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I took my hand from her throat and moved it down her body, pressing into her neck, then her sternum, following the soft line down her belly. My fingers slid between her panties and her skin and I brushed the slightest tuft of hair. That was a concession to me, an act of submission; she knew I preferred some hair even though she thought most men would rather she be bald. I smiled… and reached further down.

She was already swollen for me, her thick wetness soaking the inside of her panties. Perfect, I thought. Her inner lips protruded just a bit, a woman’s cunt, and they separated smoothly when I pushed my finger between them. I slowly coated my fingertip in her juice, though venturing into her panties had almost completed that job already. I moved my finger down, teasing her hole, then traveled up toward her clit, touching her as slowly and lightly as possible. I wanted her, and I wanted to be rough with her, but she needed to wait. That was fair; that was necessary.

I moved my finger back and forth over her clit, dipping just my fingertip into her here and there, with the lightest touch… I teased her until her body responded, her back tightening away from me as I held her hair in my fist, her ass pressing into me, her knees starting to shake, her breaths getting ragged… I brought her close to coming, probably far closer than she had ever been before…

And then I stopped. She needed to wait.

I brought my hand out of her panties and in front of her face, pointing my glistening finger up, and I tightened my grip on her hair. I wanted her to see how her body was responding to me.

“Look, Maryam.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Your body already knows it’s mine. Good girl, Maryam.”

She nodded, the motion of her head constrained by my grip on her hair.

I brought my finger to my lips, still next to her ear. I sucked her taste off my finger, rolling her flavor on my tongue, taking time to release my finger from my mouth. “You taste yakacık escort perfect, virgin,” I whispered into her ear. “I want more.”

I let her hair go and grabbed her slight shoulders, pushing her down, hard, onto her knees, then forward onto her hands. Her breasts pointed down out of her shirt, her jeans slid another inch down her hips as she bent. I bent down and yanked her jeans down around her knees. I felt like I had just unwrapped a gift. The low v-cut of her lace panties accentuated her hips perfectly. Her ass was small, of course, but not the least bit bony, and her crotch was visibly soaked. I growled.

I hunched down behind her and set my fingers at her crotch, massaging her through the thin material. I was immediately between her lips, and she was almost immediately swaying with my rough motions. I leaned over her and set my lip at her earlobe again without stopping the swirls between her legs. “You look amazing, Maryam. Better than I imagined, and I want you even more. Do you like the way my fingers feel on your pussy, Maryam?” She nodded. I moved two fingers slowly and firmly up and down her slit, sliding the material of her panties against her, making her shudder. “Good girl, Maryam. You like that…

“And you are going to fucking love when I eat your cunt. Get up, virgin.”

I grabbed her hair again and pulled her up, facing away from the bed. Her body followed; she was so light I wasn’t sure if I had lifted her entirely myself or whether she stood up. I let go of her hair… and shoved her onto the bed by her shoulders. She tumbled back, her exposed ass landing on the bed a foot away from the edge, her knees still hanging off it. I walked toward her, smirking, unbuttoning a few buttons on my shirt and undoing my belt, throwing it near the bed, bearing down on her like a predator.

I pulled her shoes off, letting them fall to my sides. I grabbed her panties and jeans at her knees, samandıra escort lifting her ass in the air and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, then slid them down her legs and tossed them aside. She was naked from the waist down, her wet cunt glistening between her clenched thighs, her arms still in the mess of her ripped shirt and bra straps, her nipples firm and pointing at me.

In one motion I separated her thighs, got on my knees at the edge of the bed, and pulled her hips to my mouth. My tongue dived into her cunt. Probing her pussy deeply, hungrily consuming her… but mostly paying attention to that poor, ignored little clit of hers. Lashing it, licking underneath it. Flicking it, reaching on top of it with my fingers to press in, to pull her lips up, slowly increasing my pace and pressure on it. “That cunt tastes so good, Maryam. And I know my cock is going to agree.”

I focused my tongue on her clit and soon brought my right arm under her thigh. I dipped one finger into her… slowly… and I felt her carefully-preserved hymen, my prize for waiting all these months. I put another finger into her, putting the slightest pressure on her walls, stretching her just a little bit for me, still licking her clit and tasting her perfect pussy…

I brought my left hand under her thigh and back on top of her, reaching up to put it at her throat, pinning her to the bed as I watched her feel like she never had, hearing her moans find a rhythm, getting louder with each breath. She started to tense up under me, coming close, starting to shake. “That’s right, Maryam. Come for me. I won’t last long in you, not this time, and it will hurt. So come for me now, virgin.”

Her hands went down to my head, grabbing my hair, pulling me into her as my fingers went just a bit deeper, my tongue just a bit faster. I separated from her. “Come for me, virgin,” I growled. “Before I make you mine.”

And… sancaktepe escort she erupted. Shaking, yelping, her back bending violently, pushing her cunt into me, then into the bed, arching and spasming, her eyes clenched, her mouth open… I leaned into her cunt and didn’t stop, listening to her as the release for which she waited so long finally washed over her… she let out a long, loud note as she quaked and held my head to her… And then she gradually released her grip from me.

I separated my head from her and smirked as I watched her spasms diminish. The view up her body was gorgeous, and her shakes accentuated her soft lines, her taut breasts, the firmness of her body.

I rose to my feet, still admiring her, still smirking. I methodically finished unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. She opened her eyes as I stepped out of my shoes, then my pants. She was looking at me, and when she realized what I was doing she craned her neck to see the bulge in my underwear. I pulled them off, my stiff cock bouncing out of them as I stepped free. “Now, Maryam. Finally. You’re mine. Get up.”

I took her hand in mine and pulled her up to her feet. I turned her around by the shoulders, making her face the bed. I removed her ripped shirt, then briefly debated how to remove her bra – rip, unclasp, or up and over? Up and over. Standing behind her, I drifted my fingertips from the base of her neck to her ass, and back up, making her shudder again. I shuddered, too. I grabbed the back of her neck with my right hand and the front of her hip with my left… then I folded her at the hip, forcing her face into the bed.

“I need you, Maryam. I’m not going to go easy on you. If you need to scream, scream into the bed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I let go of her neck, leaving just my left hand around her hip, using my right to carefully guide my cock to her, just barely making contact with her lips. Struggling to control myself, I pushed in less than half an inch, just placing the tip of my cock at her entrance firmly enough to stay there. I bent over her. “Are you ready for me, Maryam?” She nodded into the bed; I felt her body tense. I chuckled into her ear… then I straightened my back, putting both my hands on her hips…

“No, Maryam. You’re not ready. But that doesn’t matter to me now.”

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Influencer.

How do you become an Influencer?

Must be morning the room was bright, barefooted I struggled to find the bathroom, consequences of last night. On the way back I paused at the door looking over a disheveled bed wondering; how the hell did all this happen?

It started when my cousin Alan from Toronto visited. Ironically we shared the same name and birthday except, I was 20 he was 21, we also looked alike, five ten, slim, blond but he was confident I’m reserved. We shared my bedroom, as he came over on the red eye by evening was not completely with it courtesy of jet lag. Insisted he chat on his private group, I had quite a nice set up, three cameras, microphones, lights, large screen the full works. He asked me to log him into a web group I had never heard off; took a few minutes.

Their were six guys and three girls all sitting or standing; naked. Thinking I had logged into the wrong group turned to Alan standing behind me, he was naked too with his hands on my shoulders. He did the introductions suggesting I strip off too as did his group in unison. I had been to naked parties before so joined in; call ending when its time slot expired.

Alan explained it was his gay College group. This was when I found out Alan was gay, although I had suspected something for a while after we started video chatting. We were now sitting together naked on the edge of my bed, Alan logged on to another site. It was explicit with two guys jerking off.

He put his arm around my shoulder lifting my arm around his shoulder, he started to jerk off inviting me to do the same. I didn’t know it at the time the gummies he gave me made me open to suggestive influences, I joined in until we raced each other to a climax. Next morning we awoke naked spooning each other. That’s when I found out it all had been streamed live, including us spooning and been archived on a pay as you view site. Hits were now in the thousands and rising, Alan had a number of suggestive messages tags too.

We visited relatives over the next few days, as one does. Alan had organised something through his and my Student Union, it was at a questionable club downtown where he met up with gay web acquaintances in person, I also knew a few from my College. It didn’t take long before Alan was involved with someone, one of my year student friends Harry had latched on to me thinking I was gay. I liked him but wasn’t that way inclined we were both socially reserved. Harry saw this as a sort of coming-out inspired by what he saw me do on the web.

We sat with beers like tailor dummies, I took the initiative and gave Harry some of Alan’s gummies. It didn’t take long before we were up on the dance floor, shirts off like everyone else, arms flaying and body rubbing. Whatever reservations we had, were gone ending up in a dark room alcove giving each other messy blow jobs, my first.

As arranged Alan met us back in the bar area, he had been invited to the Halls of Residence for an overnighter with his new friend, could we cover for him. Harry said “yes.” I ended staying in Harry’s room that night, only real sexual experience I had was with some privately educated girls on a birthday party bus.

I had done some life modeling and being body painted during my first year for the Art faculty, mainly posing wearing speedos or thongs along with Phil and Tash, two art students, we became known as the three flashateers.

Phil managed to get us a well paid private gig on a double decked Party Bus, downstairs was a bar and disco upstairs we posed as partiers sketched us. After we finished Phil was approached by the organiser asking could we entertain the three birthday girls, we knew what she meant. They had been pill popping all night and had taken bets they could each bang all the ‘flashateers’ upstairs, we weren’t meant to know that but were rather loud and boisterous arranging it. As we were all to be naked popped some of their pills.

Tash was on first it was the first time I was present as two girls fingered and kissed each other, Phil openly gay was the novelty act, he gave a show and a half contorting all over the place with his equally extrovert partner.

I was last, it was actually my first time, laying back on a bench seat a tall blond rode me cowgirl style with flaying arms, screaming as she bonked the hell out of me until I exploded all over us. We each did it three times including a kababbing. My last time was with a mousy type character who wanted it back door style, also my first time but it went remarkably well, blasting her at the right moment. The organiser filmed it for them, my introduction to the privately educated privileged merter escort class.

Harry draped face down over the edge of the bed as I banged him, bit of prodding and pushing but it worked, his groaning soon became a reassuring purr. I blasted him, my first time with a guy, enjoyed the buildup and the wonderful oozing feeling as it drained away.

Harry’s was more adventurists, had me on my back, legs wide open missionary style as he came in, my first time as a recipient, slowly, carefully. I could feel it inch-in by inch-in until it touched, copiously repeating it until we were both contorting together racing to ecstasy. When it came, clearly, he had been saving it up for a while as he blasted in and over us.

I challenged him he was so good it wasn’t his first time.

“No it wasn’t; in my freshers’ year I couldn’t manage my finances, literally at one time had no money or food for three days. I was propositioned by a guy, just outside my Hall of Residence, in his late sixties, to go back to his hotel, he even had a walking stick and would make it worth my while. No choice, gave me my first blow job, I really liked it, asked me to bang him but could see I didn’t know what to do. He talked me through it until I blasted him, not eaten for almost three days I was exhausted. Concerned asked me why; I told him. We talked, he was now alone visiting an old army friend in a home, I really felt sorry for him.

He asked me to stay the night and have a complimentary breakfast in the morning, about eleven we went back upstairs, enjoyed round two in the morning we enjoyed round three and a eat as much as you want breakfast; and paid me.

Not only did we meet regularly he gave my number to a few of his friends who were looking for company. That helped tide me over and I managed to get a supermarket evening shelf filling job. You were the first person I did it with for myself.”

I didn’t know what to say other than; “You were the first guy I did it with but I don’t know if I could do it for money, always wondered what it would be like though.”

I met Alan in reception, got our story together ‘Student pub crawl, slept on the floor’ age old cover story nobody actually believes. A few days later Alan and his new friend were going, as guests, to another overnighter at a well-known city sauna. I phoned Harry, explained what Alan was doing and asked what he was doing tonight.

“I have been invited to entertain someone and to bring along someone for his friend; interested?”

We waited in the Holiday Inn bar, two guys came across, one knew Harry who did all the introductions. They were two businessmen, Harry’s was the boss, his underling and I were his cover story. A meal and a few drinks later Harry and his friend went upstairs, I was left with Ian who explained he had never done it before but has to to keep his job; next round off redundancies were about to be announced; asked.

“Would I show him what to do as tomorrow he would have to do it with his boss who had booked a double bedded room for them.”

We went up to his bedroom he stood their like a tailors dummy, I gave him a handful of gummies and a ‘trust me’ smile. Harry had shown me earlier, now I was showing Ian how to undress to keep his boss happy. Slowly strip one button at a time until you have him interested, help him undress but be naked first after dropping a pair of kinky knickers, which you should be wearing as a leave behind trophy.

Ian, no longer nervous became excited and amorous, courtesy of the gummies. Lay on his back like I told him offering a choice menu to the Dom. We switched over, he was now the Dom I talked him through it until he blasted me, we did it all again with me as Dom. In the morning rehearsed it again.

Harry had also tutored his friend on what he should expect by example. A few weeks later I receive a call from Ian, he wasn’t made redundant and had become his bosses private assistant travelling all over with him. Both entertaining clients from time to time.

Alan enjoyed his overnighter at the sauna, when Harry told him we got paid, this was added to his bucket to do list. He didn’t have to ponder over it for long, Harry’s phone call to one of his regulars put an end to the speculation. A few days he later he flew back to Toronto.

Harry and I started a lucrative arrangement after a while I wanted to call it a day. Harry said we can’t as he had posted intimate photographs of us on an agency web site as being available sales ‘Influencers.’ It also helped me get my business degree in sales psychology. I also struck up an intimate open web friendship with Cassy from Alan’s private bağcılar escort chat group, she was a sales Influencer too and was instrumental in talking me into doing it.

A few months later I flew out to Toronto on the red eye to visit Alan, what’s more without asking I had been upgraded to Business Class at check in; found out later Cassy had influenced my upgrade. It was a vast improvement from the cattle class I was used to, Stevie who was sitting beside me introduced himself as a Digital Creator and nervous flyer.

He asked me to swap seats I was now sitting at the window he had the middle seat, third vacant. The plane lunged as it started its push back, he grabbed my hand, reaching up switching on one of those pen cameras wedged between the seats in front of us. He was doing a digital creation of a nervous flyer asked me if it was ok; “Yes.”

Nervously he unbuttoned his shirt exposing his tanned smooth chest; asked would I unbutton my shirt too? In for a penny in for a pound as the plane bumbled down the taxiway he pulled my and his shirt wide open.

The engines spun up as we pirouetted onto the runway intimately pressing us together, his arm slid round my back and up inside my shirt, lifted my hand over inviting me to rub his six pack as the plane thundered down the runway. It was my first time taking off with a hard-on while rubbing a warm vibrating six pact. Being in the last row of seats were out of sight of any passengers or flight attendants.

We had been chatting for a few hours as we approached take off time, midnight, and were well and truly engrossed sharing each other’s intimate relationships. Stevie said; “follow me I had a word with one of the nice flight attendants.”

Their was an empty luggage cabin near the front which we slipped into and locked shut, its bright lights still on his pen camera pinned to the wall, we totally stripped, apparently part of the criteria off joining the mile high club, twice, before we discreetly returned to our seats. Later as we landed gave each other a hand jobs under complimentary blankets. Stevie a few days later sent me links of our transatlantic flight, digital creation.

Alan’s family had a large house with pool, this time I had my own room, halfway through the first night Alan came in and climbed in naked behind me. I challenged him, what would his parents think, he wasn’t concerned he had told his parents we had been banging each other.

In the morning we went out to the ‘Bloggers’ for breakfast where Cassy worked as an Influencer. Like Stevie their Asian looks really turned me on and her long thin legs as she came up to our table wearing very tight white mini shorts, trainers and topless, sat beside me asked “could we blog together.” She removed my tee shirt put her arm round me started rubbing me with her rock hard nipples, internet camera on a table stand and said.

“After an all-nighter we come to ‘Joes Coffee’ for his famous Joes double expresso to reenergise you for your next round of sex.”

“Are you going to edit it first?”

“No it went out live and will be repeated twice an hour, follow me I will show you one of our blogger studios.”

There were six glass fronted blogging studios. Studio 1 had a naked yoga instructor contorting as she streamed live. We went into studio 6 where Cassy pulled down her shorts, her pussy was looking at me pulsating, I was throbbing and rock hard when she pulled my shorts down. The internet camera was pointing at us as she propped herself up on a desk, legs wide open rubbing cream on both of us, instantly we were on fire and throbbing, she pulled us together we kept going unrepentantly until we climaxed; as she said.

