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The Wedding Planner

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The day started out much like any other day but its end will live in my dreams forever.

My name is Anna and this is my story…

*

I am a wedding planner and I was currently working on two weddings the Billings wedding and the O’Neil wedding. Never would I have imagined that in doing so I would find the man of my dreams. The O’Neil’s had chosen a florist they wanted to go with instead of using the one that I volunteered. So I was driving through rush hour traffic trying to get down town before they closed. I was already very aggravated because I was on the phone arguing with the bakery about having the cake done on time.

When I finally pulled up to the shop the lights were off. I rushed from my car and ran to the door. Looking through the window I saw a shadow of someone in the back through the adjoining door. So I knocked on the glass door. I heard someone yell from the back “we’re closed.” After the day I had there was no way I was going to leave this shop without talking to someone.

So I continued knocking until I heard a loud cuss and bang coming from the back room. When the door opened I saw him for the first time. He was muscled and dark. His hair was black, his eyes blue and he had a five o’clock shadow. “Can’t you read, we’re closed!” He said sarcastically.

“I see that yes, but if I could just talk to you for a moment.” I said to him. I could not take my eyes off him. He was the epitome of sex. The shirt he wore was tight to his chest and every muscle showed through. There was a hint of hair just below the V of his collar. My eyes followed the line of his chest all the way down to the waist of his jeans.

I heard him chuckle and my eyes shot up to his. When I looked at him I knew I was caught. His smile lit up his face and made him look so unbelievably sexy that my mouth actually watered. I felt my face go hot and knew my cheeks were getting red. I took a step back and a deep breath and said “I am looking for Decklin MacDuff.”

He stepped out of the door and stood in front of me just inches from my face and said. “I’m Decklin, who are you?”

The fact that he was just inches from me made it impossible not to breathe him in. His scent was mesmerizing, intoxicating. My head began to feel light and I licked my lips. I watched his eyes shoot to my mouth and watch as my tongue slid over my lips. My body was betraying me, I had never had this reaction to any man. I could feel my nipples harden through my shirt and I began to feel warm all over.

I tried to speak but my mouth was dry. I didn’t understand what was happening but I also did not want it to stop. I tried to take a step back and tripped over my own feet. It all happened so fast one minute I was standing in front of him the next I was in his arms. He lifted me up and carried me inside kicking the door closed with his foot. He walked to the back room and sat me down on a counter and went to get me a glass of water.

I took this time to try and regain some of my composure. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes. I kept telling myself over and over, “you’re a professional, he is just a man, nothing special. Get a hold of yourself.”

Within moments he was back and handing me a glass of water. “Here try this,” he told me smiling. I felt like a fool, I was acting like a teenager. I took the glass and chugged it down. I didn’t realize my mouth was so dry till the cold water hit my lips. I drank it so fast that some of the water spilled out and ran down my chin.

He reached out his hand and with his thumb he wiped the water from my chin. My eyes went to his when his hand touched my face and I could not look away from him. His fingers were rough, it had been a long time since anyone had touched me that way and my throat began to get dry all over again.

I pulled back from him and shoved the glass out to him. “Could I have some more please?” I asked. I looked down and saw that there was a piece of paper on the counter with ByCasino the list of flowers on it. Grateful to have the distraction I picked it up and started skimming over it.

“It’s for a wedding I’ve contracted well not really contracted, the groom is my best friend and I am the best man so I offered to do it.”

“Who’s wedding?” I asked not looking at him.

“Mark O’Neil.”

“No you’re not, the best man is a guy named Mac.” I said to him

“Wait how you know that?” he asked.

“I’m Anna Levey, the wedding planner.” I told him. “We were supposed to meet last week but you never showed up for your fitting. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it is not proper to make plans with someone then not call to say you won’t make it? I waited at that dam shop for three hours.”

“Whoa,” he said backing away. “Didn’t Mark call you? I had an emergency I was here at the shop till three am.” My apologies Anna, if I had known someone as beautiful as you was waiting for me I would have come, screw the emergency.”

I felt my face blush again and turned away from him. “Okay well, as long as it was an emergency I guess I can forgive you. I have to say I was a little disappointed when the O’ Neil’s declined my suggestion for a florist for their wedding. I always use the same one, he is really good. But I see now that they made the right choice, these flower arrangements will complement each other so well Mr. MacDuff.” I told him looking at the list.

“Decklin,” he said in my ear. “Or if you prefer Mac,” I lifted my head quickly and bumped into him knocking the glass of water out of his hand. The water spilled down the front of him before the glass crashed to the floor shattering into pieces.

“I’m so sorry, here let me….” I began. Before I could finish I felt myself being swooped up and carried across the room.

“Sit here,” he told me. “You are only wearing sandals I don’t want you to get cut.”

I watched as he disappeared into a door on the other side of the room then returned with a broom and dustpan. I could not take my eyes off him as he swept up the broken glass. I sat mesmerized and watched the muscle in his arms and back flexed and fill out his shirt more. I think I actually had to wipe a bit of drool from my lip. Or it might have been the water I had been drinking. He finished sweeping up all the glass then got a towel and threw it on the floor over the wet spot before turning his attention back to me. By that time I think I might have been panting like a dog on a hot summer day.

“So, do you want to take this conversation upstairs? I have a few drawings of the layout for the flowers I discussed with Mark and Brittany.” He asked grabbing the list of flowers from the table and walking toward me.

“Upstairs?” I asked puzzled.

“Yeah My apartment, I live upstairs.” He said smiling

That smile looked dangerous and there was no way I was going to his apartment with him.

“I think down here is probably better.” I said as I stiffened my back strait.

“Okay no biggie just give me a minute I go get them.” He told me handing me the paper with the list and walking back through the door where he got the broom.

I was glad when he left I need a few minutes to get my bearings. This guy had me all twisted up inside and I was not sure I liked it. I was normally one to stay in complete control of myself and my surroundings. I slipped down from the table and walked around the room. It was a work room for making flower arrangements. There were some coolers with flowers in them a few tables and shelves of vases. I walked over to the door that he had gone into and peeked out. To the right was a small alcove with a mop and bucket and some cleaners to the left a short hallway with stairs and a glass door. I stepped into the hallway and walked to the glass door. It was an entry to a dimly lit greenhouse. I looked to the stairs that more than likely led to his apartment and saw he was not coming By Casino and I pulled the door open.

I was immediately overwhelmed with the most beautiful smells I have ever experienced and the site was absolutely breathtaking. There were roses of every color imaginable. I saw lavender and lilacs and lilies. There were bleeding hearts and orchids. A large fountain and pond took up the center of the greenhouse and the flowers lined the three outer glass walls. I stepped inside and was instantly swept away. I found myself stopping every few steps touching and smelling every flower. The pond had koi fish and water lilies in it. There was a stone bench next to the pond so I sat and was admiring the site. My fingers were skimming the water as I sat there taking everything in.

“Be careful they might nibble your fingers.”

I jumped at the sound of his voice and the feel of his breath on my ear. Standing to my feet I turned and scolded him saying, “Didn’t you mother ever tell you not to sneak up on people?”

“I guess my mother missed a few things.” He said as he sat down on the bench. “Come sit with me and I’ll show you the drawings.” He said patting the seat next to him.

It took me a few seconds before I could move again. My heart was beating so fast. Why did he have this effect on me? This has never happened to me before. I thought as I watched him. He pulled the folder he was holding to his lap to open it up and when he did I walked over and sat down next to him. Once next to him he handed me the top paper. “This will be the ceremony arrangement. It is how Brittany and Mark want it. They want lavender and lilacs and I thought some indigo and baby’s breath. What do you think?” He asked leaning closer to me. His leg was pressed up to mine and I could feel his breath on my cheek.

I couldn’t think the feel of him next to me and his breath teasing my skin had my mind racing. The smells and the heat in the greenhouse were also making me dizzy. “Do you approve?” He asked inches from my ear. I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding and turned my head to answer him. We were face to face his eyes were pools of liquid blue he didn’t move. I don’t know what possessed me, maybe the flowers, the scents or the heat growing inside me but I felt myself lean in.

Seconds later I was in his arms and his mouth was crushing mine. I felt his tongue slide over my lips and I opened them inviting him in. He pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around me trapping me. At the moment I was happy to be his captive and allowed him to take me places I had never been. I felt his hand at the back of my neck pulling my head back and releasing my mouth only to savagely devour my neck. My nails dug into his back trying to pull him closer.

Then his mouth was back on mine. I felt him pulling me to his lap and allowed him too. I couldn’t believe it, here I was miss prim and proper sitting astride this god of a man. The goddess in me sat back and purred as real me pressed into him and deepened the kiss. I felt like I was floating he tasted so good I just kept my eyes closed and rode the wave.

I was slapped back to reality when I felt myself being pushed onto the cold hard table in his arrangement room. I opened my eyes and pulled my lips from his. “How…” I began but his lips were on mine again silencing me. This was so out of character for me but I didn’t care. I am a mature adult people have casual sex all the time right? I thought. When my hands pulled at his shirt to lift it up over his head my body won the silent battle with my mind and I let go.

I was rewarded with a solid bronze beautifully sculpted chest. I reached out and touched him, his skin was warm and hard everything I expected it to be. He slid the straps of my sun dress off my shoulders then reached around to unzip it. As he slid the fabric down his head lowered and he took my nipple into his mouth. Again I was swept away to places that I had only fantasied By Casino Giriş about. I felt his hands sliding up my thigh and under my dress reaching for my panties. I lifted each cheek as he expertly slipped my panties off and let them drop to the floor.

He reached for my hand and pulled it to the front of his jeans and pressed it to the solid mass growing there. What was this guy doing to me? This is crazy right? I though as I rubbed my hand around the budge in his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans then taking my hand again he guided it into his pants.

That was all the guidance I needed as I wrapped my hand around him and freed him from his pants. I stroked my hand up and down the shaft while he watched me. I gripped him harder and began moving my hand faster and his head fell back. My inner goddess was doing cartwheels I have never done anything like this before and it looked like she approved. I pressed my free hand to his chest and pushed him back a few steps. His head came up and he looked at me. Slowly and seductively I began a trail of kisses down his chest to his belly and lower. As I leaned forward I looked at him and smirked then took him into my mouth.

His head fell back again and he let out a deep moan as his hands wrapped around my head. I worked my mouth up and down the shaft while my teeth and tongue grazed him. I felt his hips start to slowly rock back and forth moving with the rhythm of my mouth. I reached up with my other hand and cupped him below the shaft gently squeezing as I took him fully into my mouth and throat. Seconds later I felt his hands frantically reaching for me and pulling me up.

His lips crushed mine as he pressed me back against the table his need evident by how rough he kissed and touched me. He spun me around and pressed me down onto the table bending me over pulling my dress up to my waist. I felt his leg press in between mine pushing my legs apart then felt his fingers reach under and run from the apex of my thighs to my ass. I was already wet and ready when I felt the tip of him slide up and down parting me. He positioned himself just right then reached up grabbing my shoulders. In one quick and deep thrust he was inside me. I stretched my arms out to the edge of the table and held on as he frantically pressed in and out digging his nails into my flesh.

The metal table was cold on my skin as he pressed me into it. He laid down over my back and turned my head so he could kiss me. He continued to kiss me as he thrust in and out. The table started to slide making a loud screeching noise as the metal scraped over the concrete floor. He pulled out of me and lifted himself up pulling me with him. He unzipped my dress fully and let it fall to the floor then relieved himself of his shoes and jeans then turned me to face him.

He lifted me up onto the table and pulled me to the edge. His mouth crushed mine again as he slid himself into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my nails into his back. I rocked my hips in rhythm with him tightening the hold my legs and arms had on him. My inner goddess was screaming “Yes…Yes… Fuck me!” as my hips rotated. I heard an animalistic moan from deep inside him. The rhythm was getting faster as we were climbing higher. I felt the warmth growing inside my belly as I neared climax. My head fell back and I shouted, “Yes!… Oh my god yes!”

“Cum with me!” he shouted as he slammed into me. His thrust were quick and deep pushing me over the edge. I clung to him panting and screaming. My orgasm erupted in a shattering avalanche of quivers and shakes from deep within me. He pressed into me one last time and he gripped my hips for leverage as his head fell back and he screamed out. His body shook with short thrusts as he released himself inside me.

His head fell forward and rested against mine as his breathing slowed. I heard him chuckle and I pressed at him pushing him back.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Do you think it might be better if we go to my apartment now?” He asked smiling. “Because I am definitely not done with you yet.” I laughed aloud as he lifted me from the table and threw me over his shoulder smacking my ass as he carried me upstairs.

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The Vision Ch. 01

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This is a recount of things that have occurred in my own life. I am not really concerned whether you believe me or not. The point is to broaden you mind as to the possibilities that exist. Religion has destroyed what I believe can be a wonderful relationship with a loving creator. Please enjoy.

*

It began as an ordinary day.

I got up, showered with my wife. (It’s always more fun to shower with someone, other than by yourself.) Got ready for church. We loaded up the kids and off we went.

From there, everything was different.

When we first walked in, I was met at the door by one of the greeters of the church. Nothing out of the ordinary, it was like this every Sunday. As soon as I shook her hand, everything changed.

I was suddenly shown the image of her, naked, bouncing up and down on some guy I did not recognize, and shrieking like a banshee. She was obviously in the throws of passion and really enjoying herself. This image lasted for what seemed at least ten minutes. I could see her tits bouncing up and down as she ground her pussy against this stud she was riding. Her nipples were erect, pushing outward making the skin of her breasts tight.

It was as if I had a video camera and could change angles; zoom in, all the things that you would normally see on a porn movie or something.

I could see the moisture of her pussy as she lubricated herself sliding up and down on his pole. Her pussy lips would tighten and grip him as she pulled up, and then they would open just a bit on each down stroke. She would pull herself up off of him just a little, to the point that just his head was in her pussy and then once again she would slam herself down onto his cock. As she started to come, she threw her head back and then collapsed on top of him.

It was very, very erotic and nothing like what I would have expected from this quiet, reserved woman who sat at the back of the church.

The vision ended when we stopped shaking hands. It was only a few moments, but seemed much longer. And I was the only one who had seen anything.

As I took my normal post at the soundboard and got everything set for the morning worship, I called my wife over so I could ask her if she had seen anything.

As soon as she touched me, I was greeted with an image of her on her knees with a guy with a huge cock fucking her from behind, as she was desperately sucking on a cock in front of her. Sweat glistened off of their bodies and I could tell they had been going at it for a while. Every time the guy behind her would shove his cock into her hot, tight pussy, she was arching her back and pushing her ass towards him to meet every stroke. She was deep throating the cock in front of her, and he was close to shooting his load.

I could see her body tense as her orgasm overtook her. She began shaking, and her moans tuned into screams. The guy she was sucking on began to come, shooting his cream all over her face and tits. The guy behind her was steadily fucking her, causing her orgasm to build and multiply. When he finally shot his load, he was ramming her so hard it looked as if she was being pushed across the floor.

“What do you need Honey?”

I was taken aback for a moment as I was brought back into the reality of the real world.

“Did you notice anything weird when we were greeted by Mary this morning?” I asked.

Michelle answered, “I wasn’t crazy about her dress, but other than that, no. Why, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure. But answer me this, are you thinking about sex right now?”

Michelle looked puzzled. “Yes, but I don’t think we have time to do anything about it now,” she chuckled.

“Tell me, honestly, honey, were you thinking about me?” I was hoping that this would give an idea of what I was seeing.

Michelle answered, “Yes, why do you ask?”

“I am seeing images, and I’m not sure what to make of them. Let’s talk about this more later, okay?”

She flashed her beautiful smile at me, gave me a kiss and went and sat down.

I have always heard people talk about how God speaks to them, but I wasn’t really sure about it. As I was sitting ByCasino there working my magic with the soundboard, a voice spoke to me.

“I am showing you their innermost thoughts and feelings Scott.”

I looked around trying to figure out were this voice was coming from. There was no one around.me, but I heard the voice again.

“Yes, Scott. I am the Lord, and I am speaking to you. Do not be afraid. I have an important job for you to do. My children have lost their way. They have clouded my plans with their own agendas and have completely made a mess of the way sex was to be used. I created sex to be enjoyed. But I do have rules, rules that cannot be broken.”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“I want you and Michelle to be teachers of the way I intended sex to be. Study my Word, open yourself to what I have to say to you, allow yourself to be used by me, and you will be blessed beyond your wildest dreams. I want my children happy.”

Okay, now I am freaking out a little. This can’t really be God, can it? And besides, he was talking about sex. You never, ever talk about sex in church. At least, I had never heard anyone talk about sex before.

“Go, place your hands on Christy’s shoulders, and you will see what her sex life is really like.”

The voice again. I looked over at Christy and wondered what I should do. I had heard that Christy and John were very straightforward about sex. Missionary position only, nothing else. I’ll admit I was curious as to what I might see.

“I walked over to Christy and placed my hands on her shoulders. Suddenly I was in their bedroom with them, watching them. Just as I thought, John was on top, Christy on bottom. After a few strokes John shot his load, rolled over and gave her a peck on the cheek and promptly went to sleep.

“Well that sucks” I thought to myself. I was thinking everything was done, when Christy got out of bed. She walked over to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer. After moving some things around she pulled out a red satin bag. She walked into her bathroom.

I followed.

Once in the bathroom I was greeted with the sight of an enormous dildo! It was at least two inches thick and about a foot long with balls. That’s what she had in the bag! She removed her gown and began slowly rubbing her breasts. Her nipples quickly grew hard from the attention they were receiving. I was surprised at the size of her nipples. They were about a half-inch around and stuck out twice as far.

I was amazed I had never noticed them before.

With one hand rubbing her tits, her other hand quickly found its way to her pussy. She began rubbing only the outside of her pussy lips, very lightly. I could see her skin respond with every touch. Her pussy was already glistening with her own juice as she began to rub up and down her slit. She separated her lips and slowly inserted a finger into her, now, very wet cunt. Soon after, she went to two fingers and then three. She wasn’t wasting any time. Her moans were growing louder as she reached for her very realistic looking friend. She slowly pushed the dildo into her pussy and savoring every sensation it was giving her. The sound of every vein of the dildo could be heard as her juices allowed easy entry. It filled up every inch of her pussy as she went balls deep.

Beginning to fuck herself, her other hand found it’s way to her clit. Rubbing her clit, she was now starting to get pretty loud. Her moans were keeping time with her fucking. Faster and faster, she thrust the cock into her pussy. “Fuck me harder!” she said. She was imagining some unseen lover fucking her hard. To quench the cravings of her pussy, she began thrusting the cock deeper and deeper.

Nearing her orgasm, she moved a hand to her ass and began to finger herself. She was screaming with pleasure while the dildo pumped her pussy, and her fingers pounded her ass. As she began to come, juices were squirting out from around the dido. She threw her head back as she came for the second time.

Positioning the dildo underneath herself, she began to grind back and forth against the enormous By Casino cock. She was squeezing her breasts and pulling hard on her nipples. As her third orgasm gripped her, she was now screaming “Oh, God. Yes! Oh, my God. Fuck me some more!”

