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We have finally arranged for me to be able to cook dinner for you. I am just about to start prepping some vegetables when you arrive. After letting you in and some warmup kissing, you follow me back to the kitchen. When I go to the counter to continue with the veggies you come up behind me and wrap your arms around me.

‘Is there anything I can help with?’ you ask. I answer that I like what you are doing already.

‘OK, do you like this even more?’ you ask as your hands go under my shirt and search out my nipples.

‘You know I love that,’ I say.

It takes only a minute or so of this along with your kisses on my neck for me to be very aroused. You move one hand down to my pants and find me quite hard. ‘Oh, oh, I think I am distracting you. Maybe I should stop.’ you say teasingly.

‘Please don’t stop,’ I say.

‘How about if I stop playing with your nipples so that I can concentrate more on your perfectly balanced cock?’ you ask.

‘I would be ok with that,’ I respond.

You undo my pants and help me out of them and begin playing with my hard cock while still standing behind me. After another minute or so you stop just long enough to pull your top and bra off and then you slide between me and the counter. My cock is right at your face level and you start to kiss and lick me. You then kneel up a little higher so that you can rub my cock on your titties. You playfully smack the head against your nipples, gürsu escort suck on it a little more and then repeat.

‘I want to make you cum sweety. I am going to suck you and stroke you until you cum. Where would you most like to cum? On my titties? In my mouth? you ask as you take my cock back into your mouth.

When I look down your beautiful eyes are looking up at me and you are smiling as best you can with a mouthful of cock. One hand is on my ass pulling me forward the other is playing with my balls. You start bobbing your head up and down quickly on my cock. You take a short break for air and your hand starts pumping up and down on my slick cock. After a few strokes your mouth goes back to work. My cock is getting harder and harder all the time. When you take the hand from my ass and reach up for my nipple I drop the knife I was using. You notice the change in my breathing and know that you are getting close to your goal. ‘Are you going to cum for me luv? Are you going to shoot your load down my throat? Please sweety, please cum for me’ you beg.

Your mouth closes on me once again and I feel a tingle in my balls that tells me I am close. I put my hands on the side of your head and match the rhythm of your bobbing with gentle thrusts of my hips. You take your second hand and move it to the other nipple and push me over the edge. I groan loudly as my cock explodes in your mouth, shot hendek escort after shot, as you suck down all you can. You look up again at me smiling again.

You continue to gently stroke and lick at me as my orgasm subsides. When the strength in my legs returns I lift you up and thank you and then begin to lick and suck at your titties. My hands work at getting the rest of your clothes off and soon we have swapped positions. My tongue is licking back and forth between your clit and your wet pussy. My hand is on your ass pulling you towards me just as you did. You lean forward to support yourself on the counter as the happiness between your legs grows. As I feel your hips begin to grind I decide to focus my tongue and lips on your clit and let your pussy enjoy some finger fucking. Your quiet moans get just a little louder when I move my other hand up to play with your nipples. I gently pull on them, flick at them and roll them between my thumb and forefinger. Your pussy is so wet I am able to easily slide a second finger alongside the first. This turns out to be the trigger you needed. in just a few more seconds I feel you pussy squeeze tight on my fingers, your hips thrust hard on to my tongue and I hear you whisper ‘ohhh please don’t stop, I am cumminggggggg’.

As you are still reeling from your orgasm I stand and pick you up and carry you to the table. As I sit you on the table you feel my hard cock ilkadım escort between us. ‘You are hard again? Already?’ you ask incredulously.

‘I appear to be, in fact I am not sure it ever really went away. Lie back please.’ I say.

As you lie back on the table, not yet fully recovered, you feel my cock enter your still dripping pussy. I lift your legs up, put them on my chest and wrap my arms around them. You reach out to hold the edges of the table as I start to thrust in and out. Your pussy is quick to react. The previous fingering did not fully satisfy your desire to be penetrated. I can feel your pussy clenching and releasing as I fuck into you over and over. Originally my only thought was making you cum again as I didn’t think there was another in me, but now I am not so sure.

I continue my thrusting into you and start asking you if you are ready to cum again. I tell you I want to feel you cum on my cock, I want to see you pretty face in the throes of orgasm. When you suddenly let out a loud moan and start begging me to fuck you harder, I realize that I am going to cum again too. I look down at you and tell you to hold on for just a minute so we can come together. Your eyes open in disbelief. ‘Really? Oh Please cum with me! Fill my pussy just like to filled my mouth. Come on baby, Cum for me, I am there, please fuck me hard and shoot your cum in me! Now!’

I increase my thrusting as you talk to me and as you yell ‘Now!’ I let loose another series of shots, this time deep inside your spasming pussy. Our orgasms go on for what seems like forever. I put your legs down to each side of me and lean forward to kiss you. ‘I could definitely get used to you cooking for me’, you whisper between breaths.

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Daniel showered and thought back on the amazing morning he had had. The house phone rang as he left the shower. He warily answered it.

“Hello.” he wheezed.

“Mr. Masters?” a voice asked.

Daniel froze.

It was Holly Grayson from next door. She must have been home.

He regained his composure and said “Yes?”

“Mr. Masters. Can you call over here? I need your help and my parents are at work.” she said.

“Sure.” he replied and the line cut off.

He got dressed and cleaned himself up.

He popped next door and stood on the porch for a moment, brain whirring in case of the worst.

Holly opened the door almost immediately and gestured him in.

She was nineteen, just started college. She had long blonde hair and green eyes framed by a plain black pair of glasses. She wore a long sleeved white t-shirt with black stripes, a denim miniskirt and black Converse. She was tall, like Emily. Holly was nerdy and sweet, with a crooked smile that was endearing.

She shut the door after him.

“So, Holly. You said you needed help?” Daniel asked, eager to be in and out.

“I’m happy you’re here, I thought you’d have work.” she said, her naturally husky voice was doing no favours to Daniel’s focus.

“I’m actually sick.” he answered coolly.

“Same here.” Holly replied, with a sly wink.

She started walking up the stairs. Daniel followed mutely, hoping this would be brief.

Holly led him onto a landing and paused at the nearest door.

“One sec.” she said and opened the door slightly and peered in.

She had her ass stuck out in the denim miniskirt and her back arched. Daniel felt a hunger that he didn’t expect then.

“All clear.” she chuckled and opened the door.

She walked into her bedroom. It was dominated by an unmade king-sized bed.

“Mr. Masters, I was taking a day off from college today.” she said, in an unfamiliar tone.

Daniel felt his blood turn to ice, he knew where this was going.

“I got up to make some coffee when I saw you in your back garden with your maid.” she said.

“Ok Holly. What do you want?” Daniel asked.

She turned to face him with an almost bashful expression.

“Well Mr. Masters I saw her leave, I know that Rachel is generally pretty busy and that you may be still a bit ‘fired up’.” she said softly and slowly walked towards Daniel.

“I know I’m still a girne escort bit ‘fired up’ and I was up here.” she admitted, blushing.

Daniel was in shock registering the connotation of what was being said.

“So how about we just have a bit of fun on our day off?” she smirked and stood in front of him.

He weighed up the situation. She wasn’t wrong about his readiness and Daniel felt himself aroused by the impure thoughts he had just had about Holly.

“OK. If this were to occur.” he said, Holly’s expression lighting up.

“There would be rules.” he said firmly.

“One” Holly began. “Not a word to Mrs. Masters or my parents.”

Daniel nodded, inwardly thrilled at Holly’s insight.

“Two, this is today. I’m not looking for a married boyfriend. Having a regular one is tricky enough.” she joked.

Daniel’s ego flared at the attention she was giving him and that he was worth cheating on her boyfriend.

“Three” Daniel began, trying to regain control. “If you want to be fucked by a married man, then no condoms.” he said.

Holly’s smirk broadened at this. “Well, I’m not on the pill. So, this ought to be very interesting.” she purred.

Daniel stepped just in front of her, her fingers already trailing down his chest.

“Four. We wrap this all up by 4.” Daniel said. Holly grabbed his belt and unbuckled it quickly.

“Mmm, sounds good to me.” she said slyly.

“Now, can I have my first taste of married cock?” she asked wide-eyed as she reached into his pants and grasped his cock.

“Yes you may.” Daniel gasped as Holly dropped to her knees and wrapped her soft red lips around his shaft.

Her mouth was the perfect balance of warm and wet. Daniel cursed at the exquisite pleasure he was feeling. Holly certainly had either remarkable natural talent or had spent high school leading a double life. Top grades in the class and being ‘very friendly’, especially to guys.

Not that Daniel cared regarding her promiscuity, he had leaned back as this not so innocent blonde worshipped his cock with her mouth.

“Oh fuck me.” Daniel gasped. Holly let his cock pop out of her mouth. “Well that’s the plan Mr. Masters.” Holly giggled.

“You certainly know what you’re doing.” Daniel sighed, as Holly grinned at him while jerking him off.

“Well. Being as nerdy and innocent looking as me, most girls didn’t suspect that I was mastering gölcük escort these skills on their boyfriends.” Holly admitted with a smirk.

“I thought you had the skills of a slut.” Daniel replied.

Holly’s face shifted to a naïve looking expression, despite her hand stroking him expertly. “But, Mr. Masters, I’ve only had sex with one boy. I just gave some other boys who needed it a hand, and sometimes to stop them making a mess I used my mouth.” Holly answered sweetly.

“Well Holly, today you’re going to use your pussy to stop me making a mess.” Daniel growled.

“I don’t want my bedroom to be a mess and I’m meeting my boyfriend later. So I can’t have a ‘different’ taste in my mouth. So I guess you’re right Mr. Masters.” Holly agreed with a wicked grin.

“Holly. Take everything off.” Daniel ordered.

Holly pulled of her t-shirt to reveal a red lacy bra that held her small pert breasts in place. She had a nice figure that suited her well. She slid her skirt down, revealing matching red lacy panties.

“Holly. Stop.” Daniel said.

Holly paused, looking confused.

Daniel took out of his phone and pointed it at her.

“Smile.” Daniel said.

Holly chuckled and posed several times as Daniel took photos.

She then took off her shoes and socks. Daniel undressed himself entirely as she revealed her naked body. She had a small triangle of hair pointing down to her pussy.

Daniel was thrilled, he couldn’t believe he was about to plunge his bare cock inside a teenager.

“Holly, lie back on the bed. You’re about to have a man inside you.” Daniel ordered.

“Can we try doggy after?” Holly asked sweetly, as she lay back on her teenage bed and spread her legs.

“Yes Holly. We can after.” Daniel promised as he lined up his throbbing cock to her young entrance.

He slowly pressed on the gap in her lips and eased his cock inside her. Holly gasped and arched her back as the thick intruder began to force its way into her young tightness.

“You’re going to split me in half.” Holly groaned as Daniel buried his cock deeper inside her. Holly’s eyelids fluttered as his cock passed further inside than her boyfriend had ever reached. She could feel his bare cock pressing out against her fleshy walls blissfully.

“Now I get why they always told us about condoms in high school.” Holly sighed.

“If they didn’t, you’d all only göztepe escort do this.” Daniel added, further claiming her teen pussy.

‘Mmm, Daniel’s right. But I’m unsure to tell Toby that. Maybe just a few of his friends, I’d enjoy the practice.’ Holly thought deliciously to herself.

Eventually, Daniel reached as deep as Holly was and withdrew his cock.

“I can’t believe you opened me up enough to take all that.” Holly sighed, just before Daniel thrust his entire cock inside her in one fluid thrust.

“Fuck!” Holly exclaimed. Daniel set to pistoning in and out of her pussy. “Oh fuck. This is what real sex is, isn’t it?” Holly asked.

“Nearly.” Daniel grunted and he moved Holly so they were in the doggystyle position.

He grasped her by the curve of her hips and slammed his cock inside her. The jolt ran up Holly’s body and her glasses skewed.

Daniel proceeded to fuck Holly hard, plunging into her young depths. Holly’s face contorted with pleasure as Daniel manhandled her in a way that set her pussy tingling.

“Mr. Masters, I’m about to-” Holly began huskily before the orgasm washed over her.

She cried out hoarsely with pleasure and her pussy convulsed around Daniel’s cock that was still hammering her. Daniel grinned as Holly came, her young cum coating his cock. ‘Now, to give this slut a new experience that she’ll remember forever.’ Daniel thought to himself as he felt his own cum rise.

“Holly. I’m close.” Daniel gasped. Holly smirked to herself, flush with carnal thrill.

“Please Mr. Masters, fill me up.” Holly begged.

Daniel thrust one last time and exploded inside Holly’s fertile, young cunt. His seed flowed into her and filled her. “Mmmm.” Holly moaned as she felt her womb fill for the first time in her life. ‘I am definitely doing this again.’ Holly promised to herself.

‘Well, that’s the first teenager claimed in a long time.’ Daniel thought gleefully.

They both fell back on Holly’s bed.

“Best day off ever.” Holly said.

“Yeah.” Daniel agreed and rolled over. He kissed Holly deeply, like a lover would.

He broke the kiss. “How about you give my cock a work over?” Daniel asked Holly.

She shook her head slowly. “I told you I’m meeting my boyfriend later.” Holly reminded him, yet she drifted down towards his waist.

Daniel watched as she looked up at him with a disapproving look, just before she took his cock reverently into her mouth.

She worked it over adeptly and once she let it pop out of her mouth every drop of their cum was flowing down her throat.

Daniel heard his phone and answered it.

“Daniel, Something happened at work. I’m on my way home.” Rachel said curtly and hung up.

Fuck.

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It had been 2 months since I had last seen or heard from Samantha during that night when I filled her deeply with my cock, and shot my seed deep within her womb. Even though she wanted to get pregnant, I wasn’t really expecting that one night to result in a child, not that another pregnant woman in my life would be unwelcome. So I can say I was just a little surprised when I got home, with my wife, and our now 6 month old son, and find a message from Sam asking that I call her as soon as I got the message.

I made an excuse to go to my den and picked up my cell phone, dialing her number, while I recalled the details of that night. I had never been with a woman that needed love that much and she had needed it so much, that it took rather little stimulation to get her to cum all over me.

Samantha answered the phone meekly, asking who was calling.

“It’s me Sam” I answered her in a quite voice

“Oh, I am so glad you got my message, I am so scared and I don’t know what I should do. I figured I could count on you since this involves you.”

Excitement drew over me, I knew now part of what I was about to be told, and I was screaming inside knowing I would get to plunge deep into pregnant pussy for another few months.

“What has happened Sam? What is wrong?”

“Vince left me today, I missed my second period in a row, we have been arguing about it for days since he found out, and he knew it couldn’t be his since he didn’t sleep with me very often, and never without protection. I am all alone, and 2 months pregnant with our love child. I hate being alone in this house, would you come over at least for a while and talk with me?”

“I could never deny a request like that, you are pregnant with my baby, and I will always be there for both of you. I will be over as soon as I can, just stay there and wait, and until I get a chance to figure things out, please keep this between us.”

“Ok, hurry though; I really do hate being alone here.”

I hung up the phone, took care of a couple small household tasks and let my wife know I was going out for a while to visit a friend. She gave me a small kiss, and I gave my son a hug goodbye, and then walked out the door.

The whole drive over to her house my cock was getting harder and harder as I thought about what was waiting for me when I got there. She may not be showing yet, but I know for a fact she has my baby inside her and that was enough for me. Not only that but she needed and wanted me to be there with her.

Knocking on her door, and waiting for an answer was almost unbearable, I wanted to take her into my arms, kiss her and take her right there in the open, but I knew I would have to have a bit more patience than that.

She answered wearing only her nighty, and a thin silk robe, I almost lost it right there. I entered her apartment without a word, not truly knowing girne escort what to expect from her. She grabbed me in a tight hug, and began to cry.

“I knew you would come. Ever since the last night we saw each other, since we shared in creating life” she said pulling away and rubbing her abdomen, “I knew you were a caring man.”

Nothing would come from my mouth, it was all I could do to sit there and admire her beautiful body, she definitely had the glow of a pregnant woman about her.

“You know I could never abandon my baby, or it’s beautifully radiant mother.”

A small smile emerged on her face.

I reached down to feel her belly which would soon be growing with my baby; I lifted her nighty up and felt the smooth skin underneath, caressing her back and forth with gentle motions. She almost melted right there, I could tell she hadn’t been lying when she said that her and Vince hadn’t been having sex. His loss.

“I will always make sure the two of you are taken care of that is my promise to you, Sam, and I will always be here to make you feel better when you are down, and I am someone you can count on.”

Sam just started weeping again, a sure sign of pregnancy hormones running wild in her body. I picked her up gently and carried her back to her bedroom. I could smell her pleasant musky scent as I held her close to my body.

As we reach the bedroom, she looked up from her tears and looked directly into my eyes, she didn’t say anything out loud, but her eyes told me she needed and wanted this. After a slow nod, I pushed open the door to reveal her bed and lay her gently down upon it. It was only then that I actually noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear, only the nighty. My semi-hard dick suddenly jumped to attention again, she was beautiful laying there, only the pale light from the sun outside bathing her skin in an almost angelic aura.

It was not difficult undressing her, I slipped the robe off, and pulled the nighty up over her head, not once did she say anything as I did, she just gazed at me wantonly, her eyes begging me to hurry. As quickly as I could, while my beautiful bedmate lay naked there on the bed before me, I disrobed, pulling off my shirt, pants, and underwear, until I was completely naked too.

Kneeling before her bed, I ran my and up and down the entirety of her body, from her soft cheeks, down to the soles of her beautiful feet, being sure to pay special attention to the areas most sensitive to touch. I could see while she lay there, that she had indeed started to grow in the belly, she had a small bump, even at this early stage.

She grabbed the hand that was caressing her, and without a word, directed it right where she wanted it. I took the hint and rubbed her clit with middle finger, occasionally dipping down into her to moisten it. It had been so gölcük escort long for her, she needed it so much, that I had barely started what I was doing when she orgasmed for the first time. I didn’t stop, and she didn’t want to let me she held me there with her free arm. I inserted to of my fingers inside her, curving them slightly upward as I pushed them in and out, so as to stimulate her g-spot. As I slowly pulled my fingers out, and pushed them back in, repeating in a rhythmic pace, I brought my mouth down to her parted lips and sucked upon her clit, flicking my tongue over and around it as I did. The pleasure she felt translated into her thrusting her hips upward, making my vantage easier to provide her pleasure. She held the back of my head down to her warm moist vagina, allowing me to drink in her musky scent as I pleasured her with my tongue. The steady rhythm combined of my tongue on her clit, and my fingers thrusting in and out of her eventually brought her to her second orgasm of the night.

