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Chapter VII: The Princess Escapes

Horror clamped around Lisa like a vice. It took every iota of her strength to keep quiet, not to show any reaction to the news. She hadn’t even known his real name. Paul Twilley. She’d only called him fag, wimp, Lisa. He was dead, split from his mutilated cock to his false tits. There were pictures.

Her horror had two parts. First came the irrevocability and senselessness of the violent death of someone she knew. He’d fucked her. She’d fucked him. She probably still carried minuscule traces of his life deep in her cunt. The thought made her nauseous.

The second aspect was that her double life could well be exposed. The recorded time of death put her in the alley with him less than four hours before some deranged animal had ripped him open. The investigation could turn her up. If it did, there went the ball game. Fuck. She could produce an alibi, if the other whores on her street would speak up, but that would still totally destroy her life.

She excused herself, too abruptly, and locked herself in a bathroom stall. She didn’t puke, like she thought she would. Her smoke tasted like dried cabbage. Slowly, over the time it took to finish the cigarette, she saw that, regardless of whether she was implicated or not, life would never be the same.

Whores like Paul/Lisa died all the time. They were beaten to death. They were stabbed or shot. Sometimes their bodies were found. Sometimes they simply vanished, like the girl she’d gotten her corner from. Every time she put herself out there, the man she ended up with could be some psycho. There was no way to know, beforehand.

She’d heard the stories the girl’s told. She’d been aware of the risk factor. But this drove it home. This made it personal. It could happen to her.

No, she corrected. It would happen, not could. If not by knife or gun, by disease or drug. It had to. What she was doing to herself wouldn’t make sense otherwise. If it didn’t happen on its own, she’d do something to make it so.

Peculiar place to find one of those crossroads in life, she smiled thinly. The middle stall in the ladies’ shitter on the seventh floor. Guess it’s appropriate, in a way.

She heard the door open, recognized the faint squeak of Ann’s beige pumps. She dried her eyes.

“Having trouble with the plumbing, Lisa?”

“Nothing serious. Who drew the . . . Twilley thing?”

“Homicide took it away from us, as usual. Why?”

“I can’t talk about it now. Not here. Want to go for a ride?”

“Where?”

“To the morgue.”

Trotter didn’t answer. Lisa flushed the toilet, drew a deep breath, and faced her. This was going to be a class A mother-fucker. But the sergeant didn’t do anything more than meet her eyes and follow her from the room. The elevator ride was also silent. Only in the car, with Lisa staring out the passenger’s window, did her partner speak up.

“You knew this guy.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. Biblically.”

“It wasn’t any accident he was going by your name. Hair like yours.”

“No. No accident.” She spilled all of it, never once looking inside the car.

Autumn was encroaching on summer. In the park, the trees were still green, but they knew. By the angle of the sun and the length of the days, by the first fluttering northerly breezes, they knew. Change was coming. They didn’t resist in any way.

In a week or two, they’d begin to release their leaves. They’d served their purpose. It was time to go. Sometimes, she guessed, you’d find them blocks, maybe miles away. These very leaves, skittering through the concrete canyons, blown up against alley walls in little drifts.

“So what are you going to do?”

Lisa found a cigarette. “Better cover your ass, Ann. This is going to get messy. I’ve got to tell Homicide what I know. No way I’m coming out with my badge. I’ll be damned lucky to stay out of jail. If you stand too close, they might want to sniff your cunt, too.”

Trotter drove a half block in silence. “I can’t let you do it, Lisa. I want you to keep that beautiful mouth shut. There’s no fucking reason to do it. None at all. He’s gone. Dead. You can’t bring him back. All you can do is take yourself down.”

Lisa shook her head. “I wish I could just forget about it, Ann. But it’s more than feeling responsible for what happened to her. Him. Twilley. Paul Twilley. I can’t let that happen to me. And it will, if I don’t stop it.” And it’ll happen to you, too, someday, she thought. We both know it will.

“Okay. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. You’re right, you know. They’re bound to investigate everybody who ever had anything to do with you. You’re going to be responsible for taking others down, too. Like Wilson, maybe.”

She knew it was true. Her heart felt like lead. It’d be so easy. So easy to just listen to Ann. She’d heard those sweet lips murmur words of love to her mere hours before. Now she was on her way to destroying yet another life.

Maybe, she reminded herself. Maybe not. I’ve got to follow my convictions. It’s the right thing izmit escort to do. Fuck, is it better to let her end up with a knife in her guts, or a reprimand? Surely that’s all she’d get. Too many people owe her favors.

Trotter read her re-formed determination. Her anger showed through. “How about Wilson, then? You expose yourself as a whore who he just gave a juicy transfer to, and what’s going to happen to him?”

Lisa stared out the window. “I’m sorry, Ann. I’m really sorry. But it’s the only choice I have left. I’ve tried everything else, don’t you see?”

“No. I don’t see. And lots of other folks won’t, either. And believe me, babe, you haven’t really tried everything yet.”

She spent the span of a red light staring coldly at Lisa’s graceful body. The curve of her slim, round hips. The ripe swell of her full little tit. What she could see of her face, the rich red corner of her pouty mouth, the artfully traced and tinted corner of her eye.

“That’s too bad, hon. What a hell of a waste of talent.” She pulled away when the light went green, speculatively raked her companion’s body one last time.

“What are you going to do after the dust clears? And it will, you know. You won’t do any time. The papers’ll give you your thirty seconds of fame, and things’ll settle down after a while. But what about you? Where will you go? What will you do?”

Lisa shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. That’s not the point anymore.”

“What is the point?”

“I don’t know. I just know it’s not what I thought it was. It’s never been what I thought it was.” She’d tried to do what They told her. She’d failed. She’d tried to set up her own system. It’d turned out to be just as full of lies as Theirs.

Trotter stopped the car in front of the building housing what was left of Paul Twilley. “Why the morgue, Cole? Why the fuck do you want to do this to yourself? It’s not necessary.”

“Maybe not. But unless I do it, I’m afraid I’ll change my mind someday. It won’t be real anymore. I’ll forget. I’ll only remember the good parts. What it felt like to clutch a hundred bucks in my fist while some stranger’s cock split my cunt. And that’s not what it’s really about. That’s only part of the truth.”

She nodded toward the doors. “There’s another part in the basement, in a cooler, wearing a toe-tag. And there are other parts I don’t even know about yet.”

Trotter’s smile was icy. “At least there’s something we agree on.”

She did puke, later. She’d known she might. Fuck, maybe she wanted to vomit as much out of herself as she could. Maybe she wanted to feel drained, bleached as clean as she could get.

Then, it was off to an appointment with the homicide boys. Trotter had run away to make ass-covering phone calls, no doubt. That was just as well. She needed to do this on her own. They’d kissed goodbye in the elevator.

“Will you come by tonight?” Trotter had asked, still slightly cool, despite the knee pressed firmly between Lisa’s thighs.

“You’re sure that’s smart? Risking being seen with me?” Lisa moaned.

“You’ll be discreet. Come in the back way.”

“Yes. I’m not going to want to be alone after this. Have some decent wine chilled? And be ready to fuck my brains out.”

It went better than she’d expected. The two dicks on the case, Rogers and Brandt, stayed polite throughout, kept their questions and comments civil and to the point. She saw their anger and outrage, though. Not because she’d been a whore, but because she was hurting the Force. She’d tarnished her badge, the same one they wore.

They didn’t take it from her, of course. Neither did Captain Sloan. She marched straight into his office and laid it out for him, too. It was pretty mechanical by the third telling. He was shocked, then grim. He didn’t actually can her. He couldn’t, until she actually signed the statement tomorrow. But he did suspend her without pay pending a review board. They both knew how the board would find.

That night, at Ann’s place, she let her hurt and fear come out in the only way she felt strong enough to act it out. She got drunk and decadent.

Trotter laughed and broke the kiss Lisa had initiated. “Jesus. You are one horny bitch, Cole. Don’t you ever get enough?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Why? Don’t you want me?”

Ann cradled a hard little tit. “There. Does that feel good?”

Lisa arched her back, pressed into the caress. “Umm. It’s a great start.”

With her other hand, Trotter tickled a darkly stockinged thigh. “You look so soft tonight. So feminine. It makes me want to take charge, Lisa. It makes me want to dominate you.”

Lisa’s legs slowly parted. She cried out softly as the slender, wise hand stroked her upper thigh, insinuated itself upward. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please. Do whatever you want to me. Tell me what to do, Ann.”

Submission was exactly what she’d been craving. She wanted to relax, to not have any responsibilities at all other than to follow very explicit orders. Lick pussy, suck tit, lay still, bodrum escort roll over. It would make life so simple, make all the day’s horrors and uncertainties vanish.

That was exactly the sort of release she craved after ruining both her careers. To have no worries for a while. No fears. To escape. To not have to be strong, just for the night.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her cunt suddenly sodden, even though no fingers had petted it. “Hurry. Please.”

Trotter shook her head soberly. “No good, babe.”

“Ann, please. I need -“

“I know what you need. I know even better than you do, slut. Don’t I, you cheap whore? You’re going to do whatever I tell you, right?”

Lisa began to protest, began to let her hole chase the hand that was so maddeningly close. She bit her lips, made tight fists. More than she wanted immediate gratification, she wanted the other more. The helplessness. The infantile dependency. “Yes. Whatever you say.”

“That’s the idea. I’ve had all afternoon to think about it. I made some phone calls. We’re going to have a little going away party.”

She groaned. “Ann, I don’t think I’m up for -“

“I’m talking a real party, whore. I’m going to see to it you get so thoroughly fucked tonight that you’ll never want to turn another trick as long as you live. Put down that glass, wipe that insipid grin off your face, and go take a fucking bath.”

She did as she was told, trying to imagine exactly what was up. All her regular johns? A train of tricks some of the street girls put together?

By the time the bath was draining, her nipples had been tweaked to full extension and her pussy lips were red from rubbing. She scraped the rough towel over herself more thoroughly than necessary.

Trotter had an absolutely scandalous outfit laid out for her. A black lace bustier, webbed down the gaping front, would cradle her tits, not hide them. Its garters would support her hose. The crotchless g-string panties left everything important exposed. The fingerless lace opera gloves were something new. No skirt. No blouse. Just stiletto heeled sandals.

She didn’t ask, didn’t protest, just dressed. Trotter examined her, adjusted the garters and tits to suit herself, then ordered her to the vanity to be made up.

Lisa did nothing but watch and wonder. Watch the consummate whore’s face her lover was creating, plastering her face with too much of everything. And wonder at the anger, the barely contained rage she did it with. Even through Lisa’ building lust, it didn’t feel right. It was more than part of the game. It hadn’t been like this before. She wasn’t at all sure she liked it, but did nothing to break the spell the vast space inside her cunt was weaving over her judgment.

She stared raptly into the mirror, watched her face bloom with wicked color. Her sultry lids turned deep grey and silver all the way to her penciled brows and temples. Her lashes became black, long and thick and brittle. Their roots were traced with a black tinged with blue, making her azure eyes glow darkly.

The pores of her face vanished under foundation and powder. Her high cheekbones were unnaturally flushed above the artificially pallid perfection of her skin. The contours of her nose and chin had been visibly shaded. Her lips burned with her most treasured deep scarlet lipstick. Her mouth had been reshaped by a false outline, the color so thickly applied and so heavily glossed that no texture showed through. Her lips looked as slick as molten glass, and that hot.

“And you’ll keep them that way, you fucking worthless cunt. Every time you smoke a cigarette or take a drink, or swallow a cock, you be damned sure your mouth is fucking perfect. Understand?”

“Yes, mam.”

“Every time you fuck up and forget, you get three lashes with this.” She slapped her leg with a short whip. It was soft, but hurt like hell. Lisa should know. It was hers. She’d both used and felt it before. She hated it, and Ann read it by her visible cringe. Why the threat of real punishment? Was she really still that mad?

“I won’t forget. I promise.”

“We’ll see. Now, to make sure you stay in here without peeking until I’m ready for you to come out, I’m going to tie you to the bed. Lay down.”

Lisa’s fears were again lost in a hollow rush of need. She spread herself, her haunted eyes locked on the overhead mirror as the padded restraints were fastened around her wrists and ankles. They were hers, too. Had Ann broken into her car and lifted them? It didn’t matter. They felt perfect, gripping her, stretching her, displaying her. She was a doll, a grotesque Barbie. Her nipples bulged, strained toward the ceiling. Her cunt steadily oozed fluids. Her parted, panting, gleaming lips said she was on the brink of orgasm. And they didn’t lie. But there was no blindfold. And Ann, instead of fucking her with the huge dildo laying on the floor, left and closed the door.

It was all different, all new. She’d never been bound and left alone. She’d never looked like this, not even at her most alanya escort wild. Never felt like this, so fucking turned on it was insane, and unable to do a damned thing about it. It was torturous. It was cruel and heartless.

And she loved it. Everything about it was perfect. The way her crimson mandarin nails hooked over the palms of her gloves, and her matching toes peeked through the impossibly tall shoes. The way the seams of the hose twisted gracefully as she turned her legs, admiring their beautiful shape. It was all absolutely ideal. She recognized, after a time, that this was what she’d always had in mind, how she always dreamed she should look. It wasn’t who she was. It was who she craved to become with all her heart and soul. In a way, it truly was her soul made visible.

Ann must be trying to show her this about herself. That was why she was mad. Because Lisa had been blind to something she should know about. Something vital. Seeing herself this way changed everything. How could she ever stop being this, now that she’d finally seen it?

She was still enraptured, her vision so powerful that it kept her right on the edge of a stupendous orgasm, when she faintly heard the doorbell the first time. A few minutes later, there was a distant knock. The guests were arriving. She could hear the confused murmur of deliberately lowered voices.

Soon They would come for her. Come to look at her. Come to fuck her in every hole, all at once. It wasn’t important who They were, as long as there were enough. It had to go on and on. She didn’t care about anything beyond the realm of cocks and holes. Until she recognized, through the deafening din of her fantasies, a particular laugh.

Captain Wilson’s laugh.

Then, other voices became clear enough to recognize. Ann’s, of course. But, wasn’t that Chandler, from the old precinct? And Riley and Donovan, the inseparable duo in Vice?

Her panic and denial rose sluggishly through the clinging fog of her transcendent lust. No. It couldn’t be. Ann wouldn’t do that to her.

The shrill cackle of that asshole Deputy Chief Walters’ distinctive giggle shattered her refusal to face the facts.

That’s exactly what Ann had done. Her peers. Her superiors. They were all out there. Soon, Ann was going to lead them through the door, show them who Lisa Cole really was.

She fought lethargically. She had to escape, snap or stretch the thick, soft ropes enough to wriggle free. It was hopeless. She knew from experience they were stronger than they looked, not mere props. All she succeeded in doing was wrinkling the bedspread.

Before the totality of the humiliation to come really registered, brought with it a desperate anguish and hysterical tears, the door swung open. Ann stepped through, smiling harshly, raking her with cold eyes.

“Well, well. The little slut’s figured out what’s going on. She’s not as brainless as she looks, guys. Come on in. Say hi to the guest of honor.”

Men began filing through the door. She knew them all. She’d worked beside them, heard their briefings or seen them pass through on their way to Wilson or Sloan’s office. And they were staring hungrily and mockingly and pityingly and hatefully at her totally exposed self, painted and garbed like the Princess of Whores. They were all going to fuck her. She knew it by the look in their eyes as much as the bulges in their pants. They were going to gang rape her. And there was nothing in heaven or hell she could do to stop it.

“The sloppy cunt’s chewed her lipstick guys. Can you believe it? She’s in love with her mouth, you know. Know how many different red lipstick’s she’s collected. Forty-four. Right, Lisa?”

It was really forty-nine. Five more had come in the mail the day before. But she couldn’t speak.

“I told her what’d happen if she did that without fixing it. Told her I’d use the whip on her. God she hates that. Loves to dish it out, but can’t take it.”

That drew a low chuckle from some of the audience. Most, though, seemed not to have heard Trotter. Their unwavering stares hurt. She’d never been looked at this way. The eyes bruised her tits with their collective weight, sank into her cunt like an invisible cock. But the pain was subtle, just as subtle as the discomfort of chains after wearing them for a while.

And, like that, it easily became pleasure. The lash fell across her thighs. Lisa felt a hard squeeze somewhere within her cervix. A second blow fell, across her stomach. The knot opened, bloomed like a night flower. They might hate her and pity her, but they’d fuck her anyway. The third blast of searing pain came from her tits. The black blossom became all there was. She plunged into its core with a shrill scream. She was nothing like any of them had ever seen before.

