer as he reached around the officer finding his chest and nipple pinching it hard as he forced his finger in the tight channel. “AAAAAAEEEEEE!” El capitán cried out as the finger entered his virgin canal deep pressing against his prostate gland.

Jason brought his mouth close to El Capitán’s ear while he worked a second finger into the tight ring to massage the prostate gland while he worked the officer’s nipple pinching as he fucked his fingers in and out. “Now you know how it feels…. Who’s the bitch now?” Jason whispered to the groaning sweaty cop. El capitán moaned in pain and the invading fingers being rammed in his tight virgin hole. Jason pressed both oiled fingers deep pressing on the firm prostate gland provoking a grunt from the moaning officer.

“You ready for my thick gringo cock in your tight Mexican hole?” Jason whispered in the officer’s ear as he removed his fingers from the hole and pressed the mushroom head of his throbbing pink cock against the tight ring. “Please don’t….I’ve never been fucked in my culo.” The officer pleaded as the erect cock pressed harder against his asshole then suddenly the fat head popped through the tight ring. “AAAAAYYYYYY!” the officer cried out as the oily cock split open his cherry hole sliding deep into his ass.

“Hot damn this is one tight sweet little hole!” Jason said as he pressed his fat cock deep in the tight velvety channel grinding his pubes against the firm brown Mexican ass cheeks. Jason reached around and grabbed the huge flaccid uncut horse cock and began massaging the cock while he ground his cock pressing against the cop’s prostate gland. Jason felt the huge cock begin to swell in his hand as he began to bring his cock slowly out then sliding it in deep in the tight ass.

The officer groaned as he felt the fat cock sliding in and out pressing his gland as his own cock began to swell and grow as the gringo jacked his foreskin back and forth. He could not believe that he was getting excited by the cock in his ass but the feeling of the hard shaft deep in his ass made his own cock rock hard and throbbing. “Ooooohhhhh Si.” El Capitan groaned as he was fucked and jacked off by the sweaty muscular gringo. “You like that bitch? You want me to fuck you harder?” Jason whispered as he picked up the tempo pulling his cock almost all the way out then ramming it deep.

Pop…Pop…Pop… Pop…Pop…Pop… Pop…Pop…Pop… Pop…Pop…Pop…

Jason fucked the sweaty cop while he gripped the huge cock jacking it back forth. El capitán felt his balls begin to rise up and he felt he was close to shoot his load. “Si..Si…Si….I cum now!” the cop cried out as his big cock began to shoot 3 huge loads of cum on the floor. Splat!… splat!… splat! Jason rammed his shaft in and out of the tight hole also feeling his balls rise up. “Here it comes fucker I’m gonna shoot my load deep in your ass!” he cried out as his cock began to shoot hot cum into the tight channel.

As Jason began to catch his breath and remove his softening cock from the tight hole he heard Carlos come into the room and pick up his phone and take some alman porno picks of him pulling his cock out of El Capitan’s ass. “Damn that was fucking hot Jason.” Carlos said as he showed to picks to the officer and then told the officer if he tried any action against them the pictures would be released to the town. El capitán bowed his head and reluctantly agreed so they released him and allowed him to dress.

Jason and Carlos released all three officers then left the police station together heading into the town. “Hey man you wanna come over to my place for dinner?” Carlos said as they walked along the quiet dark street. “Sure that sounds cool, I’m pretty hungry.”

Jason said as he followed Carlos down a couple of blocks heading towards the outskirts of the village. They approached a small stucco white house with red terracotta tiled roof. The house had a nicely manicured lawn and a small stone fence surrounding the property. “Hey this is a nice place you got!” Jason said as Carlos led him through the gate and into the small house.

The interior was traditional Mexican with polished Saltillo tile floor and heavy wooden carved furniture. The walls were brightly colored with local artisan pieces on the walls on shelves and small arched niches. A large painting of a stern looking older man dressed in religious robes was on the wall above a small table with a lighted candle. Jason noticed something about the man in the picture looked familiar then he moved walked over to the kitchen.

“My grandmother left me her home when she passed away.” Carlos said as he went into the kitchen to prepare the meal. “Make yourself at home Jason.” Carlos said as he began opening the fridge and getting the food ready. “Hey man do you mind if I take a shower?” Jason asked. “Sure the bathroom is in the back I had it redone when I moved in here a couple of years ago.” Carlos said.

Jason headed into the back bedroom that had a large wooden framed king sized bed and a large wooden armoire. The room had a ceiling fan and the walls were painted a soft olive green. He walked into the large bathroom completely tiled in a beige marble that had a walk in shower with a glass block partition. “Wow this is really nice!” Jason said as he removed his shirt and shorts and turned on the modern brushed nickel shower hardware and notice settings for a rain shower from above and a full body spray with several nozzles in front.

The water soon warmed up and Jason stood in front of the spray luxuriating in the water cascading on his body. “Room for one more?” Carlos said as he began removing his clothes and stepped in the shower bringing his hairy body to press against Jason’s smooth muscular back. “Fuck I’ve wanted to have you again.” Carlos whispered in Jason’s ear as he began kissing his neck and rubbing his hardening cock against Jason’s big white ass globes. Jason felt the fat hard long shaft rubbing between his ass cheeks as Carlos ran his big hairy hands all over his body cupping his big muscular pecs and pinching his big pink nipples causing him to moan. Carlos reached down and grabbed a bottle of lotion pouring a generous amount in his hand which he smeared on his cock and then worked a large glob into Jason’s tight pink hole.

Carlos grabbed Jason’s hands and placed them against the wall as he kicked Jason’s legs apart causing his ass cheeks to open exposing the pink hole. Jason felt the fat cock head pressing against his hole then gasping as it popped through the tight ring. “OOOOHHHH FUCK!” Jason exclaimed as the huge cock slid deep into his tight hole. Carlos ran his hands over Jason’s muscular chest cupping and pinching his big pink nipples as he eased his huge cock deeper in the tight pink hole. “Aaaahhhhhh.” Jason moaned as the fat prick slid deep in his ass spreading him wide open while his own cock was rock hard and throbbing.

Carlos eased his horse cock balls deep as he looked down he saw Jason’s big round grapefruit sized white ass globes spread wide and his own brown horse cock deep in the tight pink hole that was stretched tight around his fat member. “Oh baby you have the hottest ass I’ve ever fucked!” Carlos exclaimed as he began to grind his cock deep pressing on Jason’s prostate gland. Jason’s cock throbbed with precum oozing from his cock head as he pushed his bubble butt back on the hard cock groaning with lust. “Fuck my ass Carlos!” Jason moaned as the hairy Mexican began to thrust the big cock in and out of his tight hole. Carlos smacked the big white ass cheek as he began to fuck Jason.

Plop…Plop…Plop…Smack…plop…plop…plop…Smack!

Carlos fucked Jason deep while Jason was spread eagled his hands pressed against the shower wall working his ass to meet the thrusting huge shaft up his ass. Carlos reached around Jason and began to jack his hard cock as he rammed his big cock in and out of the tight bubble butt. “Fuck baby you are gonna make me come!” Carlos exclaimed as he began fucking harder ramming his cock deep alexis texas porno then bellowing as he shot cum deep in the hole. Jason groaned as his own cock began to spew ropes of cum against the shower wall.

The two men stayed locked together as Carlos kissed Jason’s neck wrapping his arms around the muscular blonde’s torso. “Baby I could do this every night with you.” The hairy Mexican whispered as he began to pull his softening cock out of Jason’s hole. Jason gasped as the huge mushroom head popped out of his pink hole then he felt Carlos rubbing soap over his back and shoulders then down to his ass to soap up his tender hole. The two men soaped each other up under the shower spray until the cum was washed away.

After they dried off they headed to the kitchen where Carlos had been simmering the chile verde which is marinated pork in a green chile sauce with homemade tortillas and Mexican rice and beans. Jason was starving and enjoyed the tender flavorful pork and rice with beans and had several helpings. “Wow you are a great cook!” Jason exclaimed as he devoured the delicious dinner. “Glad you like it.” Carlos replied with a grin as he went to the refrigerator to get the cold beer. They finished dinner and Jason volunteered to wash the dishes and help clean up the kitchen then they went into the front room.

“That was a great fuck and a great dinner!” Jason said grinning as he relaxed on the comfortable leather couch. Carlos smiled as he sat down and put his arm around the handsome blonde hunk. “So I still have the two airport cops that I want to get revenge on.” Jason murmured his eyes half closed. “Tell me again what they did to you?” Carlos said as he pulled the sleepy hunk to lay his head on his chest. Jason explained what happened when he arrived at the airport and was strip searched by the two officers then forced into sex. “Damn those fuckers did that? I have an idea how we can get even with them.” Carlos said as he heard Jason begin to snore against his chest.

“Come on baby lets go to bed.” Carlos said as he gently shook Jason then helped him stand up and walked him to the back bedroom. He helped the sleepy hunk remove his shirt; pants and briefs then pulled back the bed covers and laid Jason down who immediately began lightly snoring. Carlos stripped naked and lay down behind the naked muscular blonde wrapping his arms around him with his hairy chest pressed against Jason’s smooth back.

As Carlos held the sexy hunk he realized he was falling hard for the handsome American. But he knew Jason would soon return to the United States and Carlos could not return there as he had been deported. Carlos felt saddened at the thought of Jason leaving, but decided to try to enjoy his time with the sexy hunk as his eyes began to close and he fell into a deep sleep. Jason meanwhile was dreaming he was back in the stone chamber standing before the raised dais with the stern looking man in religious robes. Jason found himself naked with his arms and legs in shackles and he felt a big muscular guard pressed against his back with his arms wrapped around his chest.