“This is the instant thrill you get with ‘firewall’ and you don’t need rubbers, its safe.”

“Did that go out too?”

“Yes it’s as a follow on.”

Bit stage strucked we dressed and went out on to the patio, Cassy had some more blogging interviews to do with the clientele. I wandered around aimlessly in the sun until I was interrupted by someone asking.

“Is it you that’s been having a web relationship with Cassy, I have been following your blog’s for the past few months, does that ‘firewall’ cream really work?”

Others gathered around to hear my answer. I was trying to extract myself from my new found fame, my rescuer, was a smartly dressed Japanese businessman who introduced himself.

“I believe we have met before my name is Haru Katsumi, I know your Canadian cousin Alan and his family, you are remarkable alike. I liked your blogs and still have your trophy kinky knickers.”

Instantly halkalı escort I remembered him, one of Harry’s introductions, who unknowingly featured in my business degree sales psychology thesis; not by name though.

“Yes I remember we had an endearing time together in the Eucalyptus Club with Giuseppe and Ken.”

“I would like you, in your new role as a sales influencer, help me close a lucrative contract for my and Alan’s father’s company. Naturally I would make it worth your while, are you available? Also I would like Cassy to be their in a slightly different role which she is amenable to.”

We arrived at the Chelsea Hotel in downtown Toronto with its 24 floors, 1600 rooms and apartments where we met in Haru’s private apartment, which was luxurious with a fantastic view over the Lake. I was introduced to a Senator Gregory Hargreaves who I was to assist in clarifying any issues he had prior to signing the contract. Haru and Cassy had to leave to finalise other lesser details.

Gregory over six two with an impressive muscular build, jet black hair, early fifties, soft spoken with a touch of a slow southern drawl. In the lounge area with its large panoramic window invited me to undress, by sweeping his arms mimicking undressing. Slowly I walked around the room letting my shoes tumbled nosily to the floor one at a time, unbuttoned my silk torso hugging shirt one button at a time as I walked round him for a second time, once I had his exclusive attention I let my shirt fall onto the thick pile carpet.

I withdrew my red trouser belt letting it fall with a distinctive sound of its steel buckle hitting a table leg. His attention was now exclusively on me waiting to inspect my menu of what was on offer. My loose fitting silk trousers dropped silently without hesitation onto the floor, my erotic frilly knickers captured his unwavering attention.

I stepped over slowly unbuttoned his shirt, our eyes remained locked attentively even his falling shirt did not distract him. His belt was tight as I pulled it free our naked torso’s touched and rubbed enticingly, his arms to reach round allowing his hands to explore inside my knickers. I slid his trousers down as he claimed his trophy knickers from me.

Naked we stood their frotting and body rubbing each other until we were fully erect and aroused. Slowly I sat down on the edge of the couch drawing Gregory down with me, my legs providing a wide open invitation. Clumsily at first becoming a finesse choreographed art of undulating dance, I started the duet of groans and moans he joined in, both of us harmonizing to the undulations of sexual exertion. Accelerating he climaxed with a volcanic eruption over the both of us.

We sat their still erotically touching each other as we watched the sun go down over the lakes, not wanting his attention to drift I took him by the hand into the bedroom with its bright overhead lights. A Joe’s double expresso’s had reinvigorated both of us, I lay back on the bed with a raging firewall enhanced pulsating hard-on, I placed Gregory’s hand on it. Clearly he was used to doing this, kneeling over me and sitting on my legs gave me the best hand job ever, my groaning reached a crescendo until it was my turn to erupt like a volcano over both of us.

We lay their embracing each other arm in arm as we fondled each other until we were ready to undertake another exhilarating experience. Gregory lay back missionary style offering himself, Joe’s double expresso’s and firewall cream had given us the fuel to enjoy yet another one of life’s experiences. I remembered Haru’s advice good things should be slowly savored and not be rushed, no harmonizing moans and groans this time just a long slow purring. The lights were adding to the heat of our exertions when it happened was a long slow encore to an otherwise athletic day.

We lay their embracing each other until what must be morning as the room was bright, barefooted I struggled quickly to find the bathroom, consequences of last night’s frolics. On the way back I stopped at the door looking over a disheveled bed with someone naked on it wondering; how the hell did this happen. I looked up at the concealed cameras and the bright lights knowing everything in the bedroom and lounge had been recorded for future business prosperity and harmony.

Gregory stirred, arm out inviting me back, if he knew didn’t care. That morning I learnt the Texas way, cowboy style. Something I would have to share with Harry, hopefully Cassy, perhaps not cousin Alan.

On the red eye back Cassy was with me, Haru had arranged a double sleeper cabin for us as a thank you. Cassy placed her internet camera on a table stand and said as she zipped down her sleep suit exposing her naked body and trophy frilly knickers for me; asked;

“Want to join the mile high club Texas style with me?”

For the web camera we waited for turbulence for added affect to our mile high climax which was entheausticly received by her blogging fraternity.

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This is a work of fiction, Darling. Well, sort of. The narrator is me, of course, and the object of affection is Alexander and he is real, too. We would have to get together to discuss some of the order and events to determine they are either entirely fictional or accurate. I certainly will never forget them, and they were one of those tipping points we encounter. And fun!

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Chapter One: Men on the Moon

It was going to be a wasted summer. It was 1969, the height of the decade which didn’t actually end until the oil crunch in 1973. I’ll never forget the night the whole party ended, and just as a matter of personal bookmarks, it was when Tricky Dick Nixon came on the tube and told us to drive 55 miles-an-hour to save fuel.

I almost got killed the next morning trying to do it, run down by angry white guys in big cars on the Dan Ryan Expressway the next morning.

Then it was Disco, and that is about all I remember of the fabulous 80’s.

There were music festivals, and dope, and loud music and I was going to be off to college soon. I was interested in the concepts of the Age of Aquarius, though I hadn’t seen much of it in the mid-western town I found myself stuck in.

It was a great time to be alive, but my toes were tapping. I wanted to get on with life.

I missed my pals, and I missed being around the Big City. My family had moved because of my Dad’s reassignment. I was now in a suburb around an old brick city filled with the descendents of the hardy block-headed Dutch who populated this part of the state. It was staid and boring.

On the upside, it was easy to get alcohol. On the downside there was nobody to drink it with. I had passable fake ID and it was not hard to get a six pack to drink in the field out in back of the house. And of course there were the racks of Dad’s home-made wine.

He fancied himself quite the vintner and had custom labels made up and liked to give the stuff away when he went out. When he decanted it from the barrel, he used all manner of bottles and consequently there was not particular rhyme or reason to it and it was easy to take the odd bottle from the garage.

I was as excited as anyone that summer, following the flight of the Eagle to the moon. They went in July of that summer and on July 20 at 4:18 p.m. EDT, the Lunar Module touched down on the Moon. At 10:56 p.m., Neil Armstrong jumped off the Lunar Lander.

In between I lay in my bed and gazed out the window where the moon hung silver in space.

I couldn’t quite believe it. Interplanetary travel seemed to be possible. I wondered everything was the same way, possible. I was horny all the time. It did not take much to tent my trousers.

I wondered about a lot of things. Women. They were such impenetrable beings. I thought about the airbrushed Playboy images as I stroked myself, and thought about the strange fortress undergarments they wore under the mini-skirts when they shot us a look in High School. The all seemed to wear the same foundation garments, of a sort. It was the mid-West after all.

But the way they crossed their legs under the desks and that resolute aspect of their crotches filled me with wonder, and a certain amount of dread.

It wasn’t like that with the guys. I used to love Phys Ed, and the shower afterwards. I could see that I stacked up pretty well with the other guys, and I often found myself thinking of what it would be like to see a guy as hard as I was.

I laid down on my bed and looked at the moon. I thought of Playboy images with airbrushed pneumatic women. But increasingly şerifali escort I found myself daydreaming about hard penises. I had found a copy of the shocking story of Fanny Hill in my father’s remote library, in with the magazines I liked to look at.

Fanny was poked and prodded by all manner of lusty rakes. It was curious that I found myself wishing to be on her end of things. I inserted a candle in my ass one day, and pulled it in and out just like the fat cocks that filled up Fielding’s heroine.

I didn’t understand why this felt so good, or why I was so attracted to the idea of having it in me. It just felt good, and seemed to touch something deep inside me that tingled. God, it felt good. In fact, when I stroked myself I clenched my tight ring around the smooth intruder and when my balls boiled I shot Technicolor plumes that arced from the tip of my cock and hit me in the face.

This night, I looked at the moon and stroked my eager cock, thinking of astronauts and hard dicks. Mine rose to the occasion for the second time that day, spewing hot milk on my hand. I shuddered with the release.

In the silvery light I licked the back of my right hand, tasting my warm seed. It was slippery, with a slightly sweet musky taste and a hint of something else that made my throat tingle, seeming to close it of its own volition.

It was powerful stuff.

I knew that.

The Men’s Department

I was up late with everyone else the night man landed on the moon and was tired when I drove my little red VW to the Mall the next day.

The department store I had worked for back home had an outlet here, and I was able to secure a job selling clothes. They were stricter here in the smaller town, more formal, but I got the same employee discount on clothes and I enjoyed interacting with the customers. I was a born salesman, and so long as I moved product, the management left me alone.

This morning the Manager of the men’s department caught me early. I had a cigarette going in one of the dressing rooms, so I tried to sidle away from him and put it out. He was a nerdy type, a little old maid guy. He grasped me on the upper arm to keep me fixed in place.

“Listen,” he said. “We have a new employee coming in today.”

“O.K.” I said. “I can handle that.”

“No.” He scowled. “This is different. He is a Negro.”

I gave him a puzzled look. I had worked with black people all the time back home.

“Our first Negro,” he said, as if I was supposed to understand the enormity of it.

“O.K.,” I said again. “I’ll try to be nice.”

He gave me one of those looks. “I just don’t want any problems that would reflect badly on the Men’s Department.”

I promised him that I would be on my best behavior and got back to stub out my cigarette before it fell out of the ashtray and caused a fire. Now that would reflect badly on the Men’s Department, I thought.

I straightened up and killed time through the first hour of opening. Sometimes, on sale days, things started out with a rush. Sometimes the men’s department was as silent as a tomb. Today was one of the latter, and it seemed like even if men where on the Moon, it was going to be an endless summer.

And it was not going to be one with surfboards, even if that surf documentary came around again.

I could see taking off for something completely different. I wanted to go.

Alexander the Great

The Negro my boss had warned me about arrived just before lunch.

I don’t know what I had been expecting. He had been so concerned about the racial thing, I thought it might be some dark-skinned H. Rap Brown thug. I knew that wasn’t true. I had been working with the black guys on the loading dock and in the parking shack since I was fifteen and could get my papers.

I knew they were just people, and when the summer came with all the riots I gained a deep respect for what they had to deal with that I had no comprehension about. So even if this person was a tough guy I was confident I could get along with him.

I was selling kavacık escort a pair of jeans to a woman who had a disinterested pimply kid in tow when I heard my name being called. I completed the transaction, closed the register, and slid the pants into a sack with the Department Store logo on it and turned around.

My nerd manager had a tall young man with him. I took an involuntary breath. His skin had the rich color of caramel, just lighter than a the sweet rich cup of coffee au lait with which I started my mornings. His hair was a sort of light brunette in a million tight curls, cut close on the sides and rising a little on top. Style.

His eyes were the strangest shade of hazel and his aristocratic nose had just a hint of African flare. I was stunned. This was no Negro. This young man looked like the pictures of Malcom X when he was still Detroit Red. Handsome!

“Bob,” I want you to meet Alexander. He will be joining the staff here today and I want you to show him the ropes. How to open up and close out.”

“I’d be happy to” I said, hoping I didn’t look too startled. “Nice to meet you, Alex.”

He smiled and I saw radiant white teeth behind his lips that were not much fuller than mine. Just rich and sensuous.

“I prefer Alexander” he said softly “But just don’t call me late for dinner.” He finished the joke with a smile and I grinned right back.

“Alexander it is” I said. “Sorry.”

The manager looked at us and pursed his lips. “I’ll handle the register here. Why don’t you show him the break room and where he can get some lunch if he is hungry. We have a half hour for lunch here, no more, and two fifteen-minute breaks.”

“We are very organized here” I said. “We run a tight department.”

The manager knew I was ribbing him but he let it go. He was such a wimp. “Come on, Alexander. Let me show you the ropes.” He smiled and we walked off past the display counters and the suit racks. I pointed to the door between the slacks and sports coats. “Back there are the dressing rooms. We are supposed to keep an eye on them to make sure no one is doing any shoplifting or tag-changing.”

“Do you have much of that here?” asked Alexander in that soft voice. His inflection rose on the word “that.”

“Nah,” I said. “Mostly we have hard-working blockhead Dutch in here. It is a boring clientele.” I paused. “I’m sorry, are you from around here? I didn’t mean anything by that.”

“Goodness, no,” he said firmly. “I am from Chicago. They sent me here for the summer.”

“Who did? The family?”

“Yeah,” he responded with a sigh. “There were some issues. We have kin here. I’ll tell you about it sometime, if you are interested.”

I found that interesting. I wondered if he had to cool off from something. But that could come in time. “Let me show you the break room. It has the only Coke machine on this side of the Mall.” We took the escalator down to the basement where we sold tools and patio crap. I don’t know why the heavy stuff was in the basement, but I just work there.

We looked at the Coke machine and the ultra-modern industrial microwave. “That thing will cook a hot dog in about three seconds,” I said. “And sometimes the machine actually gets the ice right in the cup, unless it turns it over and spills everything.”

He laughed, a melodious sound like water flowing over smooth stones.

“I’ve seen worse,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Now why don’t you show me how to work.”

We went back upstairs and relieved the Nerd at the register. I showed him the buttons to mash for “no sale” and how to do the credit vouchers and how to place the card just so on the register plate so when you pressed the handle the name and account number came through on the carbon. I showed him the tally sheet we each had to fill out for all the sales we did, and how we would close it out at the end of the day.

Since it was slow, we chatted through the afternoon. I found out he was recently graduated, too. He was headed for college, though his family wanted him to attend a historically black school in caddebostan escort Washington DC rather than the University of Illinois.

“Why is that?” I asked. I was headed there myself. I looked forward to the challenge of the big campus and all the activity.

“They want me to be Black for a while, so that I don’t forget.”

That stopped me dead. I didn’t know what to say, and preferred to say nothing rather than something that might be inadvertently offensive. Thankfully a 44-short suit customer showed up and I taught Alexander how to mark up the cut-job instructions for the tailor. That is the only part of the job that is complicated. People come in such a variety of sizes.

Selling a suit is a big deal, with a lot of interplay with the customer. I rang up the sale and then measured the stocky man’s coat, marking with chalk the hump where the jacket had to be taken in at the collar, and the rise and inseam on the trousers. I always feel a little funny about that, particularly when the guy is such a toad. Alexander seemed to think it was amusing and grinned when I had completed the process, filled out the tag and instructions, and thanked the man for his business.

The chunky man ambled away and I turned and said “What’s so funny?”

“You are, Bob. I don’t think you liked that man, and I think you are afraid that I don’t know I am a Negro.”

“Shit, no, I didn’t like him. He was a toad. But about the other part, I don’t want to hurt your feelings by saying something stupid.”

“Like whether I can get a sunburn?” He paused and smiled. “I can, you know. And that is because white men have been fucking the women in my family for three hundred years.”

I must have blushed. “It’s O.K.,” he said. “I didn’t say you fucked them.”

“It’s complicated” I stammered.

“Yes, it is.” he said gently. “For white people it is. But relax. Don’t for an instant think that we do not know what is going on around us. When you are as light as my family is, you get it from both sides. Not white, and not black enough to be authentic. In New Orleans, we were aristocracy. Up North we are just colored folks that look too white.”

“Is that what happened to get you exiled here for the summer?”

“Something like that. Sometimes you get the double whammy.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that, but he touched me on the upper arm as I looked up to see a family looking at the shirt counter. “Gotta’ go sell,” I said, grateful at the opportunity to avoid the sudden honesty. “Maybe we can catch a smoke in a while.”

“I’d like that,” he said. Then he smiled and I felt my stomach tighten.