She began to shake as her orgasm subsided. Placing her hands on her knees, she rested from the fucking she had just given herself. Standing up, the dildo gave a small pop as she removed it from her pussy. This caused her to jump just a little. She very lightly circled her clit, giving herself pleasure for a few moments more. She then began to clean herself up, careful to make sure there was no evidence of what she had just done. She placed the dildo in the bag, and kissed the tip of the head before closing the bag. Walking into her room, she put the dildo away. While climbing into bed, I noticed her smiling and looking very much like a, well-fucked, satisfied woman.

As my hands came off of her shoulders, She looked at me and smiled.

“How are you this morning, Scott?” Christy asked. She was completely oblivious to the scene I had just been shown.

“Great, and how are you and John doing?” I was doing my best not to look flustered.

“Not too bad” she replied, “About the same as usual.”

As I walked back to my desk, I felt bad for Christy. It must be terrible to go through life hiding things from your husband. And even worse, not being able to enjoy some type of satisfaction from making love to him.

“That is what I want you to help them with Scott. They need to know the truth about how to enjoy each other, to enjoy sex as much as possible”

“But what, exactly, do you want me to do about it?” I asked. “I can’t exactly invade their bedroom, and I don’t know how receptive they would be to a conversation about this.”

“Let me worry about that. You just be willing to be used. I will instruct you and Michelle as to what you need to do. First, I want you to be familiar with all the people here. Once that is done, we can begin the teaching.”

Even though this experience was strange and happening very quickly, I felt a peace about it all. I was honored to be given such a responsibility.

Next, I walked over to Becka, one of our teens in the church. She had just turned 18 and had always been the image of purity. I knew that there would be no surprises here. As I approached her, she smiled and stood up to give me a big hug.

As soon as she touched me, she stood before me naked. And I do mean me! Her thoughts were about me! I felt kind of strange standing there watching myself, but I was more amazed at Becka’s body. She always dressed very prim and proper, nothing tight fitting or too revealing. As far as any one could tell, she was overweight and kind of frumpy.

Boy, were we all wrong. Her breasts were large and firm, with large erect nipples. She was very slim and in excellent shape, with a slender waist going to a perfectly shaped ass. She was clean-shaven and had a beautiful bald pussy. She, truly, was sight to behold.

“Use me as you wish, Scott, for I belong to you” she spoke.

The “me” in the dream walked up to Becka and quickly grabbed her by her long blond hair, forcing her to her knees. My cock was long and hard, and I moved her head towards me and pushed my cock into her mouth. Being unaccustomed to the size, she gagged at first, but quickly got a rhythm going. She sucked on me for some time, moaning loudly and enjoying the cock in her mouth.

I moved her head away from my cock and pulled her up. Looking in her eyes, I said to her, “You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?”

I proceeded to sit down in a chair and pulled her across my knees. Her ass was stuck up in the air, and I began to rub my hands over the smoothness of her cheeks.

“There is only one way to deal with a girl who has been bad and that is to give her a good spanking.”

As the words left my mouth, I brought my hand up and came down across her ass with a loud slap. She jumped a bit but did not resist. I smacked her again and asked, “You have been a very bad girl, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I’ve By Casino Giriş been very bad.” She replied.

With another slap across her ass, I continued, “What bad things have you been doing?”

“I have been touching boys private parts”

“Their what? You can do better than that! Just what exactly have you been doing?”

“I have been touching their penises”

“Come now, Becka, use the words I have taught you, and tell me what you have been doing.”

“I have been touching their cocks, with my mouth” she said.

Smack! “Is that all, Becka?”

Smack! “No sir. I have let them touch my pussy as well.”

Smack! “Have they fucked you?”

Smack! “Yes.”

“What else have you done?”

“I have let them touch my ass. I have let them fuck my ass.”

Smack! “Did you like it?”

Very softly she says, “Yes”

“What?”

Louder this time, “Yes!”

I continued to spank her ass turning it a bright red color. With every smack, her moans grew louder, and her pussy was so wet that its juices began to run down her leg.

“You’re pussy is very wet, does it need some attention?”

“Yes, please!”

Slowly, I began to touch just the outside of her pussy lips. I was allowing my fingers to brush her skin, and this caused her to arch her back. Raising her ass in the air, I knew she wanted more of my touch. Next, I spread her lips and began to rub up and down her velvet slit. Her desire for more was building with every stroke.

As I pushed a finger into here wet cunt, her pussy contracted. She was overwhelmed with desire. “More please, give me more!” she begged.

I inserted another finger and then another. Continuing to fuck her, I added a fourth finger into the tightness of her pussy. She began to push back against me and was fucking herself against my hand. I slowly slid my thumb into her ass, and as I did, she was overcome with her first orgasm. As she came, I started fucking her even harder and deeper to intensify her pleasure.

When her orgasm subsided, I quickly stood and inserted my cock into her ass. Upon entry, she gripped the back of the chair and began to moan. I slammed, all of my eight inches, into her with as much force as I could. As I fucked her relentlessly, her body started to convulse. She screamed as she came yet again. Her body was bucking from the intense feelings that she was having.

I slowed my pace to enjoy this moment. Rubbing my hands across her tight, young ass was giving me such a feeling of power. Each time I went into her, my cock swelled with the anticipation of release. As I felt my own orgasm approaching, I pulled out of her, and pushed her to the floor in front of me. As my seed erupted from my cock, she grabbed hold of me and swallowed as much as she could. A few drops landed on her cheeks, but she didn’t miss much.

As she stepped away from me smiling, I was once again brought into reality. I could not get over what I had just seen and was amazed that it was me she was fantasizing about!

“She has these desires, yet feels that they are sin. So she hides her true feelings and locks them away so that no one will see. She should accept them. I put these desires within her when I created her. She needs to be shown that she can embrace these feelings and enjoy the fulfillment of her desires.”

“But what about her feelings about me?” I asked. “She should not be thinking about me in that way, should she?”

“She finds you attractive and knows you as someone close. She does not feel threatened by you. She doesn’t think there is any way that any thing like that could ever happen. You being the object of her fantasies allow her to feel safe. She does not desire a relationship with you, just sex”

“And that’s okay?” I asked.

“Yes”

“But what about adultery, fornication, the sin of lust? Shouldn’t we avoid those feelings?”

“All of those laws have been miss-interpreted by men. They have used them to suit their own agendas. I will teach you my ways so that you will be able to pass the knowledge onto others so that they might know the truth. I will speak through you, teaching my ways. I will take you to places you never thought existed. Allow yourself to be used, and you will be blessed beyond measure.”

“So… you are going to teach me how to fuck?” I asked.

“That and so much more.”

“Then let the teaching begin.”

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The Triumphs of the Past Ch. 03

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It might seem a surprising idea – classic cars as a ‘babe magnet’ but I’ve certainly seen the phenomenon at shows. Some cars do just seem to attract the babes. The E- type Jaguar jumps straight out of course: did Enzo Ferrari, the founder of Ferrari, not call it ‘the most beautiful car ever made’? It’s not just the Jags., more usually its the sporty jobs with soft tops that appeal: Austin Healeys (perhaps more the bigger ones like 3000s, rather than Spridgets), MGBs and MGCs and, of course the Triumphs all the way from TR2 to 6. In tin-top format almost all Aston Martins seem to do the trick. Perhaps the Triumph GT6 and, bizarrely, the Ford Capri and certainly the big American jobs like the Ford Mustang and Chevrolet Corvette. It’s size that matters sometimes – oversexed and over here indeed!

Triumph 2500S as a babe magnet? I seemed to find it worked for me. There was something deliciously erotic, without anything being said or probably realised by the ‘babe,’ at being invited to sit on the Triumph’s old leather seats; perhaps the better if the ‘babe’ is in a skirt or shorts so the back of the thighs touch the leather. Nice to watch the ‘babe’ hold the steering wheel and reach for the gear knob if sitting in that seat. They always want to sit in that seat, always reach to hold the gear knob and cannot resist flicking that overdrive switch. I’ve even seen ‘babes’ fondle the knob like they might a penis. Subconscious? I don’t know. I’ve seen the odd one redden when she has seen me looking. And, seeing that touch and fondle… well, it does for me.

And when I say ‘babe’ I don’t just mean the young things. I recall a very nicely spoken woman, greying hair and a surprisingly smart outfit for a show, a blue two piece skirted suit indeed, settle into the driver’s seat, the skirt riding up and showing still very shapely knees and tops of lower thighs, me watching them moving as she pushed at the pedals, and then glancing at her hand, complete with wedding and engagement rings, as it settled atop the gear knob, as she said,

“I wouldn’t mind a ride in this,” and turning and smiling at me as her hand fondled the gear knob. There was no question the statement was not meant other than ambiguously, a double entendre sticking up in the air like the gear lever and its big knob. Her husband came up behind me, a big burly bloke in tweed and with a most remarkable moustache, and the three of us talked cars for quite a time as the woman sat there, fondling the knob. Did he notice her actions, was he as much erect in his tweeds as I was in my corduroys? Was there a manly fellow feeling at wanting our knobs fondled?

Nothing came of it that day, but I have often thought how good it would have been to have given her a ride. Perhaps alone, perhaps for her to suggest we parked up somewhere ‘quiet,’ perhaps to have sex in the back seat or, as I had with Jane, slip off into the countryside and find a secluded spot. Frankly, I would not have said no to giving them both a spin in the car, nice to imagine her becoming more and more aroused as she sat next to me, perhaps fondling the gear knob in a most suggestive way, my eyes flicking to it and perhaps, her husband, in the back seat becoming more and more aroused himself as he stared through the gap between the seats at her mobile hand. The suggestion finally made and me nosing the car into some secluded field gate or, better still, a track. Not my usual thing to have a ‘threesome’ but there’s always a first time. Probably all a great surprise to the husband, but how good to have a bit of variety, and how nice for the woman to be serviced by two men as she lay in a pose of abandonment across the warm bonnet of the Triumph. Completely naked, of course, undressed by two men, her sex so exposed. Two men taking it in turns to ‘poke’ her.

I had seen, indeed experienced, the seeming effect of Rob’s old car on both Jane and Heulwen but confirmation of my suspicions that it was, indeed, the car came when a new client appeared. I had always had a bit of a thing for those 1960s/70s girls in white mini-skirts and white leather boots jumping into or out of little sports cars. Mrs. Emma Peel and her 1965 Lotus Elân Series 2, Tara King in that 428 Spider, the closing credits of Dee Time – OK, all before my time but if you’re interested in classic cars of the period these things come up on ‘You Tube’ etc and I like the images! It was not, quite, that Susannah York drove into my garage, but it was certainly one sexy ‘babe.’ Literally drove in as I’d left the doors open – another hot day.

Not twenty, not eighteen, not twenty-four, more like thirty but with a figure as if twenty or so. Not a mini skirt but a mini-dress and, yes, white boots and a gold chain effect belt around her waist. Seriously Retro. Sex on a stick – and she knew it. A flash of white panties as she got out of her little sporty number. Somehow, I did not think she had not been taught by her mother how to get out of cars in a skirt – that was ByCasino deliberate.

I’m not one for feminism, rather the opposite really. No problem with equal pay for equal work but average salary comparisons between the male and female workforces of a firm? Get real! Fighter pilots, coal miners, girls playing Rugby in a serious way? All a bit odd if you ask me. And there is so much cake and eat it about it all. One moment you have some woman complaining about being treated differently – as a woman – the next you have them using their sexuality to their advantage, twisting things their way by very clear flirting. This was a case in point. I rather thought the young lady was going to encourage me to offer a good price for the work she wanted, simply by being so very feminine. She was right of course, I would offer her a good price, I would be very happy having her turn up as a client! A woman’s wiles work for me.

Very nice to stand and talk to her about her MGC. Very happy to take a look and quote for the work. Could she leave it with me, and I would let her know? Most enjoyable just to talk to her, Fiona Prentice was her name. I like talking to women particularly pretty women and was she that! Blond to boot, blue eyes, full lips, just so right and her hair worn in that Sixties way with a curling inwards either side, the ‘Lovely’ Aimi MacDonald came to mind. Good to talk and be amused by how she was twisting me around her little finger, and I was very happy to be twisted.

It transpired she had not really thought ahead about getting back from my workshop and she talked me into giving her a lift back to her workplace. She could get a train home from there. It did not require much talking me into taking her. I was more than happy to see her get in the Triumph beside me, see that white dress lift further up her long thighs, almost showing those white knickers.

“Nice car,” she patted the old leather seat, “do like the walnut dash. What’s that switch on the gear knob for?”

I glanced over at the MGC. They had overdrives as an optional extra – hers didn’t. So, I explained. Nice car, the MGC, big 2912cc Austin C-series straight-six engine so a head-on rival for the TR5 during its production life. There was work to do: those big chrome bumpers had seen better days and I could foresee several hours to be spend bent over in the engine compartment under the raised power bulge bonnet.

I was more than happy to talk about the Triumph as we drove. Watched her walk away a little longer than was really necessary, but good to take in her rear view – and that was enough with a few ‘thoughts’ to give me an erection. I even let it out of my overalls as I drove back and gave it a few tugs as I imagined her leaning over and sucking it. I was rather getting into the idea women did that, you know. I opened the workshop doors like that (with it hidden away again, of course). I stood looking at her MGC and then got into it and sat where, half an hour before, she’d been sitting. That didn’t really help, thinking about her shapely bottom on that seat, perhaps wriggling a little. Fuck, she was quite something! In my head the thought of cumming in her mouth or ‘giving her one,’ knickers off and lowering herself in that dress onto my upstanding gear knob. Out of my overalls came my cock once more – exposed and rigid in her car. Yeah, ‘turgid’ is a good word – it was that. An interesting violation of her space – perhaps. Across the workshop a roll of blue paper towels. Should I? Or should I really get back to work? I was a good boy – work won, perhaps because the blue paper was out of reach, and I examined the MGC in detail preparing the quote.

“How long will it be?”

I smiled, my thought that it would be quite long! I always enjoy a double entendre intentional or unintentional. I was pretty sure this was the latter. “Really it’s going to take me a fortnight. Getting the parts, re-spray…” I was talking on the ‘phone to Fiona that afternoon. “You could have it back now and bring it in when it’s more convenient, but I wouldn’t leave it too long.

“Could I have it back for the weekend and then let you have it Monday morning?”

I’d be very happy to have ‘it’ Monday morning! Another possible double entendre. I arranged to pick her up after work and bring her back to the workshop. It would be good to see her seated in the Triumph 2500 again.

“Mmmm, I do like this car,” Fiona said as she got in, “I liked my ride this morning.”

On your boyfriend, I wondered… riding cowgirl?

What a nice little wriggle as she settled herself on the leather seat.

“A really comfortable ride. I like a comfortable ride,” she said when we got to the workshop.

Now that was intentional. I was sure of it, and equally sure the Triumph 2500 had a lot to do with it. He was a naughty boy!

I was half way through the job on the MGC when I next had the next real contact with Fiona. Yes, I had seen her when she had By Casino dropped the car off on the Monday, but I had been with a client, had just briefly spoken when she had driven it in and had seen she had someone else take her on to work. Another woman, I saw, in another sports job, a nice little MGB. Fiona just turned up out of the blue on the Saturday. One moment I was alone in the workshop, next she had walked in. Was it the same dress or a similar one? I was not that sure.

“Just dropped by to see how things are going.” The car was not ready to be driven, not with so many bits and pieces sitting on the steel workbench in the corner. The respray was booked for the following week. I rubbed my oily hands on blue paper and talked to her about it. My estimate held. The work was about what I had thought. I was interested to see Fiona seemed in no hurry to go. Indeed, I saw her hands a couple of times caress the yellow paintwork of the Triumph 2500. Was ‘he’ up to his tricks again? Something was coming. I was not just a visit to see progress, I was sure.

“I wonder, might you let me have a go in this?”

“Take it for a spin?”

“Mmmm. Not for sale is it?”

No fear! My answer clear: “It was a friend’s: I’m rather attached to it. If you want to have a run, I’m happy for you to borrow it. But sale, no. I don’t need it until, I suppose, five-ish if you want to go somewhere.”

I could see the excitement. “Oooh please, could I?”

The keys in her hand, the yellow driver’s door open, Fiona paused and then got in. I averted my eyes, not by choice but she was looking at me as she eased herself into the seat. That dress really was rather short: had I been able to look I am sure I would have seen more than I should have done.

“I do love these leather seats.” She patted the leather, “I like the feel on the back of my legs.”

I turned my head back to her. Up my spine a tickling sensation, not fear, not that at all, something quite different, a frisson of anticipation. That was a sexual allusion if I was not mistaken. I said nothing, just looked at her as if I expected Fiona to say something more… and she did.

Such a nice little wriggle of her shoulders, a coy, rather captivating smile, “it feels sexy, like an older man’s skin.”

Oh, crikey, where was this leading?

“Would you mind awfully if I didn’t wear panties, just had my bare bottom on the seat so I could feel the leather… please?”

“If… if you like,” I stuttered.

“Oh, I like.”

Did she, did she actually, purr?

“Well… you’d better be going.” Was I embarrassed to watch, I certainly did not turn away this time, as Fiona reached within her short dress, lifted her bottom and lowered a pair of white knickers. Done demurely if anything like that can be done demurely and in such a short dress, but suffice it to say, I did not learn whether she was shaven or unshaven down below. The foot pedals, on the other hand, would have gained a lot more information from their line of sight. She wriggled on the seat, not just a little wriggle at that.

“Would you mind looking after these for me?”

Fiona reversed out, her hand on the big flared knob – I didn’t miss that; and left me standing there in my oil stained overalls at the garage door with a pair of white knickers in my hand, watching Fiona changing into first and driving off. I closed the garage doors and looked at the flimsy white cotton in my hand. They were warm to the touch. It would though be a good idea to put them down, somewhere not oily and get them out of my hand with the risk of getting oil stained finger prints over them. Phew! I knew just how much I would like getting oily fingerprints over what they had contained just seconds before.

Warm to the touch – warm against my cheek. Warm against my nose with the scent of woman. She would know – know as she drove – that I would have done that – would probably know the sudden urge I had to whip out my cock and tie the cotton around it. Yeah, and wank with them, the soft cotton caressing my engorged prick. She would know the effect on an almost forty-year old, oil stained mechanic. Was she expecting to find her knickers soaked with semen on her return?

She might have been, but they were untouched by ejaculate, I did not risk that embarrassment. In fact, she did not even ask for them back on her return. They were in full sight, carefully placed on a clean footwell paper sheet, had sat, pristine white, on my workbench all day to the evident surprise of one client whose forehead had furrowed when she had seen them, but had said nothing. I’d certainly have tucked them away in a pocket if I’d thought Heulwen would be coming around,0 but I knew she was away.

Fiona returned about four o’clock, was gushing about the car, clearly in a state of sexual arousal and talked about how well it had driven, about her day, said she had even parked up on the Hogsback and sat and looked at the view from the By Casino Giriş hill. I wondered about that after she had gone off. Had she indeed admired the view or been rather unfocused with fingers in her dress playing with her ‘bits,’ having a nice little feminine ‘wank’ in the T2500. Had she perhaps looked longingly at the gear knob and thought what she might do with it in a (probably) less public space? Of course, once she went, I was on my hands and knees examining the driver’s seat leather for new stains. I hardly need to be that close. The wet patch, the oval wet patch was as obvious and visible as the Triumph’s yellow paintwork when out on the road. Tempting to get out of my overalls and lower my hanging balls slowly down onto the patch as I settled into the driver’s seat and then roll my cock in the wetness. That was probably as close as I would get to Fiona’s snatch. I had hoped she might want to move my gear knob on her return and get me to check her fluid levels. But not a bit of it, she would not even stay for a mug of tea, had things to do. Perhaps she was off to meet a boyfriend – well, he would be in for a busy time!