She had barely given me a second to breath after getting her to cum twice, before she flipped me over wordlessly and straddled my chest, bringing her mouth down on my stiff rod. I could barely move, she was holding me down, but I wasn’t objecting to it. She was a master, swirling her tongue around my head, and stroking her hand up and down my long shaft. Several times I came close to loosing my load in her mouth, but she truly had knowledge about technique, and masterfully avoided such an incident, saying to me “I wouldn’t want to have you finish to early.”

I didn’t want to cum in her mouth, not today at least, I wanted to fill her with my seed again, and I told her so.

She crept slowly off of me, and stood up. I quickly followed her to her new chosen position by her dresser, and picked her up high enough to rest her on the top, giving me access to drive deep inside her. I stood there teasing her by inserting the tip of my rock hard cock in, then pulling away, giving only the slightest sensations of lustful pleasure to her. On about the third or fourth time I did this, she decided she couldn’t take any more, and grabbed my ass, pulling me hard against her, and forcing me deep inside. The warm smooth sensation of her pussy enveloped my member with each thrust, her juices dripping out of her, down my dick, and drenching my balls which were now aching to release everything they had inside her.

With each thrust in, she matched the movements to maximize the pleasure for both of us, and providing me deep access, causing me to hit the cervix. As I stood there holding her up on the dresser, and pressing into her deeply, she continued to grab my ass and pull me in. I couldn’t hold back any more, I fell shot after shot of cum filling her deeply. As my motions slowed she held me close to her, in an almost tired grip. I carried göztepe escort her back to the bed, and laid her back down. I wasn’t through yet though, I had one more activity for her.

I spread her silky legs apart again, and I could see my milky juice filling her hole. I bent my head down and began to eat her clit again, occasionally flicking my tongue down and inserting it into her cum filled pussy, allowing me to taste of our sexual experience, and bring some of it up to lubricate as well. I had never done anything like this, but the combination of knowing I was fucking my pregnant lover, and the taste of my own salty cum, lent itself to one of the most erotic sessions of love making I had ever had. Once again, I felt the now familiar movements within her signaling that I had brought her to orgasm. I licked her pussy clean of my cum, and swallowed it before taking my place beside her on the bed.

I slung my arm over her tired body, and pulled her close to me in a naked spoon. It wasn’t until then that she began to wonder if we might have hurt the baby. Every woman who is in a first time pregnancy has worries about sex while pregnant.

“I hope the baby is going to be ok, I wonder if we did the right thing, I mean you were hitting my cervix hard when I was pulling you inside me. I just hope we did the right thing.”

“My wife and I had sex many time while she was pregnant with our son, there is nothing to worry about, the body expects you to have sex during pregnancy and is prepared for it, and sometimes the urges are even stronger due to hormonal changes”

At mention of my wife she began to cry softly again, clearly afraid she would lose me.

“I will not leave you here alone, I will talk to my wife, let her know what the situation is, and figure out a way for you to move in with us.”

We lay there cuddling until she drifted off to sleep. I got up, dressed, and made my way to the car, I had to go home and talk to my wife.

The long drive home wasn’t nearly as exciting as the ride there. While I am sure my wife will be somewhat understanding, it doesn’t change the fact that I had omitted truths from her while I was doing it.

I pulled into my driveway, and walked up the path to the front door, pausing only a second, before I turned the handle and entered. I called out to my wife, who responded that she was upstairs. I climbed the stairs hesitantly, and once at the top headed straight for our bedroom, where I knew she would be. I found her in the master bathroom off our bedroom, looking into the mirror.

“Hey, honey…” before I could finish telling her that I had something we needed to talk about she turned to me with a look of shock on her face. I looked down and she was holding a pregnancy test in her hands, a long blue strip in both windows indicating that it was positive.

“I wasn’t sure until now. I have missed my last two periods, I thought it was just a fluke from the breastfeeding, but I began to suspect it may be possible, and I waited until you left to take the test.”

I was speechless, I had no idea what to say, I was now going to have two pregnant women at the same time.

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I am completely lost. You are gripping my hips so tightly and holding me up and I am lost, panting my way down the other side of a long and hard orgasm. You are sliding your hard tongue over my swollen clit and I can’t, I can’t take it anymore. Enough, I say. Enough. I am breathing so hard I am lightheaded, and I’m afraid I am going to pass out. I bring my hands to your face and try to stop you. I push back on the window and you pull your face out of my cunt. Your face is covered in my juices and you look up at me with such lust, but, I can’t.

I can’t, I say, trying to catch my breath.

You wipe your face on my thigh and move your hands up my legs as you stand. I start to crumple to the ground and you catch me, holding me up until you have enough balance to lift me up in your arms and take me over to the bed. I wrap my arms around your neck, thankful for the support. I am still beside myself in my recovery. I have never cum that hard and that long before. You set me down on the bed and stand up to look at me. You take me all in, looking me up and down. You are still completely dressed in your suit and tie and I love being naked in front of you, love the way you are looking at me. But, I can’t.

I can’t, I say.

Can’t what? You ask.

I can’t. It’s all I can think of to say.

You can’t cum for me? But you just did.

Yes. I did. But I can’t anymore.

He was too rough with you.

Yes.

But I promised you I wouldn’t be. Do you trust me? You look at me, searching my face for an answer.

Yes, I say, but I don’t know you.

You just need some time, you say. You go over and get the champagne glasses and bring them back to the nightstand. You dip a finger into one of the glasses and then bring it over to rub on my right nipple. You bend over and suck on it, pulling it up and stretching it. I arch my back up to your warm mouth.

You sit on the bed facing me and place your hand on my belly. I am sleepy and spent and sore. I still like being naked next to you in your suit and tie. inegöl escort You lean over and take my nipple in your mouth again, licking slowly and languidly. Before I know it your fingers are on my pussy, gently slipping all the wetness around and bringing it up to my swollen clit. Everything is soft and slow and I close my eyes.

You don’t have to cum, you say. Just enjoy it.

I’m going to fall asleep, I say. I look at you watching me. I move my hips with the rhythm of your slow hand.

That’s okay, you say, moving on to lick my other nipple. You continue stroking my nipple with your tongue at the same steady pace as you stroke my slippery clit. I am getting aroused not just by what you are doing, but the fact that you are still in your suit. You tie is draped over my arm and I turn my head so I am looking at your chest as you stroke me. Your jacket is open and hugging your shoulders. I see the bulge in your pants and I think how sexy it is to see a grown man in a suit with a hard-on.

My orgasm starts so slowly I barely feel where my enjoyment of what you are doing ends and the orgasm begins, but soon I am rising up to your hand and groaning out at the pleasure. It’s one of those soft and sweet orgasms, the kind that usually comes in the morning when you’re half asleep and still groggy from a night of fast and hard sex. Ummmmm. You suck my nipple and stroke it with your tongue and then lift your head to watch me. I groan my way through it, watching how you watch me and it all feels so sexy. When I’m done, you leave your stilled fingers on my clit, just holding them there as I squirm beneath them, still raising my hips in the aftermath. I realize this is also one of those sweet orgasms that lingers. Your fingers stay pressed against my clit and I feel the buzzing of energy in my pussy, a tension that was not thoroughly released.

You lean over and kiss me, soft lips and tongue. I still taste myself on your tongue and lips. When you pull back, you ask, Do you mind if I join you in bed? ipekyolu escort You start sliding your fingers down to my wet hole, spreading my juices over my entire pussy.

I groan. Please, I say. But take your clothes off. I want to feel your skin up against me.

You take your fingers away and I am sorry for that. I groan. You stand up, looking at me as you start untying your tie. You are, as usual, slow and deliberate. As you undress, I imagine how you got dressed this morning, what you were thinking, if you were wondering about me and what might happen. If you got hard thinking about the possibilities, and if you picked your suit and tie for the day in anticipation of what might be. You’ve chosen a light gray summer suit, my favorite on men because it is easier to see the body beneath, and a red tie. And I do like your body, the length and athleticism of it. But the tie. Well. You wear it very well. There is a certain kind of man who can wear a red tie naturally. Most men who wear them use it as a façade, a symbol signifying something they wish or strive for (power, control, prestige) but do not naturally possess. But you. You have a presence that others immediately recognize as different, elevated. On you, the red tie simply signifies your natural born position as a leader. There is nothing posturing about your tie.

I recognize this because I have the same kind of presence packaged in a female body. I have risen through the ranks of my company to a position of power no other woman has achieved. I have done so because I am good at my job and I know how to lead men and women with firmness and fairness. And as a woman, I have to maintain my reputation as being tough-minded and without any weakness that could be exploited. That is why I have never dated within my company or even my field. Men below my level in the company, men who I have been terribly attracted to, have tried to seduce me over the years.

Most of these men wanted me only because they thought sex would diminish me. I had iskenderun escort been promoted over them for obvious and legitimate reasons and they wanted to prove that I was just a woman afterall, a cunt who could be ultimately conquered in the bedroom. And I always resist. For one, the resistance shows that I have more control than they assume, and second, the fact that I never succumbed left them wanting to fuck me just for the sake of knowing what it was like to fuck me. And this brings me great satisfaction, knowing there are men in powerful positions who want to fuck me but know they will always be denied. I’m sure I don’t need to bother explaining about all the fresh-faced college graduates that come and go in the company and their surreptitious glances at my tits, their bulging crotches and trips to the bathroom. They are a horny and amusing bunch, and they really have no idea what they are wishing for.

And perhaps this explains why I ultimately answered the Craigslist ad the man placed. Because while I enjoy denying my colleagues, I am still a very sexual woman with strong needs, primal needs that include submission at times. I knew from the tower address he gave that he had no relation to my field or company. And then there was you. And now you are undressing in front of me. What has transpired over the last few weeks has led me to being here in a hotel room completely and utterly spent. I have submitted myself over and over again. I was taken with such force and anger by the man today and now moved to multiple orgasms almost against my will by you, and I feel all of my control entirely erased. I lay before you with no will to do anything but submit. I am entirely in your hands. And part of me knows how dangerous this is for a woman like me, but I am so without willpower that I can only think sleepily that at least they are good hands. I think that you have given me every reason to trust that you will not abuse your power over me.

You are naked now, so beautifully naked with your cock standing at attention, and you reach over to pull the comforter down and get us under the sheets. You slip in beside me, turning me onto my side and pulling me tight up against your long body. My back is up against your hard chest, my ass is pressed against your hard cock, and your big hand grasps my breast as I sigh and settle into sleep.

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“How’s it going so far?” Doctor Williams asked.

“So far, it going well,” Jennifer answered. “The simulation is stable and her vital signs are normal.”

“Good, I just hope that nothing goes wrong this time.”

****

“Hello there” said a masculine voice behind Lisa. She jumped and spun around to see a very attractive man holding a towel. “I’m very sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lisa giggled and said, “That’s alright.” She smiled,” I guess I’m just a little nervous. This is my first time here.”

“Well, if you’re that tense, then you should have come to see me sooner.” He smiled back at her and offered his hand. “My name is Jack.”

“Lisa,” she responded as she shook his hand. “Why don’t you hop up on the table and we can get started.” He patted the table and then turned around to get something out of a cabinet.

Lisa opened up her towel and took a quick look down. Her body looked exactly as it did in the real world. She got up on the table and laid face down upon it. She heard the man rub his hands together as he walked up to her. When he placed his hands on her back and started rubbing, Lisa jumped. “Are you alright?” her asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. That just surprised me,” Lisa replied. “It felt so real.”

“I should hope so,” Jack said, sounding a little surprised at her response.

He doesn’t know he’s a simulation, Lisa thought.

Jack’s hands were quite strong, and the oil he was rubbing on her back smelled of jasmine. His hands pressed hard into her muscles, but not so hard as to cause pain. He must have felt a knot in her back because he started to concentrate his efforts into one place. Lisa let out a loan moan as she felt the tension drain away.

Jack’s hands moved down her body to her legs. He squeezed the back of her thighs and ran his hand down the length of the leg all the way to her feet. He ran his hand along the inside of her thighs on the way back up. His hands stopped at where her legs met, but as her continued massaging her legs this way, Lisa’s thighs would get farther apart. After a few minutes his hands brushed up against Lisa’s swollen outer lips. An electric shock seemed to pass through her body. Well, I know THAT part of the suit is working, Lisa joked to herself.

Jack then started to rub the sweet smelling oil onto her ass. Lisa moaned even louder this time and started to feel a tingling from her vagina. He took a cheek in each of his hands and rotated them in opposite directions. Lisa had to bite her lip to keep quiet since this motion made her pussy lips rub against each other. He leaned in close. “Roll over onto your back,” he whispered into her ear.

As Lisa rolled over, she saw Jack apply more oil to his hands. He took her hand and started to rub her palm and up her arm. He stopped when he got to her armpit and walked over to her other side. This time when he got to the end of her arm he started to rub up and down the sides of her ribcage. When he reached the last rib, his hands moved up to her chest.

Just then, Jack started to get inegöl escort fuzzy, like a television signal that was too weak. Lisa looked around but everything else seemed to be fine. There must be a glitch in the program, Lisa thought. I should remember to tell Dr. Williams about it. Jack started to phase back in. He looked down at his hands and smiled, then he put them back onto Lisa’s chest.

****

Jennifer dropped her pencil on the floor. As she bent over to pick it up, she didn’t notice the monitor she was watching blank out for a second. It continued its readout of Lisa’s vital signs by the time she got up off the floor.

****

Jacks hands moved slowly, rubbing his way up to her breasts. He lightly touched the outside of her breasts with slow circles that went all the way around it. The circles got smaller and smaller. As he got closer to her nipples he slowed down. When he finally touched the edge of her areolas, she let out a gasp. He continued to trace a circle around the pale pink skin as it started to crinkle up. With her eyes shut, it felt to Lisa like he was staying in the same spot for hours when he stopped touching her. She opened her eyes and let out a disappointed whimper. Before she could say anything though, Jack grabbed both breasts at once and rubbed his slick palms over her nipples. Lisa couldn’t control herself and let out a scream as her vagina started to twitch.

After a glorious few minutes, Lisa felt like she would come just from this stimulation alone. As she felt herself nearing the edge, Jack took his hands away. She was about to protest when Jack put his finger up to his mouth. “Shhh.” He placed his fingertip between her breasts and dragged it down her body. When touched the spot where her pubic hair used to be, he cut to the left and went down her leg. When he got to her toes, Jack started to rub them, but the moment his fingers touched the underside of her feet she started to giggle.

“Stop!” Lisa screamed as she pulled her foot away from him. “I’m ticklish.”

“Really,” he said with a sly grin. “Well, this is a test of your tactile suit. This is something else I must check.” He grabbed her ankle and raked his fingers along the sole of her foot. She screamed with laughter and kicked wildly at the tickling sensation. Jack lost his hold on her ankle and said, “I can’t exactly test your ticklish response if you don’t stop moving.” He paused. “I guess I’ll have to tie you up.” There was a flash of light and then Lisa noticed that her hands were tied down over her head. Her legs were also fastened to the end of the table spread wide open.

Lisa struggled against her bonds, but she was held fast. Jack pulled a stool up to her feet, and sat down. Just as he started to tickle her again it hit her…I thought he didn’t know this was a simulation.

****

“What’s going on?” Dr. Williams asked as she ran into the lab. “Why is she laughing?”

“I don’t know,” Jennifer said. “I just lost control of the simulation.”

“Get her out of there now!!!”

“I ipekyolu escort can’t. Not until I can get control over the program again and shut it down safely. If I don’t we’ll lose another one.”

****

“Who or what are you?” Lisa asked between gasps.

Jack stopped. “I was a test subject just like you a year ago. They didn’t have all the bugs worked out then. I went into the simulation and something happened. I don’t know what. It could have been a lightning strike, or a brown out. Hell, it could have just been that someone tripped over the power cord. All I know is that I’ve been trapped inside this damned computer, alone for the past year.” He stood up and walked over to Lisa’s head. “But know I have you here to play with.”

He smiled and held up his hand. He snapped his fingers and a long stiff feather appeared in his hand out of nowhere. “I’ve learned how to control my environment in my long exile.” He brought the feather down on Lisa’s armpit causing her to writhe in hysterics. “I am a god here Lisa. Would you like to be my Goddess?”

“Ahahahhahhaa!!! NO!! Ahahhhaaaha!!! Let me out of here! Ahahhhaaha!”

“That’s too bad. I guess I’m gonna have to convince you then.”

Jack snapped the fingers of his free hand and two machines appeared at the end of the table. The machine held two soft bristled brushes, one at each of Lisa’s feet. The brushes each spun in circles while also moving up and down. Lisa was screaming with laughter. Jack produced another feather and was now running both of them up and down her bound arms. Lisa tried to wiggle out of the way of the feathers but was tied up so tightly that she couldn’t move an inch.

Jack dropped the feathers. They vanished in a flash of light before they hit the ground. He bent over Lisa’s body and attacked her ribs with his bare hands. Lisa was now laughing so hard that all she could do was gasp for air. Jack tried to kiss her but she turned her head away quickly. “Fine then,” Jack said in a disgusted tone. He backed away from her, and snapped his fingers again.

Two new machines appeared on either side of the table. Each one had two attachments: One with a half dozen rotating feathers against her armpits, and another in the shape of a wiggling hand digging into her sides. Jack laughed as he just stood there watching with a sadistic grin on his face.

Lisa was in agony. Her lungs ached from laughing and she thought she was going to go insane from the ticklish irritation. There was nowhere he could move to get away from Jack’s tickle machines. Her lungs ached and her stomach was all tensed up. She didn’t know how much longer she could take it.

After a few minutes of this, Jack walked up to Lisa. Lisa didn’t see her since her eyes were closed with an expression of anguish/joy on her face. He leaned over her writhing body and sucked one of her erect nipples into her mouth. With that one act the tickling sensations took on a new form. They were no longer just irritating, but erotic too.

Jack reached over and started iskenderun escort to caress her other breast as he sucked and licked on her nipple. The combination of tickling and Jack’s touch sent shivers all though her body. They mainly focus around her clitoris. She could feel herself becoming aroused by all this stimulation.