“Here, whore. Let Annie fix your lipstick for you. Hold still. I know the brush tickles. That’s a good girl. You want to be sexy for the boys, don’t you? I thought so.” Aside. “Look at this, fellas. The slut’s having an orgasm. I told you she’d be glad you all came.”

They started fucking her soon after shooting a couple of rolls of film of her. Nobody’d ever done that before. Ann held up mirrors so she could always see exactly what the lens was seeing. They were capturing her there. They were trapping her, freezing her as she was at this moment. They were making her real. For all time, that’s the way she’d be.

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The Gulfstream G150 jet swiftly made its way across the twilight skies. Its cabin was business-like with high backed leather chairs, flat screen monitors, desks and tables of varying sizes. Everything a titan of industry could require in his travels.

But on this flight, the interior lights were largely dimmed and only a solitary passenger was aboard. She sat in the black leather chair and looked out the window as the last rays of sunlight began to disappear. She sipped ginger ale from glasses imprinted with the company logo and then looked down at a copy of Business Week magazine that had been left aboard. Amidst the cover’s headlines was one that caught her eye.

“America’s Ghost Towns: The Next Land Boom?”

She idly began to flip through the issue until she saw the story. It was definitely about towns that had largely been abandoned by industry, were slowly dying, but ripe for new business opportunities.

One photo and its caption made her stop.

“I know this town.” She said quietly to herself.

Rocky Hill, Texas was an oddity in so many ways. No one could recall how a town could be called Rocky Hill when there were no hills and few rocks. It was largely flat and dusty. At the end of one street was the Super Chief Café, named for the famous transcontinental train that used to stop in town on its way to or from the west coast and open 24 hours. Billy Bob Hutchinson, its owner, had wisely added a Texaco gas station next to the café, cashing in on a fuel they sold called Super Chief. When the Super Chief train made its last run, he kept the station/café open even with the diminishing business. It made for a yearly write off on his income taxes, nothing more. The locals had taken to calling it “the Super Cheap Café”.

A solitary girl walked the empty streets to her waitress shift at the café. She was short with thick black hair that she’d tie back when on duty. She wore a light blue uniform that felt tight on her body at times. It had belonged to a previous employee who wasn’t as “blessed” in certain areas as the current owner was.

Her name was Laura.

Though she usually worked a variety of shifts at the café, more often than not she got the overnight shift where the clientele consisted of the occasional long haul trucker on their way to Dallas or further west looking for an extra bit of coffee to keep them going for 100 more miles, or line workers for the phone company. But for the most part, she was on her own listening to the radio and wondering what was down the road that led out of town, to the Interstate highway, to parts unknown.

By 11 PM, the café had seen the last of its regulars and she’d be on her own until the early morning breakfast crowd arrived. To say things were quiet was putting it mildly. She leaned against the counter trying to decide how to spend the next few hours. All the dishes had been washed by the previous shift, the coffee was brewed.

But this uniform was just too damn tight and wearing a bra underneath probably didn’t help matters either. She took a look around the empty café and then outside the front door, nobody in sight, good. She immediately unbuttoned the front of her uniform and unlatched her bra, the rush of “being free” as it were felt great. She doubted anybody would care if she kept it off. Hell, she could probably do her shift totally naked and it wouldn’t make any difference, it was so slow tonight. And a gentle night time breeze felt wonderful on her breasts.

Good sense prevailed and she quickly re-buttoned her uniform.

She got a coffee for herself and sat outside and took in the quiet night air. In the distance she saw headlights far off down the main road. But they seemed to be taking a long time to get closer.

The headlights she’d seen belonged to a sputtering VW van that pulled into the parking lot. It was smoking out of the back end. Its driver quickly got out and opened up the back, quickly being engulfed in smoke and steam.

“Are you OK?” she called to him

He waved off the smoke

“Yes, I think it’s an oil leak. You don’t have a mechanic round here, do you?”

“Not until the morning.” Laura said as she walked over.

“Well, guess I’m stuck here. Is there someplace I could park until the morning?”

“Sure, over there by the sign.” she said pointing to the weathered Texaco sign.

“Good enough.” He said “Oh, I’m John.”

“Laura.” She said as they shook hands “Park your van and I can get you some coffee, maybe a burger?”

“That’ll be perfect. I’ve been on the road for a long time.”

John eagerly dug into a cheeseburger and fries.

“Where are you heading?” Laura asked

“California, a friend of mine has a house there he’s restoring and he needs all the help he can get.”

“Wow, I’d love to go out there. It must be nice.”

“Uh-huh, the house is a big one too.” He said as he took another sip of coffee “How long have you lived here?”

“Too long.”

“So…what keeps you here?” he asked inquisitively “You never wondered what’s out there?”

Laura thought long and hard kocaeli escort for an answer

“I don’t know, not much, I guess. Not much opportunities here so I guess I’m stuck.”

“Could you leave if you wanted to?”

“You mean, like, move out of state?”

John nodded

“No, I-I couldn’t” she said hesitantly “My Aunt still lives here and she’d be lonely.”

Laura knew that was a dumb answer. Her Aunt Rosie was something of a character in town and anything but lonely. She and Billy Bob had had a fling years ago and she believed he’d leave the café’ to her if he died, then she could cash in on the property and sell it. The gossip in town had been that oil speculators had been in the area a few times so she figured it was only a matter of time before he went to that “goldmine in the sky” as it were, and whatever riches lay under the cafe` would be hers.

“You’re right, it’s tough leaving family behind.” John said as he finished the last bit of the burger “Well, I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Where?”

“Oh, in my van, it’s kind cool. You wanna see it?”

Laura thought for a minute

“Um…OK.”

The side door of the VW slid open revealing a mattress that seemed custom-fitted to the dimensions of the van. He had some thick pillows and blankets scattered around. A makeshift curtain stretched around the windows and effectively dimmed the inside. Multicolored Christmas lights were around the top and small speakers were mounted in the corners.

“Hey, this is kinda neat!” Laura said as she looked in

“Yeah, I got a friend back home who’s a whiz at engineering stuff like this. I wish he’d worked his magic on the engine.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Probably, it’s gotten me this far, I don’t see why it won’t go all the way.”

Go all the way.

It had been awhile since she’d heard those words, even when innocently used like now. Laura knew she had a killer body, though it embarrassed her sometimes. Auntie Rose said otherwise and she should know. In her younger days she’d worked the burlesque circuit around Texas. It was how she’d met Billy Bob and several other men whose status was known by the size of their hats and the age of their Cadillac’s. Not to mention the size of their wallets. Other than some unmemorable encounters in the back of Junior Murphy’s pickup, Laura’s love life wasn’t much to speak of. But she had ways of relieving whatever romantic longings she might have. Auntie Rose had a shower massager installed some time back, supposedly for “medical reasons”. While Rose slept off whatever excesses she’d had from the night before, Laura secretly enjoyed some long showers, the massager between her legs.

John climbed inside and pulled out a small metal box.

“Feel like a smoke?” he asked

“Is that, um…” she asked hesitantly

“Uh-huh, it’s grass.”

“You better not, the sheriff sometimes stops by to check in on me.”

“Oh, got it.” He quickly hid the box under some clothing “I’ve got some regular cigarettes.”

“That’s OK, I don’t smoke.”

“Then…what do you do?” he asked as he leaned against the door frame, one leg on the ground the other propped up on the van’s floor boards. And a look of temptation on his face

Laura wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um…I don’t…I don’t really know.” she said with a bashful smile. She knew he was smiling back at her.

She also knew she was attracted to him, how different he was from anyone else she saw, what he seemed to represent.

It was only a matter of how to deal with the attraction she had to this stranger in town.

Just then, she saw the headlights of a patrol car as it pulled up to the cafe`. Out of it climbed Sheriff Taylor. He’d been Sheriff for as long as anyone could remember. According to him, he’d once survived a gunfight with Bonnie & Clyde and followed Steve McQueen across 2 counties until the legendary speed loving actor, the “king of cool” finally gave up, amazed that anyone would try to chase him on the wide open Texas roads for just a broken tail light.

“Evenin’ Miss Laura, how’s business tonight?” he asked as he approached the pair.

“Same as always” she replied before quickly adding “Oh! This is John, his van broke down and he’s gonna camp out here, just for the night.”

“Is that a fact?” he said as he looked him over “Where you headed, son?”

“California, I need to fix a couple of things on the van, I’ll be leaving in the morning, sir.”

“Uh-huh…you do that.” he said with just enough authority to be sure his message was heard clearly by the young traveler “Laura, how ’bout some coffee and a bit of pie?” he said to her while still sizing up the young traveler.

“Yes sir!” she replied as the two went into the cafe`.

His coffee and pie fix satiated, Sheriff Taylor loosened his belt a little as he stood up.

“You be sure to let me know if there’s any trouble…you know where the alarm button is, right?” he said as he looked back at John’s van, its lights off and curtains kuşadası escort drawn.

“I’ll be fine, Sheriff, you know that.” she said confidently

“Uh-huh…just remember what I said.”

As Sheriff Taylor’s police car pulled away, she looked out the main window at the van parked under the lighted sign and hoped that John might feel the need to come in for one more cup of coffee. But it seemed like the road had caught up to him and she was pretty much alone for another hour or two.

Like clockwork, the morning breakfast rush began. But to her dismay, Charlie the morning cook hadn’t arrived, and she was forced into panic mode trying to get things done. She was quickly overwhelmed and worried.

“Where the fuck is Charlie?” she yelled as she tried to be short order cook and waitress at the same time.

The cups of coffee were quickly piling up and the blue collar guys were getting impatient when to her surprise she heard a bell ding behind her.

“Scrambled eggs and bacon, ready to go!” she heard

It didn’t sound like Charlie’s voice.

Then another ding

“Pancakes and sausage, ready!”

She tried not to look curious as she made her way to the small window where orders were picked up. She grabbed both plates, then looked inside.

John was manning the stove and balancing multiple orders, looking like he’d been doing it for years, utensils skillfully flying in all the right directions. He even wore the greasy apron Charlie usually wore.

But he certainly looked a lot better in it than Charlie ever did.

“Hey, Laura!” a voice yelled “Where’s my breakfast?”

“Right! Comin’ up!” she yelled happily

The bell dinged every few minutes and John’s voice could be heard calling out multiple orders that were ready. And Laura suddenly became Ms. Efficiency as she grabbed plate after plate and order after order.

Pretty soon, the breakfast crowd was on its way and a few generous tips had found their way into her pocket. It was at that moment that Charlie the cook stumbled inside.

“Am I early?” he asked through bleary eyes.

Laura looked at him with an exhausted smile

“No, not really.” she said as she punched out.

As she passed the garage, she could see John’s van up on the service bay’s hydraulic lift. He saw her walk by then ran out after her.

“Hey! Pretty busy in there, huh?” he said as he caught up to her.

“Yes, it was…so where’d you learn to cook anyway?”

“Oh, here and there.” he said as they walked together “I might be stuck here awhile, your mechanic has to go to some parts depot for what I need on the van.”

“So…where will you stay?”

“Wherever the van’s parked, I guess.”

“And what about money?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you, um, do you need an extra cook? Just for the morning’s and all? I figure it’s only right since you let me park there and I’ll need the cash for the road. I figure I should do something to repay you.”

“Um, let me ask the owner.”

“Cool!” he said happily “I’ll see you later.”

Laura watched him closely as he ran back to the garage. She found herself staring as he removed his t-shirt and guzzled water from a hose before dumping some over his head and shaking his brown hair like a playful dog would.

She made her way back to the large house she shared with Auntie Rose, all the time thinking about John, how good he looked and the connection they seemed to make. There was no doubt in her mind what she wanted to do, it was just a question of how and when.

The Texas heat was already starting to rear its ugly head. But Auntie Rose wasn’t home yet, good, she thought. She trotted up the stairs of the old house to her room and immediately stripped naked. She felt much cooler and freer with her clothes off. In the large antique mirror she caught a glimpse of her naked body. Her tits were large, alright, and she struck a model’s pose, then a stripper’s pose. It had been a long time since she’d looked at herself this way, but then John wasn’t around last time was he?

She could be in Playboy with a body like hers, nice breasts, dark pussy hair and a cute ass. What would John think? She touched her tits a little, then teased the nipples. A nice tingly feeling went throughout her body. She smiled to herself now. Hand went between her legs and she felt her pussy, it was getting wetter with every touch of her finger. She lay back on her bed and continued to softly touch herself.

How good it felt.

Just then she heard a knock on the door downstairs.

“Who could that be?” she wondered to herself

She quickly grabbed a robe and went downstairs.

Peering inside the screen door was John.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” she said with surprise “How did you know where I live?”

“Oh, a great bit of luck.” he replied

“Come on in.” she said, trying to keep the robe closed as she quickly looked outside.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.” he said as he noticed the robe

“Uh, marmaris escort no…I was just, uh, gonna take a bath and relax.”

“Oh, I can leave if-“

“No!” she said excitedly, then in a calmer tone said “No, it can, um, wait. What was this bit of luck you got?”

“Oh, yeah…the guy that owns the cafe` came to the garage just after you left and he said I could take over as the morning cook until my van’s fixed. He said some guy named Charlie needs to dry out or something.”

“Cool!” she said, then realized what that meant “How long would that be?”

“Might be ready tomorrow, the mechanic is going to a parts depot in the next town.”

Her heart sank, she realized it was now or never.

“Then…we don’t have a lot of time do we?” she said looking up at him with a bashful smile.

“No…we don’t.” he replied with the same kind of look

Laura hesitantly let the robe fall open and onto the hardwood floor, she was naked in front of this man she’d only met the night before. He began to smile, as did she. He bent down slightly and kissed her lips, she did the same.

“That f-felt good.” she said in a soft voice

John nodded

“Come on…” she said as she took his hand.

Their slow walk turned into a run up the stairs.

Once in her room she quickly stripped him naked and loved it when she saw his dick was already erect.

“You’re ready for action, I guess.”

“So are you.” he replied

“How can you tell?”

“Never seen a girl strip me so fast.”

“I’m horny, that’s why!” she laughed as she led him to her bed

Laura spread her legs wide and John knelt between them. She felt his tongue enter her wet pussy, it felt so good she gleefully let herself go and let out a series of gasps and moans the more he licked her to a stunning climax.

Thankfully, there was much more. John’s dick entered her and she wrapped her legs around him and felt his ass as he fucked her.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion. Laura had never felt so good and she let him know with her moans and gasps until she could no longer resist the temptation;

“John….oh god oh god….FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she yelled as her fingers dug into his muscular back.

It did the trick!

John groaned loudly and his dick exploded into her pussy making him collapse onto her. They were both breathing heavily, but holding each other close.

“Damn…th-th-that was fuckin’ wild!” He gasped

“I feel wonderful.” Laura replied adding in a kiss

No one had made her feel this good.

They dozed for awhile until Laura heard the door open downstairs.

“Laura, honey? You home?”

It was her Aunt Rose.

Laura tried not to disturb John as she quickly got out of bed and frantically looked for her robe, then remembered it was on the floor downstairs. She quickly found a t-shirt and some cutoff shorts and went back downstairs.

“Laura, what’s this doing here?” Rose asked as she held the robe Laura had been wearing earlier

“Oh, uh, it must’ve fallen when I was bringing laundry upstairs.” she quickly replied

Rose didn’t seem to believe her, but shook her head as she walked away. Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly went back upstairs where John was starting to dress.

“Good, we need to get you out of here. I don’t think my Aunt would understand if she saw you here.” she said

“Uh, OK” he said “I can walk back to town.”

“No, no…um, let me see if I can borrow her car. Wait here.”

Laura crept back downstairs and spotted Rose’s car keys on a table by the door.

“I’m borrowing the car, Rose!” she yelled, then looked up at the top of the stairs where John stood waiting. She beckoned him with her hand and he dashed down the stairs and followed her out the door before Rose could reply.

She felt so naughty as they made their escape like outlaws, laughing amidst the dust kicked up as they headed down the main road in the old Cadillac convertible.

“You do this a lot?” John said laughingly

“Sometimes…” she replied, adding a naughty smile for effect.

Laura pulled off onto a side road that led to a wide open field. The Caddy thundered to a stop and they looked at each other. They immediately embraced and kissed deeply. She straddled his lap and pulled her shirt off, making his eyes widen as she pulled him in close and overwhelmed him with her tits. His hands were all over them again and she could feel a tingling in her crotch and hardness under his jeans. She threw her head back and let the wonderful feeling come over her.

John was loving it too, he reached for the door handle and they tumbled out of the Caddy. Still laughing, Laura saw John reach for the zipper of his jeans, she had an excited look on his face as his pants dropped and his hard dick was before her.