The knickers came home with me and whilst they did not end up soaked in semen, that did not mean they did not get tied around my cock, that they did not become a masturbatory aid or that I did not sleep with them warm inside my pyjamas. No, I did not put them on.

“I wondered… I’ve been telling some friends what a nice classic car you’ve got, whether you’d mind giving them a spin? We were thinking of having a picnic on Saturday if it’s nice, so would you like to come if you’re not doing anything else?”

Fiona and I were speaking on the ‘phone mid-week. The MGC job was going nicely and she could probably take it away on the Saturday. Could I spare the time to go for a picnic with Fiona and friends? Better if it was just her but that was a bit of wishful thinking. It would probably be a good day and I liked showing off the T2500. It might even be amusing to see it work his effect on Fiona. Work on the cars could wait. It was a Saturday, after all. I was happy enough to both come on the picnic and drive. What I hadn’t appreciated was there would be four of them, nor that all the friends would be female. A bit of a squash in the back seat but, alas, I was in the front.

A new thing for me driving a party of girls, well Fiona’s age girls. Gone her mini dress but denim shorts and tee shirt, instead, showed her legs to advantage. Fiona in the front, the other three in the back. Don’t girls talk! But I was happy to listen and drive – and take the occasional glance at Fiona’s long legs. It was a hot and sunny day, I drove with the windows open. No air conditioning of course.

Could he handle four at once? Was the old T2500 up to it? Was he going to work his – ‘magic,’ was it? – upon all four at once? Would I notice, even? The four girls were seemingly excited just at the prospect of the picnic, the day out and being together. They were animated enough as it was. Would his effect be slow and, it might be said, insidious? A lovely idea, four young quims gently and subtly moistening all around me, skin drawing back to breasts as nipples hardened – all eight of them. Might legs start rubbing together or, instead, knees part and then close repeatedly as nether lips swelled and the wetness flowed?

We stopped on a piece of heathland, parking the car and all getting out to stretch our legs. The girls went off one way and me the other to ‘spend a penny,’ and then there was a couple of picnic rugs and the prepared picnic to unload from the back. Pleasant to watch the girls applying sunscreen to their arms, faces, necks and long legs. I was more than happy to watch girls stroking oil onto their bare flesh. I took a few photographs. The girls would probably be pleased to have a record of the day, I could upload them and send the location to them all by email and it would also be pleasant for me to have the photographs as well to review and contemplate at my leisure (very possibly in my pyjamas and, who knew, perhaps some of that workshop blue paper towelling to hand…).

Not a very long walk found us sitting under a few pines, admiring the view and unpacking the picnic. Eating al fresco has a certain something about it and the day was perfect for it. Gloriously blue skies, a slight breeze making it all pleasant rather than hot and, I have to say, these girls knew how to make a picnic. Good to sit with them on the blankets. I always find sitting on the ground slightly awkward and uncomfortable – not that I was in any way complaining that day, the girls though had that natural grace women have. Fiona sitting with her long legs half tucked under her, another sitting cross legged in her shorts, another in a stripy summer dress sitting with her legs straight out and ankles crossed, the third sitting like Fiona and the fourth kneeling. I can recall because, again, I took photographs.

“What shall we do, this afternoon, a walk?”

It was an excellent place to ramble, plentiful and clear paths through the heather and gorse, the prospect of a wooded valley not far off for shade. I would enjoy that.

“What I’d really like is a swim.”

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The Unscrupulous Saleswoman

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Rodney and Janet had been married for over 15 years when he got laid off from his position as a middle manager at a bank. Though he still felt young in his mid-40’s Rodney had a hard time convincing prospective employers that his skill set was up to date. Janet had worked in sales on and off over they years, so the couple decided that Janet would go find a sales position while Rodney enrolled in some night classes to brush up his skills. She was offered a position at an enterprise software company and she struggled at first. She was started to worry that she would lose her job when she finally made a breakthrough at a trade convention in New York City…

Janet was staffing the trade booth with some other women. Her boss, Tim had suggested that she wear a more revealing outfit than normal.

“You don’t have to dress like a ‘booth babe’, but you know, it wouldn’t hurt to wear something that, uh, shows off your figure,” he had said eyeing Janet’s ample bosom and narrow waist.

Janet had reluctantly agreed. She just wore a slightly tighter blouse and a snugger and shorter skirt than normal, but she did find that the visitors to the booth were much more receptive to her sales pitch. Oddly, the women were more open to her as well which she didn’t fully understand, given that they all seemed straight. Janet was starting to feel much more hopeful as she collected more and more prospect information. But things really picked up when a previous prospect, Jim Neighbors, senior manager at a midwest auto parts dealer stopped by the booth.

“Why hello,” said Jim gazing shamelessly at Janet’s cleavage. “Janet, isn’t it? You submitted a to us over at PartsCo last month didn’t you?”

“Yes, Jim,” said Janet giving him a smile. “It’s nice of you to remember. I haven’t heard from anyone on your team for a few weeks.”

“Well, you know. We need to get three proposals and then I need to see reports from my operations and development folks outlining the pros and cons. All the standard, due diligence,” Neighbors looked Janet’s body up and down as he talked, totally unconcerned about how obvious he was being.

Janet glanced over at her co-worker, Carla who gave Janet a knowing smile and looked like she was struggling to keep from laughing.

“Ahh, yes of course,” said Janet, blushing slightly at Jim’s attention to her body. “We certainly shouldn’t try to rush the process. But was there any more information that I can give you now? Maybe we can drill down into various modules?”

Carla couldn’t help but snort in amusement at the lewd smile that Jim gave Janet when she said “drill down.” Janet blushed an even deeper shade of red, regretting her accidental innuendo.

“Well, yes, we should drill down into your… product,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “Why don’t you come have dinner with me tonight and you can give me… more information about what you have to offer.”

Carla had to turn away, giggling at Jim’s suggestive phrasing. Janet felt her face burning with embarrassment, but she squared her shoulders and smiled as brightly as she could. “That sounds great, Jim.” She consulted her watch. “Well it’s 5:30 now. We will be wrapping up soon. I have to help Carla pack up the booth. Shall we meet in the lobby at 7:00 and go grab a steak at Del Frisco’s?”

“Outstanding idea,” said Jim enthusiastically, looking at Janet’s shapely legs.

They exchanged cards and Neighbors strutted off, his chest puffed up in pride.

“Oh. My. God,” shrieked Carla with laughter. “That old guy could not take his eyes off your body, Janet.” Carla was much younger than Janet, being in her twenties, but she had started around the same time, so they had become friends.

“Carla, he’s not that old,” sighed Janet. “He’s probably only five or six years older than I am.”

“Well you look a heck of a lot younger,” said Carla, admiring Janet’s figure. “You are like a MILF.”

“Carla!” laughed Janet. “Watch your language, young lady.”

“Are you going to tell your husband about this tete-a-tete with Neighbors?” asked Carla with a smirk.

“Well, no… It’s just a business dinner after all…” said Janet, avoiding her gaze as she helped pack up the marketing brochures.

“Yeah, sure it is,” snorted Carla. “That guy wants to drill down into you, not the product.”

“Oh boy,” said Janet looking over at Carla with a worried expression. “Did you get that impression, too?”

“Of course,” said Carla with an impish smile. “The question is, ‘how far will you go to close a sale?’ I wouldn’t go very far with that guy, maybe a handjob with my top off, but that’s it.”

Janet broke out laughing. Carla was always making inappropriate sexual jokes. “But if he was younger and better looking you would go farther?” she asked her young friend with a smile.

“Maybe,” said Carla with shrug, tossing her hair flippantly. “That PartsCo deal is worth a lot of money. I’ve given out handjobs for a lot less: dinner, movie, and a guilt trip.” Then Carla changed to a more serious ByCasino tone and looked at Janet with concern, “But what will you do if he comes on to you? “

“I don’t know,” replied Janet, biting her lip. “I guess I will just figure out a way to politely decline. I’ll tell him I’m a married woman.”

“You don’t sound too sure of yourself,” said Carla squinting at her. “If you don’t close a deal soon, you might lose this job. Maybe you should fool around with Neighbors a little. Your husband never needs to know about it. Jeez, you’d be helping him out, really.”

“He wouldn’t see it that way,” chuckled Janet bitterly. “I mean, things have certainly cooled down between us, sexually, over the years… But he would still be jealous.”

“That’s why you don’t tell him,” said Carla, looking around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “Seriously, if Neighbors goes after you, just let him cop a feel, maybe give him a tugjob. Who knows? It might be fun! When’s the last time you saw a strange penis?” Carla gave Janet a mischievous grin as then finished closing up the stall.

“Carla, you are just terrible,” laughed Janet. “So young and full of hormones…” Janet shook her head. “I’m going to go take a shower and change for dinner. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

As she prepared for dinner, Janet thought about her conversation with Carla. Carla seemed pretty loose, sexually. Maybe she actually would fool around with a client to close a deal. Janet was surprised to find that the idea of being with another man appealed to her somewhat. She loved Rodney deeply and she would never leave him. But their sex life had languished in recent years and she thought of him more of a life partner than a sexual partner lately. If she lost this job it might actually hurt him more than finding out she had fooled around with another man. She was confident that he would forgive her a minor indiscretion. She had always been faithful all these years.

She admired the way she looked in the mirror. She still had a nice body after all these years, but she didn’t show it off much. It felt good to get all that attention today. With that in mind, Janet put on another tight blouse and short skirt. She didn’t wear a bra and left her three buttons of her blouse undone to show off her cleavage, idly hoping to entice Neighors. But then she shook her head as she headed out the door. “This is silly,” she said to herself. “Neighbors hasn’t even made a pass at me. And another thing, what if we did fool around and I still didn’t get the deal? I’d feel like an idiot. It’s foolish to even consider this stuff.”

Janet met Neighbors in the lobby and he whistled in admiration when he saw her He held her at arms length and looked her up and down lasciviously. “Janet, you are a simply gorgeous lady. I hope you forgive me, but I am not going to be able to keep my eyes off of you tonight.”

Janet laughed demurely, “That’s very nice of you to say, Jim. But let’s go eat, now, shall we? I’m starving.”

“Certainly,” he said, offering her his arm. “I like a woman with a healthy appetite.”

They took a cab to Del Frisco’s which is a fancy corporate steakhouse. During the ride over, they chatted about their spouses and took turns showing photos of their children. Janet relaxed as it was firmly established that they were both happily married. They arrived at the place and were seated immediately. Janet was glad that her boss had made standing reservations for the entire week of the convention because the place was packed.

After they were seated and had placed their orders, Janet leaned forward and said, “So let’s get down to business, shall we?”

Neighbors gazed down at her cleavage and smiled broadly, “Oh yes, let’s. Now look, most of these software suites are roughly comparable. Maybe yours is a bit more expensive, but the others require more customization so for me, the differentiating factor is customer service. I want a company that goes above and beyond the call of duty.”

“Well, you know, we have the highest rated customer service in this space. I assume you saw the Gartner report?” said Janet smoothly, trying to ignore Jim’s lewd attention to her boobs.

“Sure, sure,” said Neighbors dismissively. “But what I want is that personal touch, the intangibles that don’t come across in cold corporate report cards.”

“Uh, Ok,” gulped Janet. “Well, I will be your dedicated sales representative. You can contact me at any time and I will work closely with you to make sure you are happy.” This is just the sort of thing that all sales reps say, but Janet felt weird saying it in this context.

“Yes, that’s what I want to hear,” said Neighbors reaching over to put his hand on Janet’s thigh.

Janet’s pulse quickened as Jim rubbed her thigh. A thrill ran through her body as a strange man touched her thigh for the first time in years. She was torn and couldn’t decide whether to tell him to stop or not, so she just smiled weakly at Neighbors.

“Janet, can I ask you By Casino a question?” he said softly.

“Sure, Jim,” she stammered, her breath coming faster as she tried to ignore the way he was sliding his hand along her stockinged thigh and up under the hem of her skirt.

“Why didn’t you wear a bra tonight?” he asked simply.

Janet expelled a heavy breath and put her hand on top of Jim’s, but she didn’t pull his away. She steeled herself and coyly responded, “Why, is that a problem?”

Jim laughed and slipped his hand down between her legs to tickle her inner thighs. She gasped in response but said nothing. “Oh, no. I was just wondering if you were planning on unbuttoning a few more buttons and showing me… a little more.”

Janet’s heart was racing and she felt herself getting wet from Jim’s advances. “Uh, it’s pretty crowded in here…” she said nervously looking around the bustling restaurant.

“Yes, it is, isn’t it,” he said devilishly as he rubbed her thigh.

“You are very naughty,” said Janet, struggling to catch her breath.

“I thought you wanted to make me happy…” he said with a playful pout.

“Oh boy,” gulped Janet. She had to admit, that the idea of flashing her tits to a client in a crowded Manhattan steak house did turn her on. She surreptitiously unfastened a couple more buttons of her blouse but held it closed. The server stopped by and Janet nearly had a heart attack.

“Can I take these plates away, folks?” asked the attractive young woman. She gave no sign that she noticed how far Janet’s blouse was undone. She just smiled and cleared the table. “I’ll be right back with a dessert menu.”

When the server departed, Janet gave a quick look around the restaurant and whispered, “Are you ready?”

“Whenever you are,” responded Neighbors hungrily.

The place was too crowded to say for sure, but when Janet felt that probably no one was watching she opened her blouse quickly and let Jim see her nipples. They were stiff already but she pinched them for emphasis, smiling at Jim sweetly as she did so before quickly closing her blouse again.

“I say!” he exclaimed, “That’s good stuff!” Sweat was beaded up on his forehead and his eyes were glassy with lust.

“Did you like that?” Janet asked innocently. She was amazed that she had the guts to do it, but now she felt that she had Neighbors in the palm of her hand.

“Feel for yourself,” he said gruffly, grabbing her hand and putting it in his lap so that she could feel the lump in his trousers. Janet laughed in surprise and just then the server came back with the dessert menus.

The young woman delicately ignored the fact that Janet had her hand in Jim’s lap and just started explaining the dessert specials. “We have a pomegranate creme brulee with an apricot preserve on the side. Also a special port.”

As the server went on, Janet mischievously squeezed Jim’s bulge causing it to grow stiffer and also causing all the blood to drain from his face. The server studiously completed reciting the specials and waited for their order.

“Are you going to have anything, darling?” Janet asked Jim sweetly, pretending to be his wife.

“Oh no, I’m fine,” he croaked, barely able to breathe.

“Are you sure?” asked Janet, squeezing his thing insistently while the server stood by. Janet assumed from the way she blushed slightly that the young woman suspected what was going on under the table, but she did a good job of looking toward the ceiling as she waited for the order. Jim was clearly too stricken to respond, so Janet gently released him and put her hand primly back into her lap.

“We are fine, dear. Just the check, please,” said Janet.

“Certainly, ma’am,” said the server with relief and hurried away.

“Janet, that was… wow,” stammered Jim wiping his brow with his napkin. “I thought I was going to have a stroke when you gripped me in front of the server like that.”

“What was that in your pocket, anyway?” asked Janet fiendishly. “Are you carrying a billy club in your pants?”

Jim just broke out laughing as the server brought the check. Janet put her own card down and help up her hand when Jim started to complain. “Oh no, I insist.”

Jim put his wallet back and nodded graciously, “Alright, thank you, Janet.”

Janet’s mind was reeling as they walked out to grab a cab back to the hotel. She couldn’t believe that she had flashed her boobs and grabbed a strange man’s crotch. The fact that Jim was a prospective client suddenly meant nothing. She felt an incredible rush as she discovered this sexually aggressive side of herself. She was also starting to suspect that she might be an exhibitionist which she had never really considered before. So she was lost in thought when Jim started talking.

“What’s that?” she asked in confusion.

“Here’s a cab, Janet,” he said patiently.

As they were driving back downtown, Jim said, “Wow, that was some dinner. I won’t forget that one any time soon.”

“Why By Casino Giriş is that, Jim?” asked Janet, casually allowing her blouse to fall open again, exposing her large pale breasts.

“Uh,” he said, at a loss for words as he stared at her hard pink nipples.

Janet casually unzipped Jim’s fly and extracted his penis in the darkened back seat of the cab. It was a familiar action, which she had done with her husband countless times, though Jim’s phallus was smaller and more crooked than Rodney’s. But this cabbie was more observant than the ones back home. He looked in the rear view mirror suspiciously.

“Hey, what are you doing back there?” he demanded.

“Why we are just trying to have a business conversation,” replied Janet indignantly. “Just drive please and mind your own business.”

“If you make a mess back there, it is my business,” muttered the cabby to himself.

Jim stared in amazement at Janet’s audacity and gripped her boobs in his hands as she gently stroked his cock.

“Now where were we?” asked Janet. “Oh yes, as I was saying, we strive to give our customers the very best experience possible.” She tugged on Jim’s member for emphasis. “So if there is ever any way I can be of assistance, don’t hesitate to call me.”

“Oh yes,” he said distractedly pinching her nipples with fervor.

Janet stroked him more and more firmly until she felt him on the verge of ejaculating, then she stopped suddenly and pulled away from him, closing her blouse modestly. The cab was just pulling up to the hotel, so she felt that she timed things pretty well. “Well, here we are!” she said brightly, hopping out of the car. Then she bent over and whispered to the driver, “Don’t worry, I stopped before he could make a mess.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” said the driver grudgingly.

“Good night, JIm. I had a marvelous time,” she called buttoning her blouse rapidly.

“Janet, wait!” cried Jim, flinging cash at the driver and awkwardly struggling to zip up his fly and climb out of the car at the same time. “Don’t you want to come up and have a night cap?”

“No thank you,” she called politely over her shoulder.

“But, but, what about customer service?” he said, trailing after her, trying to keep his voice down as passers by looked at him oddly.

“Why, customer service is for customers, Jim,” replied Janet, stopping in her tracks and putting her hands on her hips. “Surely you know that.”

“Yes, I see,” he said distractedly, nursing his crotch to hide his raging hardon.

“Good night, then,” she said cheerfully, giving him a hug and peck on the cheek.

“Yes, good night, Janet,” he said, gazing with longing at her nice round rump as she sashayed away.

The next day Janet met with time and Carla in one of the hotel suite reserved by her company for staging, to plan the day’s activities.

“Carla, I need you to write up a revised proposal for PartsCo. Change the support plan to a three year term at the platinum level,” said Janet sternly, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Tim nearly choked on his coffee, “Janet! Do you realize that practically doubles the cost of the project? You are going to sink the entire deal!”

“I met with Neighbors last night and he said that service was our companies differentiating advantage,” said Janet, giving Tim a steely look.

“Service huh?” asked Carla wagging her eyebrows at Janet behind Tim’s back. “Sounds like the meeting went pretty well.”

“I think so,” said Janet smugly. “He revealed that offering an outstanding customer experience would help us stand apart from the competitors.”

“Are you sure they won’t get sticker shock?” asked Tim skeptically.

“Do you really want us to be the budget option?” returned Janet forcefully.

Carla just smiled at Janet in admiration.

“Ok, we do it your way,” said Tim rubbing his head. “But this will be your show. If it goes through you will win big. If it tanks… well, you know what happens.”