I was glad it was busy. Alexander made his first sale, and I admired the elegance of the way he bagged the shirts, the little flourish as he handed it over as though it were a prize of great price and not just a couple Arrow shirts. The late afternoon traffic stayed pretty brisk and it was coming up on dinner when the Nerd told me he would keep Alexander and show him how to close out, since he came in late and I had opened up. “OK,” I said, though I wouldn’t have minded staying.

The Nerd said he would be writing a new work schedule to accommodate Alexander’s arrival and I said goodnight to the Nerd and told Alexander that I looked forward to working with him.

He extended his hand and I noticed for the first time how slender and graceful his fingers were. I did not clasp his palm in the death grip I usually use. His touch was firm and his flesh supple and warm. I walked out into the still-bright sun and found the car.

The vinyl seats were hotter than shit, and I roared home with the windows down, wishing the little car has air conditioning. I took a swim and found a place in the field out in back of the house to go drink a couple semi-cold Pabst Blue Ribbons. I was daydreaming out there as the shadows grew longer and night fell.

I was day-dreaming about Alexander’s fingers. I wondered if it were true, about the proportional relationship between fingers and cock. And if all the Caucasian blood had any effect on how big it was.

Shoot, I thought. I wonder if I am a fucking homo?

When I lay in my bed later, I got rock hard and images of him flashed through my mind as I grunted and rubbed my throbbing dick. When I came, I thought of him shooting all over me. When I licked it up, I imagined it was his.

Shoot, I am a fucking homo, I thought.

Now what the fuck do I do about that?

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This is my first published piece; so far, I’ve written the first ten chapters and will release the others once I’ve tidied them up. Further chapters are in my head, waiting to be put to ‘paper’. The initial three chapters will introduce the characters, and no intimacy will happen until chapter four, when they are over eighteen. The series will include first-time and group sex but also includes mentions of suicide and attempted rape in later chapters; if that upsets you, I suggest you don’t start.

Many thanks to Neuroparenthetical for advice and guidance in editing this first chapter.

Chapter 1

It was September 2008 and my first day of term in a new school; this was my final year of GCSEs. It was not a great time to change, but my parents had changed jobs after my dad’s previous company made him redundant after ten years of service. We’d moved from a small village in Shropshire near the English / Welsh border to Totton, just outside of Southampton on the South coast of England.

The syllabus of my new school was very similar to what I had been studying, and I could continue the same subjects, so that didn’t worry me. I would miss my friends, particularly Craig, my longest and best friend. We both played World of Warcraft online, so we would keep in touch while playing, but we obviously wouldn’t be able to hike and cycle on weekends. One thing I was pleased about, which led to my parents looking for new jobs here, was that the city had an excellent dojo for judo and taekwondo.

My two main priorities growing up were grades at school and fitness. Grades because I wanted to get to a good university to study computing. I didn’t know precisely what field, but I enjoyed all aspects of computing and knew it would be a good career choice. Fitness because my main passion was martial arts.

My dad’s brother, Tom, introduced me to taekwondo when I was six, and I soon took to it. My father, Keith, was five years younger than his brother and was a former Royal Marine Commando, leaving as a Captain when I was eight. It was his idea to introduce me to judo when he left, and again, I loved it. I think taekwondo and judo’s discipline, respect and challenge struck a chord.

It was a beautiful summer’s day in September, around eight in the morning, as I left home to walk to my new school for the first time. It was only about a two-mile walk. I figured I’d probably start cycling at some point, but I felt I needed the extra time that day to mentally prepare myself to meet my new teachers and fellow students. I’d been at the same junior and secondary school since I was five, so I suppose I was slightly apprehensive.

I walked down our street and turned left past some local convenience stores and a Tesco metro and then into the school grounds. Kids of all ages were chatting, catching up on what they had been up to on their holidays or playing football. I went into the reception to get my timetable and introduce myself. They were expecting me, and the lady behind the desk gave me my updated class schedule and explained where the classrooms were.

I went outside and sat on a bench near some girls who looked like they were also year 11s. There were three of them, and they seemed to be chatting about where they had been on holiday over the summer (two went to France and the other Scotland, as far as I could work out).

I noticed a group of ‘lads’ crowding around one boy; I had a fair idea of what was happening but didn’t want to jump to conclusions or get in trouble on my first day, so I just watched for a while. I hated bullies and, at my previous school, had made it abundantly clear what I thought of it to anyone who went down that route.

After I’d achieved a black belt in both judo and taekwondo, a couple of the thugs tried to rough me up after I stopped them from making a classmate of mine’s life a misery. It didn’t end up well for either of them, made worse as it was in front of about 20 other kids; bullying virtually stopped at school soon after. A few teachers worked out what was happening and seemed delighted but never actually brought it up. Subsequently, if anyone felt threatened, they seemed to come to me, and I’d then have a private chat with the culprit about the error of their ways and how it would be better to make different life choices. After that first time, a chat was all that was ever required.

The bell rang, meaning it was time to go to our forms. At the start of each day, we had fifteen minutes with our form teacher before going separate ways to our various classes. My form teacher was Mr Okoru, who I think did PE, he certainly looked very sporty. He welcomed us all back for the start of the new school year and stressed the importance of working hard. We’d all be taking our GCSE exams in May and June, which would be crucial, especially if we wanted to study ‘A’ levels and then go to university. I was taking ten GCSEs, so I knew I would have to work hard. Still, in seven years, I’ll be finished at university! sefaköy escort Shit, seven more years of studying; that’s nearly half my life up to now! I was sure it would fly by; adults kept telling us this was the best years of our lives, but I wasn’t sure I believed them.

Mr Okoru finished his pep talk and then explained to the class that we had a new starter (as if anyone hadn’t noticed me) and asked me to stand up and introduce myself.

I stood up and started. “Hi everyone, my name is David Wilshire. I was born and raised in Shropshire, and we moved here over the summer after my parents got new jobs. I intend to go to university after A levels and study Computer Science, as I want to be a programmer, but who knows what I’ll want to be in six years?

My hobbies are gaming when I have the time, particularly World of Warcraft, and running and cycling to keep fit. I’m also a black belt in judo and taekwondo, and my dream is to represent Great Britain at the youth Olympics in Singapore in eighteen months and then the London Olympics in three and a half years.”

I sat down, and Mr Okoru said. “Thank you, David; I run a jujitsu school here in Totton on a Wednesday night if you are ever interested in learning a new discipline.”

“I might try that.” I replied, “It depends if I can fit it in. I’ll be training twice a week in judo and taekwondo in a dojo in Southampton, but until we get closer to exams, I should be able to attend most weeks.”

“I think you have PE with me after lunch today, don’t you?” he asked. “Could you do a demonstration of some moves before we start? It would be a fun way to start the term.”

“Yes, I’ve got PE this afternoon. I don’t mind showing you if you want.”

The bell rang, so we headed to our first class. Mine was maths followed by physics, which were both fine. We then had a short break, and I sought out the boy who had been surrounded that morning. He had been in my maths and physics classes, so I’d already spoken briefly to him. We chatted, and I learned his name was Dafydd and that he had a twin sister named Isolde. Their parents were Welsh and wanted them to have traditional names. He told me about the various teachers and some of the other kids, and we got on very well. The break was soon over, so we agreed to meet for lunch, and I headed off for French, followed by history.

I enjoyed languages. We often went camping around Europe for our summer holidays, so knowing some – even just a little – came in handy. My mother was Swedish, so I’d learned that growing up and seemed to pick up other languages without much effort. Along with French, I was also studying Spanish for GCSE.

I got my looks from my mother’s side; like her, I had blond hair, blue eyes, and a light complexion, although I tanned reasonably quickly rather than burned. I was tall, like my parents – already six feet by then, but I thought I still had a few more inches to grow.

The French lesson was excellent. Our teacher was a French lady, so I was confident we would learn the correct pronunciation and grammar. My previous French teacher had been from Birmingham, so they had a very odd accent; if you’ve ever heard a broad Brumie accent, ‘odd’ doesn’t even begin to describe it! History was good; they covered the same periods we had at my last school, so I wouldn’t have to learn new things.

Next was lunch. I headed to the canteen and met Dafydd, and we joined the long queue. The choice was quite good. I chose pasta with some bolognese, and Dafydd had sausages and chips with beans. We sat down with some girls, and he introduced me. One of them was his sister. She was a typically Celtic girl, with long, red hair and green eyes, and looked very well put together. With her were three other pretty girls: Lisa, a skinny blonde; Claire, a brunette with hair down to her mid back; and Lucy, with black hair that just reached her shoulders. Dafydd obviously knew them well, and I was pleased my circle of acquaintances was growing.

After introductions, the girls went back to talking together. I thought Dafydd sat with them to avoid the group surrounding him that morning. We got to learn a bit more about each other. He also liked World of Warcraft – which everyone in the know called ‘wow’- so we talked about the dungeons and raids and were both excited about the rumoured new expansion that might be out before Christmas. Just then, Head Goon 1 (I didn’t yet know his name, but he seemed to fit the description) came over with his followers and started bad-mouthing Dafydd, calling him Daffy Duck and sheep shagger, ruffling his hair, and generally acting like an arsehole.

I got up and turned to them. “Back off, turn around, and return to the hole you came from. Do not intimidate, touch or talk to my friend again — or be an arsehole to anyone else, either, for that matter. It pisses me off.” I looked directly into his eyes as I spoke to him. He didn’t seem pleased someone beykent escort had stood up to him. It must have been a new experience, and he was temporarily lost for words.

Not for long, though. “After school, I’ll teach you a lesson!” he said, his goon squad of four other knuckle-draggers grinning behind him.

“I’m not going to start a fight with anyone,” I said, “but I’ll certainly defend myself. I suggest you have a good think — if you’re capable of that — this afternoon and reconsider. You don’t intimidate me, and neither do that lot.”

“Later, then,” he said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it!” With that, they left to go and do whatever lowlifes like them get up to when not choosing prey.

The girls had heard the exchange, and Lisa, looking worried, said, “That wasn’t wise. Wayne won’t fight fair. His gang will join in as well. There’s a back gate from school. You’d better leave that way this afternoon.”

I replied, “Don’t worry; I think he’ll change his mind by the end of the day. Our whole year level has PE this afternoon, doesn’t it?” She nodded, so I continued. “Make sure you are all on time, and you’ll see why. Mr Okoru has asked me to do a demonstration for everyone before it starts.” I got confused looks from them all. “All will become clear later. If Wayne still wants to start something, he’s even stupider than he looks.” With that, I winked at the girls and left to see if I could find Mr Okoru to have a quick chat.

I found him, as expected, in the sports hall, getting some things ready for the afternoon session with us year elevens. I explained what had transpired at lunch. He knew Wayne was known for bullying other kids and would call him to the head’s office. I told him my plan, as I thought it was a better way of defusing the situation. He listened, smiled and then – thankfully — agreed. When the lesson started, he would tell the whole year about my background. I was a black belt in judo and taekwondo, had represented Great Britain in some European events — even medalling a few times — and was aiming to attend the Youth Olympics in Singapore in the summer of 2010.

I explained what moves I was thinking of performing, and he asked me to do a quick demo so he would know what to expect. I changed into shorts and a T-shirt and came out carrying my trainers. Another PE teacher had arrived to help Mr Okoru. Her name was Miss White, and she stood at the side to watch. I thought I’d seen she was the Deputy Head but wasn’t sure.

I started doing some standing kicks, did a slow standing split, and held my leg vertically above me for 10 seconds, motionless. I then proceeded to do some jumping kicks, including some backward ones, finishing off by jumping and whipping my leg well over six feet up in the air. I explained that I usually hung a small ball on some string from a frame, so the ball was about six feet and three inches above the ground. Miss White stared with open mouth at the demonstration.

“They’re going to love this,” she said, “especially some girls!” She was laughing as she added that final thought.

“How accurate and confident are you in that last kick?” Mr Okoru said.

“I never miss, why?” I replied.

“How about I put something on my head, and you kick it off?”

“Fine by me if you trust me enough. If line up right, I could kick it straight at a certain point….” I winked at him, hoping he understood my meaning.

“How far would it go?” he asked.

“15 – 20 meters, probably. I’d ensure it didn’t hit anything important if you follow me…”

“We’ll do that then,” he said with a smile. I’ll go and get something.”

“You could mention you’d let me show them breaking concrete breeze blocks with my hands and feet if you had any, which might resonate with certain parties?”

He smiled again. “I think you’re going to be a good influence on this year group!” With that, he finally left to go and find something for me to kick.

Miss White raised an eyebrow at me. “I think I’m missing something, aren’t I?”

“Perhaps you’ll have to ask Mr Okoru later to see if that’s the case,” I responded cryptically.

We went outside as the other year elevens started turning up, the girls to one side and the boys to the other. They usually would then split into those doing football and those doing athletics (mainly running at this stage of the term). Mr Okoru explained to those not in his form that I was a new student at the school and would give them a demonstration of my skills. Wayne and his cronies were quietly laughing to one side, and one of his mates drew his hand across his throat, tritely indicating my later demise.

I took off my T-shirt. I could tell you it was just for Wayne and his mates so that they might have some doubts and would start reconsidering their plans, but I was a teenage boy, and I was a bit vain. I didn’t mind the idea of the girls checking me out, too, and maybe making some kayaşehir escort plans. I think Mr Okoru knew my intentions were completely impure, but he didn’t comment. Looking towards Isolde and her friends, I saw them staring open-mouthed at me. Smiling, I started my demo: the standing splits were followed by several kicks and hand strikes. I made sure to put lots of effort and noise into each one. Well, Wayne, how would you like to be on the end of this, this, or this? Getting near the end, I could see him starting to look worried. His mates were just about shitting themselves. Just before the finale, I made sure I was all lined up. Mr Okoru had put a rubber ball carefully on his head and stood with his eyes closed — I assumed so he didn’t flinch. I didn’t blame him; someone he didn’t know was about to kick seven shades of shit out of something close to his bonce, but, as a jujitsu instructor, he recognised me as someone who knew what they were doing.

I was facing away from him when I leapt up and spun swiftly around, my right foot whipping faster than most of the audience could see, straight towards his head. No one had noticed the ball yet, as all eyes had been on me. Some girls screamed, and the teachers, apart from Miss White, started running towards me, thinking I’d gone mad. My foot connected with the ball, sending it straight towards Wayne, clearing his head about three inches. He was standing at least fifteen meters from me. I finished my spin and noticed Mr Okoru had opened his eyes. I stood still and then calmly bowed to him to indicate I was finished.

“Thank you for that excellent demonstration, David,” he said, looking particularly towards Wayne. “I’m sure we were ALL very impressed with your skills.” I don’t know how, as he had pale skin anyway, but Wayne was looking almost see-through by then.

Mr Okoru, I think, was enjoying himself almost as much as I was, so he piled it on, just like we’d discussed.

“David had asked me if we had any concrete blocks so he could show us how he can break them with his bare hands and feet,” he continued, “but unfortunately, we don’t, and I expect it breaks some health and safety rules somewhere.”

With that, I slowly put on my t-shirt, ensuring the girls all saw me do it. We then split up, with some going off to do football. I stayed with the rest to do some running.

The rest of the afternoon was quiet. Now and then, I looked over to those playing football. If Wayne or his mates saw me looking, they quickly turned away. I decided they were all really, really bad at football, or their minds weren’t on it for some reason. I wondered if that should be ‘mind,’ singular, as I’m not sure they each had one. Whenever the ball came to one of them, their passes never went close to a teammate. The others on their team all looked like they wanted to say something, but all kept quiet, probably fearing some after-match retribution.

The track half of us finished just before the footie lot did, and I made a beeline to intercept Wayne and one of his crowd.

“Hi, Wayne!” I said. “I hope we’re still meeting after school?”

“Err, no, you’re okay,” he replied. “I need to be somewhere; I forgot earlier.”

“No, we still need to meet up; I assume you’re fine with just a quick chat and only a chat?” I emphasised ‘chat.’ “It’s important. I won’t keep you long, and you can bring as many of your mates as you want if you’d feel more comfortable?” I smiled gently at him. I didn’t feel the need to humiliate him.

“Um, yeah, okay. I’m sure I can spare a couple of minutes if it’s important.”

We entered the changing room, and you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. I gently patted him on the back. “See you in a few minutes then; I appreciate it.” Those closest to us didn’t understand the exchange or why I was being pally with him.

I showered and went to stand near the gates. Dafydd, Isolde and her friends from earlier saw me and came over to chat. The girls were making eyes at me and touching their hair like girls do when trying to make you notice them. I felt eight feet tall, and it would be a good year. Just then, Wayne came out with three of his mates.