“Sir could you please release me from these shackles?” Jason pleaded with the robed figure. “I’m sorry my son but only you have the ability to release yourself from your bonds.” The robed figure said. “I don’t understand, how am I supposed to release myself?” Jason said as he struggled against the muscular guard’s tight grip. Jason felt the guard’s cock begin to harden and press against his ass cheeks. “Soon you will understand and then your life will become what it was meant to be.” The robed figure said as he slowly began to fade away.

“Wait! Please I don’t understand!” Jason pleaded as he felt the hard cock sliding between his ass cheeks and pressing against his hole. “Baby…you ok? You were mumbling and moving around a lot.” Carlos whispered in his ear as he ran his hands all over Jason’s body caressing his muscular arms and torso and flicking his hardening nipples as his big hard cock which was already lubed up was pressing against Jason’s tight hole. “I was having a weird dream…..OHHH!” Jason gasped as the big mushroom cock head popped through his tight hole. Carlos kissed and licked his neck then nibbled on his earlobe as he slowly advanced his big cock into the tight canal. “Oh baby I love to fuck your tight ass.” Carlos groaned as he slid his big cock into Jason’s tight pink hole. “Ooooohhhhh.” Jason groaned as he was impaled on the huge rod his own fat cock engorging as he felt the fat prick slide deep in his ass. Carlos began to grind his cock deep pressing Jason’s prostate as he kissed and nibbled Jason’s earlobe. “Fuck baby I don’t want to let you leave.” Carlos murmured as he slowly fucked his big cock in and out of the tight ass.

Carlos continued to fuck Jason from the side sliding his big cock in and out then he pulled out and flipped Jason on his back, raising his legs and sliding a pillow under Jason’s lower back. Carlos slid his big cock back into Jason’s tight pink hole until his balls were pressed against the big white ass globes. “AAAAHHH!” Jason gasped as he was impaled his legs spread wide and his own cock rock hard against his belly. Carlos began to fuck Jason hard, his groin slapping against Jason’s spread ass cheeks.

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Ms. Bradley was a smart and sexy college professor who also happened to be a closet nymphomaniac. She knew the male students were always checking her out when she lectured, and she loved every minute of it. Ms. Bradley had tall voluptuous legs that connected to a firm ass that men just couldn’t keep their eyes off of. A sexy, flat stomach and a pair of C-cup sized breasts rounded out her alluring figure. She had a face that would make Aphrodite jealous, with big brown eyes, a cute little nose and lips that begged to be kissed. Her hair was dark black, well groomed and fell to her mid back. She wore a fashionable pair of glasses that made her look younger. She was in her mid thirties, but she didn’t show it.

To her students and colleagues she was just a normal woman, but none of them suspected she had a wild side that craved sex. She would often go to bars and seduce the younger men, taking them home and begging them to fuck her in various positions. Ms. Bradley loved the younger men because they were more then eager to fuck her the way she wanted. Their young bodies had the energy and stamina to make love to her multiple times. No one suspected she was like this; that is until she decided to fuck one of her students.

It was a Thursday late afternoon. Class had just finished.

“Tim, can I see you for a moment?” Ms. Bradley asked to her student before he could leave.

He said his good byes to a few friends and walked towards her at her desk. “Is something wrong Ms. Bradley?” He said a little nervous. His eyes quickly checked out her chest which revealed a little cleavage.

“We need to talk about your grades Tim.” She explained to him.

He looks so fucking good. She thought to herself. Tim was a sophomore at the school. He was very handsome; he had a toned lean body, short brown hair with side burns that stopped just an inch above his jaw line. He wore a light brown short sleeve shirt that showed off his muscular arms well. He completed the outfit with a pair of blue jeans and sneakers. He was six feet tall, just a few inches taller then Ms. Bradley.

“Is something wrong with them?” Tim asked, shaking Ms. Bradley from her lust filled thoughts. “I mean, I’m not failing right?” Tim was sure he was passing with a C in the class.

“No Tim.” She leaned forward and rested on her elbows, exposing more cleavage. “However; I think you can do much better in this class.” She looked him in the eyes and stared for a second.

“I know I haven’t been giving it my all. I’ve been really busy this semester.” Tim replied. The look Ms. Bradley gave him was starting to get him aroused. “I have a job, and homework, and friends.”

“I understand Tim.” She stood up and walked to the door. “Are you busy right now?”

Tim stared at her ass as she walked to the door. She wore a loose fitting dark grey skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee. The outline of her ass was still visible in the back and it looked fantastic. A pair of black thigh high nylons covered her succulent legs which stood atop of a pair of sexy high heels that made a clacking sound as she stepped. Her upper body was dressed in a white long sleeve blouse. The sleeves were rolled up past her elbows and scrunched up around her biceps. The top two buttons were undone exposing a little cleavage, but not enough to be unprofessional. A low cut button down vest that matched her skirt completed the outfit. She managed to pull off a look that was both sexy and professional at the same time.

“No. I don’t have anymore classes today, and I’m not working again till tomorrow.” He managed to say, still looking at her ass and wondering what type of underwear she had on underneath that skirt.

“I want to give you an opportunity to earn some extra credit.” She said as she shut the classroom door and locked it. She turned around and leaned against the door. She moved her left hand altyazılı porno over her stomach as she bent her right leg and placed her heel against the door exposing a good portion of her leg. “Would you like to get a better grade?” She took her other hand and played with her shirt collar.

Oh fuck! Was all Tim could think as his dick began to harden as he looked over Ms. Bradley. “Y-Y-Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t hurt me to do that.”

“Good!” Ms. Bradley exclaimed. She put her foot down and walked to the front of her desk where Tim was, swaying her hips along the way.

She sat on her desk next to where Tim was standing and crossed her legs and looked up at him seductively. She didn’t bother to fix her skirt as it hiked up well past her knee exposing the end of her nylons. “I have a special assignment for you Tim.” Her hand reached up and she lightly stroked his left arm.

“What do I have to do?” He barely managed to say. He was so turned on now. This incredibly beautiful woman was sitting in front of him and touching his arm in a flirtatious manner.

“Well Tim, it’s a bit of a personal favor you can do for me. But no one can know about it.” Tim just shook his head. “Can you keep a secret Timothy?”

The way she said his name ‘Timothy’, that sent the blood flowing to all the right spots in Tim’s body. “I-I, can do that.” His mouth suddenly felt dry and his knees weak.

Ms. Bradley stood up and put her mouth near his ear and whispered. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock inside me.” She moved in front of him and started to unbutton his jeans.

“Oh fuck!” Tim exclaimed in excitement. “You mean right here?” He asked looking around. “What if we get caught?”

“Let me worry about that stud.” She said as she quickly pulled down his zipper.

Tim lifted his head back and put his hands on Ms. Bradley’s sidess. She felt nice and smelled incredible. His cock was rock hard and was now being stroked by Ms. Bradley’s hand. Her hands were very warm and soft. Her touch sent shivers up Tim’s spine.

“You like my hands around your big cock Timothy?” She said in an innocent voice.

“Yes Ms. Bradley.” Tim groaned.

Ms. Bradley grabbed the collar of Tim’s shirt with her free hand and forcibly pulled him closer to kiss him. Her pussy became increasingly wet as her tongue darted into his mouth. When his tongue followed into her waiting mouth she playfully sucked on it; letting him know just how good she could be with her mouth. Her hand pumped his shaft harder and they both moaned; their tongues still locked in a passionate embrace.

“Get this fucking shirt off of me Timothy!” Ms. Bradley commanded as she gave his cock a squeeze.

Tim broke the kiss and slowly explored her body with his hands. He slid his hands up her sides cupping her breasts. He moved in close again and kissed her passionately on the lips as he unbuttoned her outer layer of clothing at a deliberately slow pace. Again Ms. Bradley sucked on his tongue as if it were his dick. She did this until her vest was finally unbuttoned.

She pushed him backwards hard, Tim stumbled a few steps before regaining his balance. He looked back at Ms. Bradley with a confused look on her face. Did she finally come to her senses? Was this dream come true going to end before it ever got started? Not a chance!

Ms. Bradley grabbed an opening at the center of her white button down blouse and ripped it open as if her life depended on it. Several buttons flew in different directions as she let out a sexy moan. Spreading the shirt wide open she exposed a very sexy silk black bra that barely contained her luscious breasts. Her hands quickly moved back on to her tits. She massaged them hard. Her tits looked incredible; Tim’s mouth began to water, all he could think about was putting Ms. Bradley’s nipples in his mouth.

Tim reached down grabbed zenci porno his shirt and lifted it over his head and threw it down next to where he stood. He wasn’t very bulky, but he did work out often and his body was well defined. His abs and chest were flat and muscular. He quickly took off his shoes and tossed them next to his shirt. With his jeans unfastened the rest of his clothes easily fell to the floor.

Ms. Bradley ran up to him and quickly dropped down to her knees and pulled Tim’s boxer’s down. She immediately grabbed the base of his cock and guided the head into the back of her mouth.

“Uuuuugggghhhh!” Tim gasped. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

She took her right hand and pumped his rod as her head bobbed up and down at a moderate pace. She moved her tongue in a circular motion as Tim’s cock head slid in and out of her mouth. The sensation it gave Tim was incredible.

“Yeah, suck it baby.” Tim commanded. The pure animal instincts of fucking were now kicking in and throwing all inhibitions out the window.