Dutifully she was on her knees, taking all of his manhood into her mouth. This was so much different than the times with Junior, this time she was ready and willing. She loved hearing John’s little groans and breaths as she sucked his dick, letting her tongue and lips go everywhere possible.

John pulled her to her feet and she promptly yanked off her pants as he kicked off his jeans. They embraced and his hands felt her ass. She loved the feel of his hands there, his hard dick poking at her pussy. Her moans and breaths were so erotic, so real.

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Chris Walker was nervous, his best college buddy, Kyle Lancaster had invited him to spend Spring Break with the Lancaster Family. His own parents were backpacking in Europe on their second honeymoon and Chris hated being alone in his house so he had taken the invite.

One look at the Lancaster homestead and he relaxed a little. It was wide, spacious, and had a meticulously manicured lawn. It was an inviting sort of place. Kyle had boasted about a pool and Jacuzzi, a fully stocked bar, a poor table, a big screen TV and hot neighbor girls. But even so he couldn’t shake the nervousness, he’d never lived with anyone, despite hating to be left alone; he didn’t even have a roommate at the University. A good part of him was excited and a little part was sad. This was his freshman year and he missed his parents, hometown and friends. He signed, oh well, Kyle was an awesome guy and he’d always have the summer to hang back home.

Kyle slapped him on the back and started up the front walk, “That drive was a bitch!” he exclaimed running a hand through his sandy hair and adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder.

“You slept three fourths of the way.” Chris explained. Kyle sent him his most charming smile Chris just shook his head. “I hope we don’t wake anybody up.” Chris said looking at his watch it was almost 12:30.

“Nah! My sister is probably waiting up for me, my stepmom too. Dad is doubtlessly still at work, his hours are nuts.” They had reached the dark wood front door and Kyle slipped his key in the lock and swung open the massive thing. He called out and pair of sequels were lunched into the air.

“Kyle’s home, Kyle’s here!” The chandelier overhead flickered on and two figures came into view before Chris and Kyle.

The first woman was tall, a few inches shy of his 6’3″ frame; she had curly blonde hair that just touched the shoulders of her satiny blue robe. Which only came down to her knees, had wide sleeves and a dangerously low neckline. She wore it well for somebody he suspected in to be their early forties, stepmother for sure.

“You must be Christopher,” she said. “I’m Trisha, Kyle’s stepmom.” They shook hands and exchanged nice-to-meet-you’s .

“Thank you for having me here on such short notice, it was very kind of you.”

“Oh dear, its my pleasure really.” And to Chris’ surprise she gave him a hug. Her warm hair tickled his cheek and he could feel her hard nipples though the thin fabric. His chest constricted. He felt terrible for being turned on and stepped back, giving her a shy smile. She returned a seductive one.

“Chris! This is my sister Nadia, Nadia this is my buddy Chris.”

Chris turned his attention to the second figure, another woman. Woman? Chris had seen a picture of Kyle’s little sister Nadia, bouncing black curls and a sun burnt nose. The girl in the picture could not have been older then 7 or8. This Nadia could have been twenty! She was small, only about 5’5″ but she was luscious. Her straight dark hair, nearly black fell past her shoulders, right under a pair of full breasts, that were tantalizingly on display in a dark purple, spaghetti strap nightgown that had lace trim. It brushed mid-thigh and Chris gulped trying not to stare at her toned thighs and calves.

“Hi” she breathed, sooty lashes fluttering around the darkest blue eyes he’s ever seen. Darker then sapphire, a cobalt blue. His groin tightened.

“Hey.” He responded. She smiled, an angelic smile that made his heart lurch. He wanted to kill Kyle for not telling him, his sister wasn’t 8 she was 18 and the most incredibly sexy thing he’d ever seen!

By the time Chris was tucked into the guestroom bed he was totally hot. He had to strip to his boxer briefs and turn on the rooms small swivel fan. Tried as he might he could not get Nadia’s smile and body out of his head. Down the hall he heard Kyle snoring loudly. He knew Trisha had gone to bed right after introductions and he felt bad they’d kept her up. If only he could get to sleep. But he knew that was impossible. For not only was his room situated right across from Nadia’s she was still awake fethiye escort and toddling around in the bathroom. He could hear her every move. He heard the click of the light being shut off, the pad of her footsteps and the creak of the floorboards as she appeared in the crack of his door.

“Are you still up?” she asked softly.

He swallowed hard and forced out “Yeah.” It sounded like a squeak. She opened the door a little bit more and stood framed in moonlight at the entrance, hazy blue silhouetted every perfect curve.

Her hair had been pulled up and she threaded it though her fingers as she spoke, “We’re glad to have you.” She said, but Chris was transfixed at the sight of her bare shoulders and collarbone, OH! What he wouldn’t give to nibble and lick and-, “ummm sleep well.” she finished and was gone leaving the door slightly open.

Chris let out the breath he’s been holding. He watched as she entered her room, leaving the door cracked like his. The light was dimmer in her room, but as he watched she brushed the straps of her shoulders and let the gown flutter to the floor in a pile of silk. Air escaped his lungs painfully as she was clad only in a bare of lacy boy cut panties. He shut is eyes, horrified at his reaction to his friend’s sister’s slender back and delicious ass. He grabbed his throbbing erection and knew he wasn’t going to survive this Break.

The next day had gone by quickly. Trisha had made an excellent breakfast hustling around the kitchen like a domestic goddess even in her tight little shorts. He hadn’t seen her since though.

Kyle had invited two girls over, Samantha and Katie, for a swim during the afternoon. He was hitting on Samantha right now. Sam ignored him for the most part focusing more on her drink then Kyle. They were in the basement, and he was playing pool with Katie, who seemed unbelievably bored. She was there for his benefit since Sam and Kyle had a sort of history. But Chris couldn’t pay Katie any attention, and honestly she didn’t seem that interested either. Chris knew his reason was sitting in the den across from the pool table. He didn’t know what Katie’s was and didn’t really care.

He pocketed another ball closest to the den, Nadia looked up from her schoolwork at the impact. She’d been sitting there in her white summer dress for at least and hour and a half, sighing, writing, crossing her legs, tapping her pencil and driving him damn insane in the process. She smiled at him now and his half erect dick bobbed. From behind him Katie slammed her stick down.

“Fuck this dumb ass game.” She hissed, “I’m out.” And she left just like that.

Sam made an excuse and followed her out Kyle hot on her heels. Chris had watched the whole spectacle with amusement and relief. Nadia cleared her throat behind him. He hadn’t seen her leave the den. She was chalking Katie’s abandoned stick.

“Spoiled Sport” she commented. He nodded. She smiled leaning over, Chris sucked in a breath at the amount of cleavage she exposed, and knocked a ball into the pocket closest to him. It was a tough shot and he was impressed. He gestured to the table with an arched brow. “I play a mean game of pool.” She explained. “Are you up for it?”

“Yeah.” He said. Nadia killed him.

Chris was hot again; he’s spent the rest of the afternoon with Nadia, playing pool and cards and taking her to dinner since Trisha wasn’t home to make anything and Kyle was still chasing Sam. They’d had a nice evening, laughing and talking without awkward silences and or tension, and when they weren’t talking it was nice just being with her. He’d helped her with her homework and found out she wanted to be a photographer, and that she was dreading senior prom, since she didn’t have a boyfriend and thought the whole idea was ludicrous. He smiled, she was really fun to be around and so hard to resist, his smile dropped.

He could hear her in the bathroom like the night before, tinkering around; she ran the water briefly and something clinked with something else. When he heard the light being shut off, gebze escort his breathing quickened, say goodnight, say goodnight, say goodnight he chanted silently.

“Chris?” her voice was soft and his heart slammed into his chest she was right at his door peeping through the crack.

“Yeah.” He said.

“Can I come in?” she asked. He sat up abruptly. Letting the sheet fall from his bare chest. It pooled in his lap.

“Sure.” He said and the door opened, she slipped inside and left it cracked again. Moonlight came in though the window leaving abstract designs on her face. “I just wanted to thank you for hanging out with me today. It was really nice and I had a lot of fun.”

“It was my honor really.” He said. She smiled and came closer.

She opened her mouth to say something but licked her lips instead; “Are you naked?” the gruff in her voice made him shiver with lust. And the glistening trail of moisture her tongue had left on her bottom lip made his penis surge with blood. He NEEDED to kiss her, to feel her lips and to taste her.

“Uh.” He cleared his throat trying to force word, any words out. “No, I’m not.” He finally stammered.

Her eyes shut and she drifted, he jumped up, hoping the dark concealed his erection. “Are you okay?” He reached out to steady her, touched her forearm lightly, her skin was so soft and warm he almost groaned. She drifted a little off balance and put her hand on his chest for support. The small touch sent shivers down his spine and caused goose bumps to appear on his flesh. She sucked in her breath like it affected her too. “Nadia.” He nearly growled his voice was so rough with desire.

“Ummhmm?” She replied staring at his chest. “Can I kiss you?” Her face jerked up to his, lips parted in surprise and it was all he could take.

He found her lips, and he knew from the moment he touched them they were the sweetest he ever tasted. He kissed her gently at first then he sucked her plump bottom lip into his hungry mouth. She moaned in delight and fell into him making small noises as they kissed, he ate them. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and she opened without hesitation. He slipped his tongue inside, groaning as she kissed back. He ran his large hands along her arms, her sides and curves, then finally, her right breast. He cupped it and weighed it in his hand feeling the bump of her nipple in the center of his palm. He forced her against his chest were the other nipple abraded him through her nightgown, he wanted to devour her. Chris pinched the erect nipple in his hand lightly and Nadia cried out in his mouth shoving him away from her hard.

He lost his footing falling back into the still warm bed. She was on him quick as a cat. Shoving her tongue in his mouth touching him everywhere she had access. Across his chest, shoulders, neck and face, though his hair and even the sides of his thighs. Straddling him he took the opportunity to run his hands over her lush bottom that had tempted him only the night before and every second after that. He found it bare. He broke the kiss. Her silky mint green nightgown, the very same style as the one the night before, except even shorter with a small slit at the bottom was now bunched around her waist.

“Your not wearing panties.” He said huskily. Even in the dark her could see her blush.

“I-.” He kissed her hard, not caring for the reason only glad for it. He gripped her ass, running one hand along the plane of flat stomach and the other down until he found her swollen sex. Heat greeted his fingers and he cupped her hot mound. She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a purr.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet.” He ran a finger over her clit and teased her opening with his index finger. His fingers were soaked. Chris was amazed. This girl was sodden, for him, he couldn’t believe it. He shoved away the thought that this was Kyle’s sister, he didn’t give a shit anymore, he wanted her sooo badly. She took his ear lobe into his mouth, sucking gently.

“I need you.” she whispered breath caressing hotly. konyaaltı escort

He flipped her onto her back, smothering her with kisses as he pulled the hem of her gown over her head. She didn’t object. He tossed it aside and looked his fill. Her hair had not been pulled up and it lay disheveled around her shoulders. He brushed it behind her and licked a hot line up one breast, and over one hard puckered nipple. She threw her head back and let out a long sigh. He took it into his mouth and her legs wrapped around his hips. He ground himself into her automatically, her heat and juices soaking though his boxers beckoning him to enter her. He released her breast blowing on the tightened peak. She moaned, and whispered his name. He loved when she said his name. He ground into her again and she ground back whispering it again. He took her other breast into his mouth and gave it the same treatment. Letting one hand roam; letting his fingers slide in and out of her soft swollen lips. He circled her hard clit, thrust a finger deep until she cried out and he withdrew, giving her only teases. Not enough of what she craved.

She started to plead with him. Begging him and over.

“Please. Please. Please. I’m so close. So close.” He knew that yet he almost shot his load at her confession anyway. “Be in me pleassssse.” She said. He scooted loser dodging her hands that tried to get him back. He spread her legs wide, almost coming again at the sight of her open and willing and ready, sooooo ready.

He licked her molten core once and that was all it took. She cried out louder then ever before, shoving a pillow on her face to muffle herself as her body bucked wildly. If he didn’t get in her right now he was going to explode, he shoved of his boxers unleashing his rock hard cock, climbed up her body removed the pillow and looked down at her face, into her half-shut glazed over eyes.

And he was in love. There was nothing he could do, and nothing he wanted to do besides make love to her. His chest burned with it.

“I need you now.” He said, she licked her lips and nodded.

He kissed her sweetly letting her know with his mouth what he couldn’t say outright. The head of his dick pulsed at the opening of her dripping cunt and he was slowly getting covered in her juices. He slid just the head and it wasn’t enough, he impaled her slowly because she was incredibly tight, it couldn’t have been more then her second time. He took a deep breath and filled her completely, they yelled in unison as he hit her cervix. He started to pump her as soon as she got used to his size. Their breathing mingled as he fought for control. He could tell she was close again and he wanted her to cum. He shifted his hips and gave it to her slowly. She yelled his name. He thrust deep once and then slowed again not even giving her all of him. She cried out again, reached for his ass, but not quite making it because he was so much taller. Her nails bit into his lower back and he thrust deep again then went back to not giving. She called him a bastard and he laughed, her breath was coming so fast he knew she was dying; he nibbled on her collarbone, then on the side of her breast.

She came then racking his back with her nails and crying out, “Oh Goooood!”

He pushed him self all the way in feeling her muscles clench him tight. “I wont torture you anymore.” He said when she stop yelling and was breathing heavily.

“Don’t.” she said and he pounded into her, giving her everything as fast and as hard as he could, there was no stopping. Her hips met his on every thrust sending him deeper and deeper; he felt her come and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came in a scolding rush, filling her like a cup as wave after wave of pleasure attacked their bodies. When he was drained, he collapsed on top of her, carefully as possible, their sweat made them stick together in all the right places, her boobs on his chest, her stomach on his, her thighs on his thighs.

The fan felt so good on his back, the breeze cooling his hot body. He withdrew from her, their juices drenching their thighs and groins and spooned behind her, the fan ruffled her hair. He wanted her again, in everyway he could think of, and he could think of many. He ran a possessive hand down the length of her body and she moaned for him. He pulled her close and she snuggled into the crook his body made for her and slept. This break was going to be memorable. He’d make sure.

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Lauren turned over in her sleep.

Soft, plush pillow, warm covers. And a warm body under her arm.

A warm body??

She jerked awake. It was dark and the room was cast in dark blues. Jack lay asleep next to her, breathing evenly. His long hair fell over his eyes. Lauren removed her hand from his chest and slowly brushed the lock of hair back.

His hand reached up and gripped hers tightly.

“Ah-“

“Oh.” Jack loosened his hold. He rubbed his other hand over his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” Lauren blushed furiously at being caught. Silently she thanked the higher powers that were that he couldn’t see her properly in the dark. She pulled her hand away but he held on.

She could see a roguish smile on his face even in the shadows.

“Where’re you going, mm?” Jack tugged on her wrist lightly and she fell against him. Gasping, Lauren tried to right herself but her body came into contact with his. He looked deep into her eyes. His chest was bare against hers and she felt something stirring lower down.

“Um. I can’t stay.”

“Why not?”

“It was supposed to be a one-time thing, remember?” Lauren said almost-pleadingly.

“I guess. But why does it have to be?” Jack placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing her against him.

“Ah..What do you mean – It’s just not the sort of thing I do.”

“What sort of thing?” His hand caressed Lauren’s face gently and she stilled.

“Seeing..my kidnapper.” Jack leaned up and pressed his lips softly against hers.

“I can be just a man.” As he said so, he spread his thighs and bucked up slowly against Lauren. She leaned into him for a moment. Her mind caught up with her body soon after and she pulled away.

“I can’t. It’s just too. Difficult.” Lauren reached for her clothes on the floor and started pulling them on.

Jack watched her quietly. He sat up and turned the bed light on.

“What – don’t do that.” Lauren struggled with her dress.

“Do what? Turn on the light so I can watch you dress hurriedly?”

“Yes. That.” Lauren slid the straps in place. “Where in hell is my-“

“Looking for this?” Jack held up her black lace undies. She flushed furiously and made a snatch for it but he held vipsevgilim.com it out of her way. “You have to try harder, love.” Jack smiled. Lauren bit her lip and walked closer to him.

“Oh come on Jack don’t be childish.” She leaned in to grab her panties but Jack shifted it to his other hand and held it away. He laughed heartily at her desperate attempts. “Jack!”

He pulled her near with one arm and whispered in her ear.

“Say that once more.”

Lauren felt her breathing grow deeper.