“One second, Dafydd, ladies,” I said. “I just want a quick chat with Wayne.”

Wayne and I moved to the side, and he started. “Look, I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot earlier. It was just an honest misunderstanding. Are we good?”

“Well, that depends, Wayne,” I said softly but sternly. “You see, the thing is, I despise bullies. I don’t know you personally yet, but I know your type. If you can promise me there will be no more intimidation of ANYONE here at school, we’ll get along just great. It would be best if you found a new hobby. Mr Okoru runs a jujitsu class here in Totton. Why don’t some of you try that? It would be an outlet for your aggression and excess energy and teach you self-respect and discipline, amongst other things. I’m thinking of going along this Wednesday. Want to join me and see what it’s all about?”

“Err, err, I, um, I’d have to check with my Dad if he will let me, but I could try, yes. As long as we’re, you know, good now?” He looked pleadingly at me.

“I don’t see why not; we understand each other now, don’t we?”

“Oh yes, definitely!” he responded hurriedly. “I understand you perfectly!”

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The sun was slowly rising on another glorious Los Angeles day, breaking through the balcony doors spreading light throughout the penthouse apartment. Stevie lay there wrapped in the bed sheet, a glow on her face the likes of which she had never seen before.

The last month had been an absolute rollercoaster taking her life from that of a normal 22 year old living in her dreary one room apartment to laying in a huge queen size bed, wrapped in expensive sheets, on luxurious pillows waking up to the crashing waves of the pacific ocean. If someone had walked in and told her she was actually still asleep and this was all a dream, she would have believed them.

This wasn’t a dream though; it was very much real but to understand how Stevie had found herself in such a luxurious bed we have to go back, back to that day in June when this rollercoaster had begun.

June 14th

Stevie looked over at her phone as the alarm went off for the third time, hating the noise that blared out of it more than anything in the world at that moment. Reaching over grabbing it, she switched off the alarm, sighing in frustration seeing the time, 7.45, knowing she had no choice but to get up if she didn’t want to be late for work, again.

This daily ritual of hating her alarm clock and fighting to get out of bed; wasn’t due to how comfy in bed she was or how cosy she was, far from it. It had been another hot and humid Los Angeles summer evening; she lay there in her nightdress, her long dirty blonde hair a sweaty mess, heavy eyes due to her lack of sleep. No the reason for this ritual was her hatred of her job.

When she turned 18 and made the decision to move to Los Angeles to start out on her own, her reason for choosing LA wasn’t like all the other starlets, she had no desire to be famous. Stevie was the girl in the group who would stay in the background, allowing for her more flamboyant and vocal girlfriends to hog the limelight, just as she liked it and living in LA certainly helped with that, 90% of the girls that lived there wanted the limelight, allowing Stevie to sit in the shadows.

Even with her desire to stay out of the limelight, Stevie didn’t exactly want to move to LA and work in the dullest temp job that had ever existed but that’s exactly what she did. She worked for a firm that specialised in finding extras for movies, which doesn’t sound so bad but her job wasn’t finding the extras or engaging with the movies that needed them, her job was to ensure the hundreds of extras they supplied were paid correctly and dealing with the inevitable challenges about how much they were paid. Stevie hated it, but it paid well, was an honest living and allowed her to enjoy her weekends.

Finally, after another five minutes of lying in bed thinking of reasons why she shouldn’t go to work, she crawled out of bed and into the bathroom, running her fingers through her hair as she looked at the matted mess the hot summer night had left her with. Grabbing her toothbrush and starting to brush her teeth she looked herself up and down trying to make the decision whether she needed to get a shower.

Stevie was fortunate in that she had naturally good skin, she wasn’t the kind of girl that needed to spend an hour in the mirror applying make-up, she had light sun-kissed skin, with freckles on her cheeks but not too many, just enough to look as if she had applied them herself. This coupled with her 32c breasts, meant she was able to get away without too much effort because guys just tended to ogle her breasts anyway.

This thought process along with the fact she just worked in an office had made her mind up, today was going to be an au natural kind of day, so she grabbed some clean panties and a bra from her draws, sliding her nightdress off, observing herself in the mirror once more before sliding her underwear on, the bra hugging her breasts tightly pushing them in slightly as she grimaced, thinking to herself she really needed to go and get resized for her underwear and buy some new ones.

Glancing out the window into the busy street as she considered what clothes to wear, as if she needed to check the weather knowing it was going to be ferociously hot and sunny like every day in LA. She grabbed some denim shorts hesitating for a moment as she considered the last time she had wore them they had hugged her ass tighter than she remembered but had put it down to them shrinking in the wash not the real truth that her ass had grown a little plumper over the last six months.

Stepping into her shorts and then pulling her favourite white Converse on, she then pulled a white t-shirt from her closet with a huge yellow smiley face on, the have a nice day kind. Checking herself in the mirror once more as she started to put things into her handbag, she didn’t exactly look glamorous but working in a dreary office did have one perk, it allowed her to dress like this every day.

Little did Stevie know that today was going to be far from a normal day and her choice of t-shirt could come back to haunt kozyatağı escort her.

Having survived the daily commute, putting up with the glances at her breasts due to her t-shirt hugging her breasts and the eyes travelling down her figure to her shapely thighs on display in her shorts, she’d grabbed herself a coffee, enjoyed a flirt with the barista and made it to her desk all before 9am, as far as Monday’s going, this was a successful start to the week.

She had barely sat down and pressed the power up button on her computer when her boss, Tom walked into the office. Tom was a good boss to be fair, helped by the fact he was nice to look at. Just turned 40 Tom was one of those guys who had tried to follow Brad Pitt moving to LA with the hope of getting picked up and becoming famous, he certainly had the looks for it. That chiselled jaw, deep brown eyes that Stevie had got lost in several times, a killer smile and a body that had taken countless hours in the gym to obtain, Stevie knew because it was all Tom spoke about and was one of the only things she didn’t like about him, she’d never been the gym going type.

As he walked in he looked straight over at Stevie a look of surprise on his face, “What are you doing here?” This certainly hadn’t been the morning welcome Stevie had been expecting and she looked at him not sure what to respond to that. Tom continued as he walked towards her, “I messaged you last night, we had a late cancellation, I need you on set over at Dream Pictures.”

Stevie looked at him then down at her phone, being asked to step in and support on set as an extra when required was expected in her role, she’d done it countless times but just blushed as she looked at her phone once more, trying to respond, “I, er…” but Tom interrupted her, “I, er, nothing, they are hoping to start shooting at 9, get yourself over there now.” Quickly grabbing her phone and handbag, she quickly left the office and started to head over to the lot where Dream Pictures made their movies not even thinking about what set she was about to walk onto just knowing she needed to get their asap.

Dream Pictures was one of the adult studios that her company worked with, Stevie wasn’t a prude, she was far from a virgin but porn wasn’t exactly her thing, she’d had boyfriends who had enjoyed her watching it with them but she wasn’t like some of her girlfriends who openly admitted they watched it themselves, well today she was certainly going to get to watch some.

Her mind wandered as she walked, almost jogging over to the studio, her breasts bouncing with her brisk walk trying not to think about all the eyes she could feel glancing at her and her bouncing assets. She’d paid lots of extras over the years for working with Dream Pictures but never considered what use an extra could have in the adult industry, from her experience, the only people on camera tended to be the stars.

Stevie bit her lip subconsciously as she thought about it, thinking about what her role was going to be today and what she was going to be doing. She’d never had a steady boyfriend in her time in LA and it had been a few months since she had hooked up with anyone too and she couldn’t deny the idea of watching some people having sex in the near future was turning her on but she suddenly snapped out of her day dream as she arrived at the studio lot and eagerly headed inside.

Clutching her handbag not knowing what to expect as she headed in, Stevie was surprised as she stepped in to a well lit reception area, clean and tidy with what looked like brand new furniture. For some reason Stevie had been expecting the lot to be dark, dirty and less inviting but this room was far from it. She headed up to the reception desk smiling her cheeks slightly flushed from her walk at the receptionist sat at the desk, “Hi, I’m so sorry, my names Stevie, I’m here for the shoot this morning.”

The receptionist looked up at Stevie through her thin framed glassed, pursing her lips, looking her up and down with the gaze of someone who had seen a lot of girls walk through those doors then glanced back down at her computer as she spoke, “It’s OK, they’ve not started shooting yet, they are preparing the set so your services won’t be needed yet, take a seat and someone will come collect you.”

Blushing even more being spoken to like that, Stevie returned the favour looking the receptionist up and down, glancing at her name tag, Evelyn, the buttons on her blouse clearly struggling to contain her large breasts, Stevie bit her lip once more as she glanced up at Evelyn the thought that she’d probably been in front of the camera in the past entered her head. She quickly turned away as Evelyn looked up at her and caught her gaze, her cheeks reddening once more she quickly turned and headed over to an empty seat.

Sitting down in the quiet waiting room, it was the first moment since her boss had walked in that Stevie had considered what exactly she was getting herself into, erenköy escort she tried to think back to past bookings she’d known for Dream Picture but suddenly a man burst into the room clearly looking panicked.

The man was in his 20’s, wear a shirt unbuttoned lower than someone with his physique should wear it and had what could only be referred to as a greasy ponytail, he looked at Evelyn and shouted, “Is she here yet, please tell me she is here”, a sense of desperation in his tone. Evelyn looked up from her computer, looking as surprised as Stevie was fumbling with some papers on her desk stuttering her response, “erm…”. The man then glanced over at Stevie a smile lighting his face up as he shouted over to Stevie, “Thank god, get your ass in here”.

Her cheeks reddening once more, not sure how she felt by her ass being referred to but quickly got to her feet, walking in the guys direction, feeling him ogle her. He held the door open so she quickly walked in, looking up at the guy with the ponytail as he commented, “Nice t-shirt” a grin on his face that should couldn’t quite understand but quickly ignored as she walked in to the room, looking around what looked like a high school locker room, with about twenty people milling around, some in a state of undress and all of them looking slightly panicked in the same way the ponytail guy had been.

As Stevie drank in the scene, never having been on the set of an adult production before, she felt a hand on the small of her back looking to her side as the ponytail guy started to guide her forward. Her cheeks still reddening as she felt like more eyes on the room looked in her direction, she quickly shuffled her feet allowing him to guide her towards two benches in the centre of the room, the kind that they had in locker rooms; that were clearly going to be used for the scene.

Stevie looked up to the ponytail guy about to ask what was expected from her today when around a hidden corner on the set walked what she would quite happily admit was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen and to add to it, he was completely naked except for some football shoulder pads. For once Stevie took on the role of pervert and couldn’t help herself, biting her lip as she slowly looks over his strong abs, down slowly, biting her lip harder as her gaze caught on his semi hard cock. She thought it was semi hard because it was limp but the size of it she couldn’t be sure as it hung down his thigh, bigger than any cock she’d seen before.

Snapping out of her gaze, as she heard him speak, looking up her cheeks flushing once more as she stuttered, “Oh, I’m sorry”, looking up at him as he smiled at her, almost falling in love with him again as he smiled at her the most gorgeous smile she’d even seen and those eyes of his, a dreamy blue, she just smiled in response.

She felt like time stood still as they both stood there looking at each other but was quickly snapped out of her daydream once more as she heard the ponytail guy behind her, “Okay, niceties out of the way, you’ve got a job to do and we are losing money” and felt his hand move slowly up her back onto her shoulder and push down gently but insistently”.

Turning her head to look up at the ponytail guy once more a mixture of emotions running through her, panic certainly one of them, excitement another and not sure which one was going to win, she slowly complied and dropped down to her knees looking up at the gorgeous star before her, his limp cock inches from her face. She watched as he reached forward, grabbing his cock and held it up in the direction of her mouth.

It was at this exact moment that everything she had seen started to make sense, the panic in the ponytail guys voice when he’d first walked into the room, the panic around the room as she had walked in, the limpness of the stars cock, the person they had been waiting for wasn’t an extra, it was the fluffer and they thought she was the girl they’d been waiting on.

A million thoughts once again, started running through Stevie’s mind as she looked up at the gorgeous man holding his cock out in desperation for her, she was in no way a fluffer and part of her wanted to stand up and get out of there but nothing could deny the fact she thought the guy was perfect, she had already admitted to herself earlier that it had been awhile and finally the reputation of the company she worked for was at risk, if she backed out they may never get another contract from Dream pictures again.

Milling everything over in that split second in her mind, sensing the eagerness from the star and the ponytail guy, Stevie took a deep breath, her eyes up on the star and opened her mouth as she moved her mouth towards his soft cock.

Seeing all the permission he needed the star quickly moved forward and pushed his cock between her lips, one hand still holding the base of his cock, his other hand reached forward and pressed on her head. Having used a fluffer dozens of times he knew exactly what harem escort he needed to do to get his cock hard and he wasn’t there for pleasantries, she was a mouth to serve a purpose.

Stevie’s eyes remained open looking up his toned torso into those amazing blue eyes as she kept her mouth open wide, closing her lips around his shaft as she felt him take control a hand on her head sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as he pleased. Stevie was kind of relieved he had taken control, she’d never had any complaints about her blowjob technique but she wasn’t sure she could live up to porn standards. So she just knelt there keeping her lips on his shaft as he slid in and out, feeling his cock swell inside her mouth.

Feeling his cock start to harden the star, looking down at Stevie, looking into her eyes a sense of relief washing over him and able to start to enjoy himself as he slid his cock in and out of her eager mouth. Not sliding deep just a few inches of his growing cock sliding in and out just as he liked it, the hand on the base of his cock letting go now as it hardened enough to stand upright by itself.

Still not quite believing the position she found herself as she knelt there in the mock changing room, oblivious to the eyes on her just focussing on the gaze of the hunk above her, Stevie couldn’t deny she was enjoying it and didn’t even think as a groan escaped from her lips. Her cheeks reddened at the sound but quickly calmed as she looked up seeing him smile down at her with that gorgeous smile.

He smiled down at her, hearing the groan escape her lips, knowing she was enjoying sucking his cock and happy to stand there and let her enjoy it. His cock hard again, he had his first change to look the fluffer up and down, smiling at her have a nice day top containing what looked like a lovely set of tits, admiring down her back to her plump ass, she certainly had a figure he could have a lot of fun with but he knew he had no time for that, there was work to be done.

Even more turned on seeing the hunks smile, making her think she was doing a good job, she was certainly enjoying it, as she suddenly realised his cock was rock hard standing on its own now and she had only managed the first couple of inches of what looked like a cock well over 8″. Eager to continue to please him, her eyes still up on him she pressed forward slightly, another groan escaping her lips as she felt his cock slide deeper into her mouth.

Suddenly, she heard, “Okay, I’m ready” and suddenly the heavenly cock popped free from her mouth. She looked up at the star as he gave her another of his killer smiles, “Thanks doll, have a nice day” and walked away leaving her kneeling there, incredibly horny and all of a sudden feeling very vulnerable.

Once again time seemed to stand still as she knelt there for what felt like a lifetime until the ponytail guy snapped her out of her lull once more, shouting urgently, “Unless you plan on being in shot, get off your ass and get out the way”.

Blushing once more Stevie quickly climbed to her feet backing away to the edge of the room standing there not sure what to do or say, her cheeks still rosey red as every now and again she would get a pat on the arm and a friendly smile saying “Good work hunni”.

Her emotions were once again mixed as the realisation of what had just occurred washed over her, mortified that she had just sucked a stranger’s cock in front of a crowded room and strangely proud that she had done a good job.

She stood there, looking over as she watched the gorgeous star and his now hard as a rock cock be sucked by a big breasted blonde girl, looking her naked form up and down a sense of jealously washing over as she bit her lip unable to take her eyes off the pair of them.

The star was in his element now, this is what he loved, the stress of getting hard and staying hard was always a pain but getting to fuck big breasted blondes like Kim was every guys dream. He stood there enjoying her working his cock as deep as she could manage, listening out for any directions and smiled eagerly as he heard the director order him to bend her over the bench and fuck her doggy.

Just as he was turning her around he looked up and his eyes caught the fluffer standing there in the corner of the room, he smiled and winked at her, as he reached down positioning his cock and sliding slowly into Kim’s wet pussy, gripping her hips and pulling her back and forth, he couldn’t help himself as he looked up once more and locked eyes with Stevie, looking her full figure up and down, he couldn’t deny he found her attractive.