Ms. Bradley continued to suck on Tim’s dick slowly and methodically, slowly shoving more and more of his cock down her throat. After a few minutes she was able to deepthroat his thick shaft. She removed her mouth from his hard cock and tilted it upward so she could easily suck on his balls. She gently caressed his testicles and licked his sack hard and slowly.

“Your balls taste so fucking good.” Ms. Bradley said. Tim acknowledged the comment with a moan. “Your cock is so nice and hard Timothy. I want you to fuck my titties. Now!” Ms. Bradley unlatched her sexy bra from the front. Her beautiful breasts burst out and jiggled a little before settling still. Tim reached down grabbed his dick and slapped it a few times on Ms. Bradley’s big soft breasts.

“Fuck them Tim.” She commanded as her big brown eyes looked up at him with a lust filled gaze.

Tim needed no more urging. His shaft was covered with Ms. Bradley’s saliva and it worked fine as a lubricant against her chest. Ms. Bradley pulled her tits apart so Tim could get into position. His dick was now pumping in and out between her plump boobs. Her hard nipples poked into his legs every time he thrust forward. Tim grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together putting more pressure on his cock as he humped away at her chest.

Ms. Bradley wrapped her arms around Tim’s legs; her hands massaged his ass as she kept moaning. “Yeah, fuck my titties! Yes! Yes! I’m your fucking whore!”

Tim got even more excited by Ms. Bradley’s dirty talk. He grunted loudly and mauled her tits with his cock. “You fucking like that?!” Tim exclaimed as he was becoming more and more oblivious to anything but the pleasure he felt.

“Yeah baby.” Ms. Bradley said. “I love a good titty fucking…ugh…but I like a good pussy fucking even more.” She winked at him and stood. She swung her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

“Fuck me over here.” Ms. Bradley said as she broke their kiss and hurried to her desk. With one swift motion of her arm she cleared the contents of her desk and sent them scattering to the floor. She then leaned over and faced the chalkboard putting her elbows on the desk. She looked back at Tim and said. “Do me from behind. Fuck your teacher like the slut she is!”

Tim positioned himself behind her. He lifted her skirt over her nice round ass and grabbed Ms. Bradley’s sexy black thong and pulled it hard down past her long nylon covered thighs and finally off of one leg. Tim wrapped his hand around his cock and pounded it against her ass cheeks a few times before sliding it along her pussy lips teasingly. Her juices coated the top of his cock.

“I’m so fucking wet right now.” Ms. Bradley moaned.

Tim grabbed his rock hard cock and guided the head towards Ms. Bradley’s eagerly waiting pussy mouth. aldatma porno Ms. Bradley arched her back slightly so Tim could easily enter her. The head of his cock slowly entered her tight wet opening. Tim and Ms. Bradley gasped at the same time. Her pussy was warm and very wet, but it was tight too. In a word it was perfect.

“Damn, I didn’t think you’d be so tight.” Tim said in surprise as he continued to inch his way further into Ms. Bradley.

“Mmm, yeah put it in me slow. I’ll let you know when you can give me a good fucking.”

After a few slow strokes Tim was now able to pump his shaft in and out of Ms. Bradley’s pussy with no problem. Her moist fuck hole had quickly adapted to his cock. More and more juices leaked from her cunt as Tim pounded away.

“Yeah, oh god your cock feels so good inside me.” Ms. Bradley said. “Ugh… I like it rough. Fuck me!”

Tim grabbed a hold of Ms. Bradley’s waist and started to increase the tempo and force of his thrusts.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh.” Ms. Bradley moaned and squirmed as Tim’s stiff cock drove in and out of her pussy. His balls slapped against her clit with each forward thrust. “Oh yeah! Ugh, I’m you’re fucking whore. Pound my pussy!”

“Ugh!” Tim moaned. He tightened his grip on Ms. Bradley’s sides and thrust his cock into her as hard as he could. Her cunt was so wet now he could easily sheath his pole into her. “Yeah, you like getting drilled by my fucking cock!” Tim exclaimed as he smacked Ms. Bradley on the ass.

“Yes! God damn it! Harder! Earn that fucking A!” Ms. Bradley commanded. She reached back and grabbed Tim’s ass and pulled him into her as hard as she could. “Yes! So fucking good! Ugh, ugh, ugh” She repeated as Tim continued to ram her fuck hole. “Call me a whore! Talk fucking dirty to me!”

“Ugh, yeah!” Tim said. “You’re my fucking whore!” Tim slapped her ass hard. Ms. Bradley responded with a moan. “I’m gonna pound your pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” Tim smacked her ass again.

“Pound my pussy Tim.” Ms. Bradley said breathing heavily. “Make me cum all over your fucking dick.” Tim drilled his cock in and out of Ms. Bradley’s cunt. Her breasts bounced back and forth from Tim’s humping. They were both now drenched in sweat. “Yeah, pull my hair.”

Tim reached forward and grabbed a handful of Ms. Bradley’s hair and pulled it back just enough to raise her head back.

“Yes! Fuck! Ugh, pull it. I fucking love the pain.” Tim pulled her hair a little harder. “Yes, oh fuck. I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!”

Ms. Bradley’s body buckled. Every muscle in her body tensed as her vaginal walls squeezed Tim’s swollen rod. Her juices flooded her pussy and Ms. Bradley let out a low moan. Tim let go of her hair and she collapsed on the desk. Her body shuddered uncontrollably. This was the most intense orgasm she had every experienced. Tim feeling the flow of her juices and the tightening of her pussy was close to orgasm as well.

“Your pussy feels so fucking tight.” Tim said. “I’m cumming!” Tim plunged his tool deep into Ms. Bradley’s cunt and shot out string after string of semen. “Fuuuuuck!” He moaned. The sensation around his cock was earth shattering. Tim had no idea he could shoot out such a huge load.

When he finished he fell on top of Ms. Bradley. They both laid there for a few minutes and cuddled as they came down from the experience they just shared. Tim stood up first and gathered his clothes. Ms. Bradley did the same. They dressed and made themselves presentable in silence.

“That was incredible.” Tim was the first to break the quiet.

“No one can ever, and I mean ever, know about this.” Ms. Bradley replied. She walked around her desk and picked up a post it note and a pen that had been on the floor. She scribbled a note on one of the little square sheets. Finally she walked over to Tim and handed him the note.

“This is my phone number. We’re fucking at my place next time.” She said.

“Does this mean I improved my grade?” Tim asked.

“Yeah.” She said with a smile. “I hope you can…” She quickly looked down at his crotch. “…keep them up.”

The End.

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Chapter 7

Despite her adamant belief that we could not be together, that we could not be involved or in a relationship of any sort; I had promised myself to Skye and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I knew, even being so young, even if we had only had a couple experiences, even though we had not known each other for long, she was it for me. She was my woman, my goddess, the one. I knew she would hold my heart and I would never take it back from her. Perhaps it was my own fervor that pushed her, that persuaded her to follow her heart as well, despite her better judgment and wiser means. Regardless, I felt secure in knowing that, despite all her arguing otherwise, despite the rules, despite the conflict between her emotions and her logic, she was still looking at me as though I was the only other person to walk the earth. She was still holding me in her arms, kissing me with her gentle kisses and staring into me with her deep eyes. We burned for each other and, if she hadn’t insisted otherwise, I would have taken her again. We were being waited on, and we needed to return to continue, I padded next to her in the sand back towards the caravan.

The giant hole she had blown into my chest earlier, with her arguments, was closing, but it did not close all the way. While I gained some security, some reassurance from her current state, I knew the truth. I knew what was waiting for both of us, and I harbored some resentment that others would be involved. I knew I had to find a way to let it go and I knew Skye would be doing the same for my sake.

We closed in on the caravan and made our way back to the tent. I entered to find all of the women standing in a circle, fully robed with their veils. Skye directed me to the center of the circle and walked gently past me to the head of the circle, where she turned to face me. Another of the women stood next to her, holding a ceramic cup that was steaming. Skye removed her veil once again, staring into my soul.

“Welcome, initiate,” her voice was smooth amongst the cacophony of echoes from the other women. “We, the women of the Cerulean Order, invite you to join us. In order to do so you must take three vows. Do you accept?”

“Yes,”

“Repeat after me,” she paused, “I swear loyalty to my sisters,”

I repeated,

“I swear respect for my equals,”

This as well,

“I swear to complete the job no matter what the cost,”

Finally I repeated this.

“In order to become one of us, you must complete this ritual. You will drink this nectar,” she turned, taking the cup from the other woman and holding it in front of her, “This nectar given to us by nature and made into the sweetest tea. Your senses will overwhelm you and you will be born again, we will make you a clean slate to be written once again.”

This concept scared me, what was this? What was going to happen? What kind of overwhelming senses could I possibly experience? But I reminded myself, I had been told to go to the new experiences, to learn from them, and this was Skye, I trusted her. What else would I do? I had to join them or I wouldn’t be able to stay.

“Do you accept?”

“Yes,”

“Then drink,” she handed me the cup with two hands, I took it from her gingerly and blew on it momentarily before I began to drink it. It was sweet, I could taste the honey and the tang of ginger, it tasted like an herbal tea, I wondered what ‘nectar’ was in it, or if there was at all. I finished the cup and handed it back to Skye, she handed it to the woman next to her. By this time I was feeling dizzy, slightly lightheaded. The room was shifting around me, even though I was stationary, I began to feel as though I had been upside down too long, my head felt swollen and full of pressure. Sky reached out and grabbed me, I realized I was swaying on my feet.