Suddenly Jack stood up and the machines stopped. Lisa lay gasping for breath. “I think we need a change of scenery”, Jack said as he clapped his hands. The whole room went so white that Lisa had to shut her eyes. As she blinked the tears out of her eyes, she noticed that they were in a different room. She was now in some type of dungeon. The wet stone walls held shackles and racks of medieval torture equipment. Her position had also changed. She now lay on a wooden bench. Her arms were still tied over her head, but her legs were now bent with her feet tied to the table. “Do you like it?” Jack asked, smiling down at her.

“It’s ghastly,” she replied.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said ignoring her reply. He pointed to something over his head. Lisa looked up to see a huge metal tank hanging about 10 feet over her head. At the end of it there was a nozzle with a valve on it. Jack walked behind her and said, “Here I want you to see this.” Lisa heard a click and then her torso started to rise up. She could now see between her legs and noticed that a section around the table had been cut out just between her legs. From this ankle she could also see her pussy. Without having any pubic hair there to cover it, she could see her swollen clit.

Jack walked around the table and between her legs. He reached up to the water tank and opened the valve. A large drop of water fell from the end of the tube and fell directly on her clit. The contact of the water sent a shock though Lisa’s whole body. When the second drop hit, she let out a moan. The way her legs were spread, the water would hit her clit and then roll down to her vaginal opening to mix with the fluids already building up there. The impact of the drops felt good, but came maddeningly slow. Between drops her heart would race and her breathing became ragged as she waited for the next drop to fall. Once it did hit, Lisa’s head would go back as she closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation.

After what seemed like hours of an insanely slow build up, Lisa could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. She could tell already that it was going to be a big one too. With all the stimulation Jack had put her body though, she REALLY wanted to come. But as she waited, the orgasm that she knew should be coming wasn’t. This damn water torture must be too slow to make me come, Lisa thought as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Please,” she begged him, “turn it up faster so I can come.”

“Alright,” Jack said as he reached up and turned the water on full blast. Now a steady stream of water fell down onto her enflamed clit. Lisa screamed, as it seemed every nerve in her pussy fired off at once, but she still couldn’t come. She bucked her hips into the air, somehow trying to increase the pressure on her pleasure zones, but it didn’t help. It just made her even more desperate to come.

She looked at Jack. A look of confusion mixed with passion covered her face. “I told you Lisa,” Jack laughed, “I am a god here. You won’t be able to come until I let you.”

To Be Continued…

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New Year’s Eve on Triton- FlashNews- The faculty of the Shoemaker Science Station are dressing the halls all this week for an event that happens once every one hundred and sixty five years. At 4,496 kilometers out, the planet Neptune will complete an orbit of the Sun, and the crew of mankind’s furthest outpost yet is marking the occasion in a big way.

“We don’t get a chance like this very often,” Said researcher Christina Warner. “We haven’t done anything like this since we left Earth. It’s a once in a lifetime thing so, it might get a little bit crazy around here. We tried to save some provisions, like from the only time we received a shipment of steak so far, we put aside enough for the staff to have one each. I think everybody has a little bit of something or another put away for that special occasion.”

Including a potent micro-brew. The local favorite is called Triton Tank-Swill and it packs a mean punch. Station Commander Merrill Weston likes it that way, but he’ll have Gardenburgers on the grill with the steaks.

“The station family will be a Neptunian year old tomorrow,” He says. “Sure, we landed here eleven Terran years ago, but to have made it this far, is a big step for us.” In addition to his degree in Astronomy, he wears the title of station beer-meister, but won’t divulge the secret that gives his Triton-brand its impact. An amateur brewer in addition to his more well known degree fields, he did say the ingredients were grown locally.

The party is set to start at the beginning of the station’s next orbit around it’s host world, Neptune. The site for the party is going to be in the middle of the station’s massive greenhouse, filled with broad-leafed plants just perfect for sucking up Carbon-Dioxide and producing Oxygen.

“Mostly we’re scientists,” Merril said, looking on as decorations, made from scrap but still beautiful, cut the green sea inside the geodesic atrium with streaks of color. “We’re construction workers when they send us new modular units to attach to the main habitat, but we can’t forget that we’re also human. That means that we’re adults sometimes, and kids sometimes, and kids have to play. Being mostly self-sufficient has it’s advantages.”

When asked how his research was progressing, he had nothing but good things to say about the new Clarity-arrayed telescope installed here.

“What to say about our telescope? Wow, I wouldn’t know where to begin. We’re getting better shots of the Alpha Centauri system that we are of our own sun, it’s like we’re right next door. With the technology we’ve got, it would take us forty years to get there, and with Clarity it’s like… like looking though somebody’s window into their living room. We’ll get there someday. I’d like to be around for the fireworks display but I know I did my part.”

Done their part they have, and at the turn of the midwatch five rotations from now, the crew of Triton station will throw a party that, for most of them, will only happen once in their lives. Happy New Year from Triton.

1st Rotation

“What do you think, Merrill?”

The station commander lowered the hardcopy of the update I had filed, FlashNews those fucks. They never told me what I did to get sent so far from where anything was happening but I still filed my reports once every seven rotations. They were paying my way and the electronic credit transfers kept arriving so I’ve be here for a while. On the upside, this station is on the leading fringe of exploration and research, when I got the otherwise numbing news I tried to put things in the best possible light. There’d be a story here, eventually, then maybe I could get the fuck off this rock.

“This pretty well describes what we’ll be doing,” Weston said. “Yes, it’s a festival but it’ll be a working festival. We have several research protocols to cover this whole week. I think it’ll be fun though, I’ve got a list of book discussion groups if you want to sign up for one. You’re more than welcome to join in, of course. We like to think that we’re good hosts.”

“I’ll be happy to. I hope I don’t mess up your research by being a complete dullard when it comes to anything scientific, I just know how to craft words into something that everybody can understand.”

Weston laughed, he was a fifty-something NASA colonel who kept fit by spending hours in the exercise module on the treadmill, gut like a steel plate, he could do 450 sit-ups in a row in Triton’s weak gravity. He was the big man in charge when it came to station affairs and was a fair botanist in addition to being an outstanding astronomer. He loved it on Triton, the fuck. He pressed the talk button on the intercom mounted into his desk.

“Rachael, will you come in here please?” Weston said, then he focused his attention on me as he stretched out at his desk. “That’s okay, this is one subject that I think everyone is an expert on. Besides, just remember that kadirli escort we’ll all be one year old again for a short while, not literally of course, but you can do no wrong when you’re a child, it’s all about exploration.”

“So what sort of protocols will we be testing?” I said. Everything I’d seen so far told me that this station would be the model for any settlements outside the system. The central geodesic greenhouse dome was reinforced by fibro-steel supports thrusting out of an artificial lake, deep enough for swimming and Kelp-beds lined the bottom, crop-fields tended by diver/aqua-culturists. It was heated by natural, geothermal sources and steam coming off it’s surface help from it generated spawned floral growth as dense as it was at either tropic on Earth, a spot of paradise in a dark, cold place. Don’t get me wrong, there were a few things that made it nice.

“Yes, Doctor?” The module door rolled open and Weston’s personal assistant came in with an electronic assistant, stylus poised over the sensor pad, ready to take notes. Rachael Strauss was a stunning example of humanity, a trim 5’7″ with shoulder-length Brunette hair and dark cats-eyes.

She was a recent arrival from Mars and the rumor was that she enjoyed considerable sexual control over than one man. Rachael had superstar, bee-sting lips and a body darkly tanned by the station’s lone UV projector. She liked wearing Lilly musk and wearing fitted shorts with a gray half t-shirts under the blue jumpsuits that were the standard uniforms. Hers were fitted and she wore them to slay. Her legs merged smoothly with her firm, heart-shaped derriere. The jumpsuit was unzipped to the waist and the sides rolled and held back by Velcro tabs. A bellybutton ring flashed from her smooth stomach but more interesting was the engaging way her nipples poked through her bra-material to indent the t-shirt fabric.

“You’ll be happy to know that our friend Maxwell has accepted our offer to join in the study starting today.”

“Fine, I’ll add his name to the pool list,” Rachael said curtly and lifted the EA to make a note. Her contribution to the team was as information specialist. “It’s good to have you on board, Mister Noble, and just in time to, this should make things a little more even. Still, we’ll be lucky to put together ten couples, we’ll still have a couple triple-groups though.”

“It shouldn’t effect the outcome of the study,” Weston said. “You can fudge the draw for him. We want to make a good impression.”

“Of course, Doctor,” Rachael said and gave me an uncertain eye. Despite several months among the crew of Triton station, I was still being accepted by some. “I think I could find one or two people to look after him, if he behaves himself.”

“Oh, I won’t be any trouble.” I said as she turned on her heel. I watched her ass cheeks shift under the elastic blue cloth, the cleft of each showed tantilizingly as she turned. “Unless it’s absolutely called for.”

“Good, well Mister Noble, I’ll keep that in mind.” Rachael said and the look in her changed to one appraising a product.

“In answer to your question, we’ll be going over the Bingham Fertility Protocol,” Weston said and took a pull off of the self-heating cup attached via magnet to his desk. It was filled with a greenish-sludge that I knew to be his latest batch of Triton Tank-Swill. “It was proposed back when we first started settling Mars. Basically, we’ll have round-table study-group discussions and workshops. Once we finish at the end of fifth rotation, there’ll be a reception in the atrium. Fun stuff, a cookout, swimming, you know.”

“So what’s the Bingham Fertility Protocol?”

Weston laughed, making me feel somewhat stupid, like an ape being given a banana made out of wax, always tested.

“It was proposed by a Doctor Estes Bingham back during the early colonization of Mars, twenty-eighty or so. They were trying to put natural methods back into the birth-process but they needed to make it more efficient. They needed to find a way to begin populating the planet without all the lab equipment available on Earth. Then inter-system vessels powered by solar sails came along and made affordable exodus from Earth possible.”

“I see,” Said I, though I really didn’t. “What’s the first study group covering?”

I got a mental picture of a bunch of brainy-types sitting around discussing Proust as Weston leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk. He wrinkled his brow with intense concentration on the screen as he tapped on the desk’s integral keyboard.

“Here we are… the first study-group will cover the complete, unabridged Kama Sutra… the Herrod’s translation, I believe.”

“The what?” In all honesty, I had never heard of such a thing. It was clearly a title among the hundreds of millions that mankind had stored in electronic form, stored forever in ice-cold kapaklı escort orbital data-cores.

“It was an ancient India educational text containing rules for spiritual copulation. It was quite a popular reference until about twenty-fifty A.D. until it was replaced by the Sexomicron, that we’ll be covering during fourth rotation. There’s also the Story of O on second rotation and the Joy of Sex, complete series on the third.”

“Who?” I said, getting tired of hearing names and titles that ten generations of human-kind had forgotten about.

“These were another two guide-books that were considered advanced for their time,” Weston said. “We had to order them in data cube form from Earth but they arrived in plenty of time. You should sign up to lead a workshop, I think there are a few good ones left.”

“Sure, just show me the list and I’m in.” I said. I didn’t know what he was talking about but I was thrilled to be included.

“Fine, fine… just one moment here.” Weston said and clicked through several different files. “Ah, yes, it looks like we have the Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices on the fifth, the Manual of Human Sexuality on the sixth, and during the seventh rotation we rest and picnic in the big greenhouse.”

“Well, how old fashioned of you.” I said, Weston wasn’t wearing a cross but he seemed like the type. Clean cut on the outside, he always had a smile on his face. Sometimes I found it infuriating that he seemed so happy with his lot. Everyone on the station seemed to always be too busy to stop and have a talk, or a kiss, or tumble that I was beginning to feel like a ghost.

“Doctor, your workshop partner is here.” Rachael called in over the intercom.

“Fine, send her in.” Weston said.

A girl came in, none of the stationers carried identification and age was sometimes difficult to tell, but my guess was that the tight-breasted female with the baggy, orange Nomex emergency-suit on was between 16 and 18 Terran years old, was my guess, if she hadn’t been fixed. The badge on her breast was red instead of blue. She was the child of an original stationer.

“Maxwell, let me introduce you to my workshop partner, Molly Flint. I believe you’ve met her parents? They were sitting across from you during chow.”

“Of course, she looks just like her mother.” If she aged half as well as her parents did, Molly would be a stunner into her 50’s and a professional somebody if she ever decided went back to Earth. As far as she would get was Mars, as only a fertilized embryo, her coding had been altered and Earth was closed to what was being fashionably called “genetic tampering.”

She wore her red-hair braided long in a ponytail that hung down to her waist. I could see that the zip-up was hiding a set youthful curves that were of an animal bred to compete. She came to attention in front of Weston she made up with intensity. She was the assistant-captain of the station zero-gravity gymnastics team and practiced daily, now her cheeks wore the red streaks that indicated she’d been crying. Her family name was born out in her eyes, as gray and dark as the stone the settlement was built into.

“What’s wrong, angel? Are you okay? How did phase three go?”

“It hurts, it felt like I got stung by a bee when the piercing needle went through, now my tongue is all swelled up.”

“Say hello to Mister Noble.” Weston said. She turned my way and I felt a needle go through me, I was impaled on her eyes.

“Please to meet you, Mister Noble.” She answered automatically, those same eyes lacked any spark of interest that was more than passing, but her “S’s” sounded like “Th” and her “T’s” were blunted by a thick tongue having trouble with words.

“I won’t think any less of you, there are people all around this system that talk like that and it doesn’t go away, let’s have a look at it.” Weston said. Without hesitation, Molly sank to her knees, sucking on her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and put her head back, then opened her mouth wide. Watching her lips parts was like watching dawn break on the day you’d remember for the rest of your life. “Go on, don’t keep us waiting.”

The pink tip of her tongue trembled it’s way out of her mouth, followed by the thicker body, the cause of distress was immediately visible, a pea-sized silver bead atop a stainless steel post protruding through sweet spot, just perfect for dual-duty use.

“It’s not so bad,” Weston said and nodded approvingly. “The swelling should go down in a few orbits. We can stop if you like, but I would really be unhappy to see the protocols fall behind.”

“It’s Ok,” She said and wiped her sniffles away. “I’ll be alright. I trust you, Doctor.”

“That’s a good girl,” Weston said and stood from his chair. “If you’ll fetch the apparatus we’ll get started. I’ll set up the audio/visual gear.”

She jogged off karacabey escort to fulfill his orders while he moved to the portable video disk player on the floor next to a small therapy bench covered with a thick layer of reactive memory gel. It conformed to the shape of the body and could give comfortable support for hours, as Weston was about to demonstrate. Molly opened a storage locker beside the door and removed something phallic-shaped with lots of straps dangling from it’s triangular synth-leather support.

“My dear, you’ll have to forgive me, I’ve forgotten what number you watched last time.” Weston said as he half-turned and got her attention with a wave, but he had it all along. Her eyes never left him except for when she

“We’re on number eight.”

“Thank you, Molly, please carry on.” Weston said as he rummaged through mini-disk cases. He found the one labeled

6 and slid the disk inside into the player. I scanned the title as he set the case back into the rack. Cum-Eruption Finals 2120 was hand-written on the spine with a permanent black marker.

Molly laid her prize on the table and for the first time I could get a good look at what it actually was… a “penile-suppliment” to use station lingo. It was seven inches long and at least three in girth, made of flesh-colored rubber, and was held in place by a ring and several support straps apparently to keep it in place over whichever orifice it was being inserted into. She looked over her shoulder and backed toward me. “Unzip me please, Mister Noble?”

“Of course, Miss Flint, you had survival instruction today? I understand that some part parts of it can be pretty tough.” I said. The suit delivered partial protection from vacuum and sealed the neck with a collar that a helmet-locked onto. It would provide atmosphere in the event of a depressurization. I cracked the seal at the ring and pulled on the zipper-tab. The smell of a warm, young body rose up with the moist air with that of Lavender water, the combination made my nostrils flare, triggering a flood of Testosterone and Gonadotropics into my system.

“It was fine. We had micro-gravity practice today in the training dome. I was wonderful, I learned how to fly almost. I pulled off a triple-flip, double-twist during practice, micro-gravity kicks ass.”

“Does your mother know you’re using that kind of language, young lady?” Weston said. “I assure you that it is quite unnecessary in this setting.”

“Sorry, Mister Weston.”

Then, in a lower tone, he turned to me and said. “I’ll show you what we to with potty mouths around here, Mister Noble.”

Molly cringed as Weston seized the dildo apparatus from off the table. “Let’s get continue with phase four, assume the position, Molly.”

He used the rubber phallus as a rod and pointed at the memory-gel chair. Molly slipped off her jumpsuit and climbed onto it, assuming a comfortable face-down position that would allow her to see the video-feed monitor. She looked at him with weepy eyes filled with utter yielding as she opened her ripe lips.

“Ok, resuming at eighteen hundred hours, video number eight.” Weston spoke into the personal recorder attached to his label and started the video feed. The semi-final rounds were first. A blonde with elf-like features appeared, working her tongue around the shaft of a man’s cock.

Weston slid the rod across Molly’s tongue, pushing it deeper back into her through until it the synthesized scrotum sac butted up against her lips. Once in-place, Weston used the straps attached to buckled the dildo into place.

“You should have seen what happened when we first started preparing for this,” Weston said as Molly opened her eyes and focused on the video. “Poor Molly was gagging so much around the supplimental that I thought I was going to have to find myself a new workshop partner.”

I could see that the harness around her head was moving somewhat. Molly was working her tongue up and down the length of the prosthesis, the device apparently quite comfortable in her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on the action on screen. The sucktress had a piercing through each cheek to accomidate a camera instead of Stainless-Steel beads, but she had one of those through her tongue as well and was dragging it against the contestants shaft with enthusiastic vigor.

“What workshop is this for?” I said. Molly was beginning to leak. Saliva from her mouth, but it was the scent of juices flowing from elsewhere that caused ugly, primal urges to rise up within me. This fresh female, right here in front of me, any part of her would feel better than velvet glove around my cock. My heartbeat sped up as my imagination went into overdrive, her soft lips working my shaft, her face thrust forward eyes, closed, to receive a sticky shower, little pearls of white spread across freckled cheeks, neck, and chest.

“This is for the Manual of Human Sexuality group, we’re doing a presentation on the effects of suggestive media on the developing mind. It should be a hoot.”

“Call me old fashioned, but there’s going to be a lot of fucking going on during this protocol, isn’t there?”

“Well, of course, that’s the whole point.”

To Be Continued…

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The flight from Christchurch to LA, with a stopover in Honolulu for fuel, was about eighteen hours, followed by another three and a half hour flight into Denver. The three ladies stepped off the plane exhausted from the travel, but excited to see somewhere new, which was the point of the whole trip.