Stevie couldn’t take her eyes off the blowjob, doing everything in her will power to stop herself touching herself; the scene was turning her on so much. Listening to the director shout out to fuck her doggy style, Stevie’s eyed widened as she was going to get to see them fuck.

Frozen in position, she looked at the girls face as she took his big cock, the reality of how long it had been since Stevie fucked anyone washing over her, her jealously only growing as she watched the girl grimace knowing she was enjoying that cock, there was no need to act right now. Stevie’s glance looked up and she almost yelped as she found herself looking straight into the deep blue eyes of the star as he fucked the buxom blonde porn star and he then winked at her.

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Chasing youth

Part 1

My name is Derrick Tyson. I am 30 years old. I was a weak, nerdy virgin in high school. I never had a date, didn’t go to the prom and had a smell about me in high school. I didn’t play any sports. I was the weird guy. I was mocked and laughed at. I did well academically but I was a social zero.

Let me tell you how I transformed myself into a man that, as of this writing, has screwed over one hundred (100), and counting, women of all shapes, sizes and races.

It all started with me, after another lackluster Friday night filled with video games and masturbation, finally I had an epiphany. I was 19 at the time. I decided to do something about my situation. I was living at home, working a crappy job, and I was fat. I decided to get up the next morning and try and work out. I knew nothing. However, I did know how to read and research.

The first thing I needed to do was find a gym and a support system. The only way you will learn how to be a man who is getting laid regularly is to find other guys who get laid yakacık escort regularly. I needed to get a new circle of friends. This group of friends were probably hanging out were an uncoordinated, shy guy like me never went which was the gym. I found a gym in the area. Not one of those cute gyms were if you drop a plate or grunt, they yell at you. No, I found a gym where the guys talk shit to you if you do not lift. I also noticed a lot of physically fit, females in that gym as well.

I went in with my weak, flabby body and just got on a treadmill. I did the treadmill and slowly but surely went over to the bench press. I could barely lift the 45 lb bar. I heard someone snickering about my titties. I stayed with it, though. I started going to the gym every day and the guys there started helping me with different tools and techniques. I started doing speedwork on the track after talking to one of the guys there that used to run track in college. They also started asking me about having a girlfriend. I was too ashamed to say I had never samandıra escort gotten laid. To them, at nineteen, this was unbelievable. They got a good laugh but after a while they wanted to help me. The older men started giving me advice on how to talk to women. I had never had this type of advice before. I thought women were so sweet and virginal, but it turns out that the great majority of these women were sluts. It was time to take them off the pedestal.

My first conquest after going to the gym after about three months was a girl named Lisa. I met Lisa in a club. I was losing my fear of women due to my weightlifting, getting more physically fit, and not being afraid of confrontation. I went right up to her after having a few drinks and asked her for a blowjob. She started laughing right there on the spot and we had a conversation. Later on that night, I got her phone number. The next day we chatted on the phone for over an hour in which she informed me she had a boyfriend, but she was horny. She did not have a car, so sancaktepe escort I picked her up at her trailer and brought her back to my place. My mother was working the night shift, so I had the place all to myself. I brought her up to my room. I was nervous but I knew I had to accomplish my mission. She sat on the bed as I stood. Lisa slowly unbuckled my belt. Then she unbuttoned the top button on my shorts. My dick was throbbing right now. The wetness was showing through my shorts. She unzipped my shorts and they fell to the floor. She then reached inside my boxer shorts and pulled out me johnson. I was in heaven. It was finally about to happen. She grabbed me johnson with her right hand and stuck my dick in her mouth. Never had a I had such a sensation on my penis. Up and down, she went and she even opened her eyes and looked up at me while she did it. I could hardly contain myself until finally I released years of frustration, shyness, teasing and tears into her mouth all at once. Lisa, like a true cockmaster, continued sucking and squeezing my johnson until there was no more semen to come out. Afterwards I fell on the floor. I just laid there looking at the ceiling for a while. Yes, I had tears of joy. So, this is what it was all about. This is why men play football and basketball. This is the reward for working hard in the gym. Well, since I have years to make up, I better stay in the gym, and search out my next conquest.

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As a preface, I thought I’d write about this affair I had with a married woman when I was younger. I was 20 and she was about 10 years older and married to a guy she didn’t love. We snuck around a lot while her husband was at work or out of town. We had many sexual encounters and she was the first woman I had sex with. I’ll write about many of these escapades as it was a fun time in my life. The sneaking around was fun but not the smartest choices I’ve made in my life. I think writing about them would be fun.

This is about the first time I received a blowjob and the months leading up to it, which was also my first ever sexual experience. I was chatting online a bit at this time in my life and I became close with this woman. We chatted a lot, pretty much nightly and after knowing each other online for a long time, we exchanged phone numbers. We had the occasional phone call as time went on, the online chats remained regular and they’d often turned sexual. This was back in the ICQ days. I used to read erotic stories so I had some idea on what to say and how to please women sexually. At least in writing.

We started having phone sex soon and pretty reguarly too. Always in the morning. I was attending university then so I never had to get up too early and her husband had gone to work. So around 8:00 we’d call each other up and listen to each other masturbate while talking dirty to each other. I remember hearing moans and her voice was such a turn-on. She had a vibrator and would describe how she was rubbing it on her clit. I’d ask her to put it inside her and put the phone çekmeköy escort next to it so I could hear the wet noises it made. We would always time it so we’d cum at the same time. Hearing her cumming was the hottest thing a 20 year with no sexual experience could listen to. Pretty hot for any male with any amount of experience actually.

We did this for quite a few weeks until we decided we should meet. We had exchanged photos of ourselves already by now. She sent some photo of a good looking woman that she said was her a long time ago. It may have been but it must’ve been very long ago. She wasn’t ugly by any means but she was overweight however not close to being obese. She still had a shape of a woman. Pretty much every single description of a woman written by males on this site are tall, skinny big breated women. Not this chick but like I said, she wasn’t ugly by any means and still had a shape. Big shapes.

We decided to meet at a park near the city by the river. By now she’d driven by my house before and we knew what each other looked like, but have never met in person. We met at night by the river and started chatting. We got on really well. Conversation kept flowing but I think we both wanted some form of bodily contact but no one wanted to instigate it. Until finally our heads got close and we started kissing. We pasoionately kissed for a long time. It’s the second time I kissed a girl. I don’t know if I was doing a good job but she kept kissing and didn’t stop me. Our hands were running all over each other, içerenköy escort we were standing and leaning up against a handrail on the water front. She didn’t mind me touching her boobs but she didn’t let me touch her pussy. Every time I went to put my hand between her legs, she would move it away. She said just didn’t want me to touch her there, yet.

We kept kissing for what felt like a couple of hours and she was really getting horny and I was too. She put her hands under my shirt at the top of pants, and when her hand touched my a skin, I felt tingles shoot up my back. Then she slid her hands down my pants and touched my hard dick. More tingles shot up my back. Being touched for the first time felt sent my nerve endings into a hightened state. We kept kissing and she kept stroking my dick and said ‘I want to suck your cock.’ Let me tell you that is the sexiest thing to hear. It’s like all my fantasies are coming true. I asked her ‘where can we do it?’ Then she lead me back to her car.

Our cars weren’t parked in a particularly secluded place but we can see pedestrians approaching. She got me to sit in the driver’s seat and her in the passenger seat. She undid my jeans and I pulled them down and she reached and took my dick out. Those tingling feelings came rushing back and I couldn’t believe it was happening. She looked at me and I was in a daze at this point. I had the world was blocked out and I was so in the moment. Every story I’ve read written by males say their dicks are 8 or 9 inches long, but mine is dragos escort 5 or 5.5 inches. Despite me worrying that she might think my dick was too small, she seemed to be happy and didn’t have any negative reaction to it. She took my dick in her mouth and sucked me up and down. It was the first time I felt lips around my dick was truly mind boggling. She took my almost my whole dick in mouth and started going up and getting my dick so wet. It was better than I ever imagined and my mind started to really focus on these new feelings. Her tongue would twirl around my head every now and then. At the same time though, it was like

I didn’t know how to cum with her mouth. You know to make yourself cum but this being a totally new experience, her rhythm was different, the feeling was different and I didn’t feel I needed to cum. She must’ve sucked me for 20 minutes, then she started sliding all the way up my dick so her lips would slide up the head and down again with some wet friction. Then I finally felt it building up. I told her I was about to cum and she stoped sucking and used her hand on me. My hard dick was wet and the hardest it’s ever been. I came pretty hard but not the hardest I’d ever cum, because of the unfamiliarity of the feeling, but it was still awesome. She was moaning and stroking my dick as I shot my load and it dribbled down her hand and my cock. She looked at me then at my cock and said ‘I want to lick the cum off your dick.’ So she went back down and licked all the cum off my dick. It was mind boggling how sexy it was.

We chatted a little longer and we went for a short drive. We promised we’d meet up again cause she had a great time and I got my dick sucked for the first time in my life. So I was in.

On the drive home, it was hard to process what happened that night. I replayed the whole night over and over in my mind for the next few days. I did work out I liked getting my dick sucked.

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“Hey, do you have a light? I seem to have misplaced my matches,” said the attractive modestly dressed girl. We were both in the paddock area at the Sebring, Florida 12-hour sports race, now in its 10th hour. Corvettes, Ferraris, MGs and others were still circulating in the dark, kozyatağı escort the leaders already having driven more than eight hundred miles since the 10am start.

I got out my Zippo and lit her L in fact, it was pretty erenköy escort exciting! I wanted to make sure I could do it right for Jim. He’ll probably want me to swallow the cum and I just might for him. Thank you for the harem escort lesson!”

I gave her a hand up and we both realized we needed to get to the start-finish for the end of the race. I held her hand as we retraced our path back to the paddock in time to see the Gendebien/Hill Ferrari scream by to win. I asked for her name and phone number before we parted, but she said that we should just keep the memories.

We went our separate ways. I felt a little used but was still buzzing from the experience. I suspect that Jim would be thrilled with her new skills and that they would soon be happily married.

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As we came into town, we passed the Sonic Drive-in. Rita looked out the side window and said, “Can we eat there, instead of having pizza. A hamburger sounds better to me and we can eat in the truck.”

I turned down the next side street and made the block coming back to the drive-in. I parked toward the back of the place and in an area where there were no other cars. I placed our order over the speaker and then relaxed.

Rita sat as she had been, with her back against the truck door and her feet up on the seat. As I looked at her, a slow grin came to her face and she slowly pulled the hem of the tee shirt up along her shins. When it was about half way to her knees, she moved her knees apart. Her sex was once again peeking at me, but this time, with me not having to watch the road, I had a clear view and a chance to really look at her. I gave her a leering grin, which made her giggle.

She slowly moved her feet father apart as she said softly, “This is fun and very exciting.”

“Yes it is,” I said, also in a soft voice. “Just remember that you can’t do this with just anyone. Make it something special and make sure who you do it to or for, is just as special.”

Her grin changed to a smile and she nodded. “I understand completely Uncle Rick. I really am a good girl and I may act a little boy crazy at times, but I’m in no hurry to get anywhere near serious. I’m very curious about sex and all that goes with it, but I won’t die if I don’t find out right away. Well, at least I don’t think I will anyway.”

I smiled at her and said, “Good for you, I knew you had good sense under there somewhere.” I glanced at the rearview mirror and grinned before I said, “Now, get decent, here comes our food.”

Rita’s head flashed around to the back window and she said, “Oh shit,” as she quickly lowered her legs and pulled the shirt over her knees. “That’s my girlfriend; I forgot she was going to work here but I thought it was next week, after school was out.”

I chuckled and said, “Well, so much for her hot date tonight.”

Rita laughed and said, “Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that. Boy, I bet she’s pissed. I think tonight was supposed to be her big night. Her and her boyfriend have been talking about marriage for the last couple of months, right after school is out, if you believe him. I don’t but I can’t tell her anything.”

A cute little blonde’s head appeared at my window and she told me how much the order was as she hung a tray on the window. I handed her a ten and a couple of extra ones and told her to keep the change. She said, “Thanks.” And then turned away, headed back to the main building.

Rita watched her through the back glass. “I guess she didn’t see me,” she said after a moment, a little sound of disappointment in her voice.

“She doesn’t know my truck, so why would you expect her to be looking for you,” I said as I handed her, her hamburger.

Rita giggled and said, “Oh yeah.” As I pulled out the cup holder and placed her coke there. “I was at least hoping that being here with you would make her curious or maybe even a little jealous. She has this big fantasy about an older man that is worse than mine.”

She took a bite of her hamburger and quietly chewed for a while. Before the next bite she said, “I wonder what she would think, if she knew I was naked under this tee shirt and that I had just been flashing my pussy at you before she got here.”

I decided that the question really didn’t need an answer that she was just talking to herself and teasing me with it. We ate in silence for a while and then she said, “That look on my face and mom’s were pretty close to the same, intensity wise that is.” I thought about where her line of reasoning was going and stayed silent.

I had finished my hamburger and she still had a bite or two left, when she asked abruptly, “What do you think of my girlfriend?”

“She’s a nice looking girl.” I replied, glad that she had changed the line of her thinking.

“If she were willing, would you go down on her, you know, have oral sex with her?” She asked.

“What!” I said sharply and then I busted out laughing.

She looked at me funny for a moment as I continued to laugh. When she frowned, I waved at her and tried to control myself. After a moment, I asked, “You’re kidding right? What would a cute young girl like her or you for that matter, see in an old man like me? I might be alright to flirt with or to tease but sex of any type is out of the question. First of all, both of you are way too young and well, I’m way too old.”

Rita’s frown slowly changed to a smile as she took the last bite of her Hamburger. She took a slow sip of her drink and then rolled up the trash and put it into the bag the burgers had come in. Sliding across the seat until she was right next to me, her smile became a grin, and then she leaned across, between me and the steering wheel, to place the bag on the tray at the window. As she straightened up, she kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips kadıköy escort very softly.

“You’re not old, Uncle Rick. You’re a very good looking older guy, kind, gentle, and knowing. Sexy too. Just the things you know are enough to get me antsy and squirmy. I probably can’t imagine all the neat and sensuous things you could do to me and I have a pretty active imagination.”

I shook my head but I chuckled and said, “I’ve never been buttered up with a shovel before.”

Rita laughed and kissed me on the cheek as she cuddled up against my side. After a moment of me hugging her gently, she sighed and said, “Seriously, Uncle Rick. I am going to learn somewhere, from someone; I just hope he’s all the things that you are. Kind, gentle, knowledgeable enough to carry it off without hurting me, mentally or physically.”

I was wondering what I was going to say to that, when the blonde headed girl appeared at the window again to get the tray. I hadn’t seen her approaching.

“Hey, Mary,” I heard Rita say.

Mary started for a second and then moved forward more, to look around me. Seeing Rita, her eyes got big and then they flicked back to me for a second. I could see all sorts of things running around wild behind her eyes.

Her eyes jumped back to Rita and she said, “Hey, Rita.”

“You know my Uncle Rick, don’t you?” Rita asked her.

Mary looked at me for a second and then recognition set in. “Oh, yeah, hey, Uncle Rick. How have you been?”

“Fine Mary, it’s been a long time since I last saw you. Are you graduating this year too?” I asked making conversation to get her mind off of Rita snuggled up to me and my arm around her.

“I sure am. Then I’m getting married and getting out of this one horse town. I want to see what the big city has to offer me,” she answered with a big grin.

“Isn’t being married, going to cramp your style and limit what you can do? Then what happens if you get pregnant and he decides he doesn’t want to be married anymore? It happens a lot that way, you know.” I asked.

She looked at me for a moment and then glanced at Rita. “Hey, don’t look at me,” Rita said. “All I told him was that you were planning a big date for tonight and that you were probably going to sleep with your boyfriend. That you two had been talking marriage for a couple of months now. You know I don’t like the guy. You can do better.”

Mary frowned and looked back at me. I shrugged and said, “I’m sorry, I should have kept my opinions to myself. I don’t know you or him, so….” I let the sentence trail off.

She took a deep breath and let it out slow. She looked at Rita and shrugged. “Your Uncle is probably right. I’ve had a lot of time to think tonight.” She paused and looked back at the office. “Look, can I come by so we can talk tomorrow?” She asked Rita.

“Sure girlfriend, anytime, anyplace, you know that.” Rita replied and leaned across me again to squeeze her friend’s hand.