“Now,” she said, “we will remove your clothes and begin,”

I was still punch drunk, I looked around me as the other women began pulling at my clothes, removing them from me. For some reason, my inhibitions were gone, I wondered if perhaps they had slipped me some of the bitter alcohol that my father drank. I had only once slipped in and drank some of it, it had left me in much a similar state of mind. The women were all around me, I could barely make out their words now, it was as though the entire world had gone blurry around me. Skye still stood before me, holding me up, now her hands were beneath my armpits, keeping me standing. I felt myself becoming heavy, as though I was made of metal. My legs gave way and my vision became dark. I prayed that this was normal, that I was not about to die, that Skye had not accidentally given me too much. I hd porno felt myself slump to the ground, but the women were still holding on to me, they gently let me fall, I felt myself slipping away into sleep.

I awoke on my knees, it was pitch dark and I noticed that I could not hear. It was as though I was underwater and listening to conversations occurring above the water, everything was blurred. I felt hands, what I thought were hands at least, what felt like hands. Many of them, all over. Someone caressed my face, my neck, another gently rubbed my chest, another my back, a couple even ran down my legs, all the way to my ankles. Despite the horrible position, being blinded and being deaf, it became enjoyable. Lips fell on mine and began to kiss me, although I had no idea who it was, I prayed it was Skye and did my best to imagine it was her before me. My body had begun to tremble, the sensations were so intense, the hands were becoming bolder, touching more and more, making me shiver as they reached places before only accessible to Skye. The strong sensations supported the sense of reckless abandon that was flooding over me, I was giving myself to these hands, these people, whoever they were, moving against them, pleading for more, even though my own voice was unintelligible to my ears. As the sensations peaked, I noticed them becoming more faint, their effectiveness began to decrease, I felt my body beginning to go numb and my hearing was getting stronger, the voices were slowly becoming clear. I heard them around me, talking, to my dismay, I couldn’t identify Skye.

“I can hear,” I said gingerly, almost afraid to hurt my now almost overly tender ears.

The talking stopped suddenly, I heard footsteps moving around me on the soft bedding. I felt hot breath on my ears, both of them. Then a voice like dark silk, as smooth as Skye’s but deeper, darker in tone, spoke to me, “This is your sense of hearing,” the voice gently caressed my left ear, “You will be reborn with a new sense of hearing,” the voice had moved to my right ear and was gently breathing against me. “You will love what we have in store for you, the things we will do.” the sound was intoxicating as it was almost whispered into my right ear. Someone was nibbling my left ear, using their lips and teeth to bring me to heights I didn’t think imaginable from a voice and a gentle nibble. It switched, the right ear was being nibbled and the left was being cooed into by the dark velvet voice, how could this be so good? But the voice began to fade, along with the intense sensation of the nibbling and I became aware of the earthen smell around me.

I began to sniff, I heard something said, although it was very muffled, and I was lifted to my feet. I stood, naked and cold, faintly feeling the bedding beneath my feet. I could make out the aftertaste of the drink I had previously had in my mouth. I felt warmth against the front of my body and a strong smell as I leaned forward to investigate I felt the hot breath of the other woman on me, on my neck and chin, I felt her cheek slip against mine. Her perfume was on her neck and I was drawn to it, she wrapped her arms around me and I did the same to her, primarily for support to remain standing, but also because she smelled so beautiful. My nose ran along her neck, back up to her ear and I felt her shiver and could make out a sigh as I felt her chest fall against my own.

My lips and nose skimmed down the other side of her neck and feeling her respond beneath my touch brought me a strong sense of satisfaction, her smell was intoxicating. She smelled of rosemary and plant oils, I could smell herbs and other plants, she smelled green like the great forests we had wandered into when I was younger. I felt her hand on my face, guiding me away from the nape of her neck and up to her, I felt her lips on mine. I hesitantly kissed her back until I began to taste the mint in her mouth. She must have put a couple mint leaves into her mouth before she did this, her taste was so strong. I felt her mouth open against mine and what I figured were the leaves landed against my tongue. I breathed hard, the mint burned, it was so strong, but it soon faded as well. The woman released me and moved away, I stood easily now.

My vision began to get lighter and I began to make out colors before me. I blinked and squinted, trying to see anything in front of me, but I could make out nothing. I closed my eyes, waiting, giving it time to come back to me. I opened them slowly, letting my eyes focus as everything came to me, still very dim. Skye was before me, just as bare as I was, she looked into my eyes and smiled gently, I could see she was much more happy that she would, or could, let on. Her shape and the shape of everything around her became sharper. I smiled at her and stepped towards her, reaching out and pulling her to me. I ran one hand over her face, watching the black lines around the outside of her eyes sharpening as the contrast between the highs and lows in her eyes was amplified.

The sex izle whole world was turning into bright colors, the likes of which I had never experienced, but I was completely unimpressed. The voices were still speaking around me in their gibberish, but I only had eyes for the beautiful woman in my arms. I didn’t care what they thought, or what the rules were, I had her here, with me now. The world was becoming too bright, and Skye was far too light as it was. I mouthed what I really wanted to say, as I knew it would be gibberish if I spoke it, I hoped she understood. I leaned in to kiss her as the bright light drowned all the colors left from my vision until everything turned back to blackness.

As I came back to reality, I felt myself lying down and realized I was slowly waking up. The earthy smell around me was familiar and I could feel the warm sunlight landing on my face. I took a deep breath and it felt as though I was breathing for the first time, the air was cool. I laid there for a moment, taking in everything all over again, as if it was all new.

“You’re awake,”

I turned my head to see who it was, Embry stood before me, robed in blue, but without her veil.

“Yes,” I responded hoarsely

She laughed,

“You had quite a bit of fun last night,” she crossed her arms, “Then again, so did we. It’s been a while since anyone joined us and I rather enjoy these ceremonies.” She was stepping towards me, I thought for a moment she would step close to me and kick me to get out of bed, but she did no such thing and only chuckled as I grimaced. “Relax,” she said simply, “I’m not going to attack you.” she knelt beside me and felt my head, as though I had a fever, I could only sit and stare at her, her hands were rough, undoubtedly from work, but gentle in their touch. “The tea can have adverse effects if it stays in your system too long. It can make you very ill, but you seem to be doing just fine.” her hand left my forehead and ran over my face gingerly. “Your voice is a little rough still, but that’s normal. How do you feel?” For the first time since I met her, I saw genuine concern on her face.

“I think I’m alright,” I sat up slowly, feeling the cool air on my exposed skin, I was still undressed. I half expecting the room to begin spinning, as it had the last time I had felt so out of it from drink. I blinked a few times and she looked me over.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded, she examined my mouth and tongue, she pinched the skin on the back my hands and watched as it settled, she tugged on my face and looked at the whites of my eyes, finally, she felt my neck with her hands. I closed my eyes and relaxed as she did, it felt so nice, almost like a massage. My sense of touch seemed much stronger than it had been, which scared me somewhat after all the time Skye had spent telling me that I was sensitive.

I opened my eyes and Embry was very close to me, she stared into my eyes for a moment before her glance fell to my lips. Her mouth curled into a smile, “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” I felt myself leaning in towards her and I was somewhat shocked when I realized what I was thinking. I was feeling something. My body was responding, telling me what to do, not my mind. I was not being controlled by the heart that loved Skye, I was being controlled by the want in the pit of my stomach, and the warmth between my legs. What had these people done to me? What the hell was in that drink? Her fingertips grazed my lips and it took my breath away.

“Fascinating,” she muttered, “Even despite your feelings for Skye, you sit here before me, begging for me.” Her words were sharp but I was distracted, the want inside me was beckoning. I was panting now, it was so intense. “Well,” she said simply, inching in ’till was so close I could almost feel her lips speaking against mine “I suppose I owe you for last night.” I heard her chuckle and felt her lips against mine. I reached out and grabbed hold of her, pulling her to me, she stumbled from her kneeling position into my lap. It was like electricity all over, I had felt it at moments with Skye but this was different, much more intense than it had ever been. These were not the soft, gentle kisses, these were fervent, wanting. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and tasted something familiar: mint. It was Embry who had held me as my sense of smell took over last night. I felt one of the leaves slip into my mouth from her tongue. I stopped and stared at her,

“It was you,” I said, shocked.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she grinned at me, leaning back in, letting her body press against mine as her lips and tongue ran up my neck, I felt myself shiver and my breathing sped up. “We all have skills.” she whispered against my cheek. My face fell to her neck, remembering how she had responded last night to even just a gentle touch. She still smelled strongly of plant oils, of rosemary, she was earthy and my senses wanted to take her all in. There was fire in my chest, burning, raging inside me, wanting altyazılı porn to take this woman, to make her mine, but I heard Skye’s voice in my mind, reminding me.

“Sometimes it’s better to kill someone with kindness”

I took a deep breath and began very gently, my lips gentle on her neck, moving up towards her ear, she sighed and I felt her tug on my hair with one hand. My hands rubbed her back tenderly, I nibbled her ear gently with my teeth, she was breathing hard now, tugging at me, I could feel that she didn’t want me to stop. I made a point to drag on, painfully slowly, as my lips and tongue moved over her ear and back down her neck where I had started. I could feel her chest pounding against mine, she was trembling much the way I had when Skye had done this to me. I knew it was working. I felt her nails dig into my skin when I would nibble harder or my lips would close around somewhere particularly sensitive. I bit down gently at the nape of her neck and she gasped, I felt her hand slide up my neck into my hair, her nails tracing along my scalp, pulling me against her. Her breathing was ragged and she breathed hard into my ear trying to speak,

“Do you want me?”

She wouldn’t release me, I was still buried in her neck, breathing hard as well.