A cheerful tour guide named Ricky met them. ‘He’s cute,’ Adele thought, thinking that taking tours would be better if their guide was hot. She shook her head and listened to what he had to say.

“Welcome to the Mile High City of Denver, everyone. I’m Ricky and I’ll be your tour guide for the week that you’re in town. First thing we’re going to do is collect your baggage and then I’ll drive everyone to their hotel to we can get you all settled in. There will not be any tours today but I will be staying in the hotel with you, just in case anyone has any questions or needs to locate something. Any questions?”

Ricky looked around at the tired faces and chuckled. “Okay. I think the best thing would be to get all loaded up and we’ll get you back to the hotel for some rest. Follow me.”

He led them to baggage claim, getting two baggage porters to help him with their large carts, since there were just shy of a dozen people in the tour group. Once bags were loaded, he led the group to an extremely large white van. With the help of the porters, everything was loaded into the back and the tour group loaded throughout the van. Adele was the last to get in and there was no room in the back. She looked inside, looking for a seat.

Ricky noticed her lack of seating, tipped the porters and walked up. “Miss, since there’s no more room, feel free to sit in the front with me. I promise: I don’t bite.”

Adele grinned and grabbed the handle to the passenger side door. “I do, though. But only if you’re lucky” she said, only loud enough for Ricky to hear. She climbed in, giving him a good view of her athletic legs and muscular behind as her pants stretched across her hips. He could only smile and shake his head, walking around to the driver’s side and climbing in.

“It’ll be about twenty five minutes to the hotel so feel free to get to know each other.” He started the van and pulled away from the curb. “And what about you, miss? You seem to be stuck with me. Anything you want to talk about?”

Adele blushed slightly and she heard two giggles from the seat behind her. She turned and glared at Shannon and Mary, but didn’t say anything. “My name is Adele and my two friends back there are Shannon and Mary.” Ricky looked in the mirror, smiled and waved at her two companions. “We’re from Christchurch and this is our first trip to the States.”

“Well, then. Let me be the United States first ambassador to welcome you to our fine country. What brings you all this way?”

“We decided we needed a vacation. Work. Family. Relationships. You know, all that kind of thing.” Adele saw a movement out of the corner of her eye and turned and saw Shannon making the ‘ok’ sign with the fingers on one hand and pumping her index finger of her other hand into it. Adele quickly turned and looked out the window, feeling her face burn as she heard the other two giggle again.

Ricky looked in the mirror again, but Shannon had moved her hands to smooth the pleats of her skirt, a smirk on her bright red lips. “Um, yes. Family and work. I know how those things can be stressful. But, if you don’t mind me asking, why Denver? Why not Los Angeles or New York?”

Adele opened her mouth to answer, but Mary beat her to it. “Adele is looking for a mountain man to sweep her off her feet.” The two in the seat behind him started laughing uncontrollably and he smiled, noticing that those two were very much in need of some sleep. Some of the other passengers had already fallen asleep, the rest quietly looking around or reading a book.

He cleared his throat. “So, a mountain man, hm? Why a mountain man?”

Adele couldn’t keep from blushing again. “Someone big and rugged. But that’s not really why we came here. We just needed to get away for a while. This seemed as good a spot at any.”

Ricky nodded, but kept quiet. He needed to concentrate on the next few blocks since accidents were fairly common in this area. Some detached part of his mind asked if he counted as a ‘mountain man.’

He pulled into the parking garage for the hotel and pulled up next to a large elevator. Ricky then pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call. A few minutes later, several bellhops made their way out of the elevator and started loading luggage. Passengers were standing in small groups talking or walking around and stretching.

Ricky led them into the elevator and up to the lobby. He walked up to the desk and asked for the room keys that would be provided. The desk clerk provided them, but frowned as he tried running a card through the activator. “Is there a problem,” Ricky asked.

The desk clerk tried again and still it would not activate. “Let me check.” He punched in a few keystrokes and then a few more. “Ah. It seems that one of karaköprü escort the rooms reserved for this tour group had been given away to someone in the medical conference for this week. I’m sorry sir.”

Ricky took a deep breath. “Okay. Whom was the room reserved for?”

“Adele Walker, sir. Every other room is still intact. Her’s was given to a…”

“Look. I don’t care whom it was given to. You need to find this woman another room. We made these reservations six weeks ago.”

“Sir, we have no rooms left. All of them have been taken by the conference and your tour group.”

“For the love of god. Maybe we should just find another hotel to use from now on.”

“Sir, honestly, we treasure the business that your company sends us through these tours. Please give me a moment and I’m sure I can work something out.”

Ricky glared at him. “I’ll be right over there. Call me when you have something arranged.”

He stalked off and went to talk to Adele and tell the rest of the tour group what was going on. Amazingly, there were a number of people who were willing to shuffle themselves around, just to give Adele a place to sleep.

“This is ridiculous,” Ricky exclaimed. “If I have to, I’ll give her my bed.” He started to shake his head and then realized exactly how that sounded. “Um…while I slept on the couch, of course.”

There were chuckles throughout the groups, especially from Adele’s friends. Adele was blushing, as was Ricky. He hadn’t thought it out before he said it. Saving him from further embarrassment was the desk clerk calling his name. Ricky quickly hurried over, only to have the man behind the counter smirk at him.

“Quite the offer, sir. As it turns out, we had a cancellation on one of our few unheld rooms. Of course, it’s a suite and not a regular room, so there will an additional fee…”

Ricky clenched his jaw and felt his upper lip pull back, showing his teeth. “A FEE? Let me get this straight. YOU gave away a room promised to US. You manage, somehow, to find a room for one of MY guests and you want to charge us a FEE because you screwed everything up? Listen, you…”

Before he could say anything else, he felt a hand on his arm. He looked and it was Adele. She smiled at him and then turned to the clerk. “Sir, I think my friend here it right. I don’t think you should charge us extra for your mistake. Now, if you’ll just give me the room key…” She smiled a million watt smile at him and he melted. The desk clerk grinned a goofy grin, looking like his face was going to break. The card was handed over and the whole issue was resolved.

“Thanks, Adele. I think if I had had to talk to him any more, I would’ve killed him.”

“That’s okay. You can make it up to me sometime during the tour.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

Adele smirked. “I’m sure I’ll think of something. The offer of the bed was…intriguing.” She laughed as he started to turn red again.

“Well, that was…you know, just trying to find you somewhere to stay. It was…ummm…”

“Ricky, it’s okay. I’ll take it in the spirit it was meant. I know! You should take me dancing sometime!”

Ricky reached up and scratched the back of his head. “Dancing? I don’t know. Dancing isn’t really my thing. You know the saying ‘two left feet?’ Well, I’ve got three.”

Adele smiled. “You’ve got an extra foot, eh?” She collapsed into a nearby chair in laughter as Ricky’s mouth hung open, speechless for the first time in a while.

The group got their key cards and grabbed their luggage and headed to their rooms. Mary, Shannon and Adele were talking about spending all their time in Adele’s suite instead of their rooms. Everyone said goodnight and settled in for a long afternoon’s nap.

—

The next few days went by smoothly. Ricky showed everyone around the city, pointing out various landmarks and regaling them with the oh-so exciting history of Denver. One day, he took them up into the foothills, everyone oohing and ahhing at the wildlife and the differences between here and home.

Adele seemed to take an interest in Ricky, talking to him on the side, making it a little flirtatious. It took him a couple of days, but he seemed to catch on and make some remarks of his own, out of earshot of the party, of course.

—

The second to last day of the tour, Adele pretty much forced Ricky to agree to take her dancing the next night. It took some wheedling and threats, but he finally relented, promising her that she would be embarrassed to no end.

The next night, he showed up at her suite door, dressed in a dark blue button up shirt and blue jeans, completed by a nice pair of shoes.

Adele, on the other hand, had gone with a loose shirt and a short skirt, the edge of a tattoo sticking out at the bottom.

“Wow,” he said, looking her up and down. She smiled back at him. He held out his hand. “Are you ready to go?”

She nodded and they were on their way.

—

On their way to the club, Adele karatay escort managed to get out that dancing, especially with an attractive date, tended to…you know…get her excited.

He turned and looked at her and she blushed. He returned his view to the road and a small smile crept onto his face.

Soon, he pulled into the parking lot of the club and they headed inside, Ricky paying a small cover charge for the two of them and they were assaulted by a drum track that made the windows rattle. They immediately moved out onto the dance floor, Ricky looking sheepish.

Adele grabbed his hands and started trying to get him to move. He grinned and moved a little, mostly the junior high school dance bouncing the legs kind of moving, but at least he was trying.

The current song ended, startling the two of them with the small space of silence. They moved a little closer together and started swaying with each other as the next song started.

As the night progressed and their body heat increased, Adele and Ricky moved closer and closer together. Soon, they were almost on top of each other. Adele looked deep into his eyes and he looked back, both of them caressing each other’s arms and backs, Ricky’s hands even slipping down onto her behind.

With almost no pause, the next bass track started thumping, causing her chest to vibrate. She couldn’t even feel her own heartbeat from the booming coming from the speakers. She turned and looked at him and watched his chest rise and fall as he walked toward her, sweat beading his forehead. She took a step toward him and his arm was around her waist, holding her close and looking into her eyes. They bored into her, his excitement reflected from the spinning disco ball in the ceiling.

His eyes traveled her body, from her beautiful face to her sculpted body to the trace of her tattoo showing below her skirt, down her firm legs. He ground himself into her as she straddled his leg. She gasped as he held her close and almost possessed her body there on the dance floor.

Her hand went to his neck, drawing his face toward hers. He moved toward her lips, holding himself back from them by less than an inch, feeling her hot breath on his face. They moved together to the beat of the music, her skirt riding up slightly giving him a better view of her tattoo, the pattern drawing his eyes up her leg. She smiled and flung her dark brown hair back, pulling on her skirt, drawing it even higher.

He grinned and watched as her pattern grew, stopping at halfway up her thigh before letting it drop back down to the normal level. He put his hand on her leg and ran it up the side and under her skirt, feeling her muscles flexing. He slid his hand up further to grab her firm behind, belatedly realizing his fingers hadn’t traversed any fabric on the way there. She laughed at the look on his face and pulled him close enough to kiss.

Their mouths finally met, working their lips against each other. Adele opened her mouth, licking around his lips. She could feel him moan into her mouth, sticking his tongue out to touch hers. Their tongues engaged and it felt like electricity flowed from hers into his, causing his heart to start racing even faster. He reached up and cupped the back of her head in his hand and mashed his mouth onto hers.

They held the kiss for the rest of the song, breathing shallow through their noses. In the space of a few seconds before the next song started banging in their chests, she whispered to him and he grinned and then grabbed her hand and they almost ran for the door.

—

They quietly made their way to the elevator. This was quite a task since they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other on the drive back. Once the door was shut, though, he pushed her against the back of the elevator car and ground himself against her, trying to touch her everywhere at once. She lifted her leg and hooked over his hip, just like she did at the club and accepted his humping. She murmured in his ear and he reluctantly pulled away from her as the bell rang, signifying their floor. The pulled on their clothes to look almost presentable as the door opened.

They stepped out and looked both ways down the hall, but saw no foot traffic. He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall. They got to the doorway and he paused, reaching into his pocket for her key card, since she had no pockets. He pulled it out and held it up. “This is your last chance to…” That was a far as he got. She had snatched the key out of his hand and threw herself into him, closing his mouth with her own.

She awkwardly worked the card key into the slot and then pulled it out, slapping the door latch as the light glowed green. They fell into the room, letting the door close behind them.

Tearing each other’s clothes off, they broke kisses only long enough to remove shirts. Adele started to unzip her skirt and he shook his head. “Leave it on,” he mumbled into her mouth. “At least for now.” She nodded and pulled off her shoes, karesi escort sighing with relief. Just as things were reaching a boiling point, there was a knock on the door. They looked at each other and he leaned his head against hers. “I’ll be right back.” He removed her hand from his pants and grabbed his shirt, pulling it on as he went. Adele crawled onto the bed and started moaning.

Ricky opened the door and there was a hotel employee with a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne chilling in it. The staff member started to ask where to put the bucket when Adele moaned. Loudly. Ricky closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them, the man from the hotel quickly resumed his spot, smile in place. He had obviously been trying to see what was going on inside the suite. Ricky grabbed a few bills out of his wallet and traded them for the bucket, and then he shut the door in the surprised staffer’s face.

He walked back into the room to find Adele lying on the bed, skirt pulled up, stroking herself. He blinked a few times and then set the bucket on the nightstand, noticing her gaze on the bucket. “You want some champagne?” She bit her lip and shook her head no, then clamping her mouth on his. He slipped his lips loose and began to lick and suck on her neck. She gasped and clutched at his hair, groaning as he took a nipple into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue.

He continued his route downward, nibbling on her rig cage and tonguing her belly button, which made her giggle. He lowered his tongue further and licked around her small strip of hair. Just as he was about to apply his tongue to her, she gripped his shoulders. Hard. He winced and looked at her. She shook her head no and he sighed, enjoying cunnilingus as much or more than sex itself. He licked his way back up, taking a slightly different track, then gently laid his weight on her, kissing her again, tongues wrestling.

With cat-like quickness, Adele rolled him over and held his hands out to the side. She began her own journey southward, licking at his nipples, the tip of her tongue setting his chest on fire. Agonizingly slowly, she licked her way to his patch of hair and touched the underside of his pole with her tongue. It jumped at the tongue and pulled a small groan from him, she still holding his arms out.

She watched as it twitched, sticking her tongue out and letting the underside of his head bump into it, causing him to lift his hips slightly, seeking her warm mouth. She clamped her lips on him, taking only the tip into her mouth, smiling around it as he gripped the bed sheets until his knuckles turned white. She started bobbing her head ever so slightly, gently squeezing his swollen balls with her hand.

As he released his held breath, he raised his head so he could watch her work him with her mouth. She bobbed up and down, still only on the head, her tongue piercing causing him to jerk every time it bumped him.

Ricky thought that he was going to explode almost immediately, but she stopped moving, only flicking her tongue against him while holding his knob in her mouth. He looked into her eyes and saw that she was gesturing at the ice bucket on the night table. “You want some now,” he asked, surprised. She shook her head no, the sides of his head pulling slightly out of the corners of her mouth. He reached out and pulled a piece of ice out of the bucket, groaning when she clamped down on his erection harder.

Adele used her other hand to take the ice from his hand. She opened her mouth, keeping her tongue on him and slipped the ice into her mouth and closed it, trapping the ice against his rod.

He groaned and lifted his ass fully off the bed from the simultaneous warm and cold feelings. He opened his eyes again and saw her motioning for more ice. He handed her another piece and watched as it disappeared under her skirt and become buried between her legs. She whimpered around his shaft and the vibrations pushing his control to the limit.

She swiftly jammed most of his length into her mouth, removing the overwhelming sensations from his crown, her cool tongue running along his shaft. She groaned around him again, her hand moving quickly under her skirt.

She buried her nose in his dark, trimmed pubic hair, stretching her tongue along his length. She pulled her head back up and began quickly bobbing her head in time with the moving of her own hand. He groaned again, gripped the sheets and pulling them as her mouth assaulted his cockhead. He knew that in no time, he’d be beyond the point of no return, but that there wasn’t much he could do about it.

She felt his cock start to swell in her mouth and moaning, wanting to take everything he had to give. She sucked harder, feeling her own orgasm about to crash.

He grunted and lifted his ass off the bed, spurting into her mouth. She moaned again, swallowing as much as she could, rubbing herself as quickly as she could. As she swallowed and swallowed, she climaxed, screaming around his cock causing him to buck more, his head vibrating with her screaming.

As she shook with orgasm, she laid her head on his stomach, his cock still bobbing in front of her. She reached up and stroked it gently, a small blob of cum still sticking to the end. She stuck out her tongue and smiled as he moaned when she removed it with the tip of her tongue.

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It was raining when Keisha stopped by on her way home from university. I was whiling away the time watching an old episode of Mad Men.

‘God, it’s wet! My shoes are drowned,’ Keisha said.

‘Take them off,’ I suggested.

‘I have,’ she said. And then she saw what I was watching. ‘Ha! Mad Men. Can you believe that crap?’

‘I can,’ I said. ‘I was there.’

Keisha looked at the screen and shook her head. ‘Total fantasy. It couldn’t have really been like that. All the bosses are blokes. And all of the women are skivvies. Handmaidens. Bowing down at the feet of the self-important sharp-suited demigods.’

‘Yep. That’s pretty much the way it was,’ I said. ‘Back then.’

Keisha snorted. ‘Yeah, right.’

Keisha is my great-niece. She wasn’t born until the first week of the 21st century. For her, the late 60s may as well have been Ancient Greece. It was all long before her time. I even had to explain to her who Jim Morrison and Grace Slick were.

‘You were there?’ She shook her head in disbelief. ‘And did you wear one of those little drug-dealer hats?’ she asked.

‘Oh, yes. All of the guys had at least one of those.’

She nodded. ‘Cool.’ (It seems that narrow-brimmed hats were ‘cool’, even if male chauvinists who wore them were not.)

‘I think that Kenny Donaldson had one for every day of the week,’ I told her.

‘Kenny Donaldson? Who was Kenny Donaldson? Was he another of those flower-power singers?’

‘He was my first boss.’

The first time that I saw Mad Men, Don Draper reminded me a lot of Kenny: cool as ice on the outside but pedalling like mad on the inside.

‘Did you have a handmaiden?’ Keisha asked.

‘I shared a secretary with another bloke, if that’s what you mean. Janice. Jan. A nice girl. She married a building contractor, as I recall.’

‘And did she make you coffee and sort out your dry cleaning?’

‘Yes, she did. Although I was always happy to make her coffee.’

Keisha nodded. Maybe great-uncle Sam was not such a total bastard after all. ‘Did your place have any women who weren’t handmaidens?’

‘Secretaries,’ I said. ‘We didn’t call them handmaidens. And, yes, we had a couple of female copywriters. And a female art director. Mad Mandy. A strange girl. I think she used to do acid.’

‘But no managers. No top dogs.’

‘Not when I first started. No. But then we pitched for a cosmetic account. Kenny knew the marketing director. Tennis club, I think. Or maybe it was a squash club. It was a long time ago now. Anyway, the marketing director let it be known that having a woman on the team would not do our chances any harm. That’s when Kenny hired Gail.’