“I am OK with that,” said Janet, calmly meeting his gaze.

They completed their plans for the day and Carla took Janet aside as Tim left the room. “So how far did you go?” she asked scandalously.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you are talking about, darling,” sniffed Janet, putting her nose in the air.

“Ok, play dumb, that’s fine. Just answer me this, straight or crooked?” asked Carla with a lecherous grin.

“Crooked and small,” laughed Janet with a wink, turning to walk away.

Carla just put her hand to her mouth in disbelief and then broke out laughing. “I didn’t think you had it in you!” she called.

“I haven’t had it in me… yet,” replied Janet as she walked out the door. She heard the cackle of Carla’s laughter all the way down the hall.

When she returned home to Rodney, Janet didn’t feel the slightest pang of guilt. It’s true that she enjoyed her little encounter with Neighbors, and she actually felt that she had a sort of sexual awakening. But she was was sure that Rodney would forgive her. She was more worried that she had overplayed her hand and the dread of losing the sale and possibly her job loomed over her. Then one day, she got a call at home as she was ready to head to work.

“Carla? This is Tim,” said her boss as she answered the phone.

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The Townhouse Encounters Ch. 02

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Oh my evil neighbor Tina, prancing about the backyard in skimpy clothes again. I know she knows I am watching her. She just loves to be a tease; why else would she do it? Yesterday it was a loose sundress that allowed me to watch her beautiful breasts bouncing about. Today it is a tight pair of shorts and a sports bra.

I was mesmerized as well as getting turned on by watching her make her way around her garden. She would bend over sticking her ass right out towards me. I was becoming hard and started rubbing my cock through my basketball shorts. It wasn’t very long before I let them drop and just started stroking my cock right there. Unfortunately, just then she went into her place. I grunted in disappointment, her husband was home.

Just then I was startled by a loud thump. I turned my head towards the noise and saw the lady who lived next door. I was just about to grab my shorts and run in embarrassment, when I noticed she was standing there naked. She had one hand on her mound and the other on her left breast.

I knew that Erica was a widow because I had gone over to her place to fix a few items for her. She was a sweet woman about forty-five years old and had graying streaks in her blonde hair which she usually had curled. To me she was a classic beauty who was just getting to that point where she was just getting wrinkles and gravity was just starting to weigh on her body. I have seen her coming home from work a few times and she can still turn a young mans head, especially when she dresses for a night on the town.

She stood there on the other side of the patio door, half startled and half nervous. Her face had turned scarlet. I motioned her to open the door.

“I am so sorry, I just came out of the shower and saw you standing there rubbing yourself and I just couldn’t help myself.”

“I am flattered; I would have expected a call to the police.”

“Are you kidding the last time you came over to fix the hook up for the washer I wanted to throw you on the ground and fuck you silly.”

“I would not have stopped you” I answered with a cocky tone in my voice.”

She was starting to rub her clean shaven pussy again,” Would you like to come over and have some fun?”

I started to stroke my cock again and caress my balls, “I would love to.”

Instead of dressing and going downstairs I vaulted over the divider between our patios. As I walked up to her I could smell jasmine. It was also the first time I really noticed her green eyes. Yes, I would definitely say she was an attractive woman. She greeted me with a kiss. He lips were soft and her ByCasino breath hinted of wine.

She grabbed the back of my head and parted my lips with her tongue. She sighed deep and her kiss became aggressive. I reached around her and grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. She melted into my arms and ran her fingernails down my back. Just before pulling back she gave me a stiff smack on my ass.

She grabbed my hand and led me to a lounger on the patio, “Have a seat, please.”

She then moved another lounger next to it facing the opposite direction and said, “I would like to masturbate with you, that ok by you?”

“Yes, fine by me,” as I sat down on the cushion.

I watched her experienced fingers caress her nipples, rolling them between her forefingers and her thumbs. She moaned with each pull or pinch. Her tongue licked her lips in between moans. She would arch her back slightly and spread her legs apart slightly.

I could see how wet she was when she spread her legs apart. With her watching intently I slid my hand down my chest and across my belly slowly. I was teasing her with the anticipation. I finally let my hand slip down to my now rock hard cock and wrapped my fingers around it. I stroked it slowly to start off with. I opened my eyes wider as I looked into hers.

She was sucking on one of her fingers, rolling her tongue around the end. At the same time she ran her other hand down to her glistening pussy. With care and softness she rolled her clit between two fingers. Her body squirmed around on the cushion and she moaned louder. Within moments her body was quivering from an orgasm. While powerful she kept her orgasm quiet.

I caressed my balls with one hand and stroked with the other, enjoying every second of her strong release. I closed my eyes for a few moments enjoying the sensation of my cock tingling. I opened my eyes as I felt a velvety soft touch on my hands.

She was now bending over at the foot of the lounger. Her breasts hanging just inches from my legs. She removed my hands and wrapped hers around my cock and squeezed it hard. A drop of precum built up on the end. She leaned in and licked it off my cock. The sensation of her warm wet tongue on my cock sent a shiver up my spine.

She excused herself and went in the house. She returned quickly and now had a small bottle in hand. It appeared to be lube but I couldn’t see the label. She squirted some on her hand and then rubbed her hands together. She grabbed my cock and slathered it in this warm wet solution. Her hands working in an upward motion By Casino one hand following the other. It wasn’t very long before I noticed my cock was numb.

“Hey what’s with this stuff?”

“I want you to fuck me till I, am done”, her voice was more commanding than before. “Is that a problem?”

“No, none at all, I’ll fuck ya till we are both raw.”

I laid the lounger back until it was flat and she lifted a leg over me and squatted down over my face. Her lips and soaking wet pussy were just inches from my tongue and lips. I reached out with my tongue and I felt the soft flesh of her swollen mound. I licked her gently at first and then more vigorously. The rougher my tongue was on her the more she would grind her pussy into my face. I could feel the wetness of her honey as it cascaded down my cheeks. It wasn’t long before she was moaning again from a violent orgasm.

She leaned down to kiss me passionately, our tongues dancing around each other enjoying the musky juice she covered my face with. Her lithe frame slid down my body until she was resting her hips against mine and my cock was resting against her ass. She grabbed my cock and then lowered herself on me. Although I was mostly numb I could feel the warmth as my cock slid in between her lips and deep inside her.

Her hips rocked back and forth when she would grind her body against mine. Her moans grew louder and louder as her gyration gained speed. She reached back and caressed my balls. I reached up and grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples hard. Her head flew back and she inhaled deeply when her body began shuddering from yet another orgasm.

“Come!” She demanded, taking me by the hand.

We walked into the house and she leaned over the table in her dining room. Bent over the table opened up her ass and pussy for full view. Her pussy was shining in the light with all of her juices just oozing out. I grabbed my cock and smacked her pussy and ass with it. She was so sensitive that she would moan and gasp with each slap. I pressed the head of my cock against her lips and it popped in easily. I immediately started to ram my cock hard into her. She could barely stand up against my hard thrusts. I leaned forward to deepen the angle and in a matter of seconds she was grunting loudly as her body convulsed. This time though her pussy showered me with a warm wet orgasm.

Her teeth gritted tightly together and in a deep grunt, “Don’t you fucking stop, not yet!”

“You’re an animal, your insatiable”; I panted wiping sweat from my brow.

With that she rolled on By Casino Giriş her back on the table and grabbed hold of my cock. She pulled me in until I was close. She wrapped her legs around my back and like a python drew me in. My cock was dark red and purple and swollen beyond what I thought it could. I was only now just starting to get feeling back since that cream. I entered her once again and began to thrust with might. Our bodies slapped together loudly with each ram to the hilt. She was grunting again with a twisted expression of both ecstasy and wanton desire.

It seemed like an eternity but I was starting to feel that tingling in my cock that said I could relieve my pent up load as well as appease this maniac who was impaling herself on my manhood. Our sweaty, rough session was leaving both of us exhausted but she would not stop till I came for her now. I looked down at her pussy as I moved my cock in and out and noticed how red it was.

Even with her mound seeming to be almost raw she moved her hand to her clit and feverishly rubbed her extra swollen clit. Her hand moved so fast it looked like she was having some kind of seizure. Her face contorted as if it looked like she was going to howl. She gasped and wheezed when she inhaled and was crying out when she exhaled. Soon enough she was spasming from another strong orgasm and exploded stronger that the last. Another gush of fluid bathed my cock and legs. I could feel her pussy clamping down on my cock with each wave.

This time though with all the clenching her pussy was giving my cock I felt myself building to orgasm, “Oh fuck, I am gonna cum!”

With that she slid off the table and in one motion she grabbed my cock and took all of me into her mouth. “Cum on baby, I want it all.”

Her tongue and lips hit just the right spots and I felt the rush. My cock rocketed jet after jet of cum into her waiting mouth and she swallowed every last bit. Her tongue was licking every last inch of my cock, making sure to get every last drop that oozed from the tip.

She looked exhaustedly into my eyes; “Let’s go relax in my hot tub.”

“That sounds great.”

“It’s downstairs in the rec-room, let me get something cold and I will join you shortly.”

I strolled down to her rec-room which was a veritable adult toy catalog display room. I was overwhelmed by the amount of entertainment that could be found. Her phone rang as I was getting into the hot tub and I heard her talking to someone on the phone but was too interested in relaxing to pay attention. Before long she was making her way down the stairs with two glasses of iced tea.

She slipped into the hot tub and asked, “Do you like my de-stressing room?”

“It is interesting, I’ll give you that.”

“We’ll we will see just how interesting you find it.” Smirking with an evil grin, she sipped from her glass.

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The Surrogate Ch. 04

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It had been six months since she had been with John and Sommer was missing it. The feeling of how wet he made her, how hard her nipples got when he rubbed and pinched them, and sucked on them until they were so sensitive they almost hurt. That nearly bestial noises he made when he was just about to cum. How it felt to have his already thick cock swell even larger before it began to jerk violently and fill her with warm cum. Feeling the huge crown of his cock against her deepest center, spewing what always felt like gallons of cum into her. How hard she came when he thrust into her through the throws of her own orgasm before he collapsed on her and they lay in silence, trying to catch their breath before they either went to sleep or went for another round.

That was why she had called him, told him they were going to dinner and ‘hang out’ after. They both knew what that meant. She had felt the anticipation low in her belly, that exquisite awesome feeling that would that would come later as she waited all through dinner, made small talk, tried not to just say, ‘hey let’s just say fuck this and go back to your place and see how many time we can get each other off before we pass out’. Fucking him one last time in the morning gingerly because of how sore she felt after the long night of rough mutual treatment, taking her sweet time riding his length until he finally came again. Then she would dress, head home and relish the sordid overly wet feeling of his spent orgasm in her and then sullying her sexy panties until she finally took a shower and washed off the sweat and scent of him.

Then she would schedule another row with him as soon as possible.

All of this came crashing down when he had agreed to dinner but told her he didn’t think he could hang out afterword.

Her fantasy died bitterly as he explained that he and Brit had decided to become monogamous all of a sudden. That they had become serious over the last couple of months and would not be able to play like they used to.

And to make things worse, he said those words she had said to more than one guy in her life, “that they could still be friends”

How in the hell could she just be friends with him? Just sit there at dinner and parties and other bull shit gathering she knew she would be invited to. Forced to watch he and Brit be all cutesy poo with each other. And not just he want for him either, forced not to miss the near angelic sculpted figure of Brit squatting down over her face, a mischievous grin on her amazing features as she placed her waxed pussy over Sommer’s face, the sounds she made while Sommer worked her tongue as deeply as possible inside her, sucked on her clit and clutched her perfectly sculpted ass in her hands roughly trying to pull her harder into her mouth. Not miss the sounds of her cries as Brit arched her back and came, screaming and making the most amazing and sexual faces as her abs flexed in the involuntary contractions of ecstasy.

And suddenly she had been forced out of their circle.

She knew she could still call on any one of the others they had brought into their trysts over the year and a half they had been at this open relationship. Cole, Hanna, Jason, Ivana. Any of them would certainly answer a call for a night of sweaty, wanton sex.

No, she was going to have him again, her too if she could, but she would taste John again. Feel him buck within her, feel his cum coat her insides and set her aflame again. Taste him on her tongue as she looked up at him and felt his thick cock flex in her mouth and throat. Swallowing him down and sucking on his glans until he finally forced her away from his overly sensitive cock.

So she had agreed to dinner, to catch up and see what indeed this ‘friendship’ would entail.

She stood in front of her mirror in her large bedroom, freshly showered and lotioned. She knew her skin was as soft as silk, her time at the gym with Brit had hardened her thighs and ass and cleared up all but the barest hint of any extra weight around her waist, she wasn’t willing to get abs, she wanted a bit of softness there, the healthy tan of her skin, the tribal ‘tramp stamp’ she had gotten in college she hid from most but had let John paint with his cum on more occasions than she could count looking dark and dangerous above the swell of her ass as she let her hand roam over her hard earned beauty. Through her bobbed shoulder length hair, down her kissable neck, over the swell of her 34DD cup breasts that only sagged a bit as she lifted them and pinched her nipples till they hardened before her eyes in the low light of her bedroom. Down over her torso, over the small stone she wore in her navel, and finally down to her bare pussy, her plump lips swollen in anticipation of the seduction to come.

She would have him she told herself as she stepped into her pink thong and drew it up her thighs, sighing at how aroused she was even as the light silky fabric lay against her clit and made the nagging between her legs a bit louder as she clasped her matching bra, donned her silky blouse and drew her short yet tasteful ByCasino skirt up her legs and into place. Once she had donned shoes and jewelry she gazed again at herself, applying the barest amount of makeup, just enough for social convention before she heard her phone buzz and went downstairs, seeing John’s car parked out front.

It was maybe a bit wrong to seduce him when he was trying to be good, trying to keep to his woman, so few men seemed to do that anymore. But tonight she didn’t want him to be a good man, she wanted him to be that guy, the guy that would let her rule him until it was time to take the reins and claim her, own her, fuck her hard and rough in every which way until she was sated, if that ever came.

***

After 20 minutes of absolute torture, Sommer knew this would be a lot harder that she thought. He had picked a nice restaurant, opened her door for her, and hugged her when they first saw each other. She pressed her large breasts into him and sank into his embrace, her nipples were so hard they hurt. He smelled so fucking good, his muscles were like iron against her as her entwined her in a hug that was as exciting as it was frustratingly chaste.

They had sat and drank and made small talk. Nothing she did even seemed to move him any closer to dragging her into the bathroom stall, bending her over, tearing her panties off and fucking the shit out of her while they struggled unsuccessfully to be quite in the public stall.

Christ she was like a junky for it, but not just it, him. The way he laughed when she said something funny, the strangely goofy and vulnerable way he could be when he wanted to. The series of ultra-masculine, almost bestial grunts he made right before he came. The way he clutched and pulled her tight against him as he knelt behind her, filling her with his molten seed. The way his hand would absently play with the swell of her hip when she lay half dozing against him.

And now he sat there, talking about something not sex or lust related, dodging every attempt she made to push the conversation in that direction, his USMC shirt tight against his chiseled body.

Sommer heard his phone buzz and used that as an excuse to go use the ladies room. As she closed the door to the stall she cursed quietly. She didn’t see a way she could get ahold of his cock. He had kept the talk about Brit down, she had noticed, maybe he didn’t even realize he was avoiding talking about her but Sommer could tell he was.

Maybe there was a chance, or maybe he was just trying not to make this new status between them any harder than it was. Sommer cursed again, there he goes being all noble and awesome and completely annoyingly a good guy. IT made her angry but it also made her want him inside her even more. Worse yet, her pussy was absolutely drenched, sopping wet was the best way to describe it, her pretty pink thong felt like coils of tiny wet string rubbing maddenly against her clit and overly sensitive lips. She didn’t even have to use the damn bathroom, just a moment away so she didn’t have to fucking look at him, imagine him slamming into her, pulling out to leave her gaping before he shoved his glorious tongue into her to fill that void and taste her torrent of post orgasmic juices before he went back to work on her.

She couldn’t take it anymore, the feeling of her panties scrapping along her lips and clit, only compounding how horny she felt and her near desperate need to cum. Pulling her skirt up to her waist she hooked her thumbs into the nigh microscopic straps of her thong and pulled it down her legs. Jesus, it clung to her pussy before finally pulling away and she let a moan escape her lips at the feeling off the air on her naked and wet flesh. Yup, the thong was a much darker shade of pink and as wet as if she had gone swimming in it. She could smell her arousal, that unmistakable odor of pussy and arousal that was far from bad and made her want push her panties inside her mouth and taste herself as she had done on more than one occasion after a long night with John and Brit.

Then an idea struck her, something so naughty that she bit her lip and giggled. Sitting back down on the seat, she lifted both her legs up and spread them wide, she could feel her lips part, feel herself open and swore she felt a trickle of juice run down her pussy and cradle in her ass deliciously. With slow and measured movements she pulled herself further open, spread herself wide, sucking air through clenched teeth at how good it felt to touch herself. Biting her lip to keep from groaning she touched her wadded up panties to her open hole and began to tuck them up inside.

Christ this was so dirty, Sommer thought as she panted and moaned as softly as she could as she tucked more and more of the tiny garment up inside her drenched pussy with her now slippery fingers. She had seen it on a porno once, watched the starlet play with her beautiful gash until she was just about to cum over and over, tease herself nearer and nearer to release before she tucked her tiny panties up inside herself and By Casino then finally strummed her clit like a champion banjo player to an earth shattering orgasm, then slowly pull them free of her still clenching pussy, sodden with her orgasm.

With one final push, her pretty pink undies disappeared fully into her juicy hole. Closing her legs, she placed fingers one either side of her clit, the pressure alone and the sordid foreignness of her panties inside her nearly set her off immediately, good thing too because she knew it was only a matter of time before someone walked in. Shaking her hand and imaging the fullness of her plan was all it took, after all the buildup through dinner, a couple of tiny movements later and she was gasping and clenching, cumming harder than she had in weeks, popping twice in succession before she heard the door to the ladies room open and she quickly composed herself, the aftershocks of the powerful contractions low in her belly making it hard to right herself on the toilet and still keep herself quiet.

Standing up on wobbly legs, Sommer pulled her skirt back down to its place halfway down her thighs, her soggy panties still wedged inside her. Reaching up, and taking a deep breath to stabilize herself she slid a finger between her lips, fishing around until she found a strap of her panties. Hooking the savaged garment she began to pull when she heard a knock at the stall door.

“Excuse me sweetie, are you about done it’s kind of an emergency.” A sweet voice said from just beyond the door. Sommer pulled her finger free, quickly sucked her succulent juice from it and then unlocked the door, moving past the cute young woman before washing her hands and leaving the bathroom to rejoin her “date”, her panties still firmly wedged inside her pussy which was still drooling around the invading garment, her orgasms having done almost nothing to turn down the heat deep inside her.

It didn’t make it any better as she walked across the restaurant and John hit her with his cunt drenching smile the moment he saw her coming back across the dining room.

“Thought I lost you there for a minute.” He said, Sommer blushed a bit as she knew she had been a few minutes but wished he could have seen her tucking her knickers inside herself and cumming with her legs spread wide in a small bathroom of an upscale restaurant.