“Say it,” she whispered in my ear. “Do you want me?”

I took a moment to breathe and let her do the same, when I pulled away from her this time to look her in the eye, she released me. She was very flushed and still breathing hard, but there was something about her, something in that moment that made her beautiful in my eyes. She wasn’t bad looking, but we had been more rivals than anything, she was like an older sister, nagging me about this and that. But she wasn’t anymore, this woman I held in my arms had wants, needs, desires. She wasn’t the person I knew from a social standing, she wasn’t another woman from the Cerulean Order, she was just another woman like me. I couldn’t attach meaning to her, or status, or anything else. The only thought coursing through my mind was how much I wanted her and how much I wanted to please her. I reached past her face and tugged at the ribbon holding her brown hair back, it came loose and I discarded it to one side, her hair cascaded down her shoulders. I smiled,

“You need to wear your hair down more often,” I looked to her long straight hair then back to her face, she looked a little discouraged that I hadn’t answered her question, “You’re beautiful, Embry.” She closed her eyes and shook her head, her gaze fell to one side, she was about to turn and stand up when I caught her arm and pulled her back, she turned back to me with tears in her eyes. I was taken aback that she could be so hurt by me, I had meant no harm. I reached up and took her face in my hand. “Embry,” I said softly, “I do want you.” She stared at me in disbelief for a moment, but I pulled her in and kissed her deeply.

There was no more soft and gentle, I had a mission now, the mission was to prove to her how much I wanted her, to take her. I was fervent and rough now, I reached behind her and quickly undid the clasps on her boustier, pulling it from her and feeling her skin on mine. I undid and tugged on her belt, feeling the silk unwrap of its own accord from her waist. My hands moved over her, egged on by her responses, her moans, her heavy breathing. I slowed, however, I knew I needed to start gentle for the next part, mostly because of my inexperience. I gently moved up the inside of one leg with my hand, feeling moisture against my fingertips. I began to rub gently, she let out a small moan, and I began kissing her neck once again. She sighed and trembled slightly as I slowly sped up, my other hand was intent on her chest, matching the pace.

“I don’t think you understand how much I want you,” I whispered into her ear, I was becoming more bold, my touches were becoming more harsh, faster. She moaned. “I’m going to do everything in my power to prove it to you” I could feel everything beneath my fingertips, she was shifting against me now, trying to get more from me. Her hands clasped my shoulders tightly so she could shift completely, she leant up onto her knees to get more motion. She was panting furiously, trembling, sweating, I sped up more and she let out a long cry burying her face into my neck but still moving rapidly against me, I felt her shaking. She finally stopped, so I did the same. She was panting against me, breathing hot breaths on my neck, I could feel the heat from her face on my shoulder.

I slipped my hand out from between us and ran it over my tongue, I was curious to know what it tasted like, I still hadn’t tasted it. Embry was exhausted, her eyes were closed and she was still panting, I ran my hands over her gently. My back was beginning to hurt supporting all her weight, I slowly laid back against the bedding, she was stretched out over me. I was still touching her gently, tracing her curves. Her hair was a dark brown, it had more texture than Skye’s but it was straight, not curly or wavy, it fell completely flat over her. Embry’s skin wasn’t so pale she could be a ghost, she was simply light. I laid there for a few moments, admiring her, she was pretty. She chuckled into my ear gently.

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Anvil Stone had told everything to her cousin Janilyn Lewis what had happened to her in the prairie. Janilyn couldn’t believe her story.

“Anvil, what happened to you is incredible,” Janilyn said. “This is a small town and a lot of people knew each other here. There had never been anyone spotted here wearing a Lone Ranger costume. We’ve asked around,” she said cross-legged at the center of her bed clad in her cami top and Victoria Secret underwear.

“I’m telling you I’m not dreaming. To me he’s not only the Lone Ranger but the Looong Ranger as well, ‘cause he’s big, tall, and lasts longer,” Anvil sighed brushing her long dark blonde hair.

“Well, why don’t we go back there and see if this Long Ranger of yours comes up again?” Janilyn’s cool blue eyes deepening.

“Oh, how he comes. Yes, that would be a wonderful idea. You and me so you could see for yourself in case he pops up again. You know he said that he’ll be seeing me again,” Anvil sighed again.

“What if he doesn’t show up preferring to see you alone?”

“That remains to be seen. For how else can I prove to you that what I experienced was real?”

“Well, nothing harm in doing it. Besides, your story has made me horny as a goat. I want to experience it myself too. Mind if I get a piece of action from this Long Ranger of yours?” Janilyn giggled as she plopped herself flat on the bed, showing all the better the convex structure of her female center through her bikini panties.

“Why not? It’s only sex. It’s not the be-all, and end-all of every relationship.” Anvil replied.

“Gee, I’m starting to feel like a bitch in heat,” Janilyn said, touching lightly the center of her flesh-colored bikini panties with the back of the hairbrush.

The following day, the two set off to that place where Anvil met the Long Ranger a week ago. They sat under a leafy tree and waited. An hour had passed and they’d seen nothing except a couple of rabbits who made out a few yards away.

Another hour had almost passed when they spotted a lone horseman riding in a slow pace on the trail.

“Hey, look someone’s coming!” Janilyn said excitedly. “Is that him?”

“Hardly like,” Anvil said but gawked the same way Janilyn did and anticipated.

The horseman was leading toward their direction wearing a brown beaver hide hat, a woolen poncho, gunbelt rig and lots of stuff bundled on his horse.

“Who is this man? He looks like he comes straight off from a western movie.” Janilyn was quizzical.

As the horseman approached the girls, he lit up a cheroot that dangled between his lips.

“Hi Mister!” the girls almost chorused. He squinted at them and acknowledged the greeting by tipping his hat.

“You looked like a vintage cowboy. What sort of man dresses in that kind of outfit?’ asked Anvil.

“Lookin’ for some bad guys,” he said dryly.

“Not gals huh?” Janilyn said in an impish tone.

The man tossed back his poncho upon his shoulder and withdrew from his vest pocket a sheet of folded paper and handed it to them.

Anvil took the paper and unfolded it.

“Anyone of you have seen or recognized any of ‘em?” The man asked.

Janilyn gaped on top of Anvil’s shoulder.

Max ‘Gato’ Borato Wanted Dead Or Alive, $1,000. Anvil read on the paper. “Such a mean looking guy. Nope never saw him before. How about you Janilyn?”

She looked at the main photograph along with the small ones below with corresponding prices on their heads.

“Oh God I can’t believe this. It seems we’re in a western movie having a dialogue with a bounty hunter,” she said facing Anvil and then turned to the man. “Sorry mister, nothing like these kind of brutes live in this part of town. What makes you think they’re around here?”

“Thanks,” he said and spat out to his side.

“Ah, Mister what are you planning to do with these guys?” Anvil asked.

“Shoot ‘em before they shoot me.”

“Why don’t you let the police do it?”

“A posse? I can do it alone?”

“What about pussy, do you need one er two?” Janilyn teased. Anvil slapped her arm. How could you be such a dirty talker!

“I said I can do it alone.”

“You can’t live alone an’ if you die, who’s gonna bury you? You want us to come along and help you locate this guy?” Janilyn pursued her questioning.

“I said I can work it out alone, thanks anyway.” He said dryly.

“Suit yourself squinty drifter and take care,” Janilyn said in resignation.

Without a word he rode off till he disappeared in the distance.

“That’s not the man, for sure. He’s not even masked.” Anvil said.

But gee! He looked like Clint Eastwood, ain’t he?” Janilyn blurted.

“Yeah you’re right, like in those spaghetti westerns I saw on cable TV. Another incredible thing is in the works here. What do you think if we follow and see what will happen where he’s going?” Anvil said.

“Come on let’s ride before we lose him,” Janilyn prodded. “Besides, who knows maybe he’s pally with that Long Ranger of yours, then the both of us can play musical pricks,” she laughed at her wit.

The man disappeared out of sight but the girls searched him out. Soon they were on top türkçe altyazılı porno of a stony hill and they spotted him down camping next to Canoe Creek. They dismounted their horses and hid behind one of the big stones jutting on the hill so he won’t see them.

“He’s naked. Looks like he’s just taken a swim. He’s pummeling himself dry with a towel or whatnot.” Anvil said as she examined him in the binoculars.

“Can you see his dick?”

“Yeah, sort of,”

“Oowee, give me it to me.” Janilyn said grabbing the binoculars.

“Hmmm, well-hung kiddo,” Janilyn muttered.

They sat on the grass, their backs against the stone suppressing girlish giggles.

“What do we do now?” Anvil stared the sky, as if looking for answers there.

“He’s certainly a gorgeous guy but a mysterious one. What do you have in mind Anvil? Do we approach him and flirt our way till he gets his pecker hard?”

“He’s not like the long ranger who’s so aggressive. Nothing can stop that Long Ranger. He’s a high testosterone man. This one’s passive. Let’s look at him again. Maybe he’s gonna jerk off.”

Janilyn let out a crispy cackle.

“Shhh!”

The two girls twisted their bodies up, craned their necks above the stone and peered down.

“He’s gone! Where the hell is he?” Anvil murmured.

“But his horse is there and I think he’s cooking something. He’s set off making coals out of chopped oak wood. Me thinks he’s out hunting for a deer or a rabbit.”

“A rabbit?” Janilyn gasped.

“Why? Have you not eaten a rabbit?”

“No. Thank you. Have you?”

“Once when I was in Brussels.”

“Ewee, what? Like a Rabbit Stroganoff?”