‘As …?’

‘As a suit. Yes. She had previously worked in media sales. There were a lot of women in media sales back then. It was all face-to-face in those pre-internet days. I suspect that, to some extent, the prettier the face, the better the sales. But I could be wrong.’

‘Did she have to wear a drug-dealer’s hat?’

I laughed. ‘No.’

‘A suit?’

‘Oh yes. She was very professional.’

‘In what way?’

‘Gail was all business. And she certainly took no prisoners.’

‘Did she have a handmaiden?’ Keisha asked.

‘If you mean did she have a secretary … yes.’

‘Did you like her?’

Did I like her? To be honest, when Gail first arrived, I didn’t have that much to do with her. She worked on the cosmetics pitch, and then, when we were awarded the business, she was the account exec. I was the account exec on the brewery business, so our paths didn’t cross a great deal. But I think that we got on well enough when our paths did cross. ‘Yeah. I liked her,’ I said. ‘She could be a bit sharp. A bit confrontational. And she did sometimes blow hot and cold. As I said: she certainly took no prisoners.’

‘What does that mean?’ Keisha asked.

‘Well … she tended to shoot first and ask questions later.’

Keisha nodded.

‘A couple of the older guys were a bit sexist. Well … very sexist. But she soon had them sorted out.’

‘Good on her.’

‘I think that most of the agencies were pretty sexist back in those days. And a lot of them were run by out and out bullies. They wouldn’t get away with it today. But, back then … well, it was just the way things were.’

‘Was your boss a bully?’

‘Kenny? No, not really. karşıyaka escort Charm was Kenny’s weapon of choice.’

We only held the cosmetics business for about 18 months. The company was bought out by one of the big conglomerates and our brands were deleted. Orderly marketing, they called it. It certainly wasn’t Gail’s fault. And, after that, Kenny drafted Gail in to work on the First Resort business.

Most of First Resort’s properties were dotted around the Caribbean, with a few more on the Costas. Naturally, Gail had to visit some of them – just to get a feel for what the business was all about. As I recall, her subsequent suntan caused a few ruffled feathers among some of the older execs. ‘Work?’ I remember Howard Austin saying. ‘That girl wouldn’t recognise work if it jumped up and bit her on her backside.’ The truth of the matter was that Gail worked very hard indeed. I guess that beoing a woman in a man’s world, she had to.

It was about a year later that Kenny promoted me to account director and put me in charge of the Christina Cruises business. Christina Cruises was a joint venture between P&M Shipping and a Greek squillionaire, and it was one of the first cruise companies to go after the emerging ‘new middle classes’. One of my first duties as the new account director was to attend the World Travel Congress in Miami. Gail also attended. She was there in her role as account exec on the First Resort business.

The convention was held at Bal Harbour, an up-market beachside community at the northern tip of Miami beach. It was on the second day of business that Gail somehow managed to slip and sprain her ankle. The first that I knew about it was when one of the bell boys brought me a note from Gail saying that she had had a bit of an accident and wasn’t going to be able to meet me for supper that evening.

Her note didn’t say what sort of an accident or what the consequences were. So I phoned her room to see if there was anything that I could do. I think that she said something like: ‘Apart from getting me a new ankle – preferably one that’s about half the size of the one I currently have …’

‘Well, you probably should try and get something to eat,’ I said.

She said that she had just phoned Room Service and put in an order in for a steak sandwich. ‘You could always come and join me,’ she said.

When I got to her room, she answered the door wearing one of the hotel’s three-quarter length towelling bathrobes. And she did, indeed, have one ankle that was about twice the size of the other one. ‘Maybe we should see if we can find a doctor,’ I said.

‘I’ve already done that,’ Gail said. ‘Or at least the hotel did. She – the doctor – said that it’s just a sprain. Nothing’s broken. I’ve got this ice pack. And some pain killers. Oh, and I’ve ordered you a steak sandwich. I hope that was OK.’

As well as the steak sandwiches, Gail had ordered a bottle of wine. A Californian red, as I recall. And, by the time that we had finished our surprisingly-good steak sandwiches – with French fries – the normally buttoned-down Gail had become rather loose. I guess it was probably the combination of the drugs and the wine.

‘What would you like to do now?’ I asked as I topped our glasses with the last of the wine.

‘You could fuck me if you like,’ Gail said.

I think that I may have laughed. Probably nervously.

‘Don’t you want to?’

‘Do you want to?’ I said.

‘It would take my mind off my ankle,’ she said.

As I watched Gail hobble over to the bed, lie on her back, and undo her bathrobe, I remember being both surprised and amused. It certainly wasn’t a scene that I had even vaguely contemplated.

‘You might need to help me,’ Gail said, as she pushed her knickers down slightly and uncovered her glorious dark blonde bush.

I gave her a second or two to change her mind (she didn’t), and then I kicked my shoes off and joined her on the bed. And then she did change her mind.

‘No. This is not going to work, is it?’ she said. ‘I think I’m going to need the ice pack again. Sorry.’ And she started to sit up.

‘Just stay there,’ I said. ‘I’ll get it.’

I went and got a towel from the bathroom and put it under her ankle. Then I got the ice pack. But it had turned to a slush pack. I had noticed an ice machine at the end of the kartepe escort corridor, near the lifts – elevators – and so I took an ice bucket – and her room key – and went in search of fresh supplies. Ten minutes later, we had the ice pack back in service.

‘Sorry,’ Gail said. ‘Maybe we can try again tomorrow.’

‘Where have you been?’ Keisha asked.

‘What?’

‘I thought that you’d gone to sleep,’ Keisha said.

‘No. Just thinking.’

‘Just thinking?’

‘Yeah. Just remembering something that happened a long time ago.’

‘You were smiling,’ Keisha said.

‘Was I?’

On the third and final day of the convention, Gail got to attend a couple of the sessions with the aid of a wheelchair that the hotel just happened to have on hand. And, that evening, she and I shared a surprisingly-good fish supper at the hotel’s beachfront grill. But that was it. And the following day we flew home. There was no mention of our Room Service supper and what might have been. Although I must confess that, for the next few months, the memory of Gail’s luxurious dark blonde bush did play a starring role in some of my midnight masturbation sessions.

And then – I guess it must have been a year or so later – Gail was head-hunted by O’Rourke & Bateman. Kenny tried to persuade her to stay, but the O’Rourke’s offer was too good. It was a chance for Gail to move up to account director with her own account group.

On the night before she left the home of the mad men, Kenny took a bunch of us out for dinner at a Tuscan-inspired place in Marylebone. The meal was excellent. And afterwards, Gail and I shared a cab.

‘Where to?’ I asked.

‘Well … we almost got there in Miami,’ Gail said. ‘We could give it another go if you like.’ And we got the cab to take us to Gail’s place, which was just the other side of Lord’s Cricket Ground.

I’m not sure why it took so long for us to ‘get together’. Working together probably had something to do with it. And, to be perfectly honest, we didn’t have that much in common. Not really. But the sex … the sex was brilliant. It just worked.

That first night we started out with my tongue exploring her dark blonde bush and what lay beneath it. And, in the words of Restaurant Rex, an early food critic who had a column in the West London Gazette, ‘I’m pleased to report, dear reader, that it tasted every bit as good as it looked’. After that, we had a brilliant doggy-style fuck. At 25, I wasn’t exactly new to the pleasures of the flesh, but Gail was exceptional. Truly exceptional.

‘You’re smiling again,’ Keisha said. ‘Are you going to share?’

‘I think that you had to be there,’ I said.

It’s funny how memory works, isn’t it? I can remember that first night with Gail as though it was yesterday. I remember how she looked; how she smelled; how she tasted; how she felt. But I can’t for the life of me remember why we didn’t do it again for several weeks. Maybe one of us had to go away. I don’t know.

My next memory is of driving down from North London on a sunny afternoon. I think that it must have been a Saturday or a Sunday. I had probably been to a bookshop that I used to frequent up near Hampstead Heath. As I got down towards Lord’s, I decided to make a little detour to see if Gail was at home. I remember ringing her doorbell and, when there was no reply, deciding that she wasn’t at home. And then, just as I was walking back to my car, she appeared. She was wearing a three-quarter length towelling bathrobe like the one that she had worn in Miami. She said that she had been out in the little courtyard at the back of her flat, enjoying the sun.

‘Oh. Come in,’ she said. ‘I thought that you were someone trying to sell me something. Or worse: one of those religious nutters.’

I followed her into the kitchen where she made a jug of Pimm’s. And then we went out to the south-facing courtyard and, once out there, Gail poured a couple of glasses of Pimm’s, removed her bathrobe, and lay back on the towel-covered sun lounger. She was naked beneath the bathrobe. Well … naked save for a slick coating of suntan oil.

We sipped and chatted for a while, and then I moved my chair closer to her, spread her elegant legs slightly – she didn’t object – and put my fingers to work on her beautiful cunt. Three or four times I brought her to kaş escort edge of orgasm, but then pulled back. Finally, I led her over the edge.

Gail’s little courtyard was very private. There were no neighbouring windows overlooking it. But when we reached the magic moment, I’m sure that Gail’s vocalisations would have left any neighbours within earshot in little doubt as to what was going on.

‘Perhaps we should go inside,’ she murmured when she had had a chance to catch her breath again. ‘Don’t want to get too much sun, do we?’

The table in her kitchen was just the right height. I bent her over it and lined my super-hard cock up with her hot, slippery slot.

‘This is your turn,’ Gail said. ‘Just be my guest.’

‘Be your guest?’

‘Just whatever makes you feel good,’ she said.

That was the afternoon that I discovered that fucking her in the arse made me feel pretty good. It seemed to make her feel pretty good too. Perhaps that was what she had meant by ‘Be my guest’.

After that, Gail and I got together once or twice a week. I even wondered if I should invite her to move into my place. But the more that I thought about it the less it seemed like a good idea.

‘You never have any Coke in your fridge,’ Keisha said.

‘No. I don’t drink Coke.’

‘Never?’

‘Not for a long time,’ I said. ‘I used to enjoy a splash in my rum. But I haven’t drunk rum for years now.’

Keisha frowned. ‘Why not?’

‘Don’t know,’ I said. ‘There was probably a reason that I stopped – but I can’t remember what it was.’

Keisha frowned again and shook her head.

I can’t remember exactly when or why Gail and I came to an end either. It probably had something to do with Gail’s bouts of depression. Every now and then she would turn into the blackest of wicked witches. I tried, a few times, to get her to go and talk to her doctor about it. But she said that her doctor would just give her zombie pills. ‘I don’t want to be fucking zombie,’ she said.

I didn’t exactly forget about Gail. She wasn’t the kind of woman that you could easily forget. But I wasn’t tempted to pick up the phone. However, about a year later, she phoned me.

She had a couple of friends who were thinking about setting up a travel agency that sold nothing but cruises. They had done quite a bit of homework. On paper it certainly seemed like a viable proposition. But they wanted to talk to someone who knew the industry from the inside. ‘Would you meet them over a glass of wine?’ Gail asked me.

‘Well, my knowledge has a particular perspective,’ I reminded her.

‘I’ve explained that,’ she said. ‘But they think it would be really helpful.’

We agreed to meet up at The Fruit of the Vine.

Gail’s friends – Toby and Vanessa – seemed pretty switched on. And they definitely seemed to have done their homework. We chatted for almost two hours. And then they disappeared into the night with my business card in Vanessa’s voluminous handbag.

There was still some wine in the bottle. Our second bottle. I poured half into Gail’s glass, and half into mine. ‘So, how are you?’ I asked.

‘Busy,’ she said.

‘And are you still living just beyond the third man boundary?’

Gail frowned. And then she smiled. ‘Oh. No. I’ve abandoned Lord’s to the true cricket fans. I’ve bought a flat just off Hyde Park Square. I can walk to work.’

‘Nice,’ I said.

‘It is. I probably paid too much. But it’s a great location. And it had all been done up. You should come and have a look at it.’

‘I will,’ I said.

‘Now would be good,’ Gail said. ‘No time like the present.’

Funnily enough, I knew what she angling at. But we finished our wine and went anyway. She was right. The location was great. And the flat, while small, was nigh on perfect.

‘The main bedroom is just through here,’ she said. I followed her, and waited while, as fastidious as ever, she removed her jacket and her skirt and placed them carefully over a chair. We didn’t bother with the bed. I pushed her back against the wall and pulled down her knickers while she freed my cock. Her cunt was hot and slick. And everything went together the way that it always had.

‘Well, that still works,’ I said after we had both come.

‘We could have made a great couple,’ she said. ‘Maybe even Mr and Mrs.’

‘Except I would have had to learn to love vegetarian food. And you would have had to learn to love post-bop jazz.’

‘I’ve given up being a vegetarian,’ she said. ‘And, in time, I might even learn to like jazz.’

‘You’re smiling again,’ Keisha said.

‘Am I?’

‘You are. I’ll make you some coffee,’ she said.

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Give me a few paragraphs to set the stage, and then I will take you to a place you’ve only imagined.

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

I was thinking about our preconceptions about reciprocity as it applies to sex; about that feeling of obligation that most of us seem to have that says that each partner must reach orgasm, preferably simultaneously, for a sexual encounter to be successful. And how that extends beyond orgasm right back into foreplay. If I spend time exploring your chest, you reciprocate by playing with my breasts. If I take delight in giving you head, you feel the need to reciprocate by tonguing my pussy. Get my drift?

I’m not saying those are bad things; don’t get me wrong, I enjoy all of those activities and more, and I agree that there must be a certain amount of give and take in any relationship. However, what you sometimes find hard to understand is that reciprocating does not necessarily mean giving back exactly the same thing. I want you to know that by taking or accepting what I have to give, you ARE giving, simply because of the enjoyment I take in giving pleasure to you.

You have admitted that you understand this concept when you are the giver; you have proven yourself only too well in your ability to give, and I know you take pleasure in that giving. But you still have trouble accepting that it can work both ways, you can’t just lay still and receive what I have to give.

So today, I’m determined to change that. Are you with me? Here is what you are going to do. I want you to take a long, hot bath. Relax completely. Take your time scrubbing every square inch of yourself until you are warm and squeaky clean. When you’re done, wrap yourself in a towel, and come knock on our bedroom door, but do not open it. Instead, close your eyes, turn around so your back is to the door, and wait for me. Do you understand? Yes? Good! Are you game? Fantastic!

*With a warm kiss and a press of my body against yours, I push you off towards the bathroom.*

**************
From this point on, I would like you to read each line slowly, without skipping ahead. Take the time to let each word sink in, and imagine each whisper, each breath, each touch.

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

I jump when I hear your knock at the door.
I’ve been waiting in nervous anticipation;
confident in what I’m doing,
but eager to put my plans into action
and to see your reactions.
I open the door to see you standing there,
back facing me as I had instructed,
a towel wrapped snuggly around your hips.

Your hair is still damp from the bath
and I can feel the heat of the warm water rising off your skin.
I move closer to you, lean over your shoulder,
and I whisper “Don’t move, and keep your eyes closed.”
I see you tense a bit at my words,
and startle at the feel of my bare nipples grazing against your back,
but you do as I say,
even as I whip the towel from your waist.
Clearly, you’ve been doing some anticipating of your own while in the bath,
and I grin as I peek around to the front of you and see you semi-hard before me.

“Stay still” I repeat, as I reach behind you.
You feel my arms as they brush up alongside you,
one on either side,
sliding up your arms and over your shoulders,
as if I’m reaching around you.
I see you tilt your head to the side,
trying to figure out what I’m up to,
but otherwise you obey my command to stay still, with eyes shut.

I see your body jerk and hear your sudden intake of breath
as you feel the soft fabric of the blindfold touch your eyelids.
“Don’t worry” I chuckle,
as I tie the strings firmly behind your head
“You’re in good hands”,
emphasizing my point by running my hands over your back,
and cupping your buttocks,
rubbing myself against you in the process.

I take your hand and guide you slowly to the bed.
While you are moving in darkness,
I have the light of several candles lighting up the room,
giving it a soft glow and casting flickering shadows across your warm skin.
I turn you so that your back is to the bed
and press myself against the length of you,
giving you a long, deep kiss,
before placing my palm on your chest
and pushing you back to sit on the bed.
You can feel the thick layer of flannel sheets
that I have put on top of the bed and for a moment you
wonder why I might have done so.

But those thoughts are interrupted as you feel
something light trailing over your shoulders
and chest, and across your arms, tickling your senses.
Again, I see you tilt your head to the side,
trying to make sense of what you are feeling.
I take your hand and close your fingers around the strip of silk fabric,
drawing it through your fingers so you can feel the length of it.
A look of comprehension spreads across your face
as I loop one strip around your right wrist, making it snug, but not too tight.

I repeat this process with your left wrist,
then run my hands down your arms to your chest,
down your abdomen, dipping into navel,
sliding across your kemalpaşa escort hips to the tops of your legs.
I hesitate there for a moment,
dragging the remaining two strips of fabric around your waist
and letting them rub against your pelvis
before my hands continue their journey to your ankles
where I fasten the remaining strips securely.

I kiss your eyelids and your cheekbones
before capturing your mouth again,
moving my lips urgently across yours.
I slap aside your hands as you try to caress my shoulders.
“No touch” I chide,
placing your hands firmly at your sides.
“Lie down” I command,
pushing you backwards onto the bed.

With some poking and prodding
I move you to the centre of the bed.
I place a pillow under your head,
and another under the backs of your knees,
making sure that you are completely comfortable and relaxed.
Without talking, I securely fasten your left wrist to the corner post of our bed
and I walk around the bed to do the same on the other side.
After testing the play in the silk restraints,
I run my hands over you, feeling the muscles tighten in your arms.
“Relax”, I murmur. “I’m not going to hurt you”.
I see a look of doubt cross your face
and I smile, knowing that I will soon remove that look from your face.

I walk to the bottom of the bed
and fasten each ankle to the corners of the bed
so that you are spread out in all your glory before me.
I know you feel vulnerable,
but I can also see that you are highly aroused,
and I take a minute just to drink in the gorgeous sight of you.
I see you wiggle a bit,
trying to gauge how much you can move,
and laugh when I sense your frustration.
“Patience, deary, patience.”
“Good things come to those who wait.”