“Not likely hon.” Sommer said with a flirty wink, squeezing her thighs together and clenching her pussy tight around her panties. She tried to continue with light conversation as they ate, reaching down one in a while to run a finger over her clit throughout the meal, each time nearly setting herself into orbit.

They drank, laughed and had a really nice evening. John seemed to be totally oblivious to how desperately horny the gorgeous woman across from him was, likely leaving a wet spot on the chair beneath her, one that would have been huge had her needy pussy not been plugged with her hopelessly drenched panties.

They sat finishing their wine when John’s phone rang again, this time she did not excuse herself.

It was Brit, she could tell by the sappy look on his sexy face. Sommer felt her resentment rising again. She was in a tough spot. She wanted, no needed to keep fucking John. He was just about the perfect man if there was such a thing. Massive cock that he knew how to use, nice to look at, nearly flawless body, smart and well-spoken as well as about as masculine as you could get without being a complete douche.

It simply was not fair at all that Brit wanted him all to herself. What were they going to settle down, start a family, get married and start firing kids out? Not likely. Sommer and Brit had been friends for a while and nothing about her amazing friend said she wanted to do any of that. They were relatively young and once her divorce from Duke had been final, Brit had said nothing but bad things about marriage. And Kids? Nope, she would not want to put her body through all that. Getting back to her nigh goddess-like appearance was possible but very difficult and as hard as she had worked to get where she was it was highly doubtful that she would risk fucking that up, even for a kid.

“We should go hon, they probably want this table.” John said, pulling her from her thinking as he put his phone away and stood up. Sommer tried not to groan as she saw the lump in the front of his jeans, it took everything she had not to reach out and grab it. Christ she was like a damn freak, barely able to sit still. Fuck it, good dick was hard to find and this was exceptional dick, so it was really really hard to find.

Sommer drank down the rest of her wine and stood up, letting him take the lead so she could enjoy looking at his fine, squat hardened ass as they walked out to his car. Yeah she was gonna have to have him tonight or have him drop her at a club so she could pick up some poor hapless college guy, just to take the edge off. It would suck but it would at least be better than going home alone.

Not by much though.

He talked a bit as they drove, By Casino Giriş traffic was light on the freeway and with the windows down she was enjoying the breeze and the time but it frustrated her with equal measure. Time to get this seduction rolling.

“So you and Brit taking it pretty serious huh?” Sommer asked, watching him shift uncomfortably in his seat. He didn’t want to talk about it but fuck it, Sommer had never been accused and being anything but direct.

“Yeah, started out that way, she wanted to see if we could make a go at the whole adult relationship thing.” John said finally.

“Fun.” Sommer said, hearing the resentment in her own voice. “So you really want to just be friends with me, both of you want that?”

“Sommer…” John started but Sommer kept on.

“This really sucks John, neither of you asked me how I felt, how this would affect me.” Sommer said, she was really working hard not to cry. She was pissed, sad, horny beyond words, and felt a tiny bit betrayed. Was it more than just stellar dick she was mad about losing, was it more than that? Sommer couldn’t tell and didn’t care right now, she was just pissed she had not even been consulted.

“We didn’t want to hurt you in this.”

“Well you did, and Brit said nothing about it last time we went out. Not even a hint. What did I do? How is she so much better than me that you have to throw me head first into the friend zone?” Sommer asked, her eyes wet, her pussy suddenly not so much, but she still felt the burn in her belly, but it was more than that, she wanted him for more than just tonight, not sure what exactly but a onetime deal was not going to cut it and she knew that.

“It’s not about that, Sommer. She and I have talked about this and we decided to move forward with it. It’s not about you being better or worse than anyone. I really enjoy what we do both with and…without Brit in the room.” John said, his eyes leaving the road for jut an instant, lighting on her thighs, which had crept into view from her windblown skirt.

Sommer moved closer to him in her seat, pulling her legs up under her. She moved over and lay her head up by his ear, when she felt the tension in his body; he wasn’t done talking.

“We can’t keep going like this, the three of us.” John said flatly, but as Sommer looked up she saw that his eyes we not on the road but on her mostly exposed thighs as the wind from the open windows pushed it up over her well-toned thighs.

He was weakening, Sommer couldn’t help but smile.

“I think we can, I know I want to, and it looks like you want to too.” Sommer said as she reached down and pulled her skirt up a bit more, exposing her pussy to him. He had seen it many times before but she saw his eyes get a bit bigger at the sight of her swollen pussy lips, one loop of her panties sticking out just a tiny bit.

“You need to stop. I told you how things have to be.” John said but he had to tear his eyes of my newly soaked pussy as Sommer began gently tugging on the thong strap, moving it within me but not pulling them out, my other hand snuck up to the front of my blouse, pulling it down so her bra covered breasts were exposed. He looked up to Sommer’s breasts, then to her eyes. He was totally hers now, it was time to really let her freak loose, make sure he kept it a party of three for the foreseeable future.

Sommer pulled one of her tits free, the nipple was large and erect and nearly so painful with need to be sucked, licked and bitten. Releasing her nipple she leaned up and dropped her hand on his knee, her other hand still lightly tugging on her wedged panties, her thumb brushed her engorged clit every so often and was likely leaving a nice puddle on his seat.

“You shouldn’t be doing this Sommer.” John was still fighting me until I felt his cock running down his pant leg. He gasped and she felt his cock get even harder. He was barely audible over the windows.

Leaning forward and right up to his ear, running her tongue over his earlobe before she whispered, “Shouldn’t and going to are very different things baby.”

As she whispered she reached down and undid his belt, she felt the car begin to slow and noted he turned off the freeway onto a surface street and then into a darkened parking lot.

“Sommer…” John began to speak, but Sommer pressed a finger to his lips, wet from her over excited pussy and then pushed it into his mouth. When she felt his tongue swirl around it she got even wetter if that was possible.

“Shhh…We aren’t gonna talk anymore we are just gonna feel.” She undid the clasp of his belt as she felt the car pull to a stop in the darkened parking lot, her mouth was watering as she unsnapped his pants and pulled the zipper down, her moth watering as she saw the bulge in his pants.

There it was, straining against his sporty boxer briefs, the glans of it pushing against the waistband and darkening the elastic around it with fluid. He didn’t protest as she pulled the bar beneath the seat and scooted it back roughly. She gasped as she felt him reach up and pinch lightly her exposed nipple, looking up into his eyes he was so wanton, she could see the fight leave his eyes if it was really there to begin with. His mouth gaped a bit as he breathed heavily, she smiled and reached down and pulled his cock free of his underwear.

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Amanda shuddered as the final wave of her orgasm washed over her.

Leaning up from the passenger seat, she looked over at the driver – Will – a co-worker of hers had seduced and charmed her nearly three weeks ago and was now her total obsession.

Having just watched her pleasure herself to a muscle-quivering crescendo, Will was trying to focus on driving while also stroking himself slowly.

Amanda didn’t waste any time, unbuckling her seatbelt and leaning over the center console, her hand reaching out to replace his where it slowly slid up and down his shaft. She squeezed gently as her fingers wrapped around it.

“Ah, ah, ah…” Will said, causing Amanda to pause. “Shirt off, first.” He commanded.

Something about the confidence and utter authority in his voice turned Amanda on even more. She complied immediately, wordlessly pulling her blouse over her head and reaching behind to unhook her bra.

Will gawked, as he always did, at Amanda’s beautiful body. Her tiny frame somehow managed to support a gloriously large and surprisingly perky set of tits. Though his current responsibilities as the driver of the vehicle prevented him from fully exploring them, he drew in a deep ByCasino breath as a flood of memories from their past adventures rushed in,

Now topless, Amanda suddenly became aware of how exposed they were in the car; free for anyone passing by to see. But, she didn’t care. If anything, it added to the “danger” of it all, and turned her on even more – if that were possible. Her pussy was dripping wet with arousal and the fresh heat of her recent climax.

She leaned over again, once more wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft between Will’s legs. Grasping it firmly, she moved her hand up and down as she leaned over, climbing onto the seat with both knees.

As she lowered her head, Will felt her weight press down on his thigh; felt her breasts brush against his leg. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against her nipples made them even harder.

He layed his head back against the headrest as he felt her soft lips descend down over his throbbing tip. Slowly, lower and lower they went, swallowing every inch of him. Her lips met her hand where it grasped his shaft and together they slid down his engorged rod. Inch by inch he disappeared inside her mouth, filling By Casino her deliciously.

Will let out a soft moan as he felt himself pressed against the back of her throat, every bit of him inside her.

“Oh, God…” he moaned, as she slid her hand and lip in unison back up the length of his shaft. “I love the way you suck my cock.” He proclaimed.

With a popping sound from the suction she lifted her head up, planting a wet kiss on his lips as he fought to maintain view of the road. Her hand continued to stroke his cock as they kissed, but after a few seconds her head was back between his legs, her mouth hungrily devouring him.

Amanda licked and sucked with abandon, her head bobbing up and down, not knowing or not caring who could see as she sucked Will’s cock, desperately trying to make him feel what she felt a moment ago.

With his free hand Will reached over, straining against the tension of his seat belt as he put his hand on Amanda’s bare flesh, exposed after he pulled her skirt up to her waist. A loud smack reverberated through the car as he slapped her ass. His efforts were rewarded by a sensual moan through a mouth stuffed with his hard cock. By Casino Giriş He smiled, relishing the fact that Amanda liked to be submissive, knowing she would do anything he told her to, and the very authority and power he wielded over her was a turn on for both of them.

Amanda could feel Will’s fingers wrapped around the soft bare skin of her ass, struggling to reach her wet pussy as she plunged him in and out of her mouth, slurping and sucking as her saliva spilled out from her lips to run down his pulsating shaft.

“Mmm, if you keep that up I’m going to cum in your mouth…” Will warned.

The thought only made her double her efforts, her tits jiggling and being smashed repeatedly into his thigh as she worked her head up and down, driving his cock as far into her mouth as she could stand, fighting back the urge to gag.

Amanda could feel the car start to decelerate; a few quick turns, and they came to a stop.

She lifted her head to look at Will, wondering where they were and why they had stopped. Her answer was in his eyes; in the unbridled passion and lust she saw there. Her hand still wrapped around his thick member, she could sense the animal rage and passion in him. She heard his heavy breathing, saw his chest move with each breath.

She felt herself give control over to him; of everything. She was his to do with as he pleased, and she closed her eyes in sheer ecstasy as he pushed her back into her seat and climbed on top of her.

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The Stranger

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I cannot sleep. There is a desperate burning in my loins, an emptiness begging to be filled. I climb out of bed and pace the room in my flimsy nightgown. I wore it hoping to entice my husband to make love to me. I practically begged him to fuck me. He said he was tired and rolled over. Now he lies there snoring.

My husband shows no real interest in sex anymore – at least not with me. Occasionally he will climb on top of me, stick his penis into my vagina and quickly deposit his semen. There is no foreplay. He doesn’t even kiss me. I need more than that. I need someone to make me feel like a woman again.

I look out the window. It is raining. I am startled to see a man wearing a hooded rain jacket standing in the yard. I know I should scream for help but I don’t move. The emptiness in my loins draws me to him. One of my fantasies is being taken by a stranger. Lightning flashes and I get a brief glimpse of his rugged face. I shudder.

“It’s only a fantasy,” I tell myself, “It could never really happen. It would be reckless and dangerous.”

Lightning flashes again. He is looking up at me. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive. Moisture gathers in the crevice between my legs. My nipples feel like they are going to burst. I slide a hand under the short hem of my gown to touch myself. I know it’s crazy but I am going to masturbate while looking down at this man I don’t know.

I turn my head to make sure my husband is asleep. When I look back into the yard the stranger is gone. I feel disappointed and cheated. I rub my swollen sex. It feels good, but it’s not the same without the stranger there to watch. I know that I am being silly and pull my hand out from between my legs.

I go downstairs to the kitchen to make sure the door is secure. I look out the kitchen window. Part of me hopes he is still there but the stranger is nowhere to be seen. I nervously open the back door to make sure he is gone. Suddenly he steps out of the shadows and stands directly in front of me.

He is a big man – tall with broad shoulders. I know I should slam the door and scream. I don’t. My heart is racing. Excitement seeps from my body. My swollen nipples burn with desire. I no longer care how dangerous he might be. I want this man to take me, to fill me, to fuck me until I beg him to stop.

I move back from the door practically inviting him to enter. He steps inside. Rain drips from his jacket onto the floor. My heart pounds in my chest with a mixture of fear and excitement. He reaches up to touch my face. His fingers brush across my cheek. Despite the cold rain, his touch burns into my flesh.

My breathing is heavy. My breasts are heaving from the exhilaration I feel. His fingers trace along the line of my jaw. In the darkness I can almost feel his eyes boring into me and telling me of his carnal desires. His huge hand moves down to my neck and then to the deep-cut of my gown. His fingers graze the valley between my breasts.

I am trembling – not with fear, but with need. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for his touch. His hand moves inside my gown and cups my breast as if weighing its fullness. His thumb brushes over the hardened bud poking out from my nipple. I moan softly into the quiet night.

Using both hands the stranger slowly pulls the nightgown up my body. I raise my arms over my head and let him remove it. Lightning flashes through the window exposing my naked body to his gaze. He presses a hand between my legs. His fingers slide across the moist petals of my womanhood. An audible gasp escapes my throat.

The stranger slides a large finger into my moist hole stretching me open. I spread my thighs and tilt my hips forward. He pushes a second finger inside me. My mind is unable to form complete thoughts. I am only aware of the rhythm of his fingers stroking me, filling me, plunging into the depths of my desire. The other hand squeezes the soft tissue of my breast and tortures my burning nipple.

His thumb finds the tiny button at the top of my opening. It is already swollen with excitement. I try to contain the pleasure ByCasino coursing through my loins but it is impossible. I squirm against his hand. My breathing becomes erratic. A series of spasms grip my insides. I let out an audible squeal. My body quivers from the momentary release.

His fingers continue to move inside me. I grab his arm for support. Another series of spasms sends me spinning into a storm of orgasmic bliss. My legs get wobbly. I am shaking uncontrollably. The pleasure is too much. In an act of desperation I squeeze my thighs together and push his hand away. He holds onto me to keep me from collapsing.

The stranger guides me across the room to the kitchen table and sits my naked body in one of the chairs. I am still trembling with excitement. He shrugs off his rain jacket and lets it fall to the floor. He steps directly in front of me. I look up and try to make out his features in the darkness of the night.

A bolt of lightning illuminates the room. The stranger is wearing a black t-shirt molded tightly to his powerful arms and torso. He pulls it over his head and lets it fall to the floor. My eyes travel down his body. Another flash reveals the outline of his firm manhood bulging out from the front of his jeans. I slowly raise my hand and trace my fingertips along the length of his shaft.

My nameless lover unbuckles his belt and pulls down his zipper. Using both hands I tug on his jeans and yank them down his thighs. Another flash from the storm illuminates his erect member straining to rip through a pair of tight briefs. I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down freeing his massive hardness from its prison.

I can barely make out the shadow of his manhood swaying freely only inches from my face. A series of lightning strikes hit close enough to shake the house. The naked flesh of his hard penis comes to life in the strobe-like flashes. My body trembles at the sight of his throbbing member.

I lean forward and swirl my tongue over the tight skin of his crown tracing it along the ridge leading to his shaft. Slowly I explore every inch of his hard flesh with my lips and tongue, kissing down the length to his testicles. I take each one into my mouth before moving back up and sliding my lips over his swollen tip.

It has been much too long since I have pleasured a man this way. I realize how much I have missed the feel of hard flesh sliding through my lips and throbbing against my tongue. I take him deep into my mouth savoring the salty flavor of his manhood. It feels so alive and full of sexual energy. My nipples are bursting with excitement. My pussy seeps with desire.

The dormant skills for pleasuring a man with my mouth quickly return. I move my lips up and down massaging the ridges and veins of his bulging flesh with my tongue. I warp my fingers around the base and stroke him in perfect synchronization with my lips. He puts his hands on my head and rocks back and forth pushing in and out of my mouth to match my movements.

The tingling between my legs can no longer be ignored. I slide a finger along my open folds and find the swollen button pushing out from its little cave. A soft moan is muffled by the massive cock stuffed deep in my mouth. I move my lips up and down his length faster and faster. My moans become louder and more desperate. The pressure in my loins continues to build. It releases with a burst.

“NNNNNNGGGGGMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH…”

He falls from my mouth. My pussy clenches in a series of spasms. Spit drools from my lips and dribbles down my chin. I gasp and cough squeezing my trembling thighs together to contain the explosion. I catch my breath and take him back between my lips. I want to devour his hard flesh and suck the essence from his body. I want to feel his ejaculate fill my mouth and savor the taste of his unbridled passion.

My lips move faster and faster. I pump him with my hand. My tongue swirls around the tight skin of his bulging crown. My fingers gently massage his testicles. I feel them tighten. He swells between my lips. His fingers grip my head. By Casino He thrusts into my mouth and grunts. His creamy essence explodes across my tongue and splashes against the opening to my throat.

I feel him pulse again and again filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of hot ejaculate. I wrap my lips tightly around his flesh and suck the last few vestiges of semen from his spent member. He stays hard. I don’t want to let him go. His warm seed is pooled deep in my mouth. I swirl it around with my tongue and savor the taste. I have become his shameless whore, his wanton slut.

He pulls out. I swallow. The stranger lifts me from the chair like a feather and lays me on the table. He pushes my knees back and spreads my legs. His lips tease the insides of both thighs. He blows gently on my moist folds sending a shiver through my body. His tongue reaches out and flicks over my hard little bud and then plunges into my steamy passage.

“Oh god… yes,” I moan.

He clamps his lips around my quivering plum and continues to pleasure me with his tongue. I squirm on the table and push against his mouth. My hands find the back of his head and try to pull him into me. My moans become louder and more desperate. My thighs begin to shake. My toes curl. The pressure in my belly becomes unbearable. It releases in a violent orgasm.

I buck and jerk against his mouth. Ripples of pleasure grip my insides in a wave of bliss. My shrieks and squeals fill the air. His tongue laps up the juices pouring out from my opening. I move my hands from his head to my breasts. My fingers pinch my burning nipples. I arch my back and grit my teeth. Another wave of spasms grip my pussy.

His tongue moves to my clit fluttering across it like the wings of a hummingbird. Two fingers plunge into my quivering chamber. It feels like my insides are going to burst from the explosions of pleasure gushing out from between my legs. I hear a scream and realized that it has come from my own mouth. My breasts heave up and down as I gasp for air.

My body is still shaking when he finally pulls away. He removes his jeans and kicks off his shoes until he is standing in front of me completely naked. Bolts of lightening reveal a body that looks like a Greek sculpture. His over-sized member juts out from a mass of dark pubic hair. I can see it throbbing with life.

The stranger pulls me towards him until my ass is hanging over the edge of the table. He pushes my legs back towards my shoulders and guides the swollen tip of his huge shaft between my folds. I feel his bulging knob at my entrance and know I am about to get what I have so desperately craved.

“Fuck me,” I hear myself say using words I haven’t said to a man in ages.

His hips leap forward driving his hard meat deep into my body. He plunges into me again stretching my tight passage to accommodate his size. He continues to plow into me filling me like no man has ever filled me. Every nerve ending in my body can feel his hard, almost violent, thrusts.