Mary’s eyes ran over the front of Rita’s tee shirt for a second and then she glanced up at me with a grin. Looking back at Rita she asked, “Didn’t you forget something? Like maybe your bra?”

Rita giggled and nodded, “My panties to, I’m naked under this tee shirt.” Mary’s eyes got very big and her mouth opened slightly. “You keep your mouth shut, you hear. You go blabbing, and me and Uncle Rick are dead. You know my mom.”

Mary glanced up at me and then back at Rita, as a big grin spread over her face. “You go girlfriend, I want to hear all about it tomorrow.”

“I’ll show you the pictures,” Rita said and laughed. Mary’s eyes got big again and her mouth dropped completely open this time. “Ok, you get back to work and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“But, but…” Mary muttered and then she looked toward the office and whispered, “Oh, shit.” Then she grabbed up the tray and head that way.

I looked over at Rita with a frown, but I didn’t say anything. She looked up at me and smiled. “It’ll be alright, you’ll see, Uncle Rick. I think we did a good thing for Mary tonight. I think your questions mirrored her own too close and made her see some things she need to see.”

“I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you telling her you were here with me nude. Damn girl, you’ll get us killed yet.”

Rita laughed and then hugged me as she said, “Mary will keep her mouth shut, I know too much about her and she’d end up dead too. Like, she’s the one that streaked the boy’s gym class last year on roller skates. She had on a mask and the skates, and that’s all. She can’t talk; I’m the only one who knows about that. I helped her hide afterwards, until she got dressed and rid of the skates.”

I chuckled as the vision of that floated behind my eyes. I started the truck and slowly backed up. Rita was still cuddled up to me, so I went out the back way. I stayed on the back streets until I came to a small county road going north.

*****

There was about another hour or so kartal escort of daylight left as we left town behind us. Rita wiggled around and pulled the tee shirt up around her waist and raised her feet up onto the seat to curl them up next to her bare butt. Suddenly, she leaned forward to turn on the radio. My arm had been around her shoulders, just as suddenly, I found my hand on her firm, warm, bare ass.

I quickly moved it, but she turned and grinned at me. “You can leave it there if you want to,” she whispered. “It felt wonderful.”

I put my arm up on the top of the seat and grinned back at her. “Yeah, it felt wonderful all right. A little too wonderful and it was an accident. We’ll leave it at that and my arm where it is now,” I said with a smile.

She smiled and turned back to the radio. “I hope there are a few more accidents. The thought that there might be, has me all tingly in a certain spot,” she whispered. I didn’t tell her about the throbbing hard-on in my shorts, hidden by my tee shirt. I didn’t dare.

She found a station she liked and I turned off onto a small dirt road, running out through the woods. I had worked in this area for five years and I knew the back roads very well. Rita looked around and then grinned as she slipped the tee shirt off over her head. She laid it on the seat next to her and then stretched her hands over her head, pressing her palms against the roof of the truck. Her breasts would move ever so much as she rolled her shoulders, her nipples getting harder and harder as she displayed herself for me and anyone else that might accidentally see her.

My hand moved almost of its own accord, ending up on her back at her shoulder blades, and slowly ran downward along the center of her spine. She gasped softly and arched her back farther and farther as the hand went lower. I paused at her tailbone and then started the return caress back to her shoulder blades. As I held my hand still, she whimpered and lowered her hands to her breasts, softly caressing each one, before she pinched and rolled her nipples. This brought a soft moan to her throat. I returned my hand to the seat back.

She pulled on her nipples for a second and then sighed as she released them. She sat there on the edge of the seat and looked straight ahead for a moment before she turned her head and smiled at me.

“Now, who’s teasing who?” She asked as a little shiver ran throughout her body.

I smiled back and winked at her. “Tease? Who me? I’d never do anything like that,” I said as I drove along slowly.

She giggled, looked back forward, and said, “Yeah right, I forgot, you’re an old man that no girl could possible want to have anything to do with.”

My hand moved to the seat and two fingers just barely brushed her skin as they climbed her spine from her ass to her neck. She gasped again and arched her back. My hand moved over and slowly caressed her side from just under her arm to her hip. She shivered and took a quivering ragged breath.

“Are you about to come?” I asked in a soft voice.

She nodded quickly, so I returned my hand to the seat back. She sat there with that slight shiver for a few seconds and then she took a deep breath and let it out raggedly. A moment later, she sighed and leaned back against the seat.

“Under control again?” I asked in the same soft voice.

She nodded slightly and then grinned. “Mostly,” she whispered.

I chuckled and caressed her hair softly. “Okay little one, I’ll let you relax and enjoy your nude ride.”

We rode a while and then she asked, “If your touching my back and side turned me on so much, I wonder what would happen if you…. You know, touched me other places.”

I chuckled and replied, “You would come suddenly and sharply, and that would be it. A sudden release and nothing more. The excitement would die slowly after that, most likely. This way, you build up and then coast down, to build up again. Kind of like a roller coaster. Remember last night when you were keeping yourself from coming by sheer will. Remember the intensity of that first touch when we got home?”

She nodded and then gasped lightly. “Oh, yes.”

I grinned at her and she grinned back.

*****

I came to a crossroads and took a left, and then turned right through an old gate into a narrow track going out through the woods. Rita took a couple of sharp breaths as we hit a hole and kept on going for another twenty yards. There was an opening in the trees to the left and I pulled into it, stopped, and turned the truck off.

Rita sat up on the edge of the seat and looked around. “Where are we?” She asked.

“We are in the National Forest about a half mile from the lake. Do you still want me to take some more pictures of you?” When she grinned and nodded, I said, “We can take a walk down toward the lake and I can take pictures as we go. You might even get the chance to go skinny dipping.”

She grinned and moved maltepe escort over to kiss my lips gently. “Will you get naked with me, please?” She asked softly.

“We’ll see,” I said in the same kind of soft voice.

She grinned as she slid across the seat to open the door and get out. “I’ll take that as a maybe.” she said with a giggle.

I got my camera and a large beach towel from behind the seat. Thinking about her maybe comment, I took off my tennis shoes and tee shirt. I emptied my pockets, except for the truck keys. These I hid behind the left front wheel of the truck.

With Rita’s tee shirt and the towel under my arm, I locked the truck and came around to her side. When she saw me, she grinned and winked. “I got part of my maybe.”

I grinned and winked back at her. “Be very careful what you wish for, you might just get it. Then you’d have an ugly, naked old man on your hands, so to speak. I don’t think you’d ever get over the mental shock of that.”

She grinned and cocked her head to one side. “I saw you in your Speedo, remember. We were down on the river for a float trip, a couple of years ago. You looked pretty good to me; you’re in as good a shape as my dad or step dad. Better in some ways and they are far younger than you.”

“I remember that trip but you sure didn’t look like you do now. You were a skinny little girl for the most part, with a little baby fat, here and there,” I said with a big grin.

She moved away from me, out into the bright sunlight and then took up a pose, with her hand behind her head, her body slightly angled to the side. I snapped her picture. Then she turned around and placed one hand on her hip and looked back at me over her shoulder. I took the picture as the thought that she really did have an outstanding butt, just like her mom, crossed my mind.

“I’m not sure which makes me drool more, your boobs or your butt,” I said with a laugh.

She giggled and bent more at the waist, sticking her ass out prominently. I whistled and took a picture. She grinned and bent even more, placing her hands on one ankle, just above her foot. I moved a little closer and knelt down to take this shot. When I finished I stood up and blew out a big breath.

“That’s enough, you’re killing an old man.” She giggled and stood up. “Come on,” I said, “Let’s take a walk before I get into trouble.”

She laughed as she followed me down a trail into the woods. “What makes you think you’ll be any safer in here?” She asked.

I looked at her and frowned, which made her laugh again. “Ok, I’ll behave. As much as I can anyway.”

“For some reason that’s not real reassuring,” I said with a grin.

We walked a couple hundred yards and then the woods opened up to large widely spaced oak trees, with long sweeping limbs. Most of the lower limbs came all the way down to the ground. As we passed one, Rita looked over at me with a grin and then ran over to climb up on it. I dropped the towel and her shirt as I scrambled to get pictures. I took a couple more as she walked up along the wide branch.

When she was about ten feet off the ground, she paused and stood on one foot with her arms spread and her other leg as far out to the side as it would go. Then she bent at the waist and brought the raised leg back to stick straight out behind her. I took several pictures as she went through a series of dance and gymnastic poses. I marveled at the limberness and flexibility of her beautiful young body. My mind laughed at the thought that at one time I was that way.

She ran out of poses and walked on to the trunk of the tree. She stepped into the wide fork, squatted down, and looked down at me. “Come on up,” she said with a wide grin.

I shook my head and then took her picture before I replied, “No way. My tree climbing days are over. Anyway, if I did, who would be down here to catch you if you fell out of there?”

She laughed and said, “I ain’t going to fall, I love climbing trees.” She giggled and added, “It’s even more fun naked, especially with you down there, watching me and taking pictures.”

She dropped one of her hands between her spread thighs and rubbed lightly at her slit, which made her shiver. “I better not do that or I will fall out of this tree.”

She looked at her fingertips and then rubbed them together for a second. She bent farther forward and looked down between her thighs and giggled. “I’m so wet that I’m dripping.”

Unconsciously, I licked my lips, which made her giggle again.

Suddenly she stood up and quickly walked back down the limb toward me. As she got about even with my shoulders, she turned and squatted down again. Spreading her knees wide apart, she said, “Get a picture of this close up so I can see just how wet I am.”

I took a picture from where I was and then moved closer and took another. She was wet alright. I could see the glistening and shine on her inner thighs and the area around her sex had little drops of moisture clinging to the sparse hair there. I licked my lips again, not even realizing that I did it.

Rita giggled and asked, “Want a taste?” She dropped her hand back to her sex and touched a finger to her opening, slipping it inside to the first knuckle. I took a picture as she made a soft grunting groan. When she removed the finger, it was slick and shiny.

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Note from Lady: This story tops out over 21K words. I tried and tried to keep it to 15K but was just rushing it and not enough detail. I hope you like Thorin and Margaret’s story and the drama this part brings to the table. More to come. ~Lady xoxoxo

Thorin

We were nearing the end of the second week that Margaret had been with me in the San Francisco Bay area and it was like she always belonged here. I never got tired of her quiet and calming presence in my company or in my home. We had talked and she was going to stay one more week and then return home to prepare for Baccalaureate and Graduation ceremonies. We had not talked about the future after that.

I had not pitched Margaret the final contract for her SaaS product. I was playing with some thoughts about what I wanted in life and with her and how to use this situation to get Margaret to move here with me but I needed to think about it more. It was truly a special product with sales funnels, built-in customer relationship management, framework for courses, stores, and websites. After talking it out, she wanted to do a much cheaper add-on license for additional domain names instead of requiring the customer to purchase a separate subscription for each domain. Margaret’s vision was to truly create a product for the middle class that was affordable for start-ups. She had no interest in marketing to the Fortune 500. She was focused on smaller companies and making a difference. She was content with whatever money was there to be made while keeping the costs for her product as low as possible.

I remember that kind of drive when I was younger and when I was much more hungry. My drive was to make that money though. Now, I wanted my balance. I wanted to build a family. No one knew that side of me because I had never taken out those desires into the light of day and looked at them closely myself, and I certainly hadn’t shown those desires to anyone else. In light of my new examination of my changing priorities in life, I had not decided yet what my next move was.

It was Thursday and I had taken Friday off. We were picking up Jack from the airport tonight and having a relaxing dinner and to talk about his health and wellness business. Tomorrow night I would take them both to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. I was the Keynote speaker and it would give Jack the opportunity to rub elbows with the entrepreneurial elite of San Jose. I was completely prepared to speak, dance a couple dances with Margaret, and get out of Dodge if she was uncomfortable or overwhelmed. I didn’t care anyway. I only wanted to be there if she was on my arm. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t wait to show her off.

The paparazzi had gotten some shots of Margaret at Declan Industries and us out together holding hands on a walk, getting ice cream cones, and a shot of me in the parking lot of a movie theater with her bent back against the passenger door of my Tesla and I was kissing her neck. I laughed to myself. I remember not so long ago that I would have been enraged for the paparazzi to publish a photo of me like that with a woman. Not that I would have ever been caught out like that with a different woman. I hadn’t taken a woman to the movies since I was 30. With Margaret…it was funny and I was proud to be seen with her. Headlines like “Declan’s Bachelor CEO Off the Market?!” and “Young Philly Genius Ending Thorin Blackhill’s Days as a Playboy?” were all over the society pages.

What was even more hilarious was that Margaret never even noticed paparazzi around and seemed wholly uninterested with the articles and photos. I showed her the headlines and photos on my phone but she just rolled her eyes and laughed it off. Her mother was a Philly socialite and she was used to the paparazzi. I find it super weird that it doesn’t seem to bother her and that she is uninterested what they say. She simply doesn’t care. It was weird…but also refreshing. I had never dated a woman that wasn’t obsessed with the society pages.

After blankly staring at the computer screen trying to look at metrics from the first half the week and seeing nothing for 30 minutes…I sent my operations analyst a note to prepare a 2 page overview and email it to me to read later. I would read it on my phone in bed after Margaret was asleep, then I could read it while she was beside me. I sighed. I had it bad. I simply cared about nothing besides spending time with Margaret. Calling my limo around to the front, I hopped in and loosened my tie and told my driver to hightail it home.

Leaning my head back against the plush leather, I closed my eyes and day dreamed about how I had fucked Margaret in the back of this limo last week with her tiny pussy clenching around my cock and me squeezing those perky, tanned tits together and licking and sucking her rosebud nipples while I drove my hard rod up into her like a madman.

Reaching down into my suit pants, I rearranged my dick to a more comfortable position and continued with my salacious memories on the ride home. I never even bothered çekmeköy escort to pull my iPad from my briefcase…screw my 400+ unread emails.