My preparations almost complete,
I crawl across the bed towards your head
and reach to the night side table to scoop up
a couple of small items.
Leaning over you,
so that my breasts fall across your shoulder
I nestle down into the crook of your neck and
I whisper in your ear “You are MINE”,
using my tongue to trace the outline of your ear.
“This isn’t about control, or force or submission.
This is about giving you the complete freedom to simply enjoy.
Just like I am going to enjoy making love to every last inch of you.”
And with that, I take the small earplugs
and fit one gently in each ear canal, shutting off your sound,
knowing that by doing so, you will be totally focused
on each and every touch that I am about to bestow.

Still on the bed beside you,
I raise up on my knees so that I can take a long look at you.
You can feel the movement through the mattress
and can feel my knees as they press against your side
but I can see by the cautious expression on your face
that you wonder what I am up to, as I decide how I want to proceed.

You sense my weight shift again
and feel the lightest touch of my mouth upon yours.
I’m careful not to let any other part of my body
come into contact with yours,
so our only connection is the brush of my tongue as it circles your lips,
and I draw my head back as you raise yours,
denying you the firmer contact that you desire.

Using the fingers on both hands
I begin to draw lazy lines down both sides of your face,
Starting at your temples, across your eyebrows,
down your nose and across your cheekbones,
behind your ears, and down the sides of your neck.
following your collarbone to the hollow of your neck
where I pause to give you a kiss, nuzzling my nose in the depression there.
Using a single finger from each hand,
I trace down your sternum, and then out across your chest,
making a large arc around each nipple,
drawing a spiraling circle, getting tighter with each sweep
until my nails graze the outer edges of your areolas,
feeling the bumps that are starting to rise there.

I use the fingers on each hand to close in on your tightening nipples,
rolling them between thumb and forefinger,
and then tugging lightly upward, making them stand stiff and erect.
Bending my head, I repeat the circles around each nipple with my tongue,
getting closer and closer until I can flick each one with my tongue
before suckling it deep into my mouth.

Once again, I shift forward to kiss you,
this time letting my mouth rest firmly on yours,
using my tongue to open your lips,
and I let your tongue dance with mine,
drawing yours urgently into my mouth,
gasping as I imagine you entering me in a similar fashion below.

Breaking the kiss, you feel my weight leave the bed.
For a moment, you sense nothing,
until you feel a warm wetness trickle onto your right shoulder
and continue down the inside of your right arm.
A slightly spicy vanilla scent reaches your nostrils
just before you feel my hands begin to massage the oil into your shoulder.
My firm hands loosen the muscles in the shoulder and up the side of your neck,
before dragging down your kemer escort upper arm, tracing the separation of bicep and triceps,
examining the joining of your elbow, and working down your forearm.

Taking your hand in mine,
I massage your palm with my thumbs as I move down to kiss your wrist.
I circle each finger with mine, working the oil into each joint,
then entwining my fingers with yours.
As I release your fingers, I take each one deep into my mouth,
wrapping it firmly with my tongue, rolling my mouth around you,
then lightly dragging my teeth along your skin as I withdraw the finger
and move on to the next.

I move to the other side of the bed and repeat the process,
in no particular hurry,
taking time to enjoy the feel of every muscle in your arms and hands.
Once I’m done, I step back and admire you,
your arms now slick and shiny with oil,
the flames of the candles reflected in the sheen on your skin.
With a smile, I run my slippery hands over my own breasts,
massaging the remainder of the oil into my nipples,
feeling them already hard with my arousal.

Bending close to the bed,
I let my breasts fall across your left side,
and slide them back and forth,
feeling the friction of your nipple as it bumps against mine.
I move farther up the bed and, placing one knee on the bed,
I lean farther so that my nipple touches your lips,
and I laugh as I see you suddenly startle,
and your mouth anxiously seeking to find its reward.
I gasp as I feel a sudden shot of electricity move through my breast
as you draw my nipple roughly into your mouth,
and I hang there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of you devouring my tit,
before abruptly withdrawing and getting off the bed.

You sense from the movement of air across your naked body
that I have opened the door and left the room.
A few minutes pass, and you begin to wonder if I’ve left you there.
Knowing my sense of humor,
you wonder if perhaps I’ve decided to go shopping,
or if I intend to leave you there while I watch the latest episode of Boston Legal.
I see relief cross your face when you sense my footsteps
as I re-enter the room, and I see you tilt your head again,
your sign that you are trying to figure out what I’m up to.

I purposely bump against the side of the bed
so that you know I am close,
but I wait another minute,
watching you squirm within your restraints,
trying to guess where I am going to touch you next.
I see you unconsciously raise your hips,
trying to draw my attention there.
“Not yet, my dear” I chuckle to myself, “All in good time”.

I watch your face flex in surprise
as you feel the sudden touch of heat on your chest.
Something very hot and soft, yet firm,
is stroking your right nipple,
brushing around in a circle,
leaving a damp trail that, while smooth, is not slick like the oil I was using earlier.
In fact, there is a certain friction between your sensitive skin
and what you have now decided is a small paintbrush.
I see you arch your back to raise your left side towards me,
because you know that in my preference for symmetry,
your left nipple is about to feel the same delicious warmth.

Once that is done, you feel the trail of liquid heat
move down the centre line of your chest, down your abdomen,
forming a puddle in your navel, before continuing downward.
Just how far will it go?
The brush passes through your curls
and you feel my hand touch your cock for the first time,
lifting the hardening shaft up and away from you,
so that I can apply the hot brush in long, broad strokes,
spreading the delightful heat along the top, bottom and sides of your organ.

You feel my weight on the bed shift as I put my tools on the side table
and I take up my place kneeling beside you, admiring my handiwork.
As the liquid cools, it gels and contracts slightly,
creating a pleasant, tugging itch that reminds you
of exactly where my brush has traveled.
Placing a hand on either side of you to support myself,
I bend to begin my task of cleaning away the sticky substance,
broad strokes of my tongue washing over your chest,
swirling around your nipples as I purr in cat-like delight.
I follow the path downward, alternately licking,
nibbling and sucking on your skin,
enjoying the warmth of you in my mouth.
My tongue delves deep into your navel, searching for every last drop.
I spend extra time on your curls, grooming you there with my tongue,
before running long flat licks up you shaft, now fully erect,
cleaning each side thoroughly before touching the head.

That task done, I hold your cock firmly upright in my hand and contemplate my dessert.
The dark red helmet that tops your shaft reminds me of
a cherry that might be placed on top of a scrumptious treat,
with a drizzle of pre-cum oozing from the end.
With a delicate flick of my tongue, I taste those precious first drops,
their saltiness mixing perfectly keşan escort with the sweetness of my artwork.
Unable to help myself, I pop the entire cherry of your cock
into my mouth, sucking it firmly against the roof of my mouth.
My tongue cleans the underside, rolling from side to side,
then I loosen my suction so that my tongue can move up and over the top.
Mmmm…..pure heaven. An intense wave of arousal moves through me,
as I feel your cock pulse and twitch in my mouth,
and as I feel your hips try to buck towards me,
knowing you want to be deeper in my mouth.
I know it’s time to move on, and my mouth leaves you.

I chuckle as I see you wince in frustration,
pleased that my efforts are having the intended effect.
I decide that it’s time for you to get a little taste of what I’ve been enjoying,
and I gasp as I part my nether lips and touch the warm brush to my clit,
spreading the mysterious substance in two long strokes inside my folds.
I crawl back on the bed and move towards your head,
lifting one knee up and over to the other side of your head,
until I am positioned on top of you, my hands on the headboard for support.
I feel your head lifting and turning from side to side between my legs,
so eager are you for any contact between your lips and my flesh.
I shiver in anticipation as I lower myself towards you,
until I can feel your hot breath on my open pussy.
With the first touch of my lips to yours, I feel your head lunge towards me,
your nose abruptly hitting my clit and sending a wave of pleasure through me,
before your tongue gets its first taste of the hot butterscotch sauce that I’ve applied there.
I groan as I feel your tongue go mad, licking and slurping and pulling at my labia,
knowing that the butterscotch has been diluted with my own juices,
which have been trickling down my thighs ever since we started.
As your tongue attacks my clit, I feel those familiar contractions begin deep with me,
and I know that if I don’t stop you now,
I’ll lose myself and grind my pussy down onto your tongue,
letting you bring me over and beyond the edge of orgasm.

Somewhat regretfully, I rise and crawl off of the bed.
Dipping a washcloth into a bowl of hot water that I have nearby,
I wring it out before using it to wipe the remaining stickiness from us,
the roughness of the cloth reminding you of my tongue on your nipples.
I wash your abdomen, your curls, and manhood with care,
before patting you dry with a towel,
smiling as I see your cock bobbing helplessly before me.
“Don’t worry, my sweet, your time will come”
And I bend to give you a kiss, before climbing back onto the bed.
This time I move to the base of the mattress, kneeling between your spread legs.
Once again you feel the warm trickle of massage oil hit your skin,
starting with the tops of your feet, and drizzling up your shins, to your knees.
Using one hand on each side, I work the oil into your feet,
firm enough not to tickle, lacing my fingers between your toes,
then using my thumbs to spread the oil into the balls of your feet.
With broad strokes of my hands, I massage the oil up your lower legs,
feeling your muscles tense and contract as I move higher,
running my hands under the backs of your knees, feeling a pulse there.
Now I squirt more oil up your right thigh,
dropping it from sufficient height so that you feel the impact
as the path heads towards your groin,
stopping just short before repeating the process with your left thigh.

Leaning forward now over one leg, I slide my hands up your thigh,
fingertips spread wide and held firm, moving in circular motions as I progress,
barely reaching the crease where leg joins hip before switching to the other side.
Beginning again at the knee, I again spread upwards,
but this time my kisses trail behind my hands, and I work from the outer thigh
by your knee, crossing my way over top as I head north,
until I am kissing your inner thighs where they begin to brush together.
I grin as I see that my progress up your thighs has once again captured your attention.
Your manhood, which had begun to relax as I massaged your feet,
is once again showing vigorous signs of life at my approach.

I see a smile spread across your face when you sense a generous stream of oil
fall on the tip of your cock, to dribble down the sides, over and around your balls,
oozing between the crevice of your buttocks to the sheet below.
I feel your legs tense and notice you hold your breath as you wait
for the touch that you know is coming.
I start by placing a palm under your sac, lifting slowly
until I feel the weight of you in my palm, then I place the other hand on top.
Cradling your balls in between my hands, I gently roll them,
feeling the slipperiness both within and outside of the sac.

I use one hand now to work the oil up from the base of your cock,
using a firm stroke of the hand to spread it up around your shaft,
until the mushroom-shaped head is rolling in my palm.
I find myself mesmerized by the sight of the head of your cock
disappearing and then reappearing as I stroke you.
My one hand continues to stroke you, while the other slides back off of your balls
to follow the trickle of oil that has disappeared between your legs.

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It just stood there. Not a care in the world. Shamelessly soliciting its’ wares. ‘For Sale’ it screamed. So vulgar. Had it no decency? What a slut.

Grant stood beneath the sign. The description of standing may have been sympathetic. His legs gave the merest nod to the concept while his frame sought solace from gravity against the garden wall. A distant passer-by may have mistaken him for a man at peace, serenely taking in his surroundings, contented perhaps waiting for his betrothed to consider a new marital home.

A closer inspection would have reached a wholly different conclusion. His resting face gave all the evidence needed. It was fleeting, but it was there. Micro gestures, passing in an instant but repeating often enough. The closed eye lids twitched, soft cheeks winced, gentle lips formed a soundless snarl and then rested as if momentarily taken over by an invisible being. The signs of a man in pain.

“Oh you poor man. Can we help you?! Here let us sooth your brow. Let us ease your burden. But what is that smell? Your breath…..it has a faint tinge of……ah. Never mind. We’ll just be leaving.”

Of course. The Saturday Morning Hangover. The traditional state of the 30-something British male. The self-inflicted pain leading to the throbbing head and that inevitable sense of self-loathing formed by the realisation that there was no one to blame but himself.

That didn’t prevent Grant from investing in some pretty intense resentment. A passing Volvo with a loose fan belt; a young mum with wailing baby; the distant squeal of a bus braking; a particularly self-righteous bird tweeting. And yes, even silent ‘For Sale’ signs. All received his passive hatred and the hope of a slow, painful afterlife.

The sign of course REALLY deserved it. The sign was the reason he had hauled his weakened frame out of bed at 8am on a Saturday, braving public transport (driving wasn’t an option!), and was now being comforted by a cold garden wall rather than a warm goose down duvet.

“Mr Thorn?”

His painfully slow, alcohol dampened reactions were the only thing stopping him from jumping from his skin. The urge to rip down the advertising board and beat his attacker……..well that passed pretty quickly. Instead he chose Plan B: He opened his eyes.

His move paid off.

“Abigail Knight, Mr Thorn. I think you are my 9 O’clock?”

Oh thank you universe; thank you alarm clocks; thank you ‘For Sale’ sign. All is forgiven.

Abigail was a picture. 20-something with milky skin; brunette, hair tied up with some break away strands brushing her cheek; a dark trouser suit with a crisp, feminine white shirt. A little shorter than him in her heals. She stood favouring one leg, the other kicked back just a little, file in one hand while nervously twirling her loose hair in the other.

“Mr Thorn?” She was almost imploring now.

“Yes. Grant Thorn”, he found his voice. “Sorry you surprised me. I was thinking about something else”.

He proffered his hand, part greeting and part reassurance that he wasn’t completely unusual. She paused for the briefest instant before taking it, a smile brightening her face but more from relief than joy. Her hand was soft, her skin warm, and her touch gentle.

“Well let’s go in, shall we?” she proposed. He held her gaze, not breaking contact as their hands also retained their hold. She had the deepest brown eyes. Had he ever really noticed eyes before? Most people had them, sure, but he felt like he’d always taken that for granted rather than really checking for himself. Until now. The distance between them seemed to be shrinking but they hadn’t moved. Not a little bit.

The bird tweeted. It seemed deafening. God he hated that bird.

She pulled her hand away, a blush forming on her neck and cheek, visible against her perfect creamy skin. She shuffled her papers nervously, pulling out a set of keys that had been hidden in a small brown envelope. Wordlessly she turned down the path, the noise of the jangling keys both a distraction and a call to follow.

He followed.

Her back was as appealing as her front. Her rear shone brightly in his vision, wiggling in time to the jangle of the keys. Pert in what must have been a skin-tight pair of trouser-cum-leggings. She navigated the path delicately; her high heels pronouncing the shape of her legs.

He came up behind her at the front door. Just one step more than usual decorum would permit. As she worked the door locks he leaned forward, smelling her subtle scent.

She paused, sensing his presence. Carefully she turned the key in the final lock and pushed, stepping forward and pivoting to manoeuvre her back against the opening door. Standing side on to him in the doorway Grant could see the full flush of her face, her expression stern and accusing.

“Make yourself at home won’t you Mr Thorn?”, her tone now very different from the warmth of her hands just a few moments before.

He stepped forward through the doorway, erdemli escort turning to face her as she retreated, pushing the door back a few inches to keep space between them. Their eyes met again, the deep galaxy of brown so much closer, so rich, so inviting, but so at odds with the set of her face.

She held his gaze, a contest of wills for those few seconds. He felt the maddening urge to lean into her, to push her back against the door, trapping her while he seized her head in his hands and pushed his lips onto hers.

But he fought his instinct, giving her the win. He walked on.

He was immediately standing in a living room, which had invaded and beaten the hallway in some previous battle. The open-plan space was achingly beautiful. Two soft brown leather sofas focused the room, facing each other over a low oak coffee table. This threesome sat on an island of deep red rug, surrounded by a sea of slate-grey stone. The far wall housed a Victorian iron fireplace, flanked by oak bookcases overflowing with hard and soft bound volumes of all ages and sizes.

He loved it.

The door shut softly, while the five-lever lock had other ideas and clanked its confident presence.

“The owners did the conversion themselves. They opened up the downstairs, extended the rear and replaced just about everything: floors, windows, lights — the works”.

She tapped past him, her shoes sharp on the stone floor. She was all business now, beckoning him to follow her through an archway to the back of the house. The arch opened into a large kitchen-diner. Another island rose prominently in the middle of the room, topped with wood and surrounded by chrome and leather stools. The usual functional kitchen kit was arrayed around the walls: a large American style fridge and a huge brushed steel cooking range.

But it was the view that so captured his attention. There was no roof. Nor a back wall. Instead there was the earth and the sky. An expanse of glass stretched from the rear floor through where the ceiling would have been, exposing a deep garden, a skyline of tall trees and the heavens above.

He loved it more. He walked to the glass doors, admiring the view and the impossible feeling of space in the middle of a huge city. Could he live here? How could he live anywhere else? He caught his reflection in the glass, his lean cheeks carrying a dark stubble that matched his thick hair. His youthful features beginning to acknowledge the impressions of life, light brushstrokes evident next to his eyes and on his forehead.

His mind continued its wander, picturing a future in this place. He began to absentmindedly rub his lower back with his left hand, reaching under his leather jacket and t-shirt to ease a sore muscle. The rugby game the previous week had been more brutal than usual, and his poor bag of bones didn’t recover like it once did.

His eyes extended their gaze through his own image to the reflection of the scene beyond. He could see Abigail at the wooden island, one hand resting on her papers now on the counter, the other on her hip. Her image was surprisingly clear in the glass, her perfect frame a welcome addition to an already lovely view. He could see her gaze follow his hand, fixed on the exposed skin of his muscular back, taking in the taught shape of his rear in his dark blue jeans. He kept rubbing, moving his hand left and right, pleased to see her eyes move ever so slightly to follow.

He felt himself stir, a faint but definite tightening. His arms tingled as his body began to respond to the urge that pulsed through him. His alcohol infused blood quickened; the pace of his heart loud in his ears. Could he do this? Surely this was ridiculous? The whisky from the night before dulled the doubt and fed his fantasy. The incoming tide of excitement washed away any last physical pain.

He let his hand fall and stood still for a moment, refocusing on his own reflection. One thought echoed in his mind.

If not now, when?

In one movement he turned and strode quickly towards her. The distance between then narrowed, his expression hard and focused, hers moving through surprise to shock. Still, she didn’t move.

His heart pounded in his ears. Each step one closer to commitment, the sound of his footsteps hard against the stone floor silencing his doubt, repressing his reason.

Her hands clenched; her shoulders tensed, forcing her chest out towards him. It was all the invitation he needed, whether she meant it or not.

And he was on her. His hands cradling her head, her eyes wide in disbelief as his lips found hers. She froze, not resisting but not welcoming the urgent search of his tongue against her lips. Her arms rigid in their pose; it was as if her whole body hung like a statue from the hands that held her cheeks, his fingers now tangled in her hair.