“A rabbit stew with Stella Artois beer in it,” Anvil replied.

Suddenly the two girls felt something hard poked their butts. They turned their faces slowly around and it’s the squinty guy with his long pistols sticking up to their butts.

“What are you up to ladies?”

“Ah, ah could you put down your guns and…and we…we’ll explain?” Janilyn said and held up her hands. Anvil did the same.

Slowly the gunslinger stood up from his genuflecting position and replaced the guns in his holsters. He knew women retaliate with their tongues and not with weapons.

“Thanks. Your guns are sure mighty big,” Janilyn said still smiling.

“So why are you up here?” He said as he sat on the ground, one knee drawn up.

“Nothing. We just wanna take a look at you. You look like a movie star. Maybe we can get an autograph from you,” Janilyn said sweetly.

“We’re curious. Are you really bent on getting that wanted man for money? Say, why don’t you just let go off the man, huh? There’s been too much violence in this world. If you need money, we’ll raise it for you. It’s only money ya know? Leave it to the law enforcers. It’s their job to nab criminals so they could be tried in court,” Anvil said

“Yeah, we could raise a thousand bucks for you, that’s easy!” Janilyn butted in.

“You’ve been watching me naked don’t you?” he said ignoring the subject of money as if this is not his aim. Both girls threw a mischievous look at each other.

“Aha, that’s not our fault. When we came here you don’t have your clothes on,” Janilyn said.

“You’re spying on me. Take off all your clothes. You might be hiding something.”

“Hiding what? You won’t see anything from us except our ‘you know what’!” Janilyn intoned.

“What are you gonna do with us?” Anvil asked.

“Hang you high and whip you up.” His teeth gritted.

“Hey, no joke. If that’s so, you’re cruel to humanity. You’re such a bad guy, hanging us girls who happened to view your soft as a noodle dick. Come on what heinous crime have we done to you?” Anvil sneered.

“Remove your jackets, you first?” he said pointing to Janilyn.

“Ok, just don’t hang me. Right, Mr. er Gunslinger?” she said easily.

Janilyn removed her nice cropped jacket with notched lapel and woven with outdoor horses prints on front and back.

“Jacket only?”

“And the rest.”

“Ok, that’s easy.”

He took a more relaxed pose and unbuckled his gun rig out of his hips and lay it on his side.

Janilyn unbuttoned her shirt top and a tomato red brassiere popped into view dilating squinty drifter’s eyes a bit. Janilyn’s body was full of sensuality, big-breasted and curves in the right places.

“You!’ he pointed to Anvil. “Get them all off too.”

“Why should I? I’ve done nothing wrong against you.” Anvil was indignant.

He took a cigar and struck a matchstick on the sole of his boots as he watched Janilyn peeled off her tight jeans. Soon a stringed thong was exposed. She wore back her boots and hitched up her thong, which outlined her female asset.

Anvil stood pat on the ground without moving, hands folded across.

The squinty drifter shifted his gaze to Janilyn who looked incredibly sexy. She’s 5’5” short of 2 inches to Anvil’s height but a body that can raise even Lazarus. She looked at Anvil and winked at her as she undid her bra, her surprisingly firm and large breasts tumbling free to the afternoon light.

A xnxx satisfactory smile played across the man’s lips.

“Come on over here,” The squinty man called, tapping a space beside him.

“You won’t spank me, would you?” she said edging her way next to him. Then she straddled down his hips; a hint of trimmed black hair was faintly visible through her thong front.

“Can I borrow your hat?” she asked her hand quick to get it from his head and put it on her brunette crowned hair.

“How’s this Mr. High Plains Drifter?”

He grabbed her small waist and examined her boobs, her erect large nipples staring at him. Janilyn cupped his cheeks, turned his face to her and kissed his lips. It was a slow burning kiss, kinda exploratory and the man took her down crushing her bottom on his growing bulge.

Anvil turned around.

“I’m gonna leave you guys?”

“Hey, where you going?” Janilyn asked.

“Three’s a crowd, ain’t it kiddo?”

“No you’re not going anywhere. At this time of day a lot of sidewinders will be out down there and you’re gonna be lucky if you won’t step any of them,” the horseman said.

Anvil stopped on her tracks. Huh! Sidewinders! Snakes! But she adamantly ignored and moved on. The last time she saw one she nearly died.

“Suit yourself. They bite hard and can kill you in seconds flat,” he warned.

“Anvil, don’t leave please, just listen to the man,” Janilyn pleaded.

Anvil heard a rattling sound on the grass as she’d gone her way down. She stopped, backed off a bit and looked nervously at the ground she was trudging on. Suddenly she had palpitations. The sight of a snake with its fangs showing was enough to give her a hell of a scare. Now she had second thoughts. She’s really scared of snakes big or small. So she stalked back and along the way she could hear Janilyn’s giggles.

Janilyn was already undoing the buttons of his trouser.

“Seen one of those sidewinders?” the man said his face breaking into a lethal grin for the first time.

“Wow, this is a killer!” Janilyn said as she extricated the man’s cock from his trouser. She rubbed the length of it with her hand and it grew even larger.

Memories of her sexual encounter with the long ranger flooded into Anvil’s thoughts. She licked her lips. Her eyes radiated sensuality.

“Hey don’t just stand there, sit on my face and relax.”

“Anvil. Don’t be such a spoilsport. Join the fun.” Janilyn prodded.

“It’ll turn me on even more if you two could make it together first.”

“We’re cousins, you perv…”Anvil’s voice trailed off.

“Then it’s the kissin’ cousins’ game.” The man flashed again his killer smile.

“Hey take it easy on rubbing, wait till your cousin join us here, ugh!”

“Can’t help it. Such a big one you have here. Owee, I can play this all day long,” Janilyn said as she worked up a fistful stroke.

“C’mere sweet thing, who knows I’ll be dead tomorrow and I’ll never know who among you is the best lay. I never beg in my life, ooh, and now I’m begging you, please, take off the darn clothes before I pop in here.”

The sight of his cock, his handsome face, erased all of Anvil’s values. She fell in lust with him. At last, she began divesting all her clothes, from the black vest stitched with silver thread, cashmere turtle neck and to her faded low-riding jeans.

Anvil was divine in her matching light blue dotted bra and bikini panties. Her incredible long legs, perfect olive skin, perfect breasts and stunningly pretty face add big notches to the man’s excitement. Never had she seen a man’s face etched with wild excitement.

Janilyn was sliding his cock along her crotch.

Anvil walked up to him and stood between his head facing Janilyn. There’s no mistake that it was a view to a kill.

“I want you two to kiss each other,” he said. Slowly Anvil brought down her luscious hips sliding over the man’s mug then settling on his chest.

The two being lost into their lust began kissing each other, tenderly, tentatively until they were catching each other’s tongues in erotic fashion. Janilyn snaked her hands at her back and undid her bra. Anvil’s well-contoured breasts were capped with little nipples in contrast with Janilyn’s. The man’s hands reached first for Anvil’s breasts and molded them, the nipples hardening quickly, then his other hand transferred on Janilyn’s particularly on her large chewable nipples.

Janilyn stood up and eased down her thong and stepped out of it. Anvil reached for his suddenly unattended cock and covered the top part with her mouth. The man groaned and Anvil felt his hot breath seeped below her panties.

Janilyn joined Anvil on licking his cock. The man pushed aside Anvil’s crotch panties and wriggled his tongue inside her gateway to paradise. She uttered a soft moan as she licked the topside of his cock while Anvil took the underside. If only his dick was a harmonica, it could have sounded when their lips run along each side.

“I can’t stand no more, I want him inside me,” Janilyn said and straddled him over his hips. Anvil guided it inside Janilyn’s hot gatefold. Her breath whistled out of porno izle her lungs as his cock slid all the way in. With her hands over his thighs she began her slow up and down motion. The sight of the mingling organs, Janilyn’s starving gasps and the man’s skillful tongue drove Anvil crazy with pleasure.

Changing positions, Anvil and Janilyn turned away with their backs facing each other. The man spread Anvil’s pussy lips and sucked her big clit. Eyes half-closed, Anvil’s hips shimmied and moved into a fit of frenzy. Her primal screams rang out all over the place. Janilyn sped her motions gloving his cock to orgasmic bliss.

“Oh, Fuck! I’m coming,” Anvil exclaimed.

“I’m coming too, yeah I’m coming, oh Jeez, this is big…so big…so full…” Janilyn voice reached high pitch as the big bang hit her like lightning. Seconds later, the man’s hips tensed and Janilyn sensing he was about to come pulled out from him and sucked in time his spewing dick. Anvil joined the licking.

After a while the sexual tension receded.

“It was my first to get fucked on the open wide space under the spectacle of the great sky filled with beautiful colors,” Janilyn said as she snuggled beside him.

“It’s my first in a threesome. I never came so fast as this one. It’s exhilarating.” Anvil remarked as she also lay next to him on the other side.

“What can you say big boy?” Janilyn asked.

“You two took me to heaven and back and swallowed the evidence,” he said.

The girls laughed.

“Hey you haven’t entered me yet,” Anvil said grinning widely.

“I bet Mr. Rawhide here can recover fast for a second helping. I’m thirsty. Let me get my bottle first,” Janilyn stood and sought her horse.

When Janilyn was back she wiped his sticky dick with a wet piece of wipe away Kleenex. “There! It smells like a baby.”

“Hey, why don’t we go down and eat?” The man suggested.

“Yeah, I’m famished.” Anvil said.

So the girls picked up their clothes and shuffled their way down through a stony path.

“Hmmm, not bad.” Anvil said as she tasted the rabbit stew.”