“Say it like you did when I was inside you,” Jack moved his lips to the delicate shell of her ear. Lightly, he traced it with his lips and took her lobe into his mouth.

When Jack licked his tongue into her ear Lauren shivered and tried to pull back.

With one swift motion Jack turned her over and pressed his body onto hers.

Her arms held up against the bed, Lauren could feel Jack’s skin warm against her clothed body.

A wicked smile appeared on his face.

Raising himself off the bed he brought his hips closer to Lauren.

“I have something you seem to be lacking..” Jack held her down with one arm and used the other to draw her dress up between her legs. “Ah see here. You’re missing one piece of clothing.” He ran his hand up the skin of her inner thighs. “It simply won’t do for you to run around without underwear,” Jack said roughly, his face close to Lauren.

She breathed hard as he touched her deliberately.

He was naked above her and without meaning to she raked her eyes over his body. He was hard and primed to go.

“Oh you have naughty eyes for such a sweet lady,” Jack grinned. His fingers pressed into her moist lips and she gasped softly. “How sweet, I have to find out. Again.”

Lauren watched his dark-haired head move lower, between her legs. The muscles in her stomach trembled.

Jack kissed the soft dip in her belly, then looked up at her. His eyes were dark and a fire started in them. He rubbed his face slowly between her legs and Lauren moaned deep in her throat.

“I thought you had to leave,” Jack breathed. He brought his head down and drew his tongue over her musky wetness. Lauren arched against him. He smiled against her biristanbulmasali.com flesh and then curled his tongue over her clitoris.

Lauren fisted the blankets around her as she felt Jack’s tongue spear through her slick folds and sweep hard over her.

“Oh Jack,” her voice came out soft and husky, alien to her own ears.

“You taste so good,” he answered. When he looked up Lauren leaned down and pulled him up to her. The puzzled look in his eyes brought a smile to her face.

“What? You can’t be the only one having all the fun.” She turned him on his back and he let her, watching her movements all the while.

He was beautiful. His skin stretched taut over his lightly-ridged muscles, a fine smattering of hair on his chest and starting from his belly button.

Lauren looked at the evidence of Jack’s arousal.

He fidgeted.

“What..what are you looking at,” he muttered.

“Nothing. Just you.” Lauren smiled. “You made me stay so I have to return the favour of feeling uncomfortable. Although I doubt you’ll find this very uncomfortable.”

She leaned in and ran her tongue around the skin of his balls.

Jack shuddered and placed a hand in her hair. He looked down to see her eyes watching his, as she ran a moist tongue around the head of his rigid cock.

“You taste good, too,” she whispered, circling his hardness with her tongue before taking more of his length into her mouth.

Jack groaned and bucked up into the wet hold of her mouth. The pleasure that spread from her lips was exquisite. Lauren held his cock with one hand, slowly pumping him, while the other hand cupped his balls.

It was amazing. Her mouth wet and warm, gently sucking on his aching flesh while her hands rubbed over the sensitive skin between his thighs.

“Get up here.” Jack leaned down and pulled her up on her knees. With a single movement he got behind her and slid into her slick flesh.

Lauren gasped and arched back against him.

He slid one hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit as he sawed his cock in and out of her clutching pussy.

“Does that feel good,” he said against her ear.

“Yes,” she answered with choppy breaths, manitam.net “Yes, Jack,” her eyes fluttered as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Jack lifted himself higher on his knees and fucked her with short, hard strokes.

“Oh god,” Lauren moaned. He pumped in her, faster and faster. His hard cock sliding in and out of her sensitive flesh, his hand insistent on her knot of nerves.

“Come for me,” Jack whispered in Lauren’s ear. She trembled against him. As he said those words he fucked her faster and kept his fingers circling her clit. Then Lauren felt Jack insert his tongue into her ear and the sharp pleasure shot through her body. Crying out she came in shuddering convulsions. Jack leaned back and pounded hard into her. Faster, faster, once, twice, thrice.

He pulled out and came over her back.

Lauren blinked slowly as she came down from her sexual high. She heard Jack walk into the bathroom and re-emerge. He wiped a towel gently over her back and then pulled her close.

“Don’t leave me.”

Lauren looked at him.

“You know I have to. We can’t stay here together. I can’t stay with you, and we can’t do this again.” She sighed through her words.

“But why? I don’t understand – because your parents will object? We can run away, find another place all our own-“

“No it’s not just that, it’s the whole situation it’s just too fucked up don’t you see?” Lauren took the panties that had fallen and pulled them on. Jack stilled.

“The situation is fucked up,” he repeated. Lauren turned to look at him.

“Yes. It is. You kidnapped me and now you’re fucking me.” A strange look flickered over Jack’s face.

“Well. If you really are so against it I really can’t tell.” He searched for his clothes and started pulling them on as well. “As I recall you offered to return the favour at the warehouse,” a hardness came over his voice and features.

Lauren cringed at the memory. She reached out and gripped Jack’s arm. He looked at her emotionlessly. Before she could say anything he spoke first.

“I understand. You wouldn’t be with someone like me.”

He turned away and walked into the bathroom.

“Close the door on your way out.”

Lauren stood there, her hair dishevelled. She looked at Jack’s back as he shifted through clothes in the bathroom. An odd sadness came into her heart and filled her mouth.

“Goodbye Jack.” It came out as a whisper and she wasn’t sure if he heard it.

When she closed the door to his apartment Lauren felt something close inside her as well.

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The moment she got home, Indy took off her shirt. Going with just a bra was much more comfortable. She set her master playlist on shuffle and turned it up as loud as it could go. She texted Ethan before she set down her phone.

*I’m home, front door is unlocked ;)*

Seconds later, she got a response.

*On my way! cutie*

Grabbing a spoon, she spun around the kitchen and shouted and danced to the lyrics. She didn’t even hear the front door open.

She didn’t know he was there until he was behind her, hands bracketing her waist. Her voice broke off and she leaned back into his chest.

“Whatcha doing?” he murmured into her ear.

Indy smirked and said “enjoying myself. Messing around.”

Ethan’s hands tightened around her. The way her hips pushed back into his was not an accident.

“Mind if I mess around with you?” he asked.

She responded by pushing her ass back into him even more and tilting her head to expose more of her neck.

“Good girl,” Ethan whispered against her skin before grabbing a fistful of her hair. He pulled it so that she was turned the right way for him to kiss and suck and lick his way up her neck. He smiled when her breathing hitched.

When he met her lips she turned the rest of her body so that they were flush against each other. The kiss was needy and passionate. Indy swiped her tongue over his lips and put her arms around him. With one hand, he lightly dragged his nails across her back, making her shiver a little. He grabbed her ass with the other hand and pushed his growing erection against her.

The hand on her back drifted to her bra. Ethan skillfully undid the clasp like he had many times before and they stepped back from each other. She slid it off her arms and onto the floor. He smiled at the fading hickeys on her tits, thinking of last time they were alone. He had beautiful pictures of her chest covered in his cum and the fresh hickeys he’d given her.

They moved towards each other at the same time. Indy immediately reached for his cock while Ethan went for her tits. A small sound escaped her lips when he made contact with her nipples. He brushed his thumbs over them, and they quickly became hard from her arousal.

Indy was already having trouble focusing on stroking him through his shorts. She was getting impatient too. When he started to move to replace one of his hands with his mouth, she stopped him.

“Less clothing,” was all she said before she grabbed the bottom of Ethan’s shirt and discarded it. She went to remove his shorts but he was faster. He undid her button and zipper and pulled down her shorts. Indy was in nothing but a light blue thong.

“Perfect.” Ethan brought a hand down on her ass. She gasped at the unexpected flare of pain.

She didn’t meet his eyes when she whispered “harder.”

“What was that?” he asked, trailing a finger up her neck so she’d look at him.

“Harder,” she said louder.

He slapped her ass again, harder this time like how he knows she likes it. Indy moaned at the sting. She hoped there would be a handprint.

Ethan hooked his thumbs around the top of the flimsy thong and pulled them down around her ankles.

“Should we go somewhere more comfortable?” He gestured around the lara escort kitchen and family room.

“I don’t care,” she breathed. He shouldn’t have expected an actual answer.

Ethan placed a hand on her chest and guided her to the nearest wall. Once she was against it, he gathered her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. Indy pushed against his grip just so he would hold her tighter. He was very close to her, with one hand holding her wrists and the other lazily brushing her inner thigh. She squirmed at the teasing touches.

“You must be horny or something,” he muttered. He knew her body like the back of his hand. She was obviously horny.

“No. I’m not,” she said defEthantly.

“Don’t lie.” The hand on her thigh stopped moving and came to rest between them, but not quite touching her.

Her breathing was very deep and shaky. They stayed like that, neither willing to give up ground. Until Ethan couldn’t resist touching her.

Indy moaned at the contact.

“Seems like you’re horny to me.”

He ran a finger up and down her soaked pussy. He pushed one up inside her and she moaned louder. He pumped out in and out of her a few times before moving to her clit. She twitched. Ethan rubbed her until she was having trouble standing. He withdrew his hand.

“Nice and wet for me.” He held up his glistening finger for her to see. She blushed, but then nearly moaned at the sight of him sucking the wetness off of his finger.

All he gave her was a warning look before he picked her up. Ethan set her down on the edge of the table and gently pushed on her chest again. As she laid back, Ethan knelt on the floor and spread her legs. He held her thighs and gently ran his tongue all the way up her pussy. He did this a few times until he gave in and focused on her clit, making her moan loudly. He was incredibly skilled with his mouth, and Indy was close within minutes.

Ethan repositioned himself to finger her while continuing to go down on her. He was very satisfied with the way her thighs squeezed his head. He picked up the pace, and when her breathing stopped and her back arched he pushed his finger deep inside her. He didn’t stop licking her clit which made Indy twitch through her orgasm.

She sat up once he’d finished making her moan and twitch- for the time being anyway.

“Can I suck your cock?” She asked, already knowing his answer.

“Of course you can baby. You’re delicious by the way,” he winked and stood up.

Indy slid off the table and onto her knees. She pulled off his shorts and underwear in one motion, freeing his hard cock. She stroked him a few times and then licked the head of his cock, all without breaking eye contact. Ethan let out a low groan at the sight. She licked and sucked up and down his shaft and tasted precum on her tongue. When she had as much as his thick cock in her mouth as she could, she moved her tongue around, making him twitch and grab her shoulder for stability.

With his other hand, Ethan pulled her hair so she stopped and met his eyes.

“On all fours,” was his command.

She quickly moved over to the carpeted floor and waited for him to get behind her. He slapped her ass once before burying gebze escort his cock inside deep her with a slow thrust. Indy let out a moan at the familiar feeling of being full of his cock. He stayed still for a little, just enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy. But then she started wiggling her ass against him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He was amused. He slapped her ass again, smiling at the loud sound it made, as well as the small sound she made. Wrapping his hands around her tightly for emphasis, he told her “I’m the one who decides how we fuck.”

Ethan didn’t give her a chance to adjust to him moving inside her. He just fucked the shit out of her.

The moans and gasps coming from Indy were music to his ears. He glanced down at her hands, which were desperately trying to grab the carpet like she always did to his sheets.

He slowed down his pace just a little so he could grope and slap her gorgeous thighs. Her moans got louder.

He kept fucking her, and once he knew she was close he fucked her much harder. He knew she came by the way her breath shuddered and her body twitched.

Once she came down from her high, she pushed back into him in time with his slow thrusts. Her ass met him halfway. She couldn’t get enough of his cock.

Ethan couldn’t resist. He leaned over her body, pinching a nipple with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. The sharp inhale and the way her body writhed under him were very telling. He kept moving his hips all the while, just enjoying the feeling of his cock inside of her tight pussy.

“Ethan-” was all she could get out before she was cut off by her own moans.

“What is it baby?”

“Can I ride you?”

Ethan sharply thrust his hips forward at that, making her whimper.

“Sure.”

He pulled back from her and she almost whined at the loss of him inside her.

He laid on his back and she was above him very quickly. Before she could lower herself onto his cock, he reached out a hand to her pussy. She was dripping wet. Her thighs were shaking on either side of him.

Withdrawing his hand, he let her slide down onto his cock. Fuck, she was wet. Indy put a hand on either side of his head and began to slowly move up and down on his cock. He had the perfect view of her tits, her blissed out face, and his cock sliding into her pussy.

He let her have her fun, then without warning he smacked her ass. She gasped.

“You’re so dirty for me Indy. I can hear how wet you are, just slowly fucking me.”

Just his voice made her pick up the pace.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Feel me deep inside you.”

His hands were on her waist now. Her tits were bouncing with how hard she was fucking herself on him.

“You feel so good baby. You’re so beautiful just riding my cock.”

She wouldn’t last much longer with him talking to get like this. Her moans were very high pitched.

“Cum for me.”

She squeezed the sides of his chest and quivered above him. He slammed her down on his cock, making her grind on him through her orgasm in those little circles. Her hips stopped moving, but then he pushed down on her shoulders, making them both groan with pleasure didim escort at the sensations.

Indy ground on him for a little longer, then they both knew they wanted a change. Ethan gestured back at the table.

He caught her in a kiss once she sat on the edge of the table. She pulled on his lower back, a silent demand for his cock. Instead, he slid his thick cock over her wet pussy. She moaned into his mouth. He moved his mouth to her neck and made her inhale sharply.

Indy wanted a turn, so she held his head in her hands. She licked her way up his neck and lightly pressed kisses to his jaw. She ran her tongue over his lower lip, but that’s when he became tired of playing games. His hips snapped forward and he was in her pussy with ease.

She moaned against his lips before laying back on the table. He moved slowly in and out of her. She was so tight and so wet for him. Being inside her was one of Ethan’s favorite places to be.

She mumbled something between moans.

“What was that?” Ethan asked.

“More,” was all she said.

He obliged. He fucked her and listened to her get louder. There was a ‘thank you’ in there somewhere.

“Do you like that baby?”

“Yes.”

“What am I doing that you like?”

The moment she started to answer he touched her clit, hard. She yelped and twitched.

He repeated the question.

Indy couldn’t answer. She was rendered speechless by the pleasure. He loved it when he could get her like this. As her moans kept rising in pitch he knew she was close. He slowed his hips and lightened the pressure on her clit, holding her just near the edge of her orgasm.

“You don’t get to cum until you answer the question.”

She whimpered.

She gathered herself and told him “Ethan I fucking love having you inside me. I love being full of your cock and having your hands and your body all over me. You feel so so good every time and I just want you to fuck me so I can cum all over your cock.”

He gave her what she wanted. She said his name as she came which only made him thrust harder.

She said after her orgasm, “I want to make you cum now.”

Her pussy was so tight after her four orgasms and felt incredible to him, but he knew how good her mouth would feel. They traded places, with Indy on her knees and Ethan leaning against the table for support.

She immediately sucked his cock into her mouth. She had one hand on the base and he let out a low moan when her other hand touched him elsewhere. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and she looked up at him. It was incredibly hot: the eye contact, her mouth and hands on his cock, and her hickey covered tits.

He took the chance to gather a fistful of hair and pull her head down on his cock. He was so deep down her throat, and he accidentally twitched deeper when she started moving her tongue.

She pulled back to catch her breath and licked her lips, then smiled up at him. She continued to stroke his cock. When he asked, she gripped him tighter.

“Where are you gonna cum?” she asked Ethan innocently.

“Your face and your mouth.”

That answer made Indy pick up the pace. Her hands felt amazing on his cock. She did the whole length, then just the head. She knew he was close when his breathing changed and his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said before he grabbed his cock. She was still on her knees with her mouth open. He came into her mouth and on her cheeks and chin and face. Some even dribbled onto her tits. She swallowed what got into her mouth and wished it was more.

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The story evolves as does my husband. 1 more left in the series.

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Pulling into our driveway just past 2 a.m. I was feeling a little sheepish about stepping back into our home and seeing Mark. After meeting Ginger, Mark and I talked about this follow up night. It was a green light from him and I welcomed it, but we both really didn’t know how it would turn out with me going to visit her with the explicit intent of sex and without knowing what her situation was with her boyfriend. Still, in the weeks that had passed, I was locked into lust mode and Mark, it seemed, wanted nothing more than for me to explore it.

I walk into our home and found Mark on the couch with a sleepy look on his face. I was relieved for his smile and welcoming greeting. Our deal, as always, is that I share everything with him and so I asked if we could move into our bedroom where I could slip into something more comfortable. Even walking down the hall with him near me again I couldn’t tell if I was starting to get nervous or aroused over what I was about to tell him.