I’d worry about that shit next week.

~~~~~~~~~~

Margaret

I didn’t want to go back to Philly. San Francisco Bay was beautiful, it was warm, the technology focus was refreshing, and Thorin’s place felt like home. It was unusual for me to feel comfortable somewhere new to say the least. My autism was very high functioning but sometimes I really needed solitude because my creativity was born when I was alone. My brain didn’t work to full capacity without the isolation needed to think things through, especially if I was feeling overwhelmed. I don’t know if it was because Thorin was here, or because I had finally found where I fit, but I didn’t feel like an awkward guest here.

My biggest worry was Thorin showing me off around Declan Industries and being labeled the 21 year old that the CEO was sleeping with…but no one treated me that way. The day of the big hack when I met everyone, they started to respect me. Employees knew Thorin had called me to help mitigate the damage and serve their customers. I had been asked by HR a couple of days later to help hire. I had reviewed resumes and been present for interviews and provided feedback. They also asked me to propose an ISD division restructuring plan. Now, I was a paid consultant on Declan’s payroll, approved by the board and everything. That was a huge feather in my cap for my resume.

When I was visiting Thorin’s office, the guys would come down from the crow’s nest and ask me to look at a piece of code or help them understand a compliance regulation. In many ways, I was thankful for the opportunity to be of some service, because now they trusted me and I cared about them too. Funny how a crisis brought what could have been a really awkward time for me into a blessing. I wasn’t bored and I was glad to be contributing.

I was super excited about Jack coming tonight. Jack was pretty skeptical of Thorin and I’s relationship. He didn’t trust Thorin for a second but he wanted to hear him out and see what he had to say about his health and wellness business. Jack was also excited about California and going to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. Thorin’s connection could open a lot of doors for Jack even if he was upset that Thorin had stolen his baby sister’s innocence and taken her away from Philly and the Mitchell empire. Jack was a mite dramatic. I laughed to myself. He got that from mom.

I was in Thorin’s giant, marble tub waiting for him to get home. We would grab Jack first from the airport and then go eat. I had all kinds of bubbles and bath oil in there and was sunk up to my neck with my hair tied on top of my head. It felt amazing. Thorin wouldn’t get home for an hour and a half so I had plenty of time to soak and dress.

My mind wandered as I laid back in the tub and looked out over the partial view of the Bay. It was late afternoon and it was busy outside but I was relaxed and happy. Picking over my thoughts about the last couple weeks, I took things out of the vault that is my brain and looked them over, made my decisions about how I felt about those things, and carefully placed them back into the vault to look at again another time if needed.

As it often did in the past 2 weeks since I had met him, my thoughts turned to Thorin and our relationship. I grabbed up my bottle of exfoliating scrub and went to town on my legs and feet while I thought about him. We had been inseparable since the moment we met. It was never weird or awkward and our comfort level was like we had been dating for years. He seemed to genuinely love me and I knew I was in love with him. I hadn’t wanted to admit it at first but it had happened fast and was very nearly love at first sight.

I was a logical thinker to the point of killing romance and love thoughts. It was probably one of the reasons I never had a date until meeting Thorin. Jack and Adam literally teased me about my lack of romantic thoughts, they shared some laughs at my expense and I had always just thought they were idiots.

Thorin was romantic enough for the both of us. He was also a highly logical thinker but he had those dreamer qualities that I didn’t have. In my mind, things always were just what they were, very black and white and I picked up patterns quickly. Thorin saw everything through a lens of potential. He could see what something could be and he could create a vision to get there. It was something I loved about him and it was imagination that I lacked.

Thorin saw me, wanted me, and he made decisions to get me. I was under no assumptions that I had done anything to make our relationship happen…I would have smiled politely at the conference and bid him a good day and that would have been the end. But Thorin pursued me…it was thrilling and the best experience of my life. Whatever made him interested in me that day, I was grateful for it.

I içerenköy escort wonder why he hasn’t presented me with a formal contract yet on investing in my SaaS product. We had built the plan out on it. The marketing program, pricing, and how to administer the team. Thorin was transparent and open so I knew he hadn’t changed his mind. I think he operates like an internet browser that has 150 tabs open all at once. His brain is a high-powered processor that interprets data at super-speeds so he can make the fast, intelligent decisions required in a famous, Silicon Valley CEO.

I also think he is considering our relationship and future and how the business partnership is going to affect that. I am willing to move forward in good faith without a contract and I trust Thorin to act in my best interest even if we aren’t together. Neither of us defined our roles in the new company and I think it is because we are seeing how we do together until it is time for me to fly back to Philly. We will see then, once I am back in Philly and we have a few days apart to look at things and go from there.

The sexual tension between us hadn’t lessened and we are highly compatible physically. Thorin is amazing in bed. I knew I had nothing to compare it to but it was mind blowing and all-consuming and I knew it was special. It had been tough to tone it down for a couple of days after we first started sleeping together and I was raw and bleeding. Thorin was creative and gentle while we got through those initial days of soreness after becoming sexually active and it was still amazing.

I ran my hands down my body from my breasts to my thighs and back up, wishing Thorin was here to touch me. He had overslept and had to rush out the door this morning instead of waking me up with his hot, demanding mouth on my breasts or his fingers sliding between my thighs. He never failed to show me how much he desired me and I had gotten used to his touch on my body every morning.

Lightly, I massaged my hands over my wet breasts in the bathtub. Ever so gently to brush my nipples with the insides of my hands and fingers, it fanned the wanting and I was frustrated. I trailed one hand down my wet, tanned stomach in the bubbles of the tub to my slick womanhood and dipped my fingers between my lips to massage a soft circle over my nub of pleasure. I thought of Thorin’s tongue on my sensitive flesh as I stroked myself gently.

Sighing, I brought my hands up to cup and squeeze both my breasts. Then I flopped my hands back into the bubbles and huffed. It wasn’t the same as Thorin’s touch. Grumpily, I picked up my pink wash cloth and threw it at the other end of the tub and watched as it hit the marble splashguard and exploded suds everywhere, and slid back into the water. Then, a voice startled me to attention.

“What could the washrag have possibly have done to incite your rage?” Thorin drawled from the doorway.

I looked up and he was leaning with one shoulder against the frame in his suit and his arms crossed over his chest, grinning. I smiled back at him.

“It wasn’t a replacement for your hands on me. That’s what it did.” I smirked at him as desire lit up his eyes and he pushed off the frame with his shoulder and disappeared from the bathroom.

Thorin came back a moment later without a stitch of clothes on, holding a small, black object in his hand and a small bottle. I didn’t ask what he planned to do with it. I trusted him. Thorin always made sure the sex was good for me and for himself and I was learning along the way.

Thorin stepped into the tub facing me and sat down in the other end of the tub. The water level rose in the tub but not to “make a mess” levels. He slid forward and grabbed my hands and pulled me forward so I was laying against his chest in his lap. Nuzzling close, he covered my lips in a heavy kiss and I felt his cock jump against me with that first passionate kiss and I moaned softly. I didn’t know what witchcraft brought him home early, but I was incredibly grateful for it.

Looking down into my face, Thorin said, “I missed you this morning. I’m sorry I woke up late.”

“I missed you too.” I slid my hand up to cup his jaw and I pulled him down for another kiss. I slid the tip of my tongue into his mouth to stroke his and he growled and hugged me tighter to his chest and his cock hardened to stone against my hip.

Breaking the kiss and resting my face against his shoulder, I said, “what brought you home early?” as I lazily scrubbed a handful of bubbles over his chest hair.

Thorin tipped his head back against the tub as I rubbed over his chest and said, “you did, baby. I just wanted to be with you.”

I smiled widely. I could hear the honesty in his voice. He looked back at me and pulled me up to straddle his lap in the tub and his cock was under me, rising up against my butt crack. My body was slick and oily from the bubbles and the bath oil and my skin slipped against his and he groaned as his cock slid dragos escort up and down my butt crack as he got me in the position he wanted me.

After he had me situated over his legs, straddling his lap, he reached out and ran his hands roughly over my slick and oily breasts. I moaned and leaned toward him because it always felt so good to have Thorin’s hands on me. They were large and heavy and his fingers were calloused. He rubbed those calloused hands over my breasts and his touch ran in an exciting current from my breasts to my aching nub of pleasure and my tiny slit that was begging for attention. I arched my back to press myself into his hands to get him to intensify the sensations and I squeeze my fingernails into his shoulders as I throw my head back.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thorin

I watch her throw her head back as she digs her nails into my shoulders while my practiced hands work magic on her slick skin. I smile wolfishly and take it in, thrilled that she is so wanton for me. I glory in it.

I pull her to me and suck one nipple into my mouth and suckle it. I bite the tip and then soothe where I nipped it. Repeating with the other one and back and forth until she’s moaning and her slit is dripping for me. My cock is so hard it hurts. I need to shove it in her so badly and soothe myself by thrusting in and out of her to ease the ache but I hold myself back.

I brought a little bottle of silicone lube into the bathroom and a beginner butt plug. It was a luxury sex toy with a soft feel and it vibrated while it was inserted. It was thin at the bottom and grew to a thicker size before dropping off to a very slender neck where there was a stopper that rested right against the taint area and a small circle for a handle.

I had not introduced her to any butt play yet, but the tub was the perfect place. After a couple of days in San Francisco Bay, I had put in a small order of new sex toys for some fun so I grabbed this little guy from my nightstand on my way into the bathroom.

I press the dispenser on the silicone lube and squirt a little onto my fingers. I spread my thighs underneath her so I can spread her thighs and with one hand I reach between us and gently prob her slit with my finger and slide my thumb over her clit and thrust into her a couple of times. She moaned and moves her hips to ease some of the sensations in her, but instead of starting that building rhythm, I am gentle with my strokes and take my other hand that I lubed up and massage over her backdoor.

She drew in a breath suddenly and tensed up when she felt my fingers there, pressing gently and swirling slowly around her puckered opening. I didn’t try to press in. I simply used gentle massaging pressure with the lube on my fingers to rub around her tense opening and up and down across it.

I clamped my lips over hers in an insistent kiss while I massage her behind. After a few moments, I begin gently stroking in her pussy with my other hand and massaging my thumb over her clit and she moaned into my mouth.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and met my eyes. I looked at her steadily and I never stopped massaging her butt or her pussy while I looked into her eyes. Margaret was panting and looked a little panicked even though she was submitting to my touch. She looked worried.

“Thorin…” she whispered, “what are you doing?”

I continued to look at her steadily and I kept touching her. “I am pleasing you, baby,” I said softly back to her, “trust me.”

I leaned in and took her lips in another heavy but insistent kiss. I took a second to get another squirt of lube onto my fingers and I returned to her tight and untouched backdoor to continue massaging around it until she began to relax and her hips returned to moving along with my thrusting into her pussy.

I pulled my fingers from her womanhood and gripped her hip and took her breast in my mouth as I stopped the massage around her opening and I started to gently but insistently press the tip of my finger into Margaret’s butt. She was breathing heavily but not in pain and she was pressing back against my finger at this point, liking what I was doing.

My fingertip pressed past the ring of muscle trying to keep me out and my finger slid into Margaret’s butt. I groaned with the way it felt. I imagined that finger was my thick cock inside her ass and I almost came. My balls hurt because I was so turned on. I began moving my finger in and out of Margaret’s ass slowly. She was moaning softly and her eye’s were glazed over and she was thrusting herself in tiny little bounces on my finger.

This woman was going to do me in. It was all I could do not to pull my finger out and replace it with my dick in her ass and thrust until I was grunting and jerking and filling her ass with my cum until it leaked out. I took a deep breath and calmed myself and I slid my tongue in her mouth as I pulled my finger out of her and washed my hand in the bathwater with a pump of body wash from the dispenser on the edge of the tub.

I broke the kiss with her and picked up the butt plug and I squirted two pumps of the silicone lube onto it and slicked it up. Watching her face as her eyes never left me, I positioned the plug at her puckered opening and I began to press in. She momentarily tightened and I reached out and began massaging her nipples and said, “relax baby, relax,”

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-Her POV- Best Friend x Best Friend

Both parties are above the age of 18.

I danced around my room to the music we had blasting. No one was home so we were able to play it as loud as we wanted. I shook my hips to the beat as Axel laid back on my bed bopping his head along. I wished he danced with me like he used to when we were younger.

I continued to dance while his eyes watched me. Looking at him I asked, “Why don’t you come dance with me?”

He immediately shook his head, “I’m not really in a dancing mood.”

“Oh? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.”

I gave him a look, “Clearly something is wrong.”

He looked up at the ceiling, “I just have a boner is all. It’s not a big deal, it just happens sometimes.”

I vaguely knew what he was talking about. I recently learned in Sex-Ed that men’s penises get hard when something turns them on.

I responded with an innocent curiosity, “Did something turn you on?”

He let out a groan and muttered, “Sorta.”

“Oh? What?”

He reluctantly answered my question, “Your dancing.”

I stopped and looked at him, not knowing what to say.

“It’s really not a big deal, let’s just move on.”

“But you can’t dance because of it. Are you in pain?”

His husky voice pushed out, “Yes.”

“Can I help? I don’t want you in pain.”

He looked me in the eyes, “You want to help me with my boner, Juliet?”

I nodded my head, “If that would make your pain go away.”

We stared at each other in silence for a moment and I wondered what I was agreeing to. I suppose I didn’t actually know how you took care of this problem, but it was too late to back out now.

“Do you know what to do?”

I looked at his through my lashes, “Um, no. But you can tell me.”

He let out a deep breath, “Take your top and bra off.”

I looked at him, shocked, but did as he said. My breasts quickly hit the air and my nipples pebbled. He looked pained as he stared at my chest.

“I’m going to get undressed, kadıköy escort Juliet. Okay?”

I nodded and watched him quickly remove all his clothing. He laid back on the bed and stroked his dick. It was huge, protruding from his body. I didn’t realize they were so massive. His dick look strained, the head a red color and leaking.

He huskily whispered, “Do you like my cock, baby?”

I swallowed nervously and gave a small nod of my head. There was a feeling starting in between my legs.

“Remove your skirt, baby. Let me see those precious panties.”

I pulled my skirt down my legs and stood back in just my pale pink panties. There were my favorite ones, they had these small pink flowers decorating them and a bow at the hem.

Axel was squeezing his cock in a way that looked borderline painful. His poor lips were being abused by his teeth. Did I really make him feel like this?

“Touch yourself how you like it, honey.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you not touch yourself, baby?”

“I-I guess not. I don’t really know what you mean.”

He nodded to himself and said, “Come here, I’ll show you.”

I walked over to him and stopped when my legs almost hit the edge of the bed. His hand reached out to my stomach and his rough fingers grazed me. He began dragging his fingers down further until he reached the delicate spot in between my legs. He started rubbing on my nub and it felt surprisingly good. Like good, good.

“That’s your clit, honey.”

I responded with a moan and tried to push myself harder on his fingers. He chuckled and had me lay back on the bed. He pulled my panties off with efficiency. His large hands grabbed my thighs and pushed them open, staring at my wet center. My hips jerked at his appraisal.

Axel leaned his head forward and before I could even react, his tongue caressed me. Ohhh. I like that. His tongue dragged between my slit, slightly slipping in me before he brought his kartal escort attention back to my clit. His lips suctioned around me as he sucked me with his warm mouth. His tongue flicked my clit over and over, making me legs shake and clamp around his face.

I let out a scream of pleasure, begging him to never stop.

Once I was done he pulled back and licked his lips. He stared at the apex in between my thighs and went back to stroking himself.

“I want to help you now”, I whispered.

Axel laid down and said, “Take my cock in your mouth, babygirl.”

I pulled my face up close to his cock and stared at him before tentatively running my tongue on his tip. His cock jerked, begging me for more. I explored him with my tongue before grabbing him and pulling him in my mouth. I could barely fit him, but I tried my best.

I sucked on his flesh like my life depended on it. Tasting him was addicting. Maybe we could do stuff like this all the time. Before we could go on too long, he grabbed my head and pulled me off him. His cock came out of my mouth with a wet pop.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I just want to get myself in your pretty pussy before I cum.”

I responded to him, recalling Sex-Ed, “We can’t do that. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

He stroked my face, “You won’t get pregnant if I don’t cum inside you. I’ll just pull out before then.”

I whispered, “Okay”, and laid back for him. He crawled between my legs and positioned his cock between my thighs. He rubbed the tip up and down between my folds, collecting moisture.

Axel held eye contact as he started pushing himself in my entrance. He hit a barrier before pulling back and shoving through it. I let out a yelp of pain but he just cradled my face in his palms.

“Shhh, I got you, honey. You’re taking my cock so good.”

“Axel”, I whined. I don’t know what to do with myself. He just slowly pumped himself in and out of me. His cock dragged maltepe escort along my inner walls, making them clench around him. One particular thrust caused him to rub against my clit, forcing me to let out a breathy moan. Hearing the sound he continued moving his body in a way that toyed with mine. He felt so good.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him tight against me. His arms wrapped around me in response, making sure our bodies were fully flushed together. Axel maintained eye contact as we moaned together. The pure bliss on his handsome face caused me to grow even wetter. His member slapped against me with intoxicating wet sounds. I loved the sounds of his flesh hitting mine.