“Glad you have potatoes, I can rustle up some French fries,” Janilyn volunteered as she’s not keen on eating the rabbit stew.

The early evening was cooling and the girls wore their jackets but kept their bare legs close to the open fire.

“Enlighten us Mr. High Plains Drifter. What exactly is your name and where did you come from?”

“Nebraska, but no more permanent address. Joe Speedo is my name.”

“No kidding? Have you been always a bounty hunter? How many people have you killed?” Anvil was curious.

“Not much.”

“So you’re a killer too, huh?”

“Much more of a lady killer,” Janilyn butted in.

“You have a family?” Anvil resumed his interview.

“Yeah, killed by men of this Max Gato Borato. That’s why I’m hunting him.”

“It appears you have been leading a violent life, Joe?”

“I wish it could stop and I wish I could soon snuff the lives of those causing these violence,” Joe said reflectively.

“This is outrageous. I’m kinda lost here. As far as I am concerned we only see these things happen in the movies,” Janilyn said.

“What movies?” He asked.

Anvil and Janilyn looked at each other, puzzled.

“Movies, ah moving pictures on the silver screen where you see people act out like in reality for purposes of entertainment,” Anvil said.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Hey what kind of entertainment have you seen?” Anvil asked.

“Some singing and dancing in a big saloon.”

“I couldn’t believe this is happening. I think I am under the impression here that we are in another time dimension whether us in your time or you in our time, Mr. Joe Speedo,” Janilyn said.

“Yeah, I’m thinking along that line too, the way you two are dressed up. I’ve never seen the likes of women like you. You smelled and talked differently.”

“I dabbed Poison in my hmmm…” Anvil trailed off.

“Mine is Opium,” Janilyn giggled.

For awhile silence fell on them as if they’re digesting their thoughts before letting them out of their lips

Joe Speedo’s cock was stirring up anew.

In a flash, the girls grabbed his cock. “Me first,” Anvil said as Janilyn’s fell on top of her grasp. “I won, my other hand still on top.” Anvil grinned, grasping the head.

“I don’t want to take this lying down,” Joe Speedo said and stood up, his dick straight like his six-shooter.

The trio pursued their prurient interests and had even more intense and fulfilling menange troi than the first outing.

Soon they settled back into conversation drinking hot ginger tea until the girls fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning when the girls woke up, Joe was not in sight. But they found a note from him.

Dearest, A & J,

Max ‘Gato’ Borato came the night you were all asleep. I set you both as baits. They were six of them led by Borato. When they were about to rape you, I surprised them. They saw me and they spread out quickly drawing up their guns and started shooting up at me. But I had a Gattling gun and wiped them all out. I’ve gone to bring their bodies to the town sheriff and claim my reward. I’m glad you slept like angels and didn’t wake up. Like you said, I’ll begin a new life and stop killing people. I wish I could come back and marry you both but I guess it’s not possible. Thanks for the memory. I had a great blast.

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“What? No ‘congratulations’?” she asked her sister as she flaunted the huge diamond ring on her hand.

“I’d feel a lot better if I knew you really loved him,” her older sister said respectfully in reply.

“I love him,” her younger sibling said in a way that sounded like she was trying to convince herself it was true.

“Can you tell me why?”

Her sister sat there staring at her as she tried to think of how to respond.

Monroe Hastings had turned 36 a month ago and three weeks later had gotten engaged to one of the most prominent trial lawyers in the Seattle area, and had the three-carat ‘Hearts on Fire’ diamond ring on her hand to prove it. Her fiancé, 44-year old Peter Bentley, had given her the rare diamond ring known for its perfect symmetry, perfect proportions, perfect polish, and perfect alignment as more as a statement of who he was than a symbol of his love. Monroe didn’t know diamonds, she only knew it was big. Very big. Her sister, Bacall, had a pretty good idea, and assumed it had to be well over $10,000. In reality, it was worth a lot more than that, but it was indeed very big.

Both she and her sister, along with their younger brother, Dean, were the children of parents more enamored with old music and movies than either work or money. All of them had been given the last name of an actor or actress from the past as in Lauren Bacall, Marilyn Monroe, and James Dean, respectively.

As such, the three siblings grew up poor, having very little in the way of nicer things. What they did have, however, were looks. All three of them, from 38-year old Bacall to 33-year old Dean, were very attractive people, and that had given them a leg up in a world that required them to scrap for everything they had.

Monroe knew her sister was onto something, but she had no interest in facing up to it let alone admitting Bacall was right. She ‘loved’ Peter enough to marry him, although she knew she was nowhere near to being truly in love with him. And so far at least, she’d done a very credible job convincing herself that didn’t matter.

After all, she’d married once for love, and those two years had been the happiest of her life only to have it all come to an abrupt end leaving her close to being financially destitute.

So as she thought about it, Monroe was willing to admit that perhaps her love for him wasn’t as…perfect..as her new diamond, but it was close enough to ‘good enough’ for her, and at this stage of her life, that seemed more than reasonable.

She’d ‘sown her wild oats’ until she was 27 when she met someone who turned her entire world upside down. David Hastings was unlike any man she’d ever met before or since. He was not only her equal in terms of physical attraction, he was her ‘superior’ in virtually everything else from education to athletic ability his ability to make money to, well, pretty much everything. He’d been enough to cause her to give up her endless search for happiness when she realized she’d found it, and more, in loving him.

She’d literally been swept off her feet in a matter of weeks and six months later said ‘I do’ then willingly settled into a life she’d always dreaded before meeting this amazing man. Monroe found herself loving staying home and waiting for her handsome husband to return to her and the dinner she’d prepared for him each night. Never in a million years could she have imagined loving being so thoroughly domesticated after being the antithesis of domestication for as long as she could remember.

Three weeks after celebrating their second anniversary, Monroe learned she was pregnant, and both she and her husband were thrilled beyond words to know they would be having a child. Money wasn’t exactly tight, but they also weren’t exactly rolling it. The again, money was the last thing on their minds as they started planning for the birth of the baby.

And then, two months later and without warning, he was gone; taken in an instant in a massive collision of cars on I-95 during one of the foggiest mornings anyone could ever remember. Four other people were killed that morning with another dozen being injured in varying degrees after a tractor-trailer plowed into the long line of parked cars invisible in the heavy fog until it was too late.

The fog began abruptly, and was immediately heavy and thick giving drivers little time to react. Although the semi had slowed considerably, it still hit the first car doing 60 miles per hour. David had been in the car just ahead of it. Like the three passengers in the car behind him, he died instantly as the sudden, unexpected force of the impact broke his neck.

By the end of that day, Monroe found herself single again, pregnant, alone, and barely able to get by, even with whatever help her parents could offer. She and David had had more than enough money to live on comfortably, but they had virtually nothing in savings, and neither of them had even considered a life insurance policy. And why would they? They were both in their 20s and were porno indir invulnerable and knew they’d live forever.

David had changed her to the point where she no longer had any interest in ever returning to her former life of endless one-night-stands and the inevitable loneliness and emptiness that came with it. And yet the loneliness she now felt in her life without him often seemed even worse as all she wanted was to feel that kind of warmth and security again. And yes, while she still occasionally dreamed of being loved like that as well, she’d pretty much given up ever finding it. With Peter, she was getting all of the security she needed, and at least some small portion of the love she craved. It might not be romantic love, but it was love or at least it seemed like it was.

Their son, David, Junior, was now eight years old, and Monroe had scraped by, somehow managing to keep a roof over their heads and food on their table. Most of the time, however, they barely scraped by.

Had it not been for an advertisement Peter’s law firm was running on TV every hour of the day for weeks, she’d never have met him let alone become engaged to the multi-millionaire attorney. The firm was filing a class-action suit against the makers of the braking system used in the semi that had crashed into and killed her husband. They were seeking victims of any such crash, and Monroe called the office the first time she saw it. They were up against the statute of limitations, and Monroe was the last victim added to the lawsuit before filing it with the court just before the legal deadline.

After a junior partner did an ‘intake interview’ he introduced her to the senior partner who would be heading up the class-action suit. He’d been utterly taken with her beauty from the moment he saw her, and although he was nowhere close to being as attractive as she was, he offered a different kind of ‘attractiveness’ Monroe decided was something closer to an ‘appeal’; an appeal consisting of power and confidence rather than dashingly good looks or the kind of warmth David had offered.

It wasn’t what she’d dreamed of, but she consoled herself with the belief that physical attraction and the giddy kind of love she’d experienced with David was now much less important to her than the certainty of financial security she would have with Peter for herself and her son the rest of her life.

Somewhere along the line, she’d heard the saying, “The search for perfection is often the enemy of good enough”, and with the understanding that Peter was definitely much closer to ‘good enough’ than anything approaching perfection, she stopped looking and even hoping and agreed to marry him.

So she’d said ‘yes’ to a first date as soon as he asked, and she’d recently said ‘yes’ to his proposal. So no, she wasn’t head-over-heels in love with him the way she’d been with David, but Monroe was willing to forego some of that passion for the stability that came with marrying a powerful, wealthy man like Peter Bentley. And at 36, Monroe was acutely aware the only reason she could catch the attention of a man like that was her looks, and she knew they knew wouldn’t last forever.

That meant that at some level, at least, there was a tacit understanding that went back as far as human history wherein younger, attractive women and older, wealthy men often ended up together for reasons other than pure love. Then again, her marriage to David aside, she sometimes wondered if ‘pure love’ even existed or if it was something one found only in romance novels or Hallmark movies.