I looked in our mirror and was surprised how disheveled I looked. Drinks and sex for a few hours can do that to a girl I guess. My hair was matted and a mess, my makeup was streaked in places, and I’d long lost my panties and bra. From Mark though, his only comment was that I looked like I enjoyed myself. As I started to slowly undress and turn to him and said, “Oh I have had some fun. Do you want me to tell you about it all now?” Mark could only nod. With just my unbuttoned shirt open and my skirt still on I made my way to Mark and slid down his boxers to expose his stiffening cock.

“Ok,” I said, “but let’s remember, you gave me this freedom. This is something I went along with and sometimes you can’t control every turn of the wheel.” Slowly I began to stroke his dick. I felt so powerful at that moment like I had full control, which was the opposite of a night where I’d basically been used. I guess there’s a hierarchy I thought to myself. I was definitely becoming aroused again. With that I told him about the night. I told him how I went to Ginger’s house and we drank whiskey—which I never do. How my new friend is sweet, but also just plain trashy in every way. How I wanted to be with her from the first hello.

I told him that she took complete control over me. She decided when we were going to kiss, when and where we were going to get naked. She controlled everything and started calling me her slutty little cupcake. Her language became more and more vulgar and I was powerless to care about anything else except pleasing her. I told Mark about the way she commanded me to lick her pussy and then to even lick her anus. How she was giving me just the right amount encouragement kocaeli escort while degrading me as she was using me to get her off. I served her for the first hour at least.

Then she told me what a good learner I was and asked if I was ready to get fucked? Catching my breath, I told her to take me any way she wanted. With a hard smack on my ass she rolled off the bed and pulled a strap on harness with a life-like cock attached to it. Ginger started to assemble the harness on her and then told me she was ready to fuck me. She motioned me to approach her on the bed and when I crawled to her we kissed hard and passionately. I felt her lips and tongue, our breasts pressing against each other, and when she reached around me to pull my body into hers by firmly grabbing my ass checks I felt that large black phallic member lodge between my legs. Thrusting her hips I felt it slide over my pussy lips and I became so wanton. I was there begging for her to fuck me like a whore in heat.

By this time Mark’s cock was ready to explode. I had been rubbing his precum over his dick so it was slick and lubricated. He was silent this whole time with only slight moans to break up his nearly panting breath. For whatever reason I stopped touching him. Leaving him without relief. Backing away I stripped the rest of the way and laid on our bed. I began to rub my pussy and expose my hole to Mark. As he started to come to me for more involvement I stopped him cold. I told him I wasn’t finished and I would tell him when I was ready for him. Mark stopped as told and for a moment had a hurt look on his face but then simply asked me to tell him about what happened next. I promised to tell him the rest if he held off from his orgasm. He objected that that wasn’t fair and how he needed to cum just like I did. I told him I understood but I needed him to comply. What I didn’t tell him was that I knew what else happened and I wanted him as horny as possible when he heard about it. With a slight pout Mark complied.

I picked up by telling Mark that I had gone to all fours with Ginger and her strap on pounding me from behind. She kept telling me to take it or ride it or something about how she was loving what a good girl I was with her dick in me. I was dizzy from it all and then I heard someone come into the room. Naturally I jumped out of bed and searched for a way to cover my body when I saw a husky man standing there in the room.

Ginger jumped up as well and went to this stranger and kissed him with a welcoming “Hi hon, glad you’re back greeting.” She introduced me to him as Robbie her boyfriend. I was having a hard time processing it all, but she reminded me by saying “don’t you remember kuşadası escort when I told you my boyfriend would like me fucking you? Don’t worry, Robbie will behave and respect that this is our time, right Robbie?” He started to get undress and said “it’s nice to meet you and yes, I’ll sit in the corner here as you two finish with whatever was going on here. I’ll be as good of a boy as you want me to be, but the way I see it is if you’re fucking my girl then at least I get to watch.” With that he let his semi hard cock pop out as he sat down in a chair a few feet from the bed.

I was flushed with mixed feelings and confused by this startling set of exchanges. But I still hadn’t cum. I wanted more but didn’t know what to do. Ginger solved all of that for me when she came over to me, kissed me hard and told me she wasn’t done with me. She needed to see me cum and told me how beautiful I had been so far tonight. I felt so good with her. I felt so wanted. I felt like I wanted to please her just like she was asking me to do. She sat first back on the bed and then laid on her back. Holding my hand she pulled me onto her and asked me to ride her. I was more than happy to do just that. I pulled a knee up to give her access and then lined up her dick and slid onto it. I held it in me for a moment. It was hard and without a give that you get with a real cock, but as I started pumping up and down it felt perfect.

She returned to her verbal self in quick order. Telling me how good I was as both a pussy licker and now she could see how I liked to take cock too. Then she started to bring Robbie into the conversation. She’d ask “Robbie, do you see this? Do you see what a hot MILF we have to play with? You see how much she wants it, right?” She went on for not too much longer when Robbie stood up and moved to the edge of the bed.

Mark gasped at this moment in the recap. He looked like he might cum without touching himself and I was starting to see little beads of sweat on his brow. Continuing I told him about Robbie, because it was the first time I got a good look at him. There two feet from me I got a good look at this stripper’s boyfriend. I told Mark he was different than you. You’re fit and handsome and I love you as you are, but Robbie was built bigger. Muscular but with a bit of a belly. Mark asked me about his dick, which at that moment I thought was a funny question. But in the spirit of openness I told him that I saw Robbie’s large muscular hand wrapped around a really fat cock. Maybe another inch fatter than Mark’s but not much longer.

I told Mark that Robbie put his dick on Ginger’s head and told her to open her mouth. She leaned back her head and he ran that dick all marmaris escort the way to the hilt down her throat. Robbie started pumping his cock down her gullet while watching me ride her strap on. Since she was silenced Robbie took over the verbal duties, but in a different way. He started telling me that it looked like I was a good whore and that he knew I liked dick. He asked me if I liked his dick. I nodded my approval. He asked me if my husband knew he would be around. I nodded yes. He told me that he knew it all already. Just then he pulled out of Ginger’s gasping precum slathered mouth hole and started to pump his own cock. He went on to say he’s fucked good girls with cuck husbands before. He doesn’t make love, he fills their cunts with a hard fucking and his seed. Looking down at Ginger he asked ‘isn’t that right honey”, to which she couldn’t answer as she was licking his balls.

That thought hadn’t occurred to me. I was just playing some with a girl and my husband was ok with it as a fantasy. But here I was, after being a sub to a stripper, now being fucked by her strap on with her big cock boyfriend basically telling me he was going to fuck me and my husband was going to be accepting of it. I think I started to blackout then. The orgasm had me lose total control and after waves of pleasure so intense it almost hurt I collapsed on top of Ginger’s body.

“That’s right girl. That’s how they all finish up” Ginger said to me. Then I noticed how close I was to Robbie now that I’d collapsed on Ginger. It only took another moment and Robbie warned us to get ready. He started pumping cum on us. Gobs of juice landed on our faces and hair and tits. Just about everywhere and Ginger began to kiss me and lick his seed off of me. Recovering for a moment Robbie chuckled and said, “that’s right. This time you girls clean up, but next time I’ll plant some seed for you to take back to him with.”

I turned to Mark and said, “I didn’t touch him. I didn’t cross the line you and I agreed to, but by circumstance I’m sure I’ve got some sticky spots left on me and these matted hair spots are because of his cum. I never thought about it, but I want to know if there’s truth to what Robbie said. How do you feel about another man using your wife?” Mark didn’t say a word. Instead he came over to me and started to kiss me. Kissing my lips at first and then kissing and licking my neck and body. He was searching for those salty spots and enjoying it just as much as me. I told him to fuck me. I wanted to cum again. Mark slid his cock into my loose and wet hole and as he was pumping he buried his face in the cum soak parts of my hair and kept telling me how hot I was. It didn’t take long for him to unload in me. In fact, I hadn’t finished myself and told him such. Then, my devious mind clicked and I told him he had to make sure I came. I motioned his head down to my freshly fill pussy and somewhere between me rubbing my clit on his face and him cleaning out his creampie I came hard once again. I told him it was going to be good practice for him and with that I rolled over for some sleep.

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The sound of you flipping through all the snow filled channels is getting on my nerves.

For the last several hours, you have gone from watching fuzzy outlines of statewide maps to complete static on the screen. I can tell you are getting more and more worked up about our situation. While it so sweet you care about my safety, I really wish you would understand that we will be fine! I showed you the full pantry… and we have checked the backup generator several times to make sure it will function properly. We have enough LP gas to run the stupid thing from now until New Year’s Eave for crying out loud! All your planning last summer to insulate the pipes will keep the little buggers warm and toasty in the basement so you don’t need to worry about them freezing, and yet here you are: continuing to flip… flip… flip through each channel trying to get a brief glimpse of a weather map showing you what we both already know: It is snowing. It is snowing A LOT. Nope… we won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

As you once again curse the TV and fiddle with connections in the back, I take a deep breath and rest my chin on the soft leather of our couch in our bay window overlooking Whitefish Lake. All of your years of hard work have paid off and we decided to purchase the land and build our dream cabin here.

How you ever got the land permits is beyond me. You toiled for months to make our dream a reality. This place has it all… a mountain railroad out back, an airport nearby, and complete isolation from the outside world – save for a few boating enthusiasts that glide by on the crystal clear water during the summer.

I smile and glance back over to you hunched over the TV, and I can tell your temper is flaring up. Years ago you swore that you would control your temper, but at times like this you are tested. That same laser like focus that enabled us to have a gorgeous place like this, is now going to ruin our alone time together. I know your main concern is about my safety, but this has to stop.

I glance once more out to the fat snowflakes falling down, and guess that we have at least 2 feet of snow so far. The opposite side of the lake has not been visible for quite some time now, and what little sunlight is present is fading fast. I dip my finger in my glass of wine and let the drop of tart liquid fall on my extended tongue. Had you been watching, I know it would have gotten your attention. But no… you are too worried.

I decide to get up and I walk barefoot across the hardwood floor that is heated from below. The warm organic feel beneath my feet is quite the contrast from the blizzard like view I just left. I turn right at the edge of the open kitchen and walk down the long hallway to our bedroom. Passing by the bathroom that I personally designed, I can smell the warm vanilla sugar candles that have been burning for the last several hours.

After several more soft steps I enter our Master Bedroom. The high ceilings and indirect lighting make it feel like a cathedral. I suppose it is a cathedral of sorts. You have always worshipped me and my body since we met so many years ago. This room is just another extension of your passion for me. I reach out and run my fingers along the thick Egyptian cotton comforter on our bed as I go over to my walk in closet. As the doors open to greet me, the scent of cherry wood and lavender fill my nostrils. The soft lighting in the closet display countless items of fine clothing you have purchased for me. Everything is here: from the most wholesome Easter dresses, all the way down to the most sultry corset ensembles that would make a stripper blush. I have worn them all for you, and I look damn good in them all. Tonight however, I have something you know nothing about. I take several steps back into the darkened corner and pull out a box that has a large bow made of thick cloth. I take the box back to our bed and place it carefully within easy reach.

I hear another string of profanities leave your mouth as your tension level rises with the intensity of the storm. I will have to teach that mouth of yours a lesson! I quietly snick the door shut and walk over to our bathroom and turn on the hot water. As steam begins to fill the room, I slowly disrobe and take note of myself in the full length mirror.

While I am no longer a girl by any means, I know you love each and every curve of my womanly figure. The difficult years of our marriage are behind us, and they have taken their toll. A few silver strands in my dark mane of hair attest to our struggles, but you always tell me they are what you love most about my hair. Sometimes when you are relaxed you spread my hair out over the bed and cross your eyes as you gaze upon it like it is some sort of lost treasure. It took me years to understand how you look at me like that, but now… through it all I have learned that deep inside my heart and soul lies your treasure… and it is me.

As hot steam envelopes me, I turn to the side so I can admire my long muscular legs. I have worked izmit escort tirelessly for years to get my ‘young bride’ figure back, and I must say I look damn good. My breasts are heavy and hang just right, my belly is flat with just the right amount of softness for you to lay your head on after we make love. I slowly run my fingers across my nipples and make them stand out for you. You have always been fascinated with them, and I love how you lose all modes of thought when I play with them.

I turn all the way around and look at my ass. It’s not as small as I would like, but you don’t seem to mind. In fact you keep begging me NOT to lose it. I playfully smack my own ass and watch it jiggle in the mirror. The things I do for love! I giggle and proceed to make myself squeaky clean for you.

After my shower I dry off and walk out naked into our expansive room.

The soft light outdoors is nearly gone and the white scenery has been replaced by a bluish cold hue that sends a tingle up my spine. I look down and open the box, smiling at its contents. I pull out each individual piece of clothing and begin to put it on. I know you are a fan of steampunk, and tonight I am going to be your ultimate steampunk fantasy. I string on the white garters and fasten them under my leather vest which lifts my ample cleavage up and out. Even I am impressed with my size, and I know you will soon forget all about this silly snowstorm.

I complete the outfit with a white skirt that hangs loosely on my hips and shows off my taught thighs beneath. As I regard myself in the mirror I almost have pity on you. You are not going to know what hit you when I walk out into the room and show you my goods. As I pack up the box something heavy falls to the floor. I smile as I bend over and look up at myself in the mirror. This riding crop might come in handy if you don’t behave!

I walk out of our bedroom and back up the long hallway to the living room where you are intently staring at the snow on the TV screen. The wind outside is howling, but our home is nice and warm thanks to the huge fireplace and boiler system you insisted on installing for dealing with the weather in the mountains.

I coyly lean against the door opening and lift my arms above my head in a fake stretch. Even with all the reflections in the dark windows you do not notice me. I clear my throat noisily – and you STILL don’t notice.

Anger builds inside me, and the flood of emotion stokes my passion for you. I reach across the thin material of my white bodice and start to stroke my nipples… making them hard so they stand out from my shirt. I once again clear my throat, and you ask me if I am ok without even looking over your shoulder.

The woman of your dreams is practically throwing herself at you and you don’t even bother to turn around and see! Another flame of passion washes over me and I take 3 long steps across the hardwood floor and whack your bottom hard with my riding crop. You jump in surprise and hit your head on the bottom of the banister that is above the TV. It must weigh hundreds of pounds, but even so it seems to jump with the impact of your head.

You spin around in anger asking me what the heck I did that for, and your words get caught in your mouth like a train wreck. They pile up and fall off the tracks as your mouth hangs open while you stare at me.

Now that I have your full attention I give you my best pouty lip and ask if your head is ok. You are rubbing it furiously but your anger at my outburst has completely disappeared as you stare at my hardening nipples. I take your head gently in both of my hands and tilt your head down so I can look at your boo boo. I arch my back so my breasts lift up to your eyes. I know you are staring at them, and I know you are mentally peeling off my clothes. The feeling of having my man of many years still in total awe of my body is like a drug… and I can’t get enough.

I feel your hands running up side from my hips to my chest and I know you so badly want to feel my breasts. My breath quickens under your touch. Your fingers catch on each of the leather buckles of my corset and you try to stammer out words of admiration for my new look. Just as your hands reach the bottom of my breasts I quickly turn away and look at you over my shoulder. My long hair hide half of my face, but you clearly see the ‘come hither’ look I am giving you.

I slowly walk over to the picture window taking in my reflection as I lead you like a puppy dog. I pretend to look out into the darkness at the raging snowstorm and ask you a few meaningless questions about how much snow we will get. I know that I totally have you wrapped around my finger when you don’t even manage to produce an answer. Instead you are slowly wrapping your strong arms around my waist and breathing in the scent of my hair.

You always have had a weakness for my long hair and over the years I have taken exquisite care of it. You always used to say ‘spare no bodrum escort expense’ and I took you at your word. Now you are like helpless bug caught in my web as you stand there pressing your hips against my bottom while burying your nose in my luscious mane.

I push my bottom out to meet your hips, and I slowly start to sway back and forth as I take your powerful hands in mine. I can feel you tense as I create the perfect amount of friction between us. I take another look outside to the fat snowflakes visible in the light of the window, and I ask once again how much snow you think we will get.

This time you actually murmur something into my neck but I can’t tell what you said. I do know exactly what you are thinking however, because I feel the familiar bulge in your pants that is growing larger by the second.

I break contact with you for just a second, and listen to your tepid whine. You poor baby! I reassure you I am not going anywhere as I plant my tight ass cheeks directly on either side of your manhood and grind myself into you.