He hoarsely demanded, “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock.”

At his order, I spiraled. I clenched around him as tight as possible and my body writhed.

“Oh goddddd, Axellll! Yes, yes, don’t stoooop! Please!”

He shoved his face in my neck before whispering, “I can’t stop, baby. I’m going to come deep in your pretty pussy. It’s mine now.”

I let out a shocked gasp, “Axel, you said you wouldn’t. Don’t cum in me, please.”

His only response was his movements becoming frenzied. He rammed in and out of me with insanity. There was no reaching him, all logic has seemed to leave him.

He shoved himself hard into me, down to the hilt. I felt his cock jerk deep inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. It coated my insides and leaked down my thighs. His cock continued to plant his seed for a long moment before Axel dropped his body weight on mine. His cock stayed buried deep even as it softened.

I looked at the ceiling, not knowing what to even say. I asked him to not do one thing and he ignored me. What if I get pregnant now? Pregnant with Axel’s baby… The thought made my belly tingle.

He moved his head up enough to look into my eyes, “I’m so sorry, Juliet. I just wanted to cum in you so bad… I’m sorry.”

He looked so regretful. I didn’t want him to feel bad, ever.

I pulled my fingers through his hair, “It’s okay… You can cum in me for now on.”

He moaned against my throat and left sloppy kisses there. His hips started grinding against mine and I felt him begin to harden in me. I knew our friendship will never be the same again. How could it when our bodies now need each other so bad?

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*Story takes place in primarily from Thursday May 24-Tuesday May 29, 2018.

As it is just before dawn in Yellow Springs, Ohio a white Benz SUV sits parked in the drive of a ranch style house built in the ’70s, Abeni Gregory wakes up in her friend’s bed, she hears water running, and rises throws on her robe, and exits the room, she smells breakfast cooking as Jason Hamilton, her friend walks out of the bathroom, she notices the blanket that Jason folded, after sleeping on the couch.

Jason says as he gathers up his camera equipment “Good morning, how’d you sleep?”

Abeni yawning, yet excited “Too early, to tell.”

Jason says, “Why don’t take a hot shower, while I finish making breakfast.”

Abeni goes in the bathroom and starts the water running for her shower.

Abeni Gregory is medium brown, a little over 5’5′, her hair is a close crop which matches her small round face, she is 40, born in Martinique to a very prominent, and wealthy family, and has a slight Parisian accent.

As she undresses, she reveals her perfect petite breasts, her trimmed pussy, and flawless body, as she steps into the shower.

As Abeni is in the shower, she remembers when she moved to Ohio 15 years ago, where she first met Jason at a photography seminar.

Jason Hamilton is an olive skin complexation, short brown hair, 42, and was born and raised in Yellow Springs Ohio, and is a photographer, and owner of photography publication.

He was raised by his mother, and grandmother who owned a successful dairy farm, his mother remarried, and was widowed 2 years later when Jason was 12, she died when he was 20, leaving huge debts.

After her shower, she walks to the table for breakfast, as he brings out a case of bottled water, and puts it in the car, and he joins her for breakfast.

As they leave, she checks and locks her car, which is parked in front of the SUV.

Abeni yawns a little as he backs out of the driveway, he asks her “You tired?”

Abeni laughs a little and responds, “I can’t believe we’re camping and seeing my aunt.” as he puts on some vintage French jazz music from the ’40s.

Jason says, “I hope the music doesn’t make you more tired?”

Abeni laughs a little “I was born in Martinique, but lived either there, or Nice.”

Jason remarks “We should be somewhere in Kentucky by late afternoon.”

Abeni smiles “You know it’s funny you know everything about me, but I don’t anything about you.”

Jason replies softly “My life is filled with so much violence, and unhappiness.”

Abeni touches his arm “You deserve to be loved, and have some happiness, don’t you think?”

“I can’t really see why anyone would want to love me, and I’ve given up on being happy.” as he enters the freeway going toward Kentucky.

Abeni comforts him by gently rubbing his arm “Don’t you want to experience the joy of being in love?”

Jason sighs “How can I miss something, that I don’t even know what it feels like?”

Lost for words, Abeni remains silent as they continue to drive.

Abeni finally breaking the silence “Okay, I know that you were raised on a farm, your mother died, and you’re a photographer.” continues “But there has to be more, about you.”

Jason says, “My great aunt was admitted in Athens Asylum here in Ohio, while my uncle was admitted in another Asylum in Pennsylvania.”

Abeni becoming curious asks, “Why were they admitted?”

Jason says, “My grandmother went through the change of life, while my uncle had a nervous breakdown when his wife died.” he sighs with painful emotion “My family didn’t exactly know what to do, so they sort of washed their hands, and through them into the Asylums so they didn’t have to deal with it.”

Abeni says, “So what you’re saying is they didn’t belong there?”

Jason answers “No, they were just thrown away like garbage, that’s why I don’t like talking about my family, or life.” as he exits the freeway “It just brings everyone down.”

Abeni softly says, “But it helps when you talk about it with someone you trust.”

Jason says, “I guess it does, but it’s just too heavy to lay it on someone.”

Abeni asks, “You never experienced, or been in love, have you?”

Jason sighs, “I guess my work doesn’t leave any time, for that.”

Abeni says, “Thats not true, you’ve allowed that to happen.”

Jason asks, “Okay, when did you last experience love?”

Abeni laughs a little, but looks down “Back home in Martinique, some 20 years ago.”

Jason says, “So your like me, you have limited experience with relationships.

Abeni smiles, as they continue driving.

About 4 pm they reach the campground just before the Tennessee border and they begin unpacking the car.

As the tent was put up, and they finish an early dinner, she says, “You know any woman is a damn idiot if they don’t see the wonderful qualities you have.” she takes his hand and says, “When I get back home, I’m going to take you on your first date.”

Jason says, “Why would a beautiful woman like you, want with someone as dumb as I şerifali escort am?”

Abeni says, “Thats because I see the beauty within you.”

Jason asks, “But others can offer you so much more.”

Abeni says, “In the 15 years that I’ve lived in this country, you’re the only one who hasn’t judged, or only wanted a piece of ass from me, you treated me with respect, and dignity.”

Abeni changes the subject as he’s checking out his camera “You going to walk by the lake?”

Jason says, “Sure, we can keep each other company.”

Abeni says, “I’ll just take some water, and bring the tablet.”

Jason says, “We won’t be gone long, I just want to know the weather conditions there are.”

As dusk has set in, and are getting ready to walk back to the camp, she asks, “How about a night swim?

Jason says, “We don’t have any swimming suits.”

Abeni giggles, “We can skinny dip, who’s out here to see us?” Jason looks around, and hides behind some trees, as he undresses, she begins undressing herself.

As they both walk toward the lake holding hands, Abeni says, “This is really nice, you know getting to know each other better.” she takes her hand and touches his naked ass.

They swim a little, as she playfully touches his penis, and rubs his foreskin a little, as he has a shocked expression.

After playing and innocently flirting in the water, they see a lightning bolt in the horizon, so they swim to the shore.

While still naked, Abeni says, “Why don’t we take a picture?”

Jason asks rather shocked “Like this?”

Abeni laughs as she connects the digital camera to the tripod, “You are precious, I mean here we are naked, and went skinny dipping.”

The two-stand close together with their arms around each other, as the shutter on the camera opens and closes.

As the two get dressed they smell the approaching storm, and they begin walking back to the camp site, he feels that he needs to pee. “I uh have to pee.” as he faces a tree, as she sighs a little and says, “I guess I should go too, before we go to bed.”, he takes out his semi erect penis, and pulls back the foreskin, as she bends down with her pants at her ankles.

She sees the pee coming out of his cock, as she begins to pee, she gazes at his cock, as he finishes peeing, and puts his member away.

As they continue walking toward the camp he reveals, “You know the one thing I always wanted was to have a nice massage, or even a foot massage, but always felt disgusting about it.”

Abeni pauses for a moment and asks, “Do you know what Alvino philia is?”

Jason says, “It’s a Navel fetish.”

Abeni says, “Oh my God, you know what that is, I’m so embarrassed, but I got to be honest, when my bellybutton is touched, it just does something to my pussy.” she pauses and holds his hand as she continues, “Now baby there is nothing wrong with you wanting to have a foot massage, or even having a foot fetish, just like there’s nothing wrong with having a bellybutton fetish.” she tenderly kisses his cheek, and they continue walking.

At the camp site, as they climb in the tent, she takes her shirt off, revealing her small unblemished breasts, as he takes his top off.

The two pull their jeans off in the sleeping bags, she kisses him on the cheek saying “Goodnight.” and turns off the small battery lantern.

About 3am She hears Jason softly moan, or cry. Without saying a word, she slips into his sleeping bag from behind him, and puts her arm around him.

She softly whispers in his ear “It’s okay, let it out baby.” as she slowly begins to massage his penis, his moaning ceases as he seems to go to sleep.

As the morning comes, the two are packing up their gear after going for a morning swim.

“I wouldn’t mind another night, if you want more pictures.” as Abeni rolls up the sleeping bags.

Jason says “No, I can get some shots on my way back home.”

They continue packing their gear up.

An hour later the two are sitting on a hill that overlooks the picturesque setting, Jason says “There’s a song that talks about two people who are in love returning to the hill years after they first met and sat on the hill before.”

Abeni says, “You’re talking about “A lover’s concerto” by The Toys.”

Jason says, “That’s how I see us, you and me.” as he takes her hand.

The two lay on the hill in silence holding hands, as they gaze into the moving clouds.

As they finish packing up the car, she sees how pale and tired he looks, she asks as they shut the trunk of the car, “You don’t look well, would you like me to drive?”, he says nothing, but hands her the keys, as he walks to the passenger side of the car, she starts the car, and they continue driving toward Mississippi.

They get off an exit about noon, to get gas, he seems to have fallen asleep in the car, she continues to drive.

A police car drives alongside them as the officer driving says, “Do you see that, now what the hell is she driving a hundred-thousand-dollar car, kavacık escort run the plates.” as he pulls behind the SUV, and blows the siren and lights, she pulls the car over.

As she gets her information, Jason stirs, and sees the officer coming to her side of the car, he gets the other information from the glovebox.

The officer gets to the back door of the car and tells her to get out of the car.

As she gets out of the car, the other officer walks to Jason and collects his information, and asks him “Is everything okay?”

Abeni becomes anxious as she says, “I’ve already told you my friend wasn’t feeling well, so I was driving for him.”

Officer says sternly, “You better start telling the truth, what the hell are you doing out here?”

The other officer comes up from behind and says, “They’re clean, everything checks out.”

Both officers walk back to the car, as Abeni, and Jason get into the car, as Abeni shakes in the car, she says loudly with a stronger accent “I’m sick of this fucking shit, why can’t they leave us the fuck alone?”

Jason holds her hand and says, “Don’t let those bastards win, I can only imagine how you feel.”

Abeni says sweetly, and yet defensibly “I appreciate what you’re trying to say.”, he takes out his wallet and pulls out a small picture, and hands it to her, she sees his him, his mother, and father which was taken years before, she notices that his father was black.

Jason says, “His name was Keith, he was the only father I ever knew, now I may not know exactly what you go through, I do know though that anytime we were ever together we were treated like we were beneath everyone; you know like shit.”

Abeni softens and says, “Jesus I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Jason says, “It’s cool, just as long as we know that we love each other no matter what some bastard may say or do.”

Abeni smiles “Yes baby, we do love each other, no matter what others say.”

They pull into a gas station, and as he pays for the gas, he buys two Sweet Teas, and a bag of chips.

Standing next to her as she is filling the car he gives her a Sweet Tea, she says “It’s hot today.”

She sees his color has never returned that day, so asks “We both a little tired, how about we stop here for the day, and start off tomorrow morning?”

He leans against the car with his eyes shut, she continues by asking him, “Baby, are you cool?”

Jason sighs and says, “I get these blackouts every now and then.”

As they get in the car, she says “There’s a nice hotel I passed by, where we are stopping for the night.” as she takes a couple of chips from the bag.

They are escorted to their room on the second floor of the hotel, the woman turns on the A/C and shows them the bathroom, and closet space, Abeni tips her as the woman leaves the room.

As Jason is laying on the bed, Abeni says “I’m going to take a shower, while you rest up a little.”

Jason stirs and smiles as he says, “Would you like company?”

She smiles back, walks toward him, kisses his lips, as she flirtingly takes his hand and guides him into the bathroom.

They enjoy helping each other undress as they explore one another’s bodies, then get into the shower.

She smiles as she notices his semi erect cock, she gently pulls the foreskin back.

As the water hits her body, Jason takes a sponge with shower gel and washes her breasts and stomach, as he moves toward her pubic area.

Afterwards, she takes the sponge and washes his stomach, navel, and teases his cock and foreskin, as she has a playful look in her eyes.

After rinsing off, they pad each other dry with the heated towels.

The two wearing white robes while he’s holding her in his arms.

Jason says, “I never felt like this about anyone before, my life is complete, now that I have, and love you in my life.

Abeni takes his hand and sighs “It seems I waited forever, for this day, and now it’s here.”

Jason leans down and passionately kisses her, and their tongues seem to dance in their mouths.

About six that night they go out to a popular barbecue restaurant on Beale Street.

Jason says, “They sometimes serve their chicken to celebrities, and famous.”

Abeni smiles “Really, uh you seem to know the right places to go.”

Jason says, “A few years ago I traveled the country where I wrote and photographed a book of the scariest places or deadliest in each state.”

Abeni says, “Sounds interesting.”

Jason says, “There’s a lot of sleepless nights I still have.”

Abeni asks, “What were the scariest places?”

Jason says, “Indiana, Louisiana, and Tennessee I think had the most bone chilling places, some dealt with murders, unexplained phenomena, or deaths.”

Abeni smiles “What’s your next project?”

Jason says, “I’m going to visit some of the most famous caves, and write about the history, and of course the fabulous pictures.”

Abeni says, “Oh you mean spelunking, cave exploring.”

Jason says, “Yeah spelunking, caddebostan escort it’s much more detail though.” he says as he takes a drink of water.

As they walk back to their car, they listen to some live blues music musicians play along the street, they walk by a police officer standing by her horse, on the corner of the street.

Abeni asks, “Excuse officer can I touch your horse?”

The officer smiles and says, “Sure.” as Abeni reach’s out and gently rubs the horse’s mane, and they continue walking to their car.

Driving back to the hotel, it begins to lightly rain, and they run, trying to miss the raindrops.

As they get in their room, Jason says, “Maybe if I take a hot shower, my back will stop hurting.” as he goes into the bathroom and, takes a shower.

As he walks back into the room from his shower, he notices that the room smells of lavender, and other soothing scents.

Abeni asks, “Why don’t you lay down on the bed?” he sits up on the bed, where she gently begins massaging his feet with the calming scented oils, or lotions.

He has a relaxed, and contented expression as she lovingly continues to rub his feet.

A short time later, he has fallen asleep, and wakes up as she is taking a hot bath, he rises up, and puts two towels on the bed, as he looks over the lotions and oils.

On her return to bed, he asks her to lay on the towels, as she lays down, he opens her robe and gazes for a moment at her flawless body, he says, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” she leans up and kisses him passionately.

He begins to move down her body, tenderly kissing her breasts, and nipples.

He moves down from her upper stomach toward her navel, as he reaches her navel, he lightly blows around the navel, followed by lightly tracing her navel with her fingers.

Abeni is in complete ecstasy as she gently pushes his head into her, she softly moans with her eyes closed.

Jason lightly licks the outer area of her navel as her head moves from side to side with excitement, as he continues teasing her navel with his mouth, she arches her back up, with a stifled scream, she has a pulsing and electrifying orgasm.

Still breathless, as her heart slows down, she says, “Jesus Christ where did you learn to do that?”

Jason says, “I took a few seminars and some research in how to massage and pleasure your lover.”

Abeni joyfully says “Well, I can tell you it worked, I never came so hard in my life.”

Jason says, “I was a little nervous, I mean I wanted you to feel pleasure, and loved like I do.”

Abeni rises up, and he lays on his back, she kisses him, and opens his robe, revealing his bare chest, and boxers, she smiles shyly as she moves down to his boxers, gently pulling them down, revealing his 5-inch growing erection, she starts massaging it, occasionally blowing on his cock as she gently pulls back the foreskin exposing the entire head, or crown.

Never experiencing this pleasure to this degree he sighs in complete pleasure,

she slips his member into her mouth, her tongue seems to go between the foreskin, and the shaft of the penis, as one hand concentrates on massaging his cock, she holds his hand with the other hand.

Her eyes lovingly gaze into his eyes as she begins a slight bobbing motion, while Jason gently pushes her head toward his cock, as she removes his cock smiling saying, “You like that baby?” and puts it back in her mouth, as he has a look of complete pleasure.

She senses his orgasm and takes his whole cock in her mouth, when he erupts in a

stream of cum shoots into her mouth.

She continues having him in her mouth, until his semi erect penis slips out of her mouth, he pulls her up to him and kisses her passionately.

He lays back on his back as she massages his cock to a 7-in erection, and slowly puts his cock into her receptive pussy.

She pauses to get used to his member, saying “God this feels so good, no baby it’s okay, let me get used to it.” as she puts him further into her.

As she slowly rides him, her smile shows absolute pleasure as she her eyes seem to roll to the top of her head.

She takes hold of his hand and holds it as they continue making love.

As his hand is on her bare thigh, she begins to moan, which turns in, to softly crying, and then stifled screams, as she rides him faster.

As she goes down on him, she has a screaming explosive orgasm which causes his cock to slip out of her, she struggles to put it back in and continues to make love.

As she is making love laying on her side, he stays motionless inside her, as he moans in pleasure.

Laying on their sides holding each other tight she says, “Let us grow old together, as we live each day in springtime.”

Jason says, “That is so beautiful living each day in springtime.”

Abeni says, “I now understand that part of the song “Lovin’ You” more than ever before.”

Jason kisses her bare shoulder as they snuggle closer together.

Abeni wakes up and notices Jason sitting in a chair by the balcony, with a manilla folder on the table, she rises up and sits next to him.

Abeni takes his hand and asks, “What’s wrong baby?”

Jason says weakly “I want you to know, that I love you more than any other man could ever love you.” she smiles as he continues “I wanted you to know that, if anything ever happens to me.”

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