Bacall understood all of that without ever having asked her sister about it, and really wondered whether or not her younger sister did, too. And until just then, she’d never asked Monroe if she loved Peter. But now that she had, it stirred up feelings in Monroe she’d tried so very hard to stuff deep down inside her for months.

“Can we not talk about this right now?” Monroe finally said in response to her sister’s question.

“Oh, of course. I wasn’t trying to be nosy, Roe,” she said using her childhood nickname. “And it really is none of my business. It’s just that I dearly love you and my nephew, and I only want you to be happy. If Peter does that for you, then…I’m happy, too.”

Monroe knew if she were to respond truthfully, the answer would be ‘no’, because he didn’t make her happy. At least not in the way David had. Rather, he made her…comfortable. And secure. And again, that seemed to her to be ‘good enough’.

She’d had this discussion with herself many times before, and until Bacall stirred the pot, it had remained little more than a glowing ember somewhere in a place she chose not to visit. But now it was again causing her to think—and rethink her engagement—as well as her entire future along with what was really important to her. And that caused her to experience a whole raft of emotions that made her head hurt and her stomach turn.

So for now, she ‘stuffed’ it all again knowing rokettube she had all kinds of work to do on the home she and David had bought together before she could sell it. Because she barely had enough to make ends meet since David’s passing, she didn’t have the money to make the kinds of repairs needed to take care of the myriad of problems that had cropped up over the years.

She was grateful for Peter’s willingness to pay for any and all such work in order to put the house on the market in a condition that would bring in a very nice return, and yet she somehow felt guilty for taking it. It was a seller’s market in the extreme, and once it was ready for sale, Monroe knew there would be a bidding war for it, and its sale would provide her with more than enough money to live on comfortably were she not to marry Peter, even after paying him back. But then she wouldn’t have a home to live in making ‘living comfortably’ a very difficult challenge, in turn making that a moot point. And yet she couldn’t help but think it more than a few times.

So, once again, the cold reality of necessity forced her to conclude that love was overrated when put up against living paycheck to paycheck to the point she could only rarely buy anything nice for her son and almost never for herself.

The worst had been the year she could only afford a couple of children’s books for him on his birthday. Yes, it was a very practical and useful gift, and he’d been too young to be hurt, but it had hurt her, and even now just thinking about it made her sad. Then later that same year she’d given him a pair of jeans, a new shirt, and some tennis shoes for Christmas—things he desperately needed for school—as his only gifts. She’d done the best she could, but not being able to buy David a single toy had broken her heart. Now, thanks to Peter, she’d never have to deal with that again. But after Bacall’s question, she knew there were other issues she would be dealing with yet again.

She tried putting the debate out of her mind for the second or third time in the last five minutes as she waited for the carpenter she’d asked to stop by and potentially take care of a half-dozen issues inside the house. He’d come highly recommended by one of the wives of another senior partner who’d said, “Just between us, he is well, let’s just say…strikingly handsome.”

Monroe smiled but didn’t laugh when the woman said it for fear Peter might have overheard. Sensing her discomfort the other woman whispered, “Oh, come on. There’s nothing wrong with eating out as long as you come home for dinner, right?”

Again she only smiled before excusing herself and rejoining her fiancé as he droned on about the details of some case they’d recently won while showing off his beautiful, younger girlfriend who was wearing the designer dress he’d chosen for her along with the huge diamond ring he proudly pointed out to everyone with whom they spoke.

For Peter, the law was everything. For Monroe, it was the thing that made security possible so she dutifully stood next to him smiling and looking beautiful, the one thing he valued in her above all else, while not understanding anything he was talking about.

She’d gone to a Dunkin’ Donuts near her house before Bacall stopped by and picked up some bagels, coffee, and other snacks; something she couldn’t have even thought of doing without Peter’s help. Even though he was footing the bill, it felt so good to do something nice for someone, even if it was a total stranger. She’d also been able to do a lot of nice things for her son recently, and all in all, she was very grateful to her fiancé for his generosity. Well, with his money, anyway. His time was another issue altogether, and he had precious little to offer her as he still worked close to 70 hours a week. And, oh yes, his affection was also a precious commodity he doled out in small quantities whenever it suited him. He wasn’t a mean man by any stretch. He just lacked any real…warmth.

Even the clothes she was wearing that morning were due to the credit card he’d given her. He let her know it didn’t have a limit, but asked her to try not spend more than $5,000 without letting him know.

She’d been so stunned she told him, “Peter, I haven’t spent that much money in a month—ever. Not in my entire life.”

He’d only smiled politely before saying, “No, darling. Not per month. I meant spending more than that on any single purchase.”

Initially she’d used the card for necessities and some new clothes from her favorite store, JC Penney. Peter was kind enough not to criticize her choices too harshly, but did let her know that she would need—nicer things. Nicer as in at least Neiman Marcus or Saks Fifth Avenue or other higher-end stores.

Showing up to a social event in off-the-rack clothing was acceptable as long as it wasn’t ‘low end’ and the stores Monroe had learned to love were all considered very low end. For more formal occasions, there were other boutiques that sold porno designer clothing, and several of them now had Monroe’s measurements on file and they were busy making a number of new designer dresses for her at that very moment.

As she looked at the goodies she’d laid out while wearing a very nice outfit she’d picked up at Saks a few days ago, Monroe was asking herself why she wasn’t happier than she felt. Yes, doing nice things made her happy, but wearing a $300 blouse and a $500 pair of shoes didn’t.

Bacall helped herself to half a bagel and some cream cheese then said, “I didn’t mean to upset you, Roe. I hope everything goes well with the repairs, but I should probably get back home. And if I did upset you, I’m very sorry.”

“No. Not at all,” Monroe told her. “I know you’re only looking out for me—and for David, Junior. And you know I love you for that, right?”

“Well, I love you right back, little sis,” she told her as she gave her a goodbye hug being careful to keep the creamy topping away from the expensive silk blouse.

She was walking Bacall to the foyer just as the doorbell rang.

“Oh, looks I’m going to get to meet him after all,” she said. “I’m dying to find out if he’s really as cute as what’s her name said he is.”

“Bacall! Stop!” Monroe said as she smoothed her long, dark, smoothly-styled hair and put on her best smile before opening the door.

“Miss…Hastings?” the younger man asked when he saw her. His eyes darted from Monroe to her sister who was also in the foyer smiling at him.

“Yes. That’s me,” she told him. “Please come in.”

He stepped inside then waited for her to close the door.

“I’m Axl. Axl Kibler,” he told her.

“Oh. Like Axl Rose?” Bacall asked before introducing herself as Monroe’s ‘older-but-more-beautiful sister.

Axl laughed then said, “Hi. It’s nice to meet you. Both of you. Um, yes. Exactly like that. My dad’s been a Guns N’ Roses fan since they started playing music back in the mid-80s. He still listens to them today along with The Doors, The Grateful Dead, Jimi Hendrix, and a bunch of other groups from days gone by.”

Monroe laughed and said, “Our parents are anachronisms, too. They absolutely love old music and movies, and that’s how all three of us kids got our names. So I get it.”

“Oh, okay. So are you…Marilyn Monroe?” he said, smiling at her for the first time.

When he did, she understood what the partner’s wife meant by attractive. Axl wasn’t just cute. He was downright ‘hunky’. He wore his thick, black hair short, and had a 2-3-day growth of stubble on his male-model-like face. His blue eyes stood out in stark contrast to the very dark eyebrows above them, and like most very attractive people, he had classically high cheekbones, and a very symmetrical face. And he was obviously very well put together from the neck down, too.

Monroe realized she’d been asked a question, but it took her brain a few seconds to catch up before she said, “Oh, right. Yes. That’s where I got my name.”

“And I’m guessing you would be Bogie’s wife?” he said to Bacall.

“Guilty as charged!” she said with a very big smile. She then explained how her brother got his and Axl smiled again.

Bacall sighed then smiled and said, “Unfortunately, I was on my way out, but it was um…very nice meeting you, Axl.”

“You, too…Bacall,” he told her with a smile back at her. He wanted to say, “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid,” but rightly assumed she’d heard it more than enough for two lifetimes already.

After she left, he said to Monroe, “Your sister is a very beautiful woman, and I hope I’m not out of line saying this, but you’re even prettier than her, and you’re much better looking than Marilyn Monroe ever hoped to be, and that’s no disrespect to the late Miss Norma Jeane Mortenson.”

Monroe laughed openly at the use of the late actress’s real name.

“She probably wouldn’t have gone quite so far with that moniker, huh?” Monroe said before inviting him inside. “And no, that wasn’t out of line. It was very kind of you to say. Both of us are getting there up in years, so anytime anyone—especially someone as young and handsome as you—says something that nice, it’s very nice to hear.”

“Up in years?” he asked with a genuine look of surprise. “Are you even 30 yet?”

Monroe laughed immediately then said, “Okay, flattery isn’t going to get you the job, but again, that was very sweet of you to say.”

“Oh. Well, I didn’t mean it as flattery. I honestly thought it was true,” he said rather sheepishly.

Monroe gave him a funny look he wasn’t sure how to take then led him into the kitchen.

“Anyway, there’s coffee and snacks if you get hungry, otherwise, let’s take a look around and I’ll go over the problem areas with you,” she told him.

“Great. I could use a cup of coffee while we look, if that’s okay,” he said.

She grabbed one, too, then took him to the garage and pointed out the problem with the pull-down stairs before showing him through each room that needed work, which was pretty much every room in the house.

“Okay. It’s all standard stuff, but there’s a lot of rot and damage in several places. I should be able to knock this out for you in a few days,” he told her.

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