The moan that leaves your lips goes straight into my neck and down my spine straight into my pussy. Your arms clamp down on me tightly as I continue to sway back and forth. I can feel your hand once again tracing up my ribs on the way to my breasts which are about to burst from not being touched yet. I tell you to be a good boy and guide your hand back down to my hips, and I turn to kiss you gently. You growl in frustration and I smile from ear to ear. I tell you an old proverb about good things happening to those who wait and you growl even more.

I break away entirely to take you in from head to toe. My my… you need some work. You are standing there with your classic superhero t-shirt I bought you last Christmas, and it is not centered on your body thanks to your constant fussing with the TV. I trace down your belly and then act surprised when I see your flannel pajama bottoms sticking out thanks to your impressive tent pole.

I ask what that’s all about, and you just give me that smile that drives me wild. As we play our little game, the sparkle in your eye is what I live for. I ask if you like what you see, as I cock my hips to the side and place my hands on them. I turn from side to side giving you a good view of everything and you react with each move I make as I present myself to you.

I tell you all about how it is steam punk and when I bought it this fall, but you are not truly listening. You are totally focused on my cleavage and my nipples that are desperately trying to poke through the cloth covering them. Naughty boy! Just as you are once again about to reach out and grab hold of your prizes, I bring my riding crop up under your chin until we make eye contact. I tell you to behave and listen to me… and you willingly obey. Once I am convinced you are worthy once again I lower my riding crop and tell you I would like a drink.

I giggle inside as I take my seat back on my favorite couch, and I watch your cute little butt run off to the kitchen. You are still sporting a massive erection that is leading your way as you leave the room. I am so flattered that after all these years of marriage you still are like a grade school boy seeing his first nudie magazine. I bet I could give you an orgasm just by whispering in your ear, and I resolve that sometime I will do just that.

My contemplative mood is broken as you are suddenly standing beside me with drinks in hand and sadly, my little soldier in your pants is starting to fade away. We can’t have that! I know you love the tease, so I slowly lean across the couch and create an enormous amount of tension in the fabric covering my breasts. I know that I am showing off almost everything just above my nipples by the fact that your eyes almost pop out of your skull. As you stare, I plant a long noisy kiss right onto the little solider who springs up from his nap. I look up at you and give my sexiest smile, and tell you not to spill the drinks on the floor. You obey me… barely.

I take my drink from your hand and sit back demurely on the couch and pat the seat next to me. You sit down abruptly and once again nearly spill my drink. You poor thing… you so desperately want to see my breasts don’t you? I tell you to listen carefully as I give you the instructions needed to have proper clearance for accessing my glorious mounds of flesh.

I tell you to go take a shower and get cleaned up. Then you need to put those boxers on that I am such a fan of. Then you need to sit in the easy chair directly across from me no matter how badly you want to do otherwise. I ask if you understand as I gracefully place my wineglass on the table next to me.

You nod your head and I give you a show to die for as I place my hands on either side of my breasts and squeeze them up and to the center for you. Just when I think you can’t take any more, I bring my long manicured nails up to my nipples and gently pull on each one. I instruct alanya escort you to go, and you obey once more.

As you stand to leave, you jerk slightly down as your erection is caught in your pant leg. I give you my best pout and motion you off to the bedroom to get cleaned up. I watch you leave the room and smile above my wine glass as I take a long sultry sip.

Once I am sure the shower is running and you cannot hear anything I flip the TV over from the antenna to the media server, and I pull up one of our favorite porn movies. The plot is thin, and the acting is horrible, but the imagery gets me going and I know it does for you too.

Tonight however you are going to get a double dose. I watch the screen as two women passionately kiss each other. Watching the women kiss and fondle their breasts begins to turn me on. The soft music and the moans of passion heat up the room as I watch. I spread my legs in a most slutty fashion and begin to gently rub myself from side to side.

When you come back into the room and see this you will probably cum in your plants right then and there. As the two women continue to caress each other I tilt my head back and feel the weight of my hair fall off the side of the couch armrest. The sensation between my legs is building and I need you inside me in the worst possible way. I re-position myself in a comfortable corner and look down once again at the screen where a young boy has joined the two women. He is much more slender than you, and not nearly as muscular. He does however have a long cock and the two girls are working furiously on it.

I watch as one tries to take the boy’s length into her mouth while the other girl licks his balls. Instinctively my mouth opens and I place my free hand’s index finger in my mouth as imagine it is your cock. I am totally turned on now, and want to cum, but I recompose myself when I hear the shower turn off.

I keep the volume on as I hear your bare feet pad up the hallway into the living room. I still have my legs spread wide, and I am still rubbing myself as I see you come into view. The look on your face is priceless. You are completely stunned. I can tell you are a mix of emotions ranging from wanting to laugh, and to wanting to fuck.

I raise my eyebrows at you and motion towards the seat across from me, and you obey without much hesitation. As you sit, I catch a glimpse of your cock through the opening at the front of your boxers. I can just imagine how it will feel sliding down the back of my throat. The veins on its side pulsing with each of your powerful heat beats… the quiver of your legs as I take your entire thick length down my throat…

I realize that my masturbation is about to make me cum as I fantasize about your cock and I once again make eye contact with you. You are staring at me, and don’t even care about the movie on the screen beside you. You are totally 100% enthralled with me, and I know I deserve it.

I take my long pointed tongue and trace the outline of my upper lip as I continue to rub my pussy. I close my eyes and can feel your eyes burning like lasers on my hand as I furiously work my clit to a near climax. When I regard you once again you are starting to stand up, and I scold you for being naughty. I tell you to watch the movie and you sheepishly turn your head to the screen.

The two girls are still kissing each other but the young stud is furiously pounding the girl closest to him. His cock disappears into her pussy and his ball slap her clit with impressive force. All 3 of them are screaming in passion now, and it creates a need for me to trace the outline of my erect nipple through my shirt. You are still looking at the screen as I clear my throat, and your head snaps to attention at my beckoning.

Your eyes go wide as I track around and around my nipples one at a time. I slowly pull my shirt lose from the leather corset below and show you the bottom of my bare breasts just below my nipples. You once again try to stand, and I lower my shirt back down completely covering my breasts. You poor thing! I am being so mean, but I know you love it!

Once you are fully seated like a good boy, I lift the shirt completely over my breasts exposing them to the room and any woodland creatures outside who may be trying to find shelter from the raging snowstorm outside. The feeling of the hard leather against my soft flesh makes me feel empowered. Tonight I am in control of you in every way possible.

I look back at the TV to see the young stud pull his glistening cock from the pussy of one of the girls, and then they both quickly kneel before him. He frantically works his long cock up and down in nearly a blur, until he freezes and begins to jet ropes of sperm across their willing faces. Their outstretched tongues are covered with the sticky goo, and it drips down to their breasts. I know you are a huge fan of cumshots, but you can’t stop staring at my breast and my pussy as I continue to keep myself on the cusp of an orgasm.

The site of the girls kissing with their faces covered in sperm pushes me over the edge and I motion for you to come forward. Before you can even stand, my body begins to shudder as my fingers work their magic on my pussy, and I cum for the first time of the night. I close my eyes as the wave of passion wash over me one after another.

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My unofficial job title is towel lady. Not very glamorous, but it pays the bills. I just started at LA Fitness this week. The best part of my job is stocking the towels in the men’s locker room.

I work with a lot of middle-aged Mexican women. They all dress in the same thing, loose fitting white pants and a white smock. Well this Colombian towel lady is changing things up. I’m wearing white denim shorts and a white, very fitted v-neck t-shirt. My 40C breasts are straining against my shirt. My bra has just enough padding to push them up and together to form some nice cleavage. I know the other ladies don’t like the way I dress but I don’t like the way they dress either so we’re even.

You just finished your workout and are in the shower when I get into the locker room. I’ve been distracted by a guy that’s trying to pick me up and won’t take no for an answer. I finally convince him that he has no chance and he walks away dejected.

I turn with my arms full of towels and walk to the rack to put them up. As I’m putting the towels away you walk up to me dripping wet, butt naked and take a towel from the stack in my arms. I have seen lots of wet, naked men since I started working here but there is something about you that just stops me in my tracks. It could be the muscular chest and arms, the rock hard legs. But what I think catches my eye is the huge cock swinging between your legs. I can’t help myself, I’m staring at the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. As I bite down on my lip you hear me moaning.

You see that I’m liking what I see. “Put the towels up and follow me.” you say. I put them fethiye escort on the rack and follow you into the back room. “What’s your name?”

“Esmeralda Villalobos.”

“Esmeralda? That’s a very exotic name. I like it. I’m Donald.” I just can’t stop looking at your cock. “Do you like this?” you ask as you stroke your shaft.

“Si.”

“Do you want it?”

“Si.”

You stand in front of me and put your hands on my breasts. You slip your hands in my bra and roll my nipples in your fingers. You can feel my heart beating fast. I reach out and take your cock in my hands. You kiss my cleavage and pull one of my breasts out of my bra to suck my nipple.

As you play with my breasts I stroke your cock and it starts getting hard. We both are breathing harder. You reach down and unzip my shorts. They are tight enough that you have to tug on them to get them over my hips. You take the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. You step back and look at me. “Esmeralda, you have a very sexy body.” I feel my face get warm from the blush spreading over it.

Your cock is throbbing against your stomach. You pull me to you and kiss me hard. My tongue finds its way into your mouth. You drop one hand down to my crotch and you start rubbing my clit through my panties. They are already wet. I’m moaning loudly and the only thing that keeps anyone from hearing me are the washing machines in the room. I reach for your cock again. I want to suck your magnificent member but when I try to kneel in front of you you pull me up. “Not yet Esmeralda.”

You gebze escort pull my panties off, pick me up and set me on the edge of one of the washers. You spread my legs and look at my wet pussy. You slip 2 fingers inside me. I close my eyes and bite my lip. Your fingers slide in and out of my wet, tight pussy. The washer is in the spin cycle and I can feel the vibration in my pussy. I’m getting wetter.

As the fingers of one hand slide in and out of my pussy, you are rubbing my clit with the other. I throw my head back and cry out, “Ay Dios Mio! Donald I’m cuming!” Your fingers are moving in and out faster and harder and my clit is a hard button under your touch. I let out one last moan and you feel my pussy tighten on your fingers as I cum.

I slide off the washer and stand in front of you. I put my arms around you and pull you close to me. I can feel your enormous cock pressing against me. We kiss roughly and I press harder against your cock, rubbing it between your stomach and mine.

“Now Esmeralda, now you can suck it.” I kneel on a stack of towels in front of you. At first I just kneel there and look at your cock.

I look up at you and smile. “It is so big Don, I’m not sure I can take it all but I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I can ask.”

I lean in and lick you from base to tip. “Mmmm.” My hand grips the base of your throbbing member as my lips part and slide over your cock. As my mouth moves down on your shaft, my hand moves up. I try to go slowly but I have never had such a big cock in my mouth and konyaaltı escort I am very excited. I have one hand on your cock and the other is caressing your ass.

You have your balls in one hand, gently massaging them as I suck you faster and faster. You thrust your cock deep into my mouth. As I’m sucking you I am moaning. I feel like I could cum again without any stimulation to my pussy or clit. You hold my head as you growl and moan. I glance up at you and your eyes are closed and you are playing with my hair. You grip my shoulder with one hand and let out a loud grunt as you shove your cock down my throat and cum.

Just as you pull your cock out of my mouth there is a noise from the doorway. We both look and see one of the other ladies turning around and walking out of the room. I look at you and wink.

Your cock is still hard and throbbing. You help me up then turn me around. You bend me over the counter and slam your cock into my pussy. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before Esmeralda. Does that sound good to you?”

“Oh yes, Donald, fuck me!” Your cock is almost too big for me, almost but not quite. With each slam of your cock into me I moan, louder and louder.

You fuck me harder and faster. You weave your hands into my hair and pull my head back and kiss my neck. “I’m going to cum in your sweet, tight pussy.” I can feel your body tense.

“I’m ready Donald. I’m ready to have you shoot your hot love juices into me.” You thrust deep into me one last time and your body quivers against mine as we cum together.

I turn around and put my arms around your neck. “I think I might like this towel lady job.” I kiss you passionately. You tell me you need to take another shower now and ask if I want to join you. So off we go to lather each other up in the shower. I have appointed myself your personal towel girl. Three times a week I have a new, clean towel waiting for you in the back room.

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“What do you see?” Tasmin asked. Always that question, their little game. The question that she and she alone would be allowed to ask.

In the darkness, she asked him. When the night had fallen and the curtains were closed. When no light seeped in, not even the faintest of difference between shadow and deeper shadow were visible in those late hours, when the brain readjust and the natural night vision takes over. This was complete and utter darkness. But not of the scary kind, that makes you wonder what horrors lies hidden. No, this was the chosen darkness in the safety and privacy of his home, where no dangers loomed and he, Joel, was in control. His home, his bed, her chosen darkness.

In that darkness, they were equal. No that was wrong. In darkness, he was miles ahead of her. That was their game, darkness, and what he could see.

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“Blind? What do you mean he is blind?”

Tina could be like that sometimes. They had been best friends since kindergarten, and they still, trough adolescence, teenage years and growing into full blooming women, shared all things that mattered with each other. Whenever there was a new crush in the hemisphere, trouble in their families, hopes, dreams or love on the agenda, they turned to each other. When it came to boys, and later, when the teenage years was left behind them, men, Tina had always been the wild one. She made out with guys before Tasmin, from her strict patriarchal family background, even knew quite what that meant. Tina went on with breaking far more young hearts than Tasmin, wearing the more revealing outfits, letting the boys go further, and finally winning the race towards the lost virginity with over a year.

Now however, Tina was the shocked one.

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe I mean that he’s blind?” Tasmin replied.

“You’re really serious? You mean, sunglasses, white cane, Stevie Wonder kind of blind?”

“Is there any other kind? Well, he doesn’t use any cane. He has Hillay.”

“Wife?”

“Dog. Named after Clinton. They are both real bitches sometimes, and have some experience in leading around helpless men.”

The coffeshop was almost empty, the place was large, and little secluded niches gave them pretty good privacy. This was where Tamin and Tina always went to discuss matters like this. Tina peered at her best friend over the foam of her grande latte with a suspicious glare.

“You know this film? With Val Kilmer, and whatshernamenowagain… Mira something…”

“Sovrino?” Tasmin replied. “Blind guy, career woman, mushy romance, miracle operation…”

“That’s the one!”

“Never saw it.” Tasmin said and took a sip. It was something called a moccachino this time. It tasted like cocoa with one drop of coffee in it for good measures. “I don’t like Val Kilmer. A refridgerator can act better than that guy.”

“Who cares if he can act? He can poke me with his cane any time. But why are we talking about that? We should talk about you now. Tasmin, are you sure about this? I mean the guy is handicapped! Do you know what you are getting yourself into?”

“Oh, come on! He is a perfectly normal guy! Blind people live quite regular lives these days you know.”

“All right, all right. So, tell me all about it. Who is this wonder boy?”

“His name,” Tasmin said, with a content little sigh. “is Joel.”

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She sat there, naked, on her knees, in the middle of the bed. Her hands resting on her thighs, her back straight, attentive, and her lips parted in apprehensive breathing. Her eyes were open, stared out into complete darkness. She could feel him shift around, moving beside and behind her. She repeated the question.

“Joel, what do you see?”

Then, a hand brushed past her shoulder, came to rest on her back, and instantly began to slide, ever so slow, lara escort with the sweet sensation on skin against skin, up towards her neck.

“I see you.” came the reply, and as the hand slided up to the fallen locks a feet below her shoulders, “I see your hair.” Fingers played with the edges of her long, wavy hair. “It’s different. More airy. Lighter. What have you done with it?”

“It’s a new shampoo. Makes it fluffier. Do you like it?”

“I love it. It…looks bigger.”

“Very good. What else do you see?”

Five fingers lingered on her back while five other reached her shoulder, and over to her neck, ticking fingertips down front to her slowly heaving chest.

“You’re tense, Min.” Joel said. “I see your shoulders crouch, and your neck, it’s strained.”

Of course she was tense. She was strung like a bow, not wanting to end the game, wanting this tender torture to go on in darkness forever. And still knowing what lay ahead, longing for it with every bone in her body.

“I’m sorry…” she started, but was interrupted by his amused voice.

“Don’t apologise. Don’t be sorry. I’ll take care of that, soon. Now, don’t move. I’m not done looking at you.”

She stayed still. It was hard not to move, not to extend her own arms in search of shape, skin, him. But somehow she managed, and his fingers moved on. One hand slided down into the valley between her breasts, and the other followed the same path down along her spine. It soon caught up with a trickling bead of sweat, and Joel stopped.

“I see you glitter.” he murmured. She felt his mouth on the back of her shoulder and his tongue taking a long lick off her skin. “You glitter of sweat all over.”