My head jerks backwards each time he slams into me. He wraps his hands around my thighs to keep my body from sliding away. I grab the sides of the tabletop in a death grip in an attempt to maintain my bearings but it is a losing cause. I feel like I am being torn apart by the non-stop explosions ripping through my pussy.

“God yes… fuck me… FUCK ME…”

My screams of pleasure turn to whimpers of exhaustion. He finally stops moving. His huge cock is still buried deep inside me. The walls of my vagina twitch against him as the convulsions slowly subside. The stranger pulls me into a sitting position and kisses me hard on the lips. He lifts me into the air and cups the cheeks of my ass. I throw my arms around him.

He holds me like a feather with his cock buried deep inside my body. I pull myself up his length and plunge down impaling my pussy on his huge shaft. I do it again and then again and again and again. He guides my movements with his hands and thrusts up into me each time I come crashing down on him.

“Oh god… yes… more… By Casino Giriş fuck me…”

He staggers across the room with me impaled on his stiff shaft. We knock over a chair. I desperately hold on tightly and ride him like the whore I have become. He slams my back against the wall and fucks me hard jerking my head upward on each powerful thrust. My heels dig into the cheeks of his ass. My fingers claw at his back. I sink my teeth into the thin skin of his neck. I can’t get enough.

He pulls me away from the wall and staggers through the open door onto the porch. I desperately cling to him as I continue to pull myself up and slam down on his hard cock driving it deep into my pussy. He steps off the porch. Rain hammers down on our naked bodies. A bolt of lightening flashes dangerously close but I don’t care. All I want is to get fucked by this stranger.

He lowers me to the soaked grass with his cock still buried deep between my legs. I pull my knees to my shoulders and feel him driving straight down into my twitching pussy. He fucks me hard and deep. Explosion after explosion shakes me to the core. My fingernails desperately claw at his back. My screams of pleasure are drowned out by the pounding rain and crashing thunder.

The stranger rolls me over until I am face down on the soaked ground. He lifts my ass into the air and rams his cock deep into my pussy from behind. He slams into me hard and fast driving me across the puddled lawn and through the soaked grass with each powerful thrust. My hand moves under my body. I find my clit.

“OH FUCK… OH FUCK… I’M CUMMING…”

More explosions grip my pussy. The stranger continues to drive his cock between my cheeks and deep into my quivering chamber. I push back against him trying to pull him even further into my womb. My fingers fly across my clit. One orgasm after the next crashes through my exhausted body until my screams turn to whimpers. I am barely conscious when I feel him swell inside me.

I hear his primeval grunt and feel a new warmth spread through my belly as he pumps semen into my body. I squirm against his spewing member. My pussy clenches his thrusting cock trying to squeeze out every drop of his ejaculate into my hungry passage. It seems to go on forever. My body shudders with a final spasm when he is finally finished.

The stranger stays inside me. I feel his heavy weight pressing me into the soaked grass. Rain comes down harder drenching our naked bodies. My pussy twitches against his spent member in a series of post-orgasmic spasms. I continue to squirm against his cock trying to keep this moment alive for as long as I can.

He finally pulls out and stands over me. I roll onto my back and look up at him in the pouring rain. The next flash of lightening shows him staring down at my naked body with a confident smile of conquest on his face. He nods at me and then turns towards the house. I see the powerful cheeks of his buttocks flex as he walks away – the same cheeks that were the force behind his deep thrusts into my body. I shudder.

I continue to lay there letting the rain pound down on me. I feel his essence slowly seeping out from between my legs and realize that he might have impregnated me. I haven’t been on birth control for over a year. I was hoping to start a family, but my husband fucks me so rarely that it hasn’t happened. It should bother me that a stranger might be the father of my baby but it doesn’t. A part of me hopes I am pregnant.

I watch him enter the house. I finally get up from the soaked grass and stagger on wobbly legs towards the back door. The stranger, now fully dressed, meets me on the porch . He grabs my naked body and kisses me hard on the lips. He finally lets me go. The stranger doesn’t say a word as he disappears around the corner. I wonder if I will ever see him again.

I find my nightgown and pull it over my head. I notice his briefs sitting on the kitchen table. I lift them to my nose and smell a strong fragrance of semen and pussy. He must have used them to clean his cock. I shamelessly slide a hand under my gown and rub my pussy while holding his sex-stained briefs to my nose. I feel like such a slut.

I return to the bedroom and hide the briefs in my dresser. My husband is still snoring. I climb into bed and slowly drift off to sleep with a satisfied smile on my face.

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The Sisterhood Ch. 01

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Chapter 1

The Games Begin

Five friends. That’s all it was. Five friends who got together once a month to socialize, enjoy a bottle of wine and just relax. They had known each other since college. Their lives had all taken different paths but they went out of their way to keep that link alive and the Sisterhood was one way they had devised to enable them to do it.

It was a simple arrangement. They met once a month at a local winery one evening after work. They would each get a bottle of wine, order snacks and appetizers from the winery kitchen, find one of the cozy nooks in the tasting room and sit until they had finished the wine. They talked about . . . everything. The one hey had agreed on from near the beginning was, “whatever was said or done at Sisterhood, stayed at Sisterhood.” That one rule opened a new level of intimacy between them. They trusted each other. There were no secrets among them. After several years, they knew each other’s lives intimately. They were, in many ways, closer than sisters.

There was Ellen. Tall, thin and athletic, she wore her hair short and tended toward more casual dress. She was a physical therapist, still single and, as she put it, “happily lonely.” She had been through a couple of off and on romances over the years but none of them had ever progressed further than some casual sex. She admitted that she was more interested in her work than she was a relationship.

Rachel was the motherly type. She married while still in college and never finished school. She and her husband were now raising their 3 kids in their suburban home and doing all the things that the typical suburban family did. Robert, her husband, was an engineer for the state. Dependable, good guy, Robert. It was the general opinion of the rest of the Sisterhood that Robert was about the most boring guy they had ever met. Still, Rachel seemed happy. She did the soccer mom thing, driving the SUV, carpooling kids to school and organizing for the PTA. She kept them all up to date on the latest in suburban excitement. Rachel had gained a little weight since college and the fact that she had borne three children in fairly rapid succession could be seen as well. She was of medium height with curly brown hair. Her figure in college was what most people would call average. With the addition of a little weight and three children, she was now curvy. She was still a little rounder than she should have been but she was attractive and most of the men at their kids school events didn’t mind her showing up.

Ariel. How to describe Ariel? Her parents had been the prototypical hippies during the sixties. As most of the others of their generation had aged and slowly moved back into mainstream society, her parents had resisted. They still lived on the commune farm where Ariel had been born but now it was only them, the goat, the chickens and the pig that they had never had the heart to slaughter. Ariel had grown up without a lot of the same social mores and taboos to which the rest of the Sisterhood had been exposed She was the proverbial free spirit. Still single Ariel made a modest living playing her guitar and singing evenings at a number of the local bars and coffee houses. Teaching voice, guitar and piano supplemented that income. Her degree in music allowed her to substitute in the local school systems. She was petite, barely 5′ 4″ tall. Everyone joked that she still shopped in the teen section at the department stores because of her size. She was constantly moving from one boyfriend to another and it was always a topic of discussion each month about Ariel’s latest flame.

Margaret or, as they all called her “Mags”, was the de facto leader of the group. She was the one around whom the original sisterhood had coalesced in college and she was still the one to whom they all looked when there was some kind of decision to be made. Mags was tall, 5′ 9″ and had a knockout body. She had attracted the attention of all the hottest guys on the campus but never seemed to care. She didn’t date. No one knew much about her past, her family or even how she had managed in college. She didn’t seem to have a job. They had all assumed that her parents were well enough off to pay her way through college. She had maintained her college looks and figure with a killer workout routine and constant attention. The others, if you could get them to admit it, thought Mags was a bit vain and a little on the narcissistic side. She was always dressed well. When the others talked about their husbands or boyfriends, Mags was silent. She was still single. To their knowledge she didn’t date. That part of her life remained a mystery like her past and her family even to the Sisterhood. To some extent her work did as well. They all knew she had a degree in art history. When pressed, she would describe herself as an independent consultant in the entertainment business. It seemed to provide for her well. She lived in one of the poshest apartment complexes in town, drove a BMW, always wore ByCasino expensive name brand clothing and accessories. There were times when the others would come to Sisterhood and Mags would have bought each of them a bottle of their favorite wine and all the snacks and appetizers. Her business also took her out of town. It wasn’t often, but occasionally they would have to reschedule sisterhood because she was away.

And there was April. April was average. She was average in looks, average in her figure, average in her grades and her life had turned out to be average as well. She had finished a degree in business, gone on to get an MBA and gone to work for a bank. She was now a loan officer. While in grad school she met and married another MBA student. He was also in the banking industry, the CFO of an investment firm. They made a comfortable living. Absorbed in their careers, they had never bothered to have children. The dogs filled that need quite well. All in all, they were average.

So, it had gone for years. They would meet once a month, drink their wine and just talk. They talked about their work and their lives. The married ones talked about their husbands. They talked about movies, books, TV shows. Sometimes, as it will with any group, the conversation would wane and they would simply sit with each other. There were times when they cried with each other.

They had a custom that on the month in which a sister’s birthday fell they would each bring a small gift and celebrate the birthday. Usually the gifts were small, often novelty or gag gifts. That was really what got the whole fiasco started. It was Aprils birthday and, as usual, each of the them had brought a small gift. They all sat and giggled as April unwrapped the presents and read the attached card. When April had opened the card from Ariel it was one of those funny cartoon cards with an old lady sitting in a rocking chair. In this cartoon the old lady sat in her chair with a disgusted look on her face. The inside read, “Life is all about ass. You’re either covering it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, busting it, trying to get a piece of it or behaving like one.”

Everyone had laughed while she opened the package. Inside was a small paperback book with a plain cover. The title read “1001 Ways To Recharge Your Sex Life”. The subtitle was “From the benign to the bizarre”. It had brought a laugh because, after 5 years of marriage and no children, there were always jokes. They all had a good laugh. As they were giggling, April had opened the book a few pages.

“Hey! Listen to this. This is number 33. It’s in the section called “Keeping it simple.” She read a short passage from the book.

“Spice it up! Add a little spice to the mix. Seduce your partner in the kitchen and use a kitchen utensil as a sex toy!

They all laughed. They were soon thumbing through the book and occasionally reading one of the ideas to the group. They discovered the book was divided into 4 sections; Keeping it Simple, Beyond the Bedroom, Naughty and Naughtier, and the last one, ominously titled, Beyond Bizarre, not for the novice!” The further they progressed that more salacious the ideas became.

April read another one.

“This is number 283 in the Beyond the Bedroom section. ‘Have your partner meet you in a hotel bar and act the role of a hooker and a john. Make it real, play the roles, exchange money and provide the sex. If you want to add another dimension instead of a hotel bar, find a dark street corner and set up the scene. Hook up and go to a seedy downtown hotel and rent a room.”

They all looked at each other and then burst out laughing. April continued to flip through the book and scan the entries. She stopped and looked down a page.

“Here is another. This is number 649. That is in the section Naughty and Naughtier. Pick up a stranger in a bar and seduce them for sex. Nothing like a little anonymous pick up sex to add a little spice to your life. Even better if your partner is in on it and watches.

This time they all just looked at each other eyes wide. She flipped to the back section and began to scan.

“This last section doesn’t lie. These are not for the faint of heart. This is number 843. If you are female, hire yourself out at a whorehouse. Work for a week. If you have a partner have him come into the house and hire you. If you are male, run an ad in the local singles paper and advertise your services as an escort. Take on at last 5 different jobs. If you have a partner have her make an appointment and treat her just like you would a real client.”

Rachel’s eyes were wide.

“Jesus, that is out there. Do you think people really do that kind of stuff?”

Mags spoke up quickly.

“Rachel honey. That is tame compared to some of the stuff people do in real life. You have no idea!”

Rachel just shook her head.

That had segued the discussion into the topic of sex. Almost all of their discussion ultimately ended up at By Casino this point so it wasn’t unusual. The book was the center of discussion this time. They passed the book around the circle and as they talked about it someone, no one can remember who it was, chimed in.

“You know, this would make one hell of a party game.”

They had all laughed. That prompted a discussion about how it would work and about the rules. The more wine was poured the more outrageous the discussion until Mags remarked offhandedly.

“We could always just play among ourselves.”

Everyone had stopped and looked at her. Rachel was the first to speak.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, look. What happens at Sisterhood, stays at Sisterhood, right?”

They had all agreed.

“What if we chose numbers, one through five and whoever draws number one picks a random number between 1 and 1001 and whatever comes up, you have to perform that scene and then report it back to sisterhood.”

Everyone had suddenly gotten serious. Ellen was the first to speak.

“That is ridiculous. Some of the things in that last section are illegal. Most of the ones in the third section would be considered so out of bounds that most people would never even consider it.”

Mags shrugged.

“So we limit the number to one through 501. That gets the first two sections.”

Ariel, who was looking at the book, lifted her eyes to look at Mags.

“How do we know that the act was really performed. I could say I did and no one would ever know the difference.”

Mags was again quick to answer

“Video. Video it and bring a copy of the video to sisterhood.”

That had really gotten the discussion going. The discussion was so intense that another round of bottles hit the table and the evening dragged on much longer than usual. Mags kept prompting them further into the idea until at last April had picked up the book.

“Look. We have talked this way past the time we are all usually home. How about we continue this in emails.”

They all agreed and left for the evening.

Over the course of the next three weeks the emails got progressively faster and more numerous. By the time the next sisterhood meeting was scheduled they had a list of rules. They met again at the winery, found a quiet nook out of the way and sat. This time there was very little chitchat or conversation. They all looked at Mags. She handed each of them a piece of paper.

“This is how this well work. We will all draw numbers today and that will give us our starting order. After that we just keep up the rotation. I have an app on my tablet that will generate random numbers. The first person will start the app and whatever number comes up they have to do that scene, video tape it and bring each of us a thumb drive with the video on it to prove it out. All this stays strictly in the Sisterhood.”

They all looked at the short list of rules and each eventually agreed. Rachel looked at Mags.

“What about those of us that are married. Do we involve our hubby in this?”

Mags thought a minute

“I think that is up to you. Involve him or not. That is your choice. We aren’t going to tell anyone what you do.”

The wine was flowing freely and the chatter had loosened up sounding almost normal. There was the usual give and take about home life, romances, work and family. As they neared the bottom of their bottles, Mags set a small bowl on the table. Inside were five slips of paper folded tightly. Quiet settled around the table as they all looked at the bowl. Ellen then asked a question.

“What if we don’t do the task or we don’t want to do the task.”

They looked at each other. Surprisingly it was Rachel who spoke.

“We need something that will be a little compelling. What if, after the first go around, and we each have done a task, it is understood that if you don’t do the task or refuse, that the others will post one of the earlier videos on a social media site.”

Ellen gasped. Mags chuckled. April and Ariel looked thoughtful. That prompted another round of discussion which got them into a second bottle of wine. It might have been the wine or it might have been the peer pressure but they finally agreed that if one of them failed to perform, the others would publish one of the earlier videos onto an adult video website.

Mags pushed the bowl into the middle of the table. Each of them chose a piece of paper. They opened them and then went around the table as Mags called their names and noted the order on her tablet.

Rachel “3”

Ellen “5”

Ariel “4”

April “1”

And Mags is “2”

Everyone looked at April as she shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Mags tapped the screen of her tablet and laid it on the table in front of April so everyone could see. April tapped the GO button. In seconds a number appeared on the screen. Everyone read “88”.

April dug the book from her handbag and found item number 88 and read it aloud.

“Surprise By Casino Giriş your partner by meeting them at the front door naked. Serve them dinner naked. That should make desert easy to plan.”

She looked up and it was apparent she was blushing. She looked down at the book again and closed it. She took a deep breath and scanned the others faces.

“OK!”

They all giggled, finished their wine and were on their way home.

For the next week April thought about how to pull this off. She wasn’t about to tell her husband about the game which meant he couldn’t know it was being videotaped. She finally figured out what she thought would work and decided to try a dry run. She set up her tablet on a shelf so that the camera had a clear view of the dining room. When she heard her husband park the car in the driveway, she started the video recorder on the tablet and met him at the door. She led him to the dining room where she had prepared a nice meal. They ate as usual though he was a bit surprised at the reception. She explained that she had some time off and she thought it would be nice to do a little something different. He agreed it was nice. She knew he would go to his office in the back of the house for a couple of hours to work. When he had left, she grabbed the tablet and opened the video viewer. There it was, plain, clear and easy to hear. The whole meal. She pressed the button to delete the video and sat on the couch satisfied with herself for figuring that out.

She was all set for the next week. She took an afternoon off from work and went home to prepare dinner. The tablet was set up and tested. She looked at the clock. A few minutes before he was due to arrive home, she went to the bedroom, slipped out of her pants, blouse and shed her lingerie. She looked in the mirror at herself standing naked. She considered herself trying to be unbiased.

Not to bad. I could use a little toning up. Maybe shed a few pounds. Anyway, time to get this show on the road.

She went to the dining room, made sure everything was ready and waited. She heard his car in the driveway, her cue to start the tablet .When he opened the front door she was standing, nude and smiling. He nearly fainted. She stifled a chuckle at the look on his face. Stepping forward, she took his hand and his briefcase. She dropped the briefcase inside the door, kicked the front door shut and led him to the dining room. The table was set with their best china, finest silverware and crystal glasses. There were flowers and candles. A bottle of wine was next to his plate. She sat him down. So far he was still speechless.. She served his dinner, waiting on him instead of eating herself. She removed the dinnerware after each course and returned with fresh settings and the next part of the meal. She served the desert course. The plate she sat down before him held only a small card. Opening it he read a note in her handwriting.

“Desert will be served in the bedroom.”

His eyes snapped up and for the first time since he had arrived home he spoke.

‘I don’t know what has gotten into you, but I like it.”

He pushed back from the table, grabbed her hand and pulled her at nearly a run to the bedroom. He stopped to take his clothes off and she took the opportunity to go back to the dining room on the pretext she needed to put some food away and lock the front door. When she returned to the bedroom, the lights were out and she could see he was laying on the bed. He patted the mattress next to him. She smiled coyly as she walked seductively across the room rolling her hips and exaggerating the sway of her breasts. He watched, licking his lips. His eyes went wide as she crawled slowly onto the bed and across him, straddling his hips and looking down into his eyes. She would think about it later, remembering that they enjoyed some of the best sex since they had been married. She was both surprised and pleased.

Sisterhood day finally arrived. The rest of the sisters were already there, which was not unusual since April worked on the far side of town and didn’t get off until 5:30. She walked in and found her bottle of wine already on the table and everyone waiting. She had not even poured her first glass of wine when Rachel burst out.

“Well!”

“Done.”

Nervous laughter rippled around the table. April pulled 4 thumb drives from her purse and handed one to each of her friends. Mags, who was always techno savvy, plugged the drive into her tablet and they were all soon huddled around watching the video unfold. Mags fast forwarded through most of it but watched the part where her hubby had nearly dragged her to the bedroom. Ellen asked the obvious question.

“What was on that note?”

“It said Desert will be served in the bedroom.”

That brought a huge round of laughter. Everyone wanted to know how the desert had gone. April blushed as she admitted that it had been better than better! The rest of the evening was much the same as every other evening. They talked chatted laughed and in general had a good time. As they got closer to time to leave, Mags again got out her tablet.