His tongue probed her lips urgently. Parted slightly in surprise of his lustful advance they stood firm to further assault. He pressed fatsa escort on, pushing every inch of his body against hers. The hardness in his jeans found her soft void between her thighs. Still she didn’t move. Seconds felt like years. Doubt resurfacing and immediately inflamed with fear.

And then the statue came to life. Marble became flesh. Her mouth yielded to his probing tongue, lips parting and caressing him as he entered her. Her head tipped to the side, locking their lips together as her hands freed from their pose and reached around his back, slipping under his jacket and enveloping his muscular back.

He released her head, sliding his hands down her neck, shoulders and to her waist, brushing the curve of her breasts on their journey south. She breathed in deeply and stroked his tongue with her own in encouraging response.

His hands, emboldened, furthered their exploration. Her skin was warm and soft over a frame toned and athletic; firm, peachy bottom; slim stomach and full, rounded breasts. He gently caressed every inch that his hands could reach. His fingers travelled the outline of her rear followed the length of her spine, and discovered her hardened nipples through her top. She shuddered with nervous excitement; all the time their mouths busy at their business and his business hardening every moment in his jeans.

He pushed her jacket back and off her shoulders, following up his success by quickly unbuttoning her shirt. She made a grab for it as it too fell away.

“No we can’t, I have to…” she begged desperately before he silenced her with his mouth. She tried to talk but only managed a whimper, now topless aside from a lacy white bra. He shrugged off his jacket before seizing her rear and lifting her bodily onto the counter sending the papers spinning onto the stone floor.

He climbed on top of her, the kitchen island becoming their bed, the wood their mattress and the lovers its reason to be.

He rested on his knees as she lay beneath him. Freeing himself of his t-shirt, he bunched it into place under her head as a cushion to the firm surface. Her hands touched his waist, before gingerly caressing his toned stomach, sending a tingle through him as her soft fingers explored the smooth topography of his body.

Time to do some more exploring of his own. His fingers hooked under the waist of her leggings, moving his weight to one side and allowing the freedom for further undressing. She raised her hips as her shoes and leggings fell to the floor. Her cream, lacy panties matched her bra, and her slender frame matched his dreams.

She reached for his belt and ripped the clasp open. He rolled onto his back next to her to pull off his jeans, revealing the sizeable strain against his snug shorts. The sight of his erection made him stop suddenly — or more precisely, what was left of his rational brain briefly seized control from the testosterone fuelled animal that was driving his advances. He looked at her, the spell seemingly broken, the realisation of what he had done dawning. The embers of fear inflamed again. Oh my god! What would she do?

And then she really surprised him.

She slid onto him, her face immediately over his, her hands pinning his arms pack over his head. He surrendered, at first in pure surprise, then relief, and then in the excitement at her control. She kissed him deeply, her hair softly enveloping his face, her hand stroking his cheek. She withdrew her tongue before gliding down his body, licking his chest, teasing his nipples between her teeth. Her breath on his moist skin sent electric tingles to the tips of every finger and every toe.

Her tongue traced the outline of his length through the cotton of his shorts. He was aching to be set free. And as if he had begged out loud the underwear was no more and he felt the warmth of her mouth envelop his being.

The sensation engulfed him. Her mouth encased his length, her tongue willing his hardness to live within her. The sensation was almost more than he could bear, gasping for breath as if suffocating under the weight of her lust. He reached out, grasping for relief from the ecstatic pain that he wished he had unwittingly brought upon himself. His hand found her cascading hair, flowing through his fingers and disappearing as her lips hastened their repetitive journey up and down, her tongue leaving a glistening trail of pleasure on his length.

Her ministrations seemed to last a blissful eternity. He could take no more — he sat upright, his stomach taught against her gently pulsating head. He pulled her up, her lips parted, eyes narrowed in lust, her hand still holding onto his growth, gently running her fingers around its tip.

Their lips once again entwined, he reached around and unhooked her bra. The softness of her breasts hung proudly, her hard nipples nestled against his muscular chest. He held her into him with one hand behind her back as the other traced the shape of her curves, all the time finike escort her delicate fingers playing with his manhood and cupping the tenderness of his loins.

He swung her onto her back, quickly moving his attention from the wetness of her mouth to the wetness of her thighs. The sweetness of her excitement was almost effervescent, filling his nose and overpowering his other senses. He manoeuvred to the moist lace of her underwear, inhaling deeply. His tongue traced the outline of her shapely lips. She gasped, her back arching and her hand entwining with his thick hair, seemingly pushing and pulling him to stop at once but never stop at all.

His fingers snuck under the folds of her underwear, immediately encountering her yielding wetness. Gently they inched inside her while his tongue discovered her precious nerve through the fabric. He teased her, his tongue making little circles over and over again while his fingers massaged her inside. Her body rocked gently in time with his rhythm, her moans an angelic chorus.

The taste in his mouth and the scent in his nostrils overpowered any shreds of remaining reason. Sitting back he hooked his thumbs around her final wisp of clothing and pulled, her legs straightening readily in compliance. His hardness brushed her thighs as she parted for him, her hands grabbing it and pulling him in.

He lay over her, supporting his weight with one hand while the other held the base of his shaft. She brushed his hand aside, gripping him and positioning his tender head against her inviting opening. With her other hand she pulled his handsome head onto hers. Their eyes met and for a second they paused, two souls released and free to revel in instinct and urge.

The second passed. Their lips met and in the same instant he was in her, his naked length filling her inside and his body sinking onto hers. A whimper came from the back of her throat, pleasure not pain and her legs wrapped themselves around him, locking their union in place. Two hands embraced his cheeks; fingers explored his hair as their mouths came together in unfettered desire.

Gently he rocked back and forth, his pelvis pressing on to her. His movement found its mark, stimulating her where his tongue had been but a minute before. Noise came again, more a moan now than a whimper. She pushed herself up to him, her breasts firm and full against his chest. He could feel her tighten, his small thrusts in and out of her becoming more pressured, more pleasurable. He felt incredible inside her, so alive…. whole…. complete.

He quickened his pace, the intensity of their rhythm growing. Her body moved in time with his, his heartbeat fast and heavy in his chest. Their mouths still locked together, tongues exploring as very thrust came a little stronger and a little faster. Her hands moved from his head to his broad back and taught shoulders, feeling his strength as she tightened her lush, wet self around his throbbing, driving hardness.

His rhythm increased again, strong and incessant but perfectly in time with the beautiful music of her perfect body. He could feel a tremble coming through her, light but unmistakable, a signal of her abandon, of her lust. It only excited him more, a buzz of electricity added to the wet, heavenly tightness that surrounded his glistening length as it dove in and out of her yielding, womanly lips.

Gone was any sense of pain, no lingering injury. In its place: only euphoria. He willed the sensation to last forever. He chased it, hunting for it in every thrust. He found himself being drawn further and further into the never-ending moment, deeper into their passion, all consuming. The intensity grew with every quickening stroke. Their lips broke away; her hands reaching back to hold onto the edge of the counter. The tremble of her body, emanating from her pelvis now seemed to occupy every part of her. A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies which only seemed to add to incredible charge of their skin touching.

He could feel a heat building from the base of his shaft, the muscles around his penis tensing and un-tensing unwillingly. His eyes closed, a gasp of effort and concentration leaked from him as he fought the inevitable, delaying his climax with all his will. A few beads of sweat ran from his damp hair, down the side of his face and onto her chest, itself flushed and sticky.

His loins tightened involuntarily, the mental damn he had created weakening with every powerful thrust into her lush insides. He opened his eyes, looking down on her beautiful face, now screwed up in ecstatic pain. Her eyes hidden behind closed lids, not seeing but feeling every moment of the exquisite pleasure and riding the wave of tremors that built inside of her.

Her mouth opened, her lips a perfect circle and a soundless scream erupted as her body suddenly bucked and rocked violently. The tremors became a quake, her whole body became consumed in the shock of her climax. Her tightness around him became unbearable. His damn broke and the heat within him exploded, sending bursts into her depths. Pulse after pulse seemed to only extend the moment of her own climax, her body shaking more violently. His shaft felt impossibly hard, engorged as he released himself into her, each climactic thrust adding to their exquisite union.

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I wasn’t planning on what happened.

Ok, so maybe I kind of was. I always caught him looking at me, and I guess I DID think he was kind of a cutie. Not that I was ever going to go anything about it. He was one of my younger brother’s friends, which made him off-limits according to our little neighborhood code.

Plus, ever since I went away to college three years ago, I rarely saw my brother let alone his friends. But I needed to get out of the damn dorms next year. That meant spending the summer at home, working at some restaurant, and saving my ass off. After all that I could even hope to have enough money for an apartment next semester. So things being as they were, I thought this summer was going to suck. And it just might have, if it weren’t for what happened last weekend.

It all started in the midst of my parents annual 4th of July party. Things are just plain insane on that day. My entire extended family plus friends, neighbors, and God only knows who else crowding our house and yard. I’d just had about enough of chasing my little cousins around the lawn, and was going to pass out from heat exhaustion of I didn’t get into the pool A.S.A.P. I ran up to my room to change into my bathing suit, and right when I had stripped down to nothing, my door flew open. In bolted Lane, swimming trunks in hand. You should have seen the look of total shock on his face. What the hell? This wasn’t a freaking resort hotel! Was he surprised to find me in my own room?

I stared back at him. Lane—About 6’3,” 170-175, skinny but toned—face of an angel. Nineteen years old, he still had that look-at-me-I-wanna-be-punk style going, but actually kinda worked for him. This summer he bleached the tips of his spiky black hair and died them blood red. A few holes in each ear, his eyebrow and his tongue pierced. And as always he was wearing one of those leather metal-studded dog collar-lookin things around his neck. But this time with no shirt I could see the tight abs on his flat stomach, and his little happy trail disappearing down underneath his dark baggy jeans. I was just about drooling, before I came to my senses.

“Jesus Christ!!” I shrieked, suddenly grabbing my towel, trying to cover my completely nude body. “Close the fucking door!” I mean hell, it was bad enough that he saw me. I didn’t need half of Lower Michigan to see my bare ass as well.

He did close the door, all right. But not before first stepping inside. Lane walked slowly toward me, with a smile on his face that would make the Cheshire Cat’s look like a frown.

“What are you…” My voice trailed off, as Lane’s hands came up and touched my face. They were so soft. He brushed aside my long blonde hair, and caressed each cheek, then down my neck–the whole time his deep green eyes burning into mine. I tried to look away, but Lane put his hand under my chin and gently tilted my face up to his. His lips brushed mine, and I felt a jolt go through my body like I’d never felt before. Lane pressed his body against me, and I could feel his hard cock even through the thick material of his jeans. I put my arms around his body.

I felt Lane’s tongue lick gently at my lips, and I parted them, but he didn’t move inside. He stopped, stepped back, and looked at my body. I didn’t even realize I had dropped my towel, and I was about to grab for it again, until I felt his soft hands again against my quivering skin. He ran his fingers up my bare sides, over my stomach, and then gently over my breasts, cupping them in his efeler escort hands. I felt his palms scraping my nipples softly. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I took one of his hands and slid it down my stomach, until I felt his palm brush my totally shaven pussy. I knew he had to feel how swollen and wet I was. I let out a little whimper. Lane jumped back, startled.

I looked in to his eyes. Something was wrong. Couldn’t this boy see how badly I wanted him? “Lane…?” I took a step back toward him. “What’s wro–“

“I’ve never been with a girl before,” he blurted out, before I could even finish. “I’ve never even really touched a girl,” he said quietly, looking down at his feet.

Oh my God, was all I could think. How in the hell could a guy who looked like this still be a virgin at nineteen? I could see the lust still on his face as he looked back up at me, waiting for me. Waiting for something from me.

“Hey Lane? Where the fuck’d you go?!” I heard my brother’s voice call from downstairs.

Lane grabbed his suit off the floor. “Dude! Hang on! Can’t I freakin’ change?” In one quick motion Lane kicked off his shoes, and yanked down both his jeans and his boxers. I caught a glimpse of the dark shadow of his closely trimmed pubic hair and his still rock hard erection before he slipped into his trunks, and out of my door.

I smiled to myself, wondering if he was planning on swimming in his socks.

Ten o’clock was the designated time for my step-dad’s “famous” fireworks display. So, by quarter to ten the whole fiesta had headed out onto the driveway to watch, and I had retreated out to the backyard to hide. Perfect chance to chill in the hot tub by myself, I thought. That is, untill I got back there.

Walking around the corner of the deck, I could see a dark head of wet hair resting back against the Jacuzzi. Goddamnit, if Uncle Ralph had fallen asleep in there again I was gonna be pissed. For as big as he was, the man really couldn’t hold his party punch.

But it wasn’t Uncle Ralph. Even in the almost pitch dark, I could see it was Lane — the light from a tiki-lamp casting the shadow of his adorable face. Without even a thought, I stripped down to my bikini, and slid into the hot tub beside my prey. But he didn’t move. His eyes closed he didn’t even notice someone had joined him. I just sat there for a moment, simply enjoying the feel of the hot bubbling water massaging my skin. I watched as droplets of water collected on the baby-smooth skin of his chest.

I couldn’t hold back for long. “Lane…” I whispered, and impulsively I leaned in and brushed my lips softly against his. His green eyes opened, and looked directly into mine. Lane’s started to get up, and his mouth opened as if he were about to speak. But I stopped him, touching my finger gently over his parted lips.

“Shhh, sweetie. You’re not going to let you get away from me again.” I smiled at him, caressing his cheek with my fingertips. He smiled back, a bit shyly, and sat back down. That was all the encouragement I needed.

I moved closer to him, sitting myself onto his lap. I could already feel his cock hardening through the thin material of my bikini bottoms. I wrapped my legs around Lane’s waist as I began to lick and suck at his lips. I heard Lane moan softly, and with his arms tight around my body he began kissing me deeply. The feel of his hot tongue in my mouth was enough to make my pussy start to dampen. As we kissed, I rubbed my elbistan escort swollen cunt against the hardness in his lap. I felt Lane’s hands slide slowly up my bare sides, as the steam from the bubbling water clouded around us.

His hands cupped and rubbed my tits, over my bathing suit. Even in the water, I could still smell his sweat and his cologne. I whimpered, and pushed harder against him, my lips pressed to his neck. It felt good, but I needed more. Leaning back, I untied the laces of my bikini top, and pulled it off. Letting it float away, I took Lane’s hand gently in mine, and placed them on my now bare, swollen tits.

His eyes lit up as he began to play with them, weighing them in his hands and rubbing his palms against their tips. He smiled as he watched my nipples tighten under his touch. He tried pinching one lightly, and feeling the responsive movement of my hips, he began to pinch my nipples harder, pulling at them as he left a trail of little kisses down my damp neck. He continued to kiss down my chest, stopping at my breasts. He looked into my eyes for encouragement. “It’s okay, you can taste them, sweetheart,” I whispered, and cupping the back of his head in my hands, I lowered his hungry mouth to my tits.

Lane stuck out his tongue and first only licked quickly at my now rock hard nipples. They were a deep almost hot-pink color now from all his attention. After a few minutes of licking at them like a little boy with an ice-cream cone, he put his lips around one nipple, sucking it into his hot mouth. I moaned again, and began to move up and down against his cock, showing him want I needed.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I reached into his trunks and found his hard dick. I began to rub it up and down with one soft hand, loving the way the friction from the water made my hand slide roughly over his cock. I started stroking him faster, until I felt a drip of sticky pre-cum leak from his swollen head. I rubbed the silky drop over his tip, until it melted away into the water.

Pushing him up onto the side of the Jacuzzi, I positioned Lane so his midsection was level with my mouth. “You ever had a girl suck your cock before, little Lane?” I asked, a devious smile on my pretty face. He just shook his head, eyes wide, as I lowered my lips to his throbbing dick. Cupping his balls in my hand, I licked slowing up and down his ridged shaft, loving the way he throbbed with every flick of my tongue. I tickled his heavy balls with my fingers, as I enjoyed the salty taste of Lane’s young hard cock.

After playing like that for a couple minutes, I wrapped my lips tightly around his head, and pushed the entire length of his cock down my throat. With my hands holding on tight to his sweet little ass, Lane put his hands behind my head and began to fuck my mouth, thrusting harder and harder. He suddenly stopped.

“I…I don’t want to cum yet.” He stammered, gently pushing my face away from his tummy, and climbing down off the side of the tub. Lane began kissing me again, this time a little more aggressively. I felt his hands run again over my breasts, but this time they didn’t stop, running down over my stomach and lower over my shaven little mound. He paused only for a second to pinch my hard clit, before shoving one long finger into my tight hole. He began to wiggle it inside of me, as if he was trying to get used to the totally new feel of a cunt around his finger. I moaned, a harsh, unladylike sound, as he continued to erciş escort finger my deeply, the water washing away all the hot lubrication that dripped from my hole. I think he was enjoying himself.

“Now it’s my turn to play,” Lane said, pushing me into his former position up on the wall of the Jacuzzi, and ripping off my bikini bottoms in one swift motion. As my tits met the rush of cool air, my nipples hardened even tighter, and he pinched each one roughly, before spreading my legs wide to get a good luck at what I had to offer.

Staring at my pink pussy lips, Lane played with them, pinching them between his fingers and spreading them wide until he found my hard clit. “I think I’m going to lick you now,” he said, a look of concentration creasing his forehead. I would have giggled if I hadn’t screamed.

Using two fingers this time, Lane shoved deeply them into my tight hole, as his mouth came down over my open pussy. He licked quickly in tight circles over my lips and hole, sucking my juices into his mouth. I whimpered in pleasure, as I felt the cool metal of his tounge-ring scrape my hard little clit. Removing his fingers, Lane stuck his long tongue up inside of me, and drank from my throbbing cunt. I came hard, pushing his face hard into my pulsing pussy, my nails digging into the skin on the back of Lane’s neck.

I sighed, as Lane let my body slide down the slick wall back into the hot water. Lane’s held my head to his chest until I calmed down, but I was nowhere near finished with this boy. I kissed him again, as a means of distraction, and I slide his trunks slowly off of his body. He didn’t seem to even notice until, pulling myself back onto his lap, I had positioned my hungry cunt directly over his cock.