“So warm outside today…” Tasmin whispered. “Can’t help it.”

“I love it. It looks good on you.”

His hands continued down, slippery from that thin film of perspiration, down to the crack of her ass and to the softness of her crotch. He lingered there, knowing that there was nothing that Tasmin would want more than to have him continue down.

“Mmm…” she moaned, frustrated, but knowing fully what was expected of her. “What do you see now?”

“You’re closing your eyes, you have that sweet little frown in your face. You don’t know what to do with your hands. Maybe your jaw is trembling. Something is.”

All those things he sensed, or knew about her already. All Tasmin could do was to utter an affirmative moan to every observation, until Joel was satisfied with the answers, and his hands started moving, ever so slowly down to her pussy and ass crack. As his fingers came in contact with her pussy lips and slid in between her buttocks, Tasmin allowed herself to move her hands and placed them on his hips. She could feel his erect cock resting on her ass, and she reached up to caress it.

“Stop that.” Joel murmured, and abandoned his hand exploring her ass, and used it to place Tasmin’s hands on her breasts. “Take care of those instead.” Then, with a kiss on her neck and a nibble on her earlobe; “I’m just looking.”

But he did not just look, his hands began to slowly caress the outside of her pussy, the clit, the inside of her thighs and rubbing her sensitive skin from her ass, down and under to her pussy lips. She gave in to the soft massage and leaned her body back on his, kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingertips. Joel inserted a finger into her pussy, then another, and eased them into her, rubbing against the upper wall of her cunt. His thumb rested on the knob of her clit, and he began to fuck in and out, slow at first, but then faster and faster. Tasmin grunted in pleasure and threw her head back. Joel kissed, licked and sucked her neck and shoulders, then up to her ear, and finally found her mouth as she stretched her head back even further. His gebze escort lips locked to hers, and in the same rhythm as his fingers, he probed her mouth with his tongue.

Tasmin felt it quite suddenly, that telltale surge of an impending climax, and then her body exploded in an intense, rapid rush of pleasure. Her back arched and her lungs exhaled in a primal moaning scream. Then, as fast as it had come, the orgasm subsided, her breath and back relaxed, and she leaned back on Joel.

“Thank you.” she murmured. “That was wonderful.”

Still, the game went on. “So…what do you see now?”

Joel laughed softly. “I see… now what do I see? I see that you are ready.”

“Yes. I’m ready. After that, I’ll do anything for you. How do you want me?”

“On all four, baby.” Joel said, and Tasmin gladly followed his instructions. His hands traced her full length, from her feet to her shoulders and back. “God, you look sexy. Especially standing like that.”

There was no further warning. A poking cockhead, a slight pressure, and her cunt was eagerly accommodating the invading meat. He pushed slowly, until the full length of his cock was inside.

There was nothing else, just his body above and behind hers, his hands on her thighs, her tits, everywhere and anywhere, him sliding in and out, in and out, fast, slow, fast, faster, slow again, forever it seemed. There was plenty of time, he didn’t reach for that peak, but just made the most out of the moment, prolonging it as much as he could. Tasmin rode that wave, conscious only on a certain level, her hearing obscured by the pounding of her own heart, everything but that cock sliding, filling, fucking forever faded away, further and further. She felt the ripples of pleasure running through her body with each thrust, each pinch on a nipple, each kiss on her neck, until she was carried, almost casually, over that threshold, and a softer, longer and warmer kind of orgasm than the one she had before washed over her. She gave up a long, wordless moan, her legs and arms gave up supporting her, and she sank down into the mattress, spent, exhausted, completely satisfied.

That was Joel’s cue, and he ground his himself against her still upturned ass, and thrust his cock as deep into her as possible, faster, harder into her welcoming, still from afterglow contracting cunt. The force of this new assault, combined with one hand now massaging her clit, once again ignited the heat between Tasmin’s legs, and although she was physically shaky, she managed to raise herself on her elbows, and began thrusting back. For a minute they drove their bodies against one another, not a word, not a grunt, just their rapid breathing, and the wet slapping sound of sweaty skin colliding. Until finally, Tasmin felt Joel freeze up and shoot his semen deep into her with with a few loud gasps and throbbing spasms that sent intense waves of pleasure up her body and down into her legs. Tasmin squeezed at the hard, hot cock, felt Joel’s fingers almost forcefully pinch and twist her clit, and her own fingers on her nipples. It was too much, and once again she trembled in orgasm. She collapsed headlong on the bed, and Joel pulled out of her. He laid down beside her and lovingly stroked her sticky hair and sweaty arms.

Tasmin was out of breath. She could barely speak, but here was one more thing. The game was not over, not quite yet.

“Wh… what do you see now.” she breathed.

Joel’s reply was equally muted and breathless, but in Tamin’s minds it rang like a siren.

“You, Tasmin. I see you. All of you. And you are beautiful. So beautiful…”

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Tina was just staring now, straight out into the air with a fascinated grin on her face.

“You lucky bitch. You fucking, lucky girl. That sounds just awesome.”

“Tina, didim escort you’re drooling. Pull up that jaw, or people will start to think I’m your nurse or something.” Tasmin replied dryly.

Inside she was swooning. Her whole adult life so far had been about her listening to Tina yapping on about her escapades. Finally she had her speechless. She had a very special man, a doorway to more intense delight than her friend could imagine. What she had told Tina just now was just the technicalities. What she and Joel really experienced together, she had no words for.

“So, you’re blind…he’s blind, and then he takes you. Fucks you in complete darkness?”

“I’m telling you, all I have left is what I can feel. All I have is his touch, and what he says. Sometimes…” she said, then hesitated, and Tina leaned forward, urging her on.

“Sometimes what?”

“Sometimes, it’s more than that too. I take this.” Tasmin said and pulled up a small MP3 player, one of those that you wear around your neck when working out, from under her sweater. She dangled it in front of Tina’s still kind of silly face. “He gave me this. Sometimes when we do it, I put it on and turn up the volume. Then I don’t hear anything either. That’s when it’s me that is missing a sense.”

“Wow! I just got to try that some day. I mean, the guy don’t have to be blind, right? He could be any guy, and it would still be the same when it’s dark, right?”

She didn’t understand. Not completely. Tasmin didn’t expect her to either.

“Yes.” she replied absently. “Right.”

But her mind was already gone, tracing days and weeks back to that steamy, warm summer afternoon that she would never forget.

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“Hey.” Joel had said that day, that first day, Hey. He always started conversations like that, as if it was just a passing thought. “Tasmin? I just thought of something.”

They were sprawled out on the sofa in his apartment, her head in his lap. She read a book, he listened to the news. Tasmin loved those quiet moments, where they both could just not give a damn, and relax.

“You said you wished I could see you…” Joel began, and Tasmin shot up from his lap.

“I know, that was dumb. I say dumb things all the time, you should know that by now.”

“Oh, I know all right, and that’s ok. But listen, I have an idea.”

“Huh?”

“Come. Just come with me.”

“What is this?”

Joel laughed. “Will you stop asking silly questions and just do what you’re told, woman?” he chided her. Tasmin tried in vain to stifle a laughter.

“Sir, yes sir!” she said, or tried to, through a giggling fit.

“You know, you’d make a terrible soldier.” He laughed while he lead her by the hand into his bedroom.

“Now,” he said, his voice suddenly serious. “Take off your clothes, please.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. “…and get on the bed.” She flung herself headlong over the sheets. “In the middle. Sit up straight. No, sit on your knees.” He walked over to the windows, closed the shaders, pulled shut drapes and curtains. “Are you there now?” he said over his shoulder.

“Yes. Joel what are you trying to…”

“Ssh. You’ll see.” He walked over to the door to the livingroom, closed it and flipped a switch on the wall. The only lightbulb still on flickered and died.

Darkness, complete and utter darkness. The drapes and curtains didn’t let any daylight in, and nothing seeped through form the rest of the apartment either. Tasmin could hear him undress behind her. The clink of a belt, the rustle of clothes. Then the light creaking of springs and the shifting of weight as he entered the bed to sit right behind her.

“Now, ask me.” His voice was close to her ear, calm, quiet, but not whispering.

“Ask you what?”

Fingertips on her back. Warm breath right behind her neck. Close, so close she could almost feel the warmth of his body. And that request. The first time. Those words.

“Ask me…what I see.”

Author’s notes: I hope you enjoyed this little story. Thanks to Janice for knowing alot, Petri for the darkness, and Lin for constant supply of coffee.

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“Don’t you want to fuck me too?”

The 18-year-old babysitter’s words echoed in my mind in the next few days at my soulless office, which was lit in a permanent florescent noonday glow. The night after she gave me the blowjob, I paid Kristine for her time babysitting, and told her to go home. As much as I wanted to take her up to my bedroom and have my way with her, I simply couldn’t risk the fact that my son might hear us.

After his mother’s passing Luke had had trouble at school. Not acting out, really, more like the opposite. He withdrew and stayed alone on the playground. A teacher found him sitting in the sandbox where the younger children play, quietly sifting the sand through his hands, staring into the dust it stirred up when it hit the ground.

“It’s like he’s having an existential crisis, and he’s only ten,” Mrs. Lehmann, the school counselor, told me. She didn’t know if this was normal behavior for children who had lost parents. She didn’t have any recommendations, except that I keep an eye on him and try to get him to talk about his feelings, which I did anyway. Her eyes were visibly moist, and when she talked about the teacher finding Luke alone with the sand she even seemed to suppress a sob.

I didn’t know if it was normal for counselors to be unable to control their emotions, and I decided it didn’t matter. I had a hard time myself sometimes.

For this reason and many others, I decided I could not see Kristine again. The moments of lust that we had shared for time that she was stretched across my lap and while she sucked my cock had been a welcome change from the constant drudgery of my life after my wife’s death, which consisted of the gym, office and home. I loved my son and I loved every moment that I was able to spend with him, but I sorely missed my wife’s touch. For the first few months after her passing, I couldn’t be aroused by anything.

I even tried sleeping with a friend of my wife’s who had more or less thrown herself at me during the funeral. She was a quite attractive 40-year-old mother of two who was in great shape from her job teaching bikram yoga. We fucked for almost an hour in a variety of positions until I had to admit to her that I couldn’t feel anything and was never going to cum. She never called me back afterwards, even though she assured me that she understood. I went months without even thinking about sex. Kristine had been the first to change this.

After my decision not to see Kristine anymore, I had to hire a new babysitter. I really disliked the process. Mike, my poker buddy, vipsevgilim.com had recommended Kristine to me because his oldest daughter was a classmate of hers. I couldn’t ask him for another recommendation without telling him about our encounter. I went through the process of placing ads. I knew that I was going to have to explain to Luke at some point why Kristine wasn’t coming back, so I stayed around the house for the next several weeks and did without seeing my friends or any kind of adult contact outside of work.

In the meantime, several calls came from local girls who wanted to babysit. I interviewed three of them, but they all seemed immature. I considered hiring a 19-year-old college student named Katie who seemed responsible enough, but when she mentioned her boyfriend I couldn’t help but flash back to the night I saw Kristine giving head to her friend from school, and so I told her I’d think it over, but I never called her back. I couldn’t risk hiring a slutty sitter for a second time.

Finally, I ran into an older woman from the church we used to go to who offered to sit for Luke anytime that I wanted to go out. She told me that her daughter, recently divorced, was ready to date again. Thinking I should take my mind off of Kristine, I decided to take the woman up on her offer, and to give her daughter a call as well.

Her daughter’s name was Mara, she was 28 years old, and she worked in human resources for a local company but was passionate about writing. I had no idea what this particular combination of qualities would add up to in person.

She was obviously expecting my call, so we moved past the formalities quickly and arranged to meet at a local TGI Fridays. I was afraid my choice of restaurant would insult her writerly pretensions but we both lived nearby and the closest non-chain restaurant was an hour in every direction.

As Friday approached, I was nervous about the date, but not for the normal reasons. I was afraid of disappointing Mara because of my general apathy; I was afraid she would feel like I was using her as a foothold on my way out of my pit of despair.

She was already at the bar when I arrived. I recognized her from the pictures we had exchanged via e-mail. She had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a sympathetic face. Thankfully she was slim, which was by no means something that goes without saying the in Midwestern united states. I was relieved to see her drinking beer, and a Samuel Adams at that, which spoke volumes for our potential future compatibility. biristanbulmasali.com

We sat at a booth and ordered an appetizer, an assortment of small bits of food, each of which had lost its individual particularities of appearance and flavor during its trip through the deep fryer. I was relieved to discover that Mara was not a vegan.

After the appetizer, our beers were almost empty. Now was the time to decide whether or not we would have a second drink. Mara had proven herself to be an engaging conversationalist. She had worked for newspapers, had lived abroad, and had taken the job in the HR firm as a way to save money before launching a career as a freelancer. I was pleasantly surprised.

As we asked the waitress for another round, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. Thinking it might be from Mara’s mom who was sitting for Luke, I excused myself quickly and took it out to read it. I was completely unprepared for what it said:

“Hi Mr Richards. So you decided to come see me at my new job? I’ll meet you in the men’s room in 5 min. – Kristine.”

“Everything ok?” asked Mara as I stared at the screen.

“Yeah. Yeah everything’s fine. It’s the phone company telling me they’re going to deduct my bill for this month,” I said.

I tried to smile as if nothing had happened. On the one had I was angry that Kristine was trying to ruin my date with Mara, but on the other hand, I couldn’t forget the image of my spunk coating her beautiful teen face and her licking it up with gusto. In the end, my cock made the decision for me.

“Could you excuse me for a second?” I asked, “I have to go to the restroom.”

The men’s room was handicapped-accessible, that is, it was a large room with no stalls and a lock on the door. A few seconds after I went in, I heard a faint knock. My heart pounded as I turned the knob and Kristine bounded in, her perky breasts poking out from under her unflattering TGI Friday’s uniform. She turned quickly to lock the door behind her then jumped up to give me a peck on the cheek.

“Happy to see me Mr Richards?” she asked.

“Surprised is more like it.”

“But you’re a little happy?”

“Part of me is happy.”

“What part is that Mr Richards?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

She dropped to her knees and slowly unbuttoned her shirt to expose her ample cleavage. This time, her bra was black. She looked up at me playfully as she unzipped my pants.

“Are you sure your girlfriend won’t mind?”

“Are you sure your boyfriend manitam.net won’t mind?”

“We broke up.”

I gasped as she took my cock in her mouth.

“What happened?”

She bobbed up and down for a moment before coming up for air.

“He caught me sucking his friend’s cock in the school parking lot.”

“Imagine that,” I said, watching my cock disappear between her thick, full lips.

“I guess my secret’s out,” she said, taking my rock hard cock out of her mouth, standing up and pulling down her uniform pants.

“Oh?” I asked, stroking my cock as she pulled down her black thong panties and leaned forward to support herself against the wall.

“I’m a total slut,” she said, taking my cock in one hand and guiding it into her moist pussy.

“Mmm,” I said, savoring the first thrust inside her, “you certainly are, aren’t you?”

I began to fuck her like I hadn’t fucked anyone before but my wife. I started out slow, then sped up, then slowed down again. I twisted my hips and Kristine moaned as my cock stroked unknown pleasure points inside her pussy. I reached around and teased her clit with my fingers. I slapped her ass so hard I left a big red handprint on it. I was so lost in the moment I almost forgot I was on a date and that Mara was waiting for me at the table.

“Cum for me you little slut,” I said as I sped up.

“Oh yes,” she cried, “Your cock feels so good.”

“Tell me you want it.”

“Oh yes Mr Richards. I want your cock.”

“Yell it. Scream it so they can hear you outside.”

“GIVE ME YOUR COCK MR RICHARDS,” she screamed.

“Yes, take it you little whore,” I said, fucking her harder and slapping her ass.

“OH PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEASE.”

She came hard on my cock, her inner muscles trembling in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” I announced, speeding up.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, coming down from her orgasm, “fill up my pussy with your cum.”

I came in a hard burst, shooting stream after stream of hot cum into her tight 18-year-old pussy. After I had loosed the last volley, I pulled out and caught my breath. To my surprise, Kristine turned around, got on her knees, and sucked the last few drops of cum from my cock. Then she smiled up at me and said “You can go back to your girlfriend now. I hope she doesn’t smell my pussy on you when you fuck her later tonight.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I said, zipping up my pants and inspecting my clothing for traces of our encounter.

“Whatever,” said Kristine, “you’ve got my number. We should do this again sometime.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek, zipped up her pants and disappeared out the door. As I washed my hands I got another text message on my phone:

“I can feel your cum dripping down my leg ;-).” It said.