“I guess I am next”

As she laid the tablet on the table Ellen asked her a question.

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Jack finished his hash brown and scooped up the last of his beans. Sitting back in his seat, he stretched causing his jumper to ride up slightly giving Cindy a brief glimpse of the run of downy dark hairs on his stomach that would lead down to his cock. She knew that hangovers always made her horny and today was no exception. The earlier orgasms had now been forgotten as she felt herself feeling aroused again. She wondered what Jacks cock looked like and felt herself moisten at the thought.

“That was a breakfast fit for a king.” Jacks voice pulled Cindy back from her horny musings. “For someone so small you sure can put it away yourself.”

Cindy grinned “I have a healthy appetite.”

Jack looked at her intently “Í bet you have.”

The intensity of the moment disappeared as quickly as it had arrived leaving Cindy feeling momentarily unnerved and excited at the same time. Was that a sexual connotation or was she just allowing her current hangover to mash all rational thought? She thought back to Jack’s Truth or Dare question from the previous evening and Cindy sensed that Jack could be dangerous and the thought excited her beyond belief.

“I could almost see Cindy’s mind working over time when I reckoned she had a healthy appetite. Of course she wasn’t aware that I was watching her play with herself earlier, but the voracious way in which she had used her vibrator had told me everything I needed to know about her. However to look at her now in her pyjamas and her blonde hair in a pony tail you wouldn’t think she was naughty. I say naughty, because I was pretty sure her earlier performance in the conservatory had been for my benefit, I just had to find a way of her confirming that to me, but that shouldn’t be a problem. I am a master at getting people to confide in me, they tell me their dreams but more importantly their fantasies. You see I am not just a master spectator I am also a proficient fantasy creator. The more someone releases themselves to me, the more intense their experience is it’s as simple as that.

As I helped Cindy clear the table, I knew she thought I was a bit edgy and perilous and by her body language I didn’t think she would mind one bit. I was looking forward to taking her on a journey she would never forget.”

Jack followed Cindy through to the living room. Kneeling in front of the log fire, Cindy lit a pile of logs with an expertise that impressed Jack. Most women wouldn’t know how to light a pile of wood if their lives depended on it. Quickly, the logs took light, filling the living room that had been darkened by December morning with a warm amber glow. Standing up, Cindy switched on the fairy lights that adorned the mantelpiece. Her hangover was thankfully abating and as Jack settled himself on her sofa, Cindy hoped he was planning on staying.

“So how was I going to suggest I stayed for a while without sounding like a plank of wood? I hadn’t felt so interested in anyone for a very long time. It had been a lot longer than I cared to admit to be honest. Usually, I preferred no strings attached sex and feeling too much interest in one person was alien to me. Not that I was a loner who sneaked around invading peoples privacy I hasten to add.

As Cindy settled herself in the armchair facing me, I decided to deal with the situation head on. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable or compelled to entertain me, although the thought of Cindy entertaining me in a sexual fashion was exciting me more than I cared to admit. I was aware that total corruption needed to be taken one step at a time. So, I relaxed. To complete a mission, I had to be in total control of the situation to determine success.”

“I can go if you want to recuperate alone. I was only calling round to help ease your hangover, I didn’t expect breakfast.” Jack said, trying to sound as casual as possible

Cindy waved her hand in dismissal. “No seriously, stay. I could do with the company. I don’t have anything planned for today, plus I’m feeling better already.”

Jack raised his eyebrows. “I take it the grease of the full English breakfast is successfully soaking up last nights alcohol?”

Cindy laughed. “Yeah, something like that, plus your vitamin C dosage has helped. I just feel tired, that must be my liver trying to bring itself back to life.”

“Well, feel free to go back to bed if you like, I won’t stop you.” Jack gave her another of his intense looks before adding, “I wont be offended.”

Cindy held his gaze. “I promise you I’m fine.”

Suddenly the thought of having Jack wrapped beneath her bedcovers naked entered Cindy’s mind. There it was again, the sexual connotation in his voice followed by that really horny slow smile, crossing over Jack’s lips; she knew she hadn’t imagined it. Jack was flirting with her and it made her feel all warm inside.

“I decided that ByCasino I needed to determine how much of last night Cindy remembered. As she leant over the armchair to grab her glass of orange juice, her pyjama bottoms started to ride down, slightly showing me the line of her pert bottom. I felt myself feeling instantly aroused. I wanted to pull them down and lick her from back to front. I experienced an overwhelming desire to taste her as she came in my mouth before fucking her hard and throwing her around the bedroom. There has always been something really appealing to me about petite girls, they reminded me of rag dolls, and I hoped Cindy would be as versatile. I stopped the thoughts as quickly as they entered my mind. Back to my mission, did Cindy really remember anything from the night before?”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” Jack casually asked as Cindy readjusted her pyjama bottoms and settled herself back in her seat.

“Of course I remember I wasn’t in a totally comatose state was I?”

Jack shook his head. “No. The Truth or Dare game do you remember that?”

Cindy felt a flush of heat run through her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. “I remember.” She conceded. “I remember thinking I can’t do a dare because that might have involved me making some kind of movement.”

Now it was Jacks turn to laugh. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have asked you to perform anything too ambitious.”

“That’s a good call.” Cindy replied feeling a sudden urge to touch herself. “I remember your truth question if that’s what you are getting at.”

Cindy twirled her hair in her fingers aware that she had adopted a coquettish look that she was hoping would drive Jack to distraction.

“Did it turn you on?” Jack candidly asked.

Cindy nodded a flush of pink diffusing her face. “It did yes.”

As the sexual tension picked up a pace Jack felt more confident about taking things further.

“I was thinking we could play the Truth or Dare game sober. In my opinion and tell me if you beg to differ, but I think it would be the perfect way to spend a Sunday.” Jack shrugged as casually as he could muster seeing as his cock was suddenly taking on a life of its own in his jeans at the very thought.

Cindy felt herself stir inside at Jack’s suggestion and she couldn’t believe how daring she felt in his presence. “That sounds great to me.”

“Game on.”

“You go first.” Cindy tucked her legs beneath her making herself more comfortable. She hadn’t been this turned on for many years.

Jack leant over and put his cup of coffee on the small table beside him before sitting back on the sofa. “Okay. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” Cindy replied.

Jack folded his arms, leaning forward he rested them on his knees and looked intently at Cindy. “When you played with yourself this morning did you know I was watching?”

Cindy shook her head, “No but I was fantasizing you were. Then that thought led to another and another.” She paused. “You must have seen the result?”

Jack arched his eyebrow approvingly and nodded, a self satisfied smirk danced across his lips. “I certainly did and it was quite a good show, you made me hard. Have you ever played with yourself in front of someone before?”

Cindy waved her finger at him. “Not telling, then you would be getting two truths for the price of one.”

Jack smiled. “You can’t blame a man for trying can you? Anyway, it’s your turn to ask me.”

“Okay, Truth or Dare Jack?”

“I will choose Truth, it’s too early in the game and in the morning for me to be accepting dares.”

Cindy pursed her lips in thought. “What is the naughtiest thing you ever done? I mean sexually of course.”

Jack nodded. “I knew exactly what you meant Cindy.”

“I obviously wasn’t going to divulge the naughtiest thing I had ever done to Cindy so soon. I didn’t want to scare her away before my plan of corrupting her had taken off the ground so to speak. However, I did wonder if possibly I was doing Cindy a disservice. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as she looked. After all, I needed to take into account that she’d imagined me watching her that morning as she’d made herself come. I decided to give her a mild version of events of the first time I corrupted someone. I needed to gauge Cindy’s reaction and see how far I could take her, which I hoped was the absolute pinnacle of corruption, I could feel my cock stir at the very thought.”

“I can’t divulge the naughtiest thing I’ve done. I believe in taking things slowly, whether you believe that or not is up to you?” Jacks eyes twinkled at her, and his teasing smirk reappeared across his lips.

Cindy blushed. She felt like she’d made a real fool of herself. Jack watched the pink tinge creep across Cindy’s cheeks, allowing her to feel a slight moment of embarrassment By Casino before bursting out laughing. He leant over and put his hand on her knee causing a thousand volts to surge through her.

“I’m only joking. I’ll tell you one of the naughty things I have done but not the naughtiest okay?”

Cindy looked at him and shook her head. “You need to stop teasing me.”

Jack lightly stroked her knee with his fingers. “Now, where would the fun be in that? Anyway, I will never be able to stop doing that, it’s in my nature and hopefully you will enjoy me teasing you for a while to come yet.”

Leaning back on the sofa Jack paused momentarily and looked up at the ceiling as if trying to wrack his brains for a suitable story to tell before looking back at Cindy. He folded his arms to his chest. “Okay, I met a girl at university. She wasn’t the prettiest girl on the campus but there was something about her. She dressed a little quirky with striped tights and mismatched skirts and jumpers. On anyone else the outfits would have made them look like a rag bag of mismatched nonsense but Lucy carried the look off with aplomb. She had flaming red hair and creamy, pale skin that only served to enhance her almond shaped green eyes. We started talking one day as we were both sat in the university cafeteria waiting for our lectures. We got on really well and arranged to meet in the bar that evening for a beer. We started seeing each other from then on and after a while, well, three weeks to be exact we slept together. She wasn’t very adventurous at first, very much your typical missionary girl; she was really inexperienced and I suppose I found that a bit of a turn on if I’m being honest. Eventually with some coaxing she opened herself up to me in more ways than one. Once I started to introduce her to different things it was like she couldn’t get enough.

It was near the end of the semester when we were all due to go home for the summer holidays that she confessed that she had a boyfriend back home.”

“Did that bother you?” Cindy asked.

Jack shook his head. “Not really. I was young, dumb and full of come, we’d had our fun and I knew that when I got back home I wouldn’t find it difficult to find some other girl who would be willing to entertain me but I found myself wondering what Lucy was going to be like when she got home and started fucking her boyfriend. It was obvious that he would soon be wondering how the hell his innocent girlfriend had gone away to Uni and had returned after suddenly developed a penchant for sucking cock and anal sex. I assumed that before she had left for Uni Lucy’s boyfriend had been used to making love in the traditional sense, not having someone bouncing on his cock with her arse. I brought the matter up to her as I watched her pack her suitcase ready to leave the next day. As she hauled her packed suitcase of the bed she placed it at her feet and smiled at me.”

“He’ll be in for a treat Jack won’t he? I’ll just tell him that I’ve grown up and been watching a lot of porn. What the eyes can’t see the heart cant grieve over eh?”

I remember thinking at the time that it would be a great sight to see, sweet innocent Lucy of old gone and the new Lucy corrupting her boyfriend with all the stuff we had done. I told her to knock on my door the next morning before she left because I would have a present waiting for her.

Cindy raised her eyebrows and Jack laughed. “I know what you are thinking and it wasn’t that kind of present, it was something far more exciting in my opinion than that. Anyway, she agreed and that afternoon I went out shopping. The following morning she knocked on my door as arranged and I gave her the present I had bought. She ripped off the wrapping paper, her eyes shining like a child opening their first Christmas present and there it was, a webcam. She looked at me a little confused and then I explained by reasoning behind this very unromantic gift. I thought she would be reluctant about carrying out my plan at first but then she smiled and bit her lip. She agreed to add me to Skype and let me watch her fuck her boyfriend without him knowing.

I didn’t hear off Lucy for around three weeks and I thought she had decided to forget our little arrangement but one night I received her Skype request. I accepted and we chatted, I outlined what I wanted her to do and the plan was very soon all in place.”

Cindy could feel herself move into a horny plain that she’d never experienced before. She imagined Jack in his bedroom, lay on his bed wanking as he watched Lucy corrupt her unsuspecting boyfriend. She could literally see the scenario unfold in her mind. She imagined Lucy undressing, her dress slipping to the floor, her body decked out in horny sexy lingerie. Cindy imagined her lying her boyfriend down and taking him in her mouth deep as Jack By Casino Giriş watched.

“Hello, Earth to Cindy?” Jack’s voice interrupted her reverie.

“Sorry, I was just thinking that’s all.” Cindy’s voice trailed away.

Jack smiled. “You were imagining it wasn’t you?”

Cindy nodded and bit her finger. God, all she wanted to do now was to fuck Jack. Her pussy was aching to feel him deep inside her. She wanted him to corrupt her like he had obviously corrupted Lucy. That was the only coherent thought that was present in her mind that was a mish mash of images of Jack watching Lucy perform, Lucy fucking and the shock on her unsuspecting boyfriends face.

“The minute Cindy had adopted that faraway gaze in her eyes; I knew she had been imagining it all. I got a kick out of making her use her own imagination, after all, the mind is the most powerful of tools a human possesses. It would have taken the kinky edge off the whole thing if I’d gone into a graphic description of what I watched that night and now was the perfect time for me to see if Cindy would accept my advances.”

“Ok, now I’ve answered your Truth or Dare question Cindy, its your turn. Do you want truth or are you brave enough for a dare?”

Cindy felt her mouth go dry, it was as if all her fluids had gone down South and were pumping out of her pussy.

“Truth.” She answered.

Jack looked at her intently. “Do you want to see my cock?”

Cindy nodded. Her heart was banging in her chest as Jack stood up and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, feeling a thrill as he watched Cindy’s eyes leave his face and look down, the smile that lit up her face was all he needed to know. Cindy watched as he expertly stroked his thick length. All sense of right and wrong left her in an instant. She wasn’t the sleeping around type but Jack with his stories and his Truth or Dare game had opened up something inside her that she never knew existed and was sure would never be closed again if she allowed herself to be part of Jack’s world but she didn’t care. She felt daring, she felt unbearably horny and for the first time in her life she knew what she wanted.

“I am going to dare you Cindy. A truth and a dare for the price of one but I can be forgiven for being a little cheeky seeing as you can see what you have done to my cock. So, I dare you to come over here and suck me and I want you to imagine that you are being watched.”

“I could feel my cock begin to throb as Cindy moved off her chair and made her way across the living room floor on all fours. Her mouth was just begging to be fucked and when she knelt before me I stroked her face as she expectantly opened her mouth. I put cock inside and felt her tongue swirl around the tip before she took my whole length in her mouth in one. The warmth of her mouth my cock felt like it had died and found a whole new Nirvana. She sucked me slowly at first before picking up pace with a hunger that astounded me and encouraged me to thrust my hips in the same rhythm I would use if I had been fucking her pussy. The juices from her mouth slid down my cock and onto my balls. I reached for my mobile phone off the arm of the sofa and moved it into video mode and filmed her as she gagged on my cock before taking it out of her mouth. Slowly she started to wank me, her eyes looking up at me all the time as she did so. I could feel myself reach number eight on my personal coming scale and then I stopped her. I didn’t want to come. Not yet.”

As Jack pulled his cock away from Cindy she looked up at him, a mist of confusion crossed her elfin features. Jack looked down at her and smiled.

“I don’t want to come yet.”

Cindy couldn’t help but feel a stone of disappointment to drop inside her stomach. She had been so looking forward to Jack fucking her.

Jack put his cock back inside his pants and sat down so his face was close to hers. He leant forward and kissed her, wiping the juices of her cock sucking from her face.

“I want to fuck you. Is that what you want?” He murmured.

Cindy nodded, of course she wanted him to fuck her, she felt like her pussy was ready to explode.

“Do you like the idea of being watched?” Jack asked. His eyes searching hers, he wanted to see honesty from her. There was no point him continuing if Cindy was in any way reticent about the idea. Cindy nodded, right now the way she was feeling the whole street could have been in the house watching Jack fuck her for all she cared.

Jack stood up and pulled Cindy to her feet. He put his arms around her and kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth before expertly finding hers making her feel weak with desire.

“Do you want to go out tonight? There’s somewhere I would like to take you. I think you’ll love it.”

The huskiness in his voice suggested that where he was going to take her would be somewhere she would never forget. Cindy felt a tinge of fear mixed with excitement but her desire to be fucked by Jack meant that there could ever only be one answer. She looked up at him, her eyes

“Mission accomplished, my plan was now in place.”

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The Shade (or The Shadow Man)

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She had broken his heart again. He knew this time he would never be whole. It was one of those things similar to losing one of your senses and the lesson he took from this last time was that there’s no sense in love.

He’s at the bar. Dive away from home. He doesn’t want to run into anyone he knows. Not tonight. He’s sitting on a stool slightly off center. There are a half dozen other souls, just as broken. This had become their communal fortress of solitude long ago. Time has worn their laughter into cackles and their voices are worn in as they trade pieces of their lives with each other, aimlessly.

His back is slouched, elbows on the bar. He’s peering at the bottom shelf of liquor. The mirror behind it gives an illusion of plenty and of depth. He’s staring as if he’s given up on finding answers.

Glossy black stilettos walk into the bar. Her dress is skin tight. She’s got her leather on where she keeps her black Prada wallet. Everyone looks her way, only a couple stop and stare. It’s like this everywhere she goes through, and there’s always one or two who like to roll the dice. But it’s snake eyes tonight. She’s aware of them but doesn’t give them the time of day. It’s the one at the bar, the one that didn’t care enough to see the fuss walk in that has her attention. She knows a tormented soul when she sees one and she knows what torment can do.

She walks to the end of the bar. The bartender follows and she orders an old fashioned and the big bald man comes up saying, “Drinks on me tonight.”

“Buzz off,” she says.

Dean takes a look, and then a second look before deciding he’s in no mood to try. He knows he won’t be for a long time after this.

But he looked. He looked twice and she saw it. She takes the seat so there’s an empty stool between them. They’re both looking towards the shelves without a word between them. He knows she’s watching him even though she’s not. She knows he’s doing the same. A minute goes by. He picks up his drink and takes a sip. She glances and does the same. Another minute.

Both of them could feel each other there. The silent attention is visible by any of the other empty souls that look their way. To each other, their presence is palpable. A magnetic current emanating between them however mild.

He gives her a slight sideways nod, she looks, then he says, “Not much for company tonight.”

Her chin’s almost resting on her shoulder as she replies, “I can tell,” before turning back to her drink.

He’d have let it be at that, but her lack of denial tugs at him although he pushes it aside. He downs his drink, and taps on his glass with two fingers and the bartender obliges.

The bartender’s still holding the bottle as he turns to the girl asking, “You want another.”

A brief moment of thought before she nods her head. He makes it in the same glass with a heavier pour. “Your tab?” he asks looking to Dean.

A tired sigh. Then, “Sure.”

“Buy me a drink, now I’m obliged to talk to you,” she says running her red polished fingertip around the rim of her glass without looking at him.

“Or maybe you’re obliged to stay quiet.”

Men don’t get away with talking to her like that. At least not usually. But she’s been here before.

The world’s feeling a little lighter to Dean now. He’s looking at her through the mirrored wall. Not really looking at her but this shell she’s brought with her. She lets him. He’s starting to feel better about himself. She lets him making sure it doesn’t come up too far or she’ll leave.

He reaches into his back pocket. She pockets her wallet. He throws some bills on the table and walks towards the exit. She’s watching; feeling eyes on her and it makes her stomach turn. She flushes but no one notices under the red bar lights and it makes it run even deeper. He stops right before the exit for an instant, then walks out the door. She gets up and follows.

When she makes it out his cigarettes already lit and the little, gold colored cardboard box is open as he holds it out towards her. She takes one and their eyes meet for the first time but only for an instant. ByCasino Another flush, a slight flexing in his gut.

“Where we going?” she asks.