“You’re going to fuck me now, Lane.” I said, my eyes locked with his. Again wrapping my legs around his waist, I took his hard shaft in my right hand and I lifted my body so I could feel his head just touching my pussy hole. “Push your cock up inside me.” I commanded.

No more then a second later I felt him penetrate me, scraping the inside of my tight cunt as he pushed himself as deep into my soaking cunt as he could go. Placing Lane’s hands on my ass, I showed him how to move me on his cock. And as I bounced up and down, Lane buried his head in the crook of my neck, as he thrust himself harder and harder into me.

After just a minute of fucking, all my wetness had been washed away, and with every thrust, it became harder and harder to get him all the way inside of me. I slowed down a bit, trying to let my tight pussy adjust to the feel of his big dick.

“Please…don’t stop. Ride me harder…” Lane grunted, grabbing my ass and trying to take me deeply once again. And I did, forcing the entire length of him roughly into my now burning hole. The friction was just too much, and I told him I was going to cum again. “Oh, fuck…I am too, baby.” Lane whispered.

Just then, I felt Lane’s body tense as he trust one final time, and grunting, he spilled his hot cum deep in my little hole just as my pussy pulsed around his cock in my own climax. We both moaned, and his arms came around me, pulling me close.

Resting his forehead against mine, “I…I think I love you…” he whispered, barely audible over the sounds of the bubbling water and our heavy breathing. “Shhh…shhhh” I hushed, stroking Lane’s hair until both of our breathing had returned to normal.

Lane helped my re-tie my bathing suit, and just as he slipped back into his, we heard my brother’s voice as he joined us in the backyard. “Hey!! What the hell are you doing? Did you guys just miss the fireworks?”

“HELL no!” answered Lane, as he took my hand and helped me step out of the Jacuzzi. With the smile I saw on his adoreable face, I knew this boy was mine.

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The Penske files

Sharon heard an unexpected noise in the cubicle areas outside her office. Who could be around here at this hour on a Friday before a three-day weekend?

Through her office window she saw a tall figure walking through the rows of cubicles. The person stopped, and then made their way toward her office. In a moment Daniel, a marketing assistant, appeared at her office door.

“I thought I saw the lights on in your office. What are you doing here so late on such a nice Friday evening, Sharon? It’s a three-day weekend, too.”

“Hey, Daniel. I’m trying to get this Penske proposal ready by Tuesday since Ann’s on vacation. Thought I’d plow through it now, so I don’t have to come back and work on it tomorrow. I want to enjoy the whole weekend,” she replied. “And what about you? What brings you back to the office so late?” she asked.

“I was out having a couple of beers with friends after work, then I realized I’d left my backpack here. It’s got my gym clothes in it and that’s where I’m headed next. I almost didn’t make it into the building before they locked the doors.”

“Going to go work off those beers, huh?” she asked with a smile.

“Gonna try,” he said, grinning.

He looked more closely at her and scowled. She still wore her corporate gray skirt-suit and white top, though she’d kicked off her shoes.

“You look tense and tired, Sharon. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather come back tomorrow and finish that proposal? It’s late, and you said earlier you’d gotten here at seven o’clock.”

“I’ve thought about it,” she replied. “I should at least take a break. I’ve only been doing simple stretches here at my desk. My eyes sting from looking at the computer screen so long.

Daniel looked thoughtful and hesitant.

“Well, I recently started going to massage school. I should give you a couple pointers for working at your desk.”

“Really?” Sharon exclaimed. “Then you’re just the person I want to see!” She thought for a moment. “I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll be leaving us, though.”

“No worries there, it’s just something I want to do to help people. And the extra money wouldn’t hurt, either. It’ll be a side gig,” he replied.

Sharon paused.

“I hesitate to ask this, but would you mind rubbing my shoulders a bit?”

“I was thinking about it,” Daniel said, smiling. “It would give me a chance to practice on someone who’s not a classmate. It’s inappropriate I guess, though — I mean as co-workers.”

Sharon was Daniel’s manager and vice president of marketing. She had interviewed and hired Daniel. Why not? she asked herself. After all, some high-tech firms offer free shoulder massages to their employees. Consider it “executive privilege.”

Sharon gave a short laugh and said “Look, we’ve been working together for over a year now. I have no misgivings about having you rub my shoulders.”

“Well, okay then,” Daniel replied.

He stepped around to the back of her chair as she leaned forward a bit and rubbed her shoulders and upper back.

“Yeah, you’re pretty tense. You should do some de-stressing exercises if you’re going to be working at a desk this long,” Daniel said. “I’ll show you them before I leave.”

“Yeah, I know I should take better care of myself,” Sharon sighed. “I wanted to pump this out, though.”

Sharon felt the tension and stress disappear under his skilled hands. She sighed. Sharon became more relaxed, and worked hard to suppress a moan.

“They’re teaching you well at that massage school,” Sharon said.

It felt so good. She wished Brad weren’t gone-she could use some physical attention.

Daniel continued the massage for another minute.

“Where did your boyfriend go? Didn’t he go on a trip?” he asked.

“He’s gone on a motorcycling trip with a few of his buddies. They’re driving the River Road from the source of the Mississippi to its mouth in New Orleans. Then they’re going to Mardi Gras. They’re making it a 17-day trip. Not my thing. He calls me every night.”

“Wow, that sounds like an awesome trip. When did he leave?”

“A week ago Monday.”

Sharon didn’t want these good feelings to end, Daniel’s touch was heavenly. She’d had a hard week anyway, besides Ann being on vacation.

Daniel was a nerdy hipster type who dressed a bit too funky for a corporate environment. In his spare time Daniel was an artist. He blended photography with painting, with occasional female nudes. Sharon had seen some of his work. His pieces had a sensuality to them but the sensibility of Jackson Pollack. Sharon tried to put together all these incongruities about Daniel. A hipster in a corporate marketing environment, a gym rat, artist, and-masseur? What an eclectic guy!

Over the desk

Daniel stroked her hair for a few seconds, then gave her hair a gentle tug to signal an end. Sharon felt a familiar tingle inside her from the hair pull. She sighed, still hunched over her desk, wondering if he knew that the hair pull was “a move.” bergama escort She didn’t think it was his intention, but it had aroused her senses.

“Okay, we’ll stop here. You don’t seem as tense now,” Daniel said.

Sharon paused for a moment, wondering more about those “executive privileges.” It wasn’t so much that she missed Brad, Daniel’s touch had turned her on. Even though her body was more relaxed, her mind raced with indecision. Should she come onto him? Screw Brad, he wasn’t going to last long in her life anyway; too much of a macho guy. But, there was the obstacle of manager-employee relations and its possible repercussions. She shifted in her seat and felt the tingle again.

“No, I think I’ve still got some tension left in me,” she said in a quiet, hesitant voice.

Slowly, she sat upright in her chair and turned to face him. Daniel had started to walk away.

“Enjoy your weekend, Sharon!”

“Wait. Don’t go yet, Daniel,” Sharon said.

He turned and looked at her.

She smiled and paused before speaking.

“You know, Daniel, it isn’t easy being in my position, a vice president and a department manager. It requires a lot of responsibility, which comes with significant stress. The stress comes with managing people. But there are certain perks to a vice president’s role. You could call them ‘executive privileges, `I guess,” she said, pulling her chair out from her desk.

Daniel didn’t mean to frown, but he did. She took no notice and went on.

“I suppose you’ve heard of some privileges that executives and some managers have. One of them is obvious-telling a subordinate what to do, and then they do it. That’s part of managing people.”

She paused.

Daniel gave a quiet scoff through his nostrils and said, “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Sharon.”

She looked at the floor and then said, “What I mean is, I still have some tension in me. Maybe you didn’t hear me say it a minute ago.”

“No, I didn’t. I thought I’d taken care of it.”

Her gaze returned to his face and she smiled.

“Okay, then, I’ll tell you straight out. I’m asking you to finish the job you started, because we can’t leave work half done in this office. I still feel tension in me.”

Daniel’s expression turned to one of exasperation as he looked at the ceiling. Sharon felt in unfamiliar yet familiar territory. She had come on to men before, but never when it involved a working relationship. The more she thought about and talked about it, the more her loins tingled.

“Okay, then, what would you like me to do?” he asked.

“A woman has certain needs, Daniel,” she said, looking him in the eye. She touched her finger to her lower lip.

“What?” Daniel asked.

Sharon reached out her stockinged foot and rubbed it along his calf.

“Sh-Sharon, what are you doing?” Daniel asked, backing away and into the credenza hard.

A photo of Sharon and Brad leaning upright fell flat, and the tall credenza fell, blocking his exit. She had him trapped. Sharon gave him a look that said she was the cat and he was a mouse

“I’m not sure this is the right thing, Sharon.”

“Not sure what’s the right thing?” Sharon asked, feigning innocence.

“You’re trying to…”

She scooted her chair closer to him, and then reached out to rub his thigh.

“What am I trying to do, Daniel? Tell me.”

Sharon enjoyed this, fuck any repercussions. Her pussy was wet. How many times had she fantasized about seducing a younger man?

Daniel moved the credenza aside so he could get through. He couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“You’re trying to-turn me on,” he said at last.

Sharon laughed. Oh, this was fun!

“Turn you on? I don’t understand,” Sharon said. “All I said was that I still have more tension in me. Do you think you can relieve the rest of my tension, Daniel?” she asked as she traced her finger to his crotch.

“Well, yes but, you … you’re my manager, and you have a boyfriend.”

“Which makes it all the more delicious, doesn’t it?” she asked, disbelieving she’d said it.

Was it the long day? Maybe it was the fight she and Brad had before he left. It may have been that she was plain horny, alone in the office with a hunky young co-worker.

“Oh, no. I can’t believe this is happening,” Daniel said.

Sharon felt something in his slacks growing harder and longer as she rubbed. She ran the edge of a polished red fingernail down the length of his pole.

“You know, I think he wants to come out and play,” she said, looking up and smiling. “Don’t you think he wants to play? Maybe he knows what you want better than you do.”

Sharon watched him as he struggled with his thoughts. She continued to rub and stroke him through his pants. He was no longer trapped between the credenza and her. He could leave if he wanted to.

“You can leave, you know. You can get by the credenza, if you want. I don’t want this to be harassment. biga escort You don’t think I’m harassing you, do you?”

“No,” Daniel whispered at last.

Now it was Daniel whose body had gone limp, although something else had stiffened. Sharon smiled and felt his cock hard inside his pants.

“Do you mind if we set this big guy free?” she asked.

“No,” Daniel whispered again.

She felt inside his boxer-briefs, and pulled his dick out so it could get some air. She gazed at its length. It had a slight up-curve to its shape, and ended in a tapered tip. It was a ready-made G-spot cock!

Sharon loved sex, and was very orgasmic. In her younger years people considered her a bit of a slut. This accounted in part for her first marriage at age 20 and later two divorces. She became known around her high school and liberal arts college for her oral skills. Funny thing was, she never became known for her artistic skills.

Still sitting in her chair, she slowly and methodically took his entire length into her mouth. Her nose bumped against his shaved pubis, and she heard him gasp. She made guttural, half-choking noises as she worked it down her throat. She rolled her tongue around it a couple times, then slid it out slowly. His cock slipped from her mouth, wet with her spit. And then she did the same thing again and again.

Sharon watched Daniel as she sucked, taking in more of him. He was tall, with a wiry frame, tight abs, narrow hips, and rather scrawny thighs. (Brad had a stockier build, so his thighs were more like a baseball catcher’s.) He wasn’t particularly tan, a bit on the pale side. Sharon enjoyed the sun in her free time, so her skin contrasted with his.

Sharon stared at the area where his outer thigh met his hip. The muscle tightened as she thrust his cock into her mouth. She looked at his cock the next time she slid it out of her mouth. Gobs of her drool covered it, a string of spit hanging from the head. The look and texture of his cock, its veins and the spongy head, excited her. She felt her pussy drip, and a familiar, aching hunger inside her.

She grasped the base of his cock in one hand, caressing his balls as she sucked. Her hand twisted and turned around the shaft as she worked him. Daniel grabbed her head with both hands and moaned, “Oh yeah, that feels so good.”

Letting go of his balls, she slid her hands up and unbuttoned his shirt. His hairless chest was nicely toned. She loved feeling his belly and chest, knowing what pleasure she was giving him as he sighed. Her panties stuck to her pussy lips, she was so wet.

Sharon took his length into her mouth again. Then she reached behind him and grabbed both his butt cheeks, and pulled him hard into her. This had the effect of adding another inch to his length inside her mouth, and she almost retched. She escaped the situation by sliding his dick out until just the head was in her mouth, and exhaling hard.

Daniel moved to the side away from Sharon slightly, and his cock slipped out of her.

“I thought this was about relieving your shoulder tension,” he said, smirking.

Sharon stood up, and then sat on the edge of her desk.

“I think we’ve got a real good start on that,” she replied in a throaty voice that dripped with desire.

Looking him in the eyes with a lustful expression, she slowly lifted her skirt up around her waist. Her arousal had soaked through her panties and the crotch of her nylons. She could see the desire in his eyes when he saw the damp dark patch between her legs.

“Oh, my god, that looks so good,” he said quietly. “You are so wet!”

Still looking into Daniel’s eyes, Sharon said to him in the same low, sexy voice, “I need something else from you now. Something that will put out my fire.”

Daniel watched as she straightened up, and reached under her skirt. Sharon took off her underwear and nylons together, and then removed her skirt. Daniel looked her over appreciatively.

Naked, she cleared away papers, the computer mouse and keyboard, and some photos from her desk. Then she bent over it, offering him her ass. Daniel reached down and began to finger her sopping pussy, which opened for his fingers. A stream of her arousal began to trickle from her pussy onto the desk.

“I don’t need any foreplay, just… I need to feel you inside me,” she said, her voice shaking.

“Come here,” she told him, grabbing his cock from behind and pulling him toward her.

Daniel moved forward, and she rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, making her tremble in her legs. He kept rubbing and teasing her opening. Her juices collected at the hole.

“Don’t tease,” she begged. “Fuck me. I need you inside me. Get it in.”

Then he slowly but firmly plunged the whole of his rod into her wet sheath.

“Oh yessssss! That’s what I want!” Sharon moaned. “Yeah, fuck me good baby!” she whispered.

She felt a wave start to form somewhere inside her. It started far offshore bornova escort and began to build, taking her along with it in its force. Then it started to crest. It crashed on the beach, and she felt herself cumming as she moaned “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!”

Daniel stayed with her, continuing to move in and out of her as she came. He teased her by pulling out entirely, or leaving just the head of his rod in her-then plunging back into her again. And again. Back out and tease—plunge in deep; the repetition and contrast drove her crazy. Her hands were taut as she gripped the edge of the desk.

Sharon had a mental picture of how she might look to anyone coming by her office window. She, bent over her desk as her young subordinate plowed into her doggie-style. The mental image made her hornier, and she bucked her hips back at him. The sound of their hips slapping together filled the office, with their grunts and moans.

Daniel began to lose himself in his passion, and started to fuck her harder. He grasped her hips once more, and pounded her. From his insistent ramming and his increased panting she sensed he was about to cum.

“Wait! I want you to cum in my mouth,” she heard herself say.

Daniel stepped back while Sharon got off the desk, then knelt on the floor in front of him.

She watched as Daniel stood over her, head back as he stroked his cock. She said words of encouragement as he did. Then she heard him gasp in pleasure, saw his cock swell and lurch. She loved cock, especially one spurting its load down her throat. She clamped her mouth down hard over his rod. Suddenly, spurt after hot salty spurt splashed at the back of her mouth and spilled down her throat.

Sharon bore down to swallow it all, grimaced, and realized there was no way she was going to take it all. She released his cock, lifted her face and opened her mouth wide. The last spurts splashed on her face and open mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her tits. Even after her efforts, she wanted more of Daniel’s cum. It tasted so good!. She tried sucking and jerking, while stroking his balls. All she could produce was a few little squirts.

It was over. They looked at each other, breathing hard, Daniel still towering over her.

“Oh my god,” they said simultaneously, and broke into laughter.

Daniel helped Sharon up, and she sat on the desk. Sharon reached for a few tissues, wiped her pussy, and cleaned the cum from her face and breasts. She sat down in the chair, noticing the cum and pussy juice mixture on it. A quick wipe erased the evidence.

“Well, I’m definitely not feeling any more tension,” she grinned.

Daniel chuckled.

“I think I’ll skip the gym tonight,” he said.

There was an awkward silence.

“I’d better go,” Daniel said, and he began to dress.

He then set the credenza in its position, and they said an awkward goodbye.

Sharon didn’t move from the desk until she heard the elevator door close. When she did, she saw a puddle of their combined juices on the desk. Sharon dressed, and collected herself and her things. She put things back where they belonged, and took a small hand mirror out of her purse. Examining herself in it, she noticed her hair was messy, but not too bad considering.

She headed for the ladies room, checking on the way to see if anyone had been around to catch their encounter. The place was like a ghost town. She had a pee, washed, and checked herself again in the bathroom mirror.

How the hell did that happen, she asked herself as she walked to the parking garage. Daniel was an attractive young man, and she’d been alone in the office with good-looking guys before. Fuck, she’d flirted with them in her office, even when she had a guy at home. This wasn’t like her. What had happened?

There was a text message on her phone from Brad: “Hi, it’s me, just checking in to say we’re all fine. Was hoping to talk. Where are you? Gonna go to bed early tonight, today was a long ride. We’ll talk tomorrow, I guess. See ya.”

Sharon didn’t know what to do. Should she call a girlfriend? No, it would shock her friends if she told them about the encounter with Daniel. So would her two college-aged daughters. These days she tried to hold up a reputation as a “good girl.” But even good girls can succumb to sexual situations, she told herself.

Heading into the bathroom, she turned on the water for the tub and took off her clothes. She poured some bubble bath and lit a candle, and then got into the tub for a hot soak. A good sob was in order as well; she hadn’t meant to be unfaithful to Brad. It disturbed her to know she’d come onto Daniel so easily. Had she never left her slutty side behind?

True, Brad wasn’t that great of a guy. She knew he was more convenience than someone she could spend years with. He was a kind of a jerk, really. But she had a tendency to fall for jerks—she didn’t know why. Daniel was a sensitive, artistic guy who seemed to know his way around a woman’s body-the kind she never went for.

Sharon got out of the bath, dried off, and then put on her pajamas. She had a restless night, feeling horrible as she argued with herself. Could she, should she ever tell her boyfriend about the encounter with Daniel? Why had she been so quick to have sex with him?

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