“Yours,” he says.

They stand apart finishing their smokes when their ride arrives.

The driver can feel it too. The smell of liquor and smoke, the silence that must remain.

They pull up. It’s a nicer place than he expected. They see each other for the first time under bright lights as they wait for the elevator. They’re just what they need.

On the ride up he asks, “Live alone?”

Her legs rub together just a bit as she’s looking ahead at the door. He’s looking at her now, but there’s no response.

“Alright,” he says with a monotone gruff in his voice.

He’s watching her now as she opens her door. They step inside.

He turns her around and pulls her in, hand on the small of her back.

She puts a hand on his chest and softly says, “Not yet.”

His eyebrows raise as he lets her go and watches her walk away. She disappears down the hallway and he stands in her living room taking it in for a moment, the tidiness of the place, the little luxuries, before he follows.

By the time he reaches her bedroom, she’s walking into her bathroom. She shuts the door behind her. Her room is pristine. There’s a vanity mirror with expensive perfumes. He tries to remember if she has a smell, but it eludes him as he sits on her bed, facing the door. He hears the toilet flush and the running water being turned off.

She struts out and stands in front of the bathroom in a wide stance and a gleam in her eye. But that’s not what catches his attention. In fact the first thing he looks at when she steps out is her hair; bunched up in two little ropes are pigtails.

He’s never liked pigtails. In fact he finds them a turn off but before the thought of leaving could finish itself she walks over to him. She looks down at him as if to size him up. His head is tilting as he looks up at her, eyebrows scrunching. There’s only the smell of cigarettes and liquor.

She’s still wearing her stilettos and she turns on her heel and walks over to the vanity. A drawer opens, the sound of wood knocking as it reaches it’s end is somewhat loud in the quiet room, though it’s somewhat muffled through drunken ears.

She pulls out a small wooden box and pulls out a mirror and a little baggie of white powder. Dean recognizes it. He’s been clean for over a year now. Then again, he’d been sober too. Little white lines are drawn on the mirror and she bends over and snorts twice.

His jaw juts then clenches as he watches her. She tilts her head back and snorts some more, plugging one nostril at a time. She hands him the straw, and he looks at her with disgust. She smiles for the first time.

She brings the mirror over and sits beside him. There’s disdain in his face as he looks down at the little mirror, the ceiling behind the reflection. Then he bends down and snorts.

She puts down the mirror and she takes his face and starts to kiss him. For a moment he just lets her. Then he kisses her back. They’re passionate deep kisses. Not quite what he was expecting.

But then his hands are all over her. Squeezing at her breasts, feeling down her waist through the thin stretchy cotton before making his way to her back and pulling down the zipper.

She pulls her arms out of the sleeves as she looks at him lustfully. She gets down on her knees and puts something in her mouth before unzipping and pulling his member out.

It’s not as stiff as he oughta be, but they both know it’s from the liquor and cocaine. Their hearts are racing as she strokes him until he’s stiff enough then she puts her lips to the head. He feels how tightly she’s pursing her lips as she glides down slowly before pulling back out. He sees there’s a condom on.

His mouth opens a little as he tilts his head. Then he smiles and so does she.

She pushes her face all the way down until there are pubes tickling her face, balls on her chin. The back of her throat is numb and she grins fiendishly. Her eyes are wide By Casino open looking up at him. His jaw drops when she pulls out running her tongue along the base of his shaft before she dives in again. When she pulls out she kisses there’s a slurp against his tip then she says, “You know what they’re for.”

Then there’s just the head in her mouth. Her tongue is sticking out as she looks up at him expectantly.

He has a hand on her head but still it takes a minute for it to click. A long moment before he realizes what she meant. Then he realizes what she wants. What they both want. She grabs her pigtails and starts thrusting.

The condom weakens the sensation, but for her it helps it slide down easier. As the speed increases she feels it sliding in and out of her throat, the way it makes the spittle bubble up like a plunger. She pulls back and gasps before he pulls on her hair again and continues the reaming. The sensation isn’t pleasant but she loves it all the same. She feels the wetness through her lace thong as she reaches down to touch herself.

When she pulled back, the smile was gone and mascara had run down her face. The condom was hanging off his cock a couple of inches, but he was rock hard looking at her like this. Pigtails a mess, dress hanging around her waist with her see through lace lingerie.

She yanked the condom off his dick, and put another one on with impressive speed. The semblance of a smile spread across her face as she told him, “The safeword’s ‘shadow man.’ Understand?”

His eyes were impenetrable as he looked at her and let a grin come across his own face. “No gags then?”

“How else will you hear me scream?”

They both took another line then she laid on the bed and spread her legs, sharp high heels in the air. His face was pompous as he looked down at her. She squirmed. He took his clothes off, one garment at a time as if he had all the time in the world.

He crawled towards her and got on his elbows moving her thong aside. A lick from her pussy to her clit. She shuddered then giggled.

“You here to eat sushi or fuck me?” she said.

Indignity on his face and then a chuckle. He crawled up and held himself upright, then stayed on his knees looking down at her. A hand on her throat. A stifled gasp. Then he brought his hand down across her face just hard enough to get her attention. She let out a moan looking up at him with sex in her eyes. “If I’m hungry I’ll eat.”

“Alright,” she said, “But is that all you got Mr. Shadow?”

A smile now as he reached down, gentle fingers rubbing her clit. Her breathing quickened. “Harder,” she whispered. He added pressure and picked up speed. Her moans increasing. Pressure. Louder. Then she arched her back and convulsed.

“That was easy.” He said.

“Then we’ll play harder. Now do what you came here to do.”

Holding himself, he thrust inside her. She gasped then said, “How rude,” as her body bounced up and down, breasts jiggling, still in her bra. He yanked it downwards so only one breast was cupped.

He spit on her. A gasp. A slap. “You hit like a girl.”

He kept on pumping into her. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, stilettos pushing into his skin, she pulls, nearly kicking. Thrusting, in and out. In and out. He went harder and she was moaning, both of their breaths fast, little huffs on each other’s skin.

She pulled a hand back and slapped him hard across the face. He turned back and looked down at her angrily, and she met his glare. He understood and pounded harder into her, the sounds of hips striking, vocal breaths and the slush of wetness the only sounds that really mattered or existed to either of them. Panting, wetness slapping, groans of pleasure. A rhythm inside her as he fights to feel. When she saw it in his face, she reached back and slapped him again. He grunted, let out a flustered shout and hit her back, this time with fervor.

She moaned and said, “That’s more like it.”

So he hit her again, and said, “Shut the fuck up you willful slut.”

She grinned.

He lifted a leg and put it on his chest, By Casino Giriş biting into her calf and straddling the other; his balls rubbed against it as he slid in and out, in and out. This time her moan was more guttural with her head titled back. He put a hand on her throat and squeezed. Her face started to turn red and he picked up pace, grunting as he thrust. In and out, in and out, pigtails flopping wildly, the shoe in the air hanging on before falling off.

He grit his teeth and let go and she gasped and panted, tits rising and falling. He hunched over, face down, sucking a nipple between his lips, flicking with his tongue. Nibbling. Her back arched, pressing her breast further into his face.

He reached down. Two fingers slid in easily into the wet mess. he curved it and started pumping up and down until her breathing quickened. Faster they both went. “Yeah that’s it,” she said with her breath. A slap across her face and a streak of mascara ran down the side of her face as she groaned deep, spurts of warm liquid gushing from beneath.

He pulled out the finger and rubbed a wet hand over her face, then put his fingers in her mouth. She sucked and he reveled in the way her tongue lapped around it.

He brought over the mirror. She grinned and snorted, and he took a bump for himself, putting the mirror on the nightstand next to them.

He stood on the bed, and pulled her by her hair, and she was on her knees with a little scream, face contorted, teeth grit. He hit her face with his cock and she opened her mouth. He fucked her face like it would make her cum. A moment to pull out and for her to gasp, spittle dribbling down her face, her tits, her rumpled up dress around her waist. Her hands were fists when he shoved it back in fucking to his heart’s content.

He used her hair to push her down on the bed, face down in a throwing motion. She let out a little cry. He slapped her hard against her ass. She jumped, another cry of pain. Holding her hips he pushed into her, then with abandon pounded away as she moaned. He reached forward and grabbed her pigtails once more, pulled them back as she groaned in agony. The way she let it out was deep and painful, so he held it there inside her before pumping away.

He leaned forward. His hips cupped her ass and he felt it digging into him as he put his arm around her throat. “You like that you little whore?” he said.

Long, drawn out and bumpy she responded, “Yes.” She was on all fours fighting for breath as he leaned into her, pumping, pumping, pumping. A slap. “Yes.” Another. “Yes.” Another. “Yes, yes, yes.” Then he felt her pussy squeezing at his cock, milking as she convulsed, back already arched, the moan coming from deep in her belly, long and extended.

“Oh,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. She felt his cock pulsing, shooting spurts into the latex inside of her and she wished for that moment they were both completely naked. It was such an intense desire that she convulsed some more, shots of deep tingling sensation running through her body, wetness squeezing through every bit of tender pink skin.

He fell back onto the bed breathing hard, and she collapsed down, panting. She rolled over onto her back looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes were watering, ears ringing as she rolled onto her side gently touching herself, sucking in his softening member as they both let out little shudders.

She stopped and held onto her pussy as Dean pressed down on his cock and balls.

A brief trip to the bathroom later, she was laying back in bed as Dean started putting on his clothes. She watched him the sadness from earlier briefly exorcised along with her own demons.

He himself felt he’d be ok despite the hollowness he felt now accompanied by an itch. After he was fully dressed he walked over to the nightstand and poured himself another line. She watched him as he snorted.

“How much do I owe you?” he asked.

Her mouth opened but she stopped herself from flinching. She looked up at him and lifted her head. “It was good, what you gave me. So let’s just call it a hundred.”

Eyes locked on her he hesitated before he nodded, and pulled out a crisp bill and placed it on her nightstand. She tilted her head down, looking at the bill, nibbling on her thumbnail suppressing the urge to grin. Then he turned around and left.

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The Secretary

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She shivered when he walked past her that morning. She could not help it. The smell of his cologne was driving her mad with lust. It was spicy. Like him. The hint of Latin blood in him made him all the sexier.

“Morning, Ann. Nice weekend?”

She smiled at him, her boss, and replied in the same tone she always did.

“The usual. Coffee?”

“You know it.”

He was then shutting the door to his office, leaving her there to sigh out loud now. She really needed to get over this sudden animal lust for her boss. She had worked for him for five years now, and other than the occasional shoulder brush, nothing had happened.

Reaching into her purse and pulling out her compact, Ann reapplied her beige lipstick, and stared at her reflection. She was not a great beauty, but she could pass muster. Her dark hair was swept up in a bun, and her green eyes were clear and wide. She had nice cheekbones, and a nice body. So why hadn’t he made a pass on her yet?

She rose to fill a mug with the rich fragrant coffee, and grabbing her memo, made her way into office. It was manly, like him. His mahogany desk was large, and neat, his leather chair poised behind it, where he sat there like a waiting tiger.

His skin was golden, his eyes bright and gold in color, his hair dark and sin. She wanted to run her fingers through it. Ann licked her lips, and set the coffee down on his coaster.

“There are a few things I wanted to go over with you before you talk to Mr. O’Hagan again. It’s concerning his account with us,” Ann continued,

William watched her as she prattled on, boring the hell out of him. He didn’t care for work today. He had awaked with and itch and he longed to scratch it. With anyone. Anywhere. He watched her tap her pen on the notebook, and look at him with her wide eyes look of seriousness. For once in the time that she had worked for him, he found her very pretty. She looked quite..nice…in her black suit and stockings.

William felt his cock rising in his pants but he didn’t squirm. Real men didn’t squirm. They waited.

“I believe that covers it.” Ann said nervously. He was staring at her in an odd way. There was a brief moment when she thought she was going to be fired. Panic set in.

“Would you like some more coffee?”

“No, Ann. I wouldn’t like more coffee. However, if you would, could you please hand me the O’Hagan file from the cabinet?”

Ann nodded and went to do the task. William watched her skirt ride up as she bent to pull the file cabinet open and sift through the files. She had a nice shapely ass. Firm looking.

William rose to his feet without even thinking, and was behind her in an instant. Ann stiffened when she felt him behind her. Then he was leaning down, reaching into the cabinet himself. He paused to glance at her and for a moment they were only inches apart. ByCasino He glanced down her shirt, and got a glimpse of cleavage. Then he was backing away and standing up. Ann looked up at him.

“How long have you been working for me, Ann?”

This was it. He was going to fire her. She felt her knees shake, and she licked her lips nervously.

“A little over five years, sir.”

“Don’t call me sir. I’m not that old, yet.”

“Of course not, I didn’t mean.”

“Ann,” he began, leading her over to the office couch,” You would do anything for me if I asked you, correct?”

He pushed her down on her butt, and she stared, mouth open, up at him.

“Yes, of course I would.”

William nodded, and then he was sitting down beside her. God, he was so hard. He wanted her, right now, right here.

“And you know that you will always have a job here with me, correct?”

“Yes, sir. I don’t….”

“Ann, I want you to give me a blowjob.”

Ann felt the blood rush to her face, and a knot of hair slip from her bun. Had she just heard him correctly? A blowjob? Her? Him?

William sat there, waiting for her to begin. This was really quite fun, he thought to himself. He was going to fuck his secretary.

“Well,” He said. “You do like your job, don’t you, Ann?”

There it was. The kicker. Do it or go home. She almost laughed out loud, but then, as if in slow motion, her slender hands were reaching for the zipper on his pants, and she was sliding it down. He settled back in the leather, watching her, wanting her to do it.

Ann felt his hard cock, and almost moaned at the sight of it as she pulled it free of his underwear. It was silky and long and hard. She ran her hands over it, and suddenly she was wet. She could feel her pussy dripping. She had never felt like this before. Hot and horny, and wanting to suck him off.

Her mouth settled on him like a storm, licking and sucking at him, cupping his balls in her hand. He almost came when he opened his eyes and saw her hair tumbling down around his thighs, and her mouth plastered on his cock. She was moaning as if she loved it. And he really thought that she did. He ran his fingers through her hair, messing the pins that held it, and shoved her head down on him. She almost gagged, but then took him deeper. He moaned.

“God, Ann. You’re great.”

She sucked him faster, and he felt himself losing it. He was going to come all over his prim secretary’s face. And she wanted him too!

Ann felt his cock swelling in her mouth, and she tightened her grip on him. When he came, the force of it almost knocked her backwards, and then he was pulling out, and coming on her face. She licked at it, not believing how hot she was and that this was really happening to her.

William lay there for a minute afterwards, staring at her By Casino intently. She felt herself blush, and started to stammer.

“Shut up. And take off your clothes.”

She shivered, but began to strip out of her suit at once, kicking off her heels, and unbuttoning her jacket. William watched her, and when she was naked before him, he felt his rod hardening once more. She was tall, with nice breasts, and huge nipples. He licked his lips, anticipating the taste of them. Her pussy was shaved, all but for a small patch of dark hair, and he could see how wet she was.

“Come here and ride me.”

Ann was more than ready to oblige him. She was so hot she wanted to come right this instant. She longed for his cock to be inside her, filling her up. She straddled his thighs and slammed her body down on his cock. There was pain for an instant, because he was so large, and then she was swallowing him up inside her.

William couldn’t believe how hot and tight she was. Her pussy was clenching him like a warm glove. He grabbed her breasts in his hands and pinched the nipples, drawing them out from her, making her moan. She was bouncing up and down on him like he was a ride at the county fair and he was enjoying it.

Her hair tossed in his face, and he grabbed a handful of it, yanking her head back and taking one nipple into his mouth to nibble and suck on. She came at that instant, clutching at him and moaning so loud he just knew the office down the hall would hear. She was all shakes and shivers, tearing her nails up and down the length of his shirt, shoving her pussy up and down his length.

“You’re a slut, Ann. Look at what you’re doing? I didn’t know you fucked like this.”

She moaned at his talk, and then he was shoving her off him and onto the floor.

There was a dazed look in her eyes as he stripped down and snatched her legs up in the air, her pussy exposed for him to see. It was pink and quivering with her juices, and he longed to taste it.

Ann bit down on her lips when he knelt between her legs, and licked up and down her inner thighs. Then his tongue was in her, licking and sucking on her clit. He was running it up and down the length of her pussy, shaking it back and forth. Ann grasped his hair, shoving his face into her, moaning his name over and over again. This was wonderful. She was fucking her boss. Her dream had come true.

William sucked her cunt until she was begging him to fuck her.

“Please, I need you so bad. Please fuck me, please.”

Smiling, he rose up, and slid her body towards him, placing her legs on his shoulders, exposing her dripping cunt to his eyes. Then, flicking his fingers around her hole, he grabbed his cock, and slammed it into her. She cried out, grabbing her breasts with both hands, rolling her eyes around. William pounded into her, By Casino Giriş gasping for air, as he pummeled her pussy. He was harder than a rock, and he was giving it to her.

“Do you like it?”

She nodded her head, pinching the nipples on her bouncing breasts. He took his hand and slapped her ass cheek. She tightened up on him, shivering and shaking again.

“Do you?”

“Yes…..oh god yes…..”

He continued to pound into her, slipping and sliding in her warm juices, until he bored of that position, and pulled out of her. He picked her up and turned her on her stomach, snatching her ass up in the air, and placing both hands on it.

“Now, Ann. Look at me.”

She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder, her cheeks red and flushed, her lips swollen from biting them to hold back screams. He almost shoved into her right then, she looked so damn sexy, but he held back, and rubbed his hand on her ass.

“I’m going to fuck you now. You just think I was fucking you before. I’m really going to fuck you now.”

She whimpered, and pressed her ass against his rampant cock. He took his hand and slapped her hard. She settled down quick enough. Ann sucked in her breath when he slid into her wet and aching pussy. She needed to come again. She could feel it building up inside of her. When he slid the head of it into her, she couldn’t help herself, and slammed back onto the rest of it.

He moaned, and reached around to grab her tits in his hand. He was then fucking her, hard and fast and primal. His body was slapping against hers and she was making deep moans in the back of her throat. He was kneading her tits, almost to the point of pain, but she loved it. She wanted it.

“Fuck me, William. Fuck me like I know you’ve been wanting to.”

William clamped down on her nipple with his fingers, pulling almost all the way out of her pussy, and then slamming back in again.

“Shut the hell up. Let me fuck you.”

Then she was crying out, and shoving back against him, tensing up. He could feel his cock begin to swell, and he knew that it would be over soon. With a guttural cry, he shoved into her one last time. She exploded around him, and then she went limp. He let himself go, and it was the best come of his life. Ann moaned as she felt his hot come fill her up. She slid from his body and to the floor, where she lay there in a wet, trembling heap.

He settled down on the couch and stared at her naked body. Yes, she was beautiful at that exact moment. And he had had her.

“Well, Ann, I believe that you deserve a raise. How about you?”

Ann sighed and got to her feet, where she stretched her arms high above her head. She looked at him, her eyes slitted like a cats, and licked her swollen lips again.

“Yes, Sir. I believe I do.”

And with that, she donned her clothes, shoved the fallen pins back into her hair, gave him one last look, and was grabbing her memo and slamming the door behind her.

William sat there for one brief moment, the dresses himself, settled down behind his desk, and began to sip his cold coffee.

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