God, I thought, how am I going to deal with this woman?

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A plan formed in my mind that night, which I put into action the next morning. I made a few calls, setup a few appointments, and then called my girls to let them know I would be at a conference for the weekend. Each of them handled it differently. They all wanted to go, but when I told them that I wouldn’t go with anyone who continued to treat me indifferently, their personalities came out.

Geo informed me that she would start treating me properly when I agreed to her terms, but to have fun. Dixie commented that she probably shouldn’t go anyway, as she had a lot of homework to get done. Amber was the one who seemed to be having the hardest time. She went back and forth, wanting to be with me, but unwilling to break her word to Geo. In the end, I went alone, which was just as well. I didn’t want any of them knowing what I was really doing.

So on Thursday afternoon I found myself flying out west to Las Vegas. There was a conference going on where all the major strip club owners were getting together, and discussing various ideas and ways to improve business. My club was doing great, but why not get help from the big guys? At least, that was the premise for this trip.

I was lucky enough to get a window seat, and the plane was mostly empty. Thankfully the flight was plenty short, and I stepped into the dry hot air of Nevada. Catching a Taxi to my hotel was easy enough, and I sank onto the bed as soon as I entered my room.

I decided to be somewhat magnanimous, and called the girls to let them know I was alright. Once again, Amber was the most emotional, telling me how much she missed me, while the other two just gave me their love, and told me not to gamble too much.

My main appointment wasn’t until tomorrow, but tonight was when the conference started. I thought it would be a good idea to come back with something to show I had actually attended the conference, and walked down to the conference rooms where the event was taking place.

Checking in with the registrar, I pinned my name piece to my jacket, and walked into a room full of noise. I checked the schedule, and saw that there were events for both strippers and owners. I decided to go to one for owners first.

It was a boring affair, consisting mainly of good business practices, and ways to stay within the local laws, without staying within the laws.

I debated on going into one for the strippers, until I noticed other men going into it as well. It wasn’t until I was seated that I realized that the other men must be male strippers. Vegas was very different from back home, and there were just some things that I seemed to struggle wrapping my head around.

“You must be an owner,” a soft voice said beside me. I turned to look at the speaker, and had to swallow. The dry Nevada air had already made my throat dry, but the brunette sitting next to me in very skimpy clothes was beautiful.

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“Well, you are muscled enough to be a bouncer, but they rarely ever get to come to these, but not chiseled enough to be a chip’n’dale, though you do have the face for it. Also, your suit knocks that last out. Male strippers prefer to show off their wares more. I’m Angel, by the way,” she offered me her hand, and I shook it.

“Yeah, I own a club back east, and thought I’d see how things are done out here.”

“Well, if you’d like, I’d be happy to show you around…” I had heard of scam artists here in Vegas, but figured she was safe enough. A woman this hot couldn’t be bad, could she?

I agreed, but thought to keep one hand on my wallet. Throughout the afternoon, Angel showed me around, introduced me to a few of the really big club owners, and made me feel pretty important. I made some great contacts, but I noticed that people constantly stared at us everywhere we went. I was even certain a few took pictures.

“What’s the deal with people out here?” I finally asked as the day started to draw to a close. “I mean, you’re beautiful and all, but people stare at us like we’re famous or something.”

Angel looked at me with her cool brown eyes, and I felt like my soul was being measured. “You really don’t recognize me, do you?”

Oh shit! Did I go to school with her or something? I started to wrack my brain for anything that might remind me of who she was, but kept coming up blank. I hated to do it, but I had to tell her the truth. Hopefully she wouldn’t hate me for not remembering her. “I’m afraid I don’t. I’m really sorry!”

Angel laughed, and I knew all was forgiven. “You really are too much, John!” She placed her hand against my chest, as she continued to laugh. I was starting to feel foolish. “At first I’d thought you’d sat next to me, knowing who I was. But when you didn’t start hitting on my like every other man here, I assumed you were gay.” I immediately opened my mouth to protest. I didn’t have any problems with the gay community, I just knew I wasn’t. “Oh, I know you aren’t. You have been a perfect gentleman, but I have still caught escort acıbadem you looking at the other women here, and I have seen how you try your best to look me in the eyes, but sometimes fail.” Her bluntness was really starting to turn my cheeks red. I had thought I was being discreet, but apparently she had been watching me closer than I’d thought. “When you continued to treat me like a person, Instead of a– Well, I started to wonder if you truly didn’t know who I was. I kept waiting for you to make your move, but you haven’t.” She looked at me, and I felt that weighing sensation again. “It has been a long time since anyone has treated me like that.”

“I’ve only tried to repay the kindness you’ve shown me today,” I said lamely, regretting the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. She obviously expected something else, and my curiosity was now completely peaked. “Umm… So who are you?”

She laughed again, and this time I found it infectious. “I guess I still haven’t said, have I? Come with me, I’ll show you.” She grabbed my hand, and led me to a different part of the conference that we hadn’t made it to yet. The different scenery was the first thing I’d noticed. Instead of strip club advertisements, I now started seeing advertisements for porn videos. Having the very strict religious upbringing my parents had given me, I’d never actually watched one before. Even owning the club, and considering some of the things I’d done with the girls, I was shocked to see some of the lewd things that were on the covers of the DVDs. Call me dense, but I couldn’t figure out why Angel was bringing me back here, until she stopped, and shoved one in my hands.

“I don’t…” I said, confused.

“Look!” She pointed, and I looked where her finger ended. There Angel stood, completely nude, except for tiny stars covering her crotch and nipples, on the cover of the DVD case. The title read ‘Angel’s Day off,’ and on the back were a number of smaller pictures, most of them with her in them, in various sex acts. Oddly, I felt embarrassed to be looking at this friendly woman in so personal a situation, even though she was barely clothed in front of me now.

“So you’re a…”

“A porn star, yes.” There was a question in her eyes, as she looked up at me. Then everything she had said only a few moments ago made sense.

“That’s why you thought… But then I… And then I didn’t…” I couldn’t seem to form complete sentences in my head as she continued to look at me.

“I shouldn’t have told you.” I could tell she wasn’t happy now. “You were treating me so well, not like I’m a complete slut or a whore, and now you see me differently, don’t you?”

How did I see her? Was she the nice woman that had helped me around the conference all afternoon, or was she the girl on the cover of the DVD I still held in my hand? I put the DVD back, and placed my hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes.

“I have strippers that work for me that have Master’s degrees, and I have some that dropped out of high school.” She arched one delicate eyebrow, not understanding what I was getting at. Well, it was payback for a bit ago, I thought. “Just because they are strippers, doesn’t mean they are dirty sluts that would do anything to get a buck. Oh, I know some of them are, but they don’t work long for me.” She still looked confused. “Okay, look. You have been great today, showing me around, and helping me make those contacts. That is how I think of you. So you have a job doing porn. So what? If it pays the bills, and you enjoy it, I’m the last person to judge.”

I knew she finally understood when she flung her arms around my neck, and her lips were mashed against mine. My arms reflexively wrapped around her waist as I returned the kiss.

When we finally parted, I noticed a noise that had been drowned out by the pounding of blood in my ears.

Clapping.

Looking around, I saw a lot of people staring and clapping, and a few were even giving me a thumbs up.

“Let’s get outta here,” Angel said, and I was all too eager to agree. We wound our way back to the stripper side of the conference, and a thought occurred to me.

“If you do that for a living, why were you over here today?”

“I started out as a stripper, and a producer saw me dancing. Sometimes when the fans get a bit overwhelming, I like to remember my roots, you might say.”

“Why haven’t any of your fans approached you while I was with you?” I asked, wondering.

“I know a few wanted to, but the way I hung on your arm, might have kept them back. I truly enjoyed spending the day with you, John.”

“And I, you!” I replied with an honest smile, and then noticed we were at the elevators. “Umm… Would you like to come on up?” After what she’d just revealed to me, I realized how my question might sound, and started trying to backtrack. “I didn’t mean for… I mean… I would if… But that wasn’t why…”

Her finger pressed against escort dudullu my lips shut me up. “I would love to.” I pressed the button on the wall for my floor, and we rode the elevator up, in near silence, except of the occasional smacking noise or moan as we made out. We had to stop on the fourth floor, however as a stuffy old couple stepped in with us.

When we finally reached my door, it took me a couple tries to get the keycard in the lock, and I almost broke it, in my hurry to open the door. It slammed against the wall as Angel forced me inside. I felt the bed hit the back of my legs, and I toppled over backwards, only to have the air pressed out of me as Angel landed on top. Our tongues met and writhed, matching the rhythms of our bodies, as my hands traveled along her back, thighs, ass, head, and basically anything else I could reach.

Her hips lifted, and I felt her hands at my waist, trying to undo my pants. Seconds later they were on the floor. Angel sat up, and I slid my hands up her sides, lifting her shirt up over her head, to join my pants. She was beautiful, as she sat on me, in only a black miniskirt and pink lacy bra. My hands darted to her back, and it only took me a second to undo the fastener. Since my mouth was already nearly at her chest, I bit between her cups, and growled as I yanked back, revealing her handful sized breasts. I was shocked at how pink her nipples were. I had never seen any so pink before, and my mouth watered at the sight of them.

I brought my lips to her left nipple, kissing it tenderly, until she grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in tighter to it. I began to suck like a man starved, as my hands dove into the waistband of her skirt, cupping her tiny ass in my hands. I used my hands to grind her against my boxer covered crotch, eliciting a moan from both of us. Her hand on the back of my head pulled me away from her pretty pink nipple with a sloppy pop, and I looked up to meet her gaze. Hungrily she brought her lips to mine in a kiss that was both tender, and passionate. The way her tongue and lips moved against mine increased my lust for this woman tenfold.

With a firm grip on each of her cheeks, I lifted her up, and then quickly pulled down her skirt and panties, bringing them to her knees. She broke the kiss to finish removing them, and I got the opportunity to really admire her naked beauty. Her breasts were slightly pointed, topped by the aforementioned pink nipples. Her waist was thin, but not so thin she looked anorexic. Her legs seemed to start at her ankles and just keep going, finally terminating in a small triangle of fuzz at her pussy. Her inner labia were large, and very swollen, protruding from her outer labia by a small bit.

That was all I was able to note, as she gripped my boxers, and nearly tore them from my body. I unbuttoned my shirt, I don’t remember taking off my jacket but that didn’t surprise me, and soon sat just as naked as she was.

“Holy shit! You should work in porn with a cock that big!” She exclaimed, admiring my package. “It is pretty rare to see one so–” Her words were cut off as she bent over and lustily swallowed the head between her lips. I have had some good blowjobs before, but the way Angel used her tongue, lips, and even teeth had me blowing down her throat in only a couple of minutes. Since my lack of sex lately, it was a pretty intense orgasm, leaving me panting by the time it had finished washing over me.

“Holy shit, yourself! I’ve never had a BJ that… That… WOW!”

She smiled up at me, licking up a bit of cum that had leaked out, and swallowing it. “I hope you’re not done yet.”

I knew it would probably be a few minutes for me to fully recover. “Come here, I want to taste you, now!” I demanded, and then braced myself as she nearly tackled me with her pussy. I have never tasted one with such big lips, but I used what the girls had taught me to great effect. Sucking hard on her labia, I ran my tongue between them, occasionally darting up to her clit, then back down to her hole, where I would shove my whole tongue in as deep as I could.

I felt her lips wrap back around my cock, and moaned into her pussy as she began to revive it with her excellent technique. One of her hands cupped and fondled my balls, while the other slid up and down my shaft, and her tongue worked the head.

Suddenly her whole body froze, and I could feel my cock vibrating between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she mewled loudly in her own orgasm. My mouth was soaked, as her juices escaped my lips, and started trickling down my neck and cheeks.

She rolled off me, and turned up to grab my wet cheeks. “I haven’t cum like that from having my pussy eaten in years! Where did you learn to do that so well?” She said, staring deep into my eyes. Before I had a chance to answer, her lips were pressed to mine again, as she licked her wetness from my face. She rolled on top of me, and I positioned my cock for her escort kavacık entrance. “Oh, Gawd, I’ve got to feel that monster in me!” She nearly screamed when it bumped her cunt.

I grabbed her hips, and gradually pressed her down, as I lifted my hips. I felt her lips spread over my cock, and gently swallow me in. She had told me she was a porn star, but she was tight! I had to slowly work in and out of her, despite how wet she was. She would loosen up as I moved in, but when I started to pull out, she would clamp down so hard, it hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. I had heard of women with strong kegel muscles, but she must really work hers for them to be this powerful.

Finally I felt our pelvises touch as Angel threw her head back to let out a throaty moan. I leaned up, and started nibbling on her neck, while she started up a rhythm with her hips.

“Oh, fuck… I feel you in every inch of me. Oooh, I am getting close.” I latched onto her pink right nipple, and with my hands still on her hips, picked up her pace. Lifting my hips slightly, I was able to go just a bit deeper into her. “Oh, Gawd, that’s it! Fuck me, I’m cuuuummmmiiinnnnggggggggg!”

I had to stop moving her altogether, as her strong cunny muscles gripped my cock with enough force, I was almost afraid she was going to rip my manhood off. I just lay there, and as she started to relax, her inner folds started massaging more than gripping, and I moaned into her tit.

I rolled us over, and lifted her hips slightly as I got up on my knees. I put my arms under her legs, drawing them up to my shoulders, while I groped her tiny rear. Turning my head, I gently nibbled on her ankle, and then kissed my way along her slender foot. I was using my grip on her to slide her up and down my slick cock, as I started to suck her toes between my lips.

“Wow, what are you doing to me?” She asked dreamily, and I picked up my pace a little. “Damn, but that feels goooood.” She drawled out the last part, then bit her lower lip, and started pinching her pink nipples. I kept this up, switching to her other foot, and knew she was starting to get close again from her breathing. I was glad, because the way she was milking me on every thrust had me about ready to spew my second load for the night.

I reached around with my right hand, and started rubbing her clit with my thumb, sending her crashing into another powerful orgasm. I kept pushing in and out of her, despite (or maybe because of) the way she gripped my cock. Just as she started to come down, I let loose with stream after stream of my seed. She screamed as another orgasm took her, and it felt like her vagina was trying to milk every ounce of jism out of me, that it could.

I collapsed onto my side; next to this aptly name Angel, trying to catch my breath.

“Mmm, that was phenomenal. How often do you come to Vegas?”

I had to laugh. “This was my first visit, but now that I now there are Angels here, I may have to come out more often!”

“Well… We’d best make the most of this trip then. What are your plans for tomorrow?”

Shit! Tomorrow I had my appointment, and I knew I wouldn’t be up for any extracurricular activities afterwards. Not for a couple days at least… That’s why I had made this trip; to be away from the girls, so that I could recover before I came back. Now that I thought more on it though, my conscience started to fight me. Was I prepared to deceive the women I loved? I felt like I was sinking to the level they had been treating me at. I resolved then and there to call the doctor and cancel my vasectomy. I didn’t know what would happen, but I was determined to remain honest with the girls. The hand sliding gently up and down my arm, as the beautiful Angel still looked at me, waiting for my answer brought me back to the here and now. Well, honest about some things at least…

“Well, I’m not due back home till Monday, and the conference was the only thing I had planned…” I trailed off as I felt Angel’s lips on my neck. I was nowhere near recovered, but I had more than my penis at hand to try and please this insatiable woman.

The only time over the next few days that we left the room was to eat (when we didn’t just order room service).

* * *

I was a bit disappointed when I stepped out to the baggage claim area, that Amber was the only one to greet me.

“Dixie wanted to be here, but she had some big tests to take that her professors wouldn’t let her out of,” the sexy pregnant redhead told me. “Geo is another matter. Did you really have a vasectomy while you were away?” Amber planted herself in front of me, and glared as she blocked my path.

“How… How did you hear about that?” I stammered in disbelief.

“They called to confirm your appointment shortly after you left. You gave them the landline.” Her voice was dry, and I could see the fire burning in her eyes.

“What did Geo say?” Was all I could think to ask.

“‘What did Geo say?’ Is that all you can think to ask? Is she the only one whose feelings you’re concerned about?”

I knew I was in serious trouble now. Amber’s tone left no doubt in my mind. “No, of course not! I just didn’t think–“

“Of course you didn’t think!” She cut me off, and stormed back to her car. Even pregnant, she could move with speed and grace when she wanted to.

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The beep of the security alarm surprises me as I finish brushing my teeth. It’s Halloween and I am about to turn in from hours of handing out candy to the neighborhood broods. House sitting for my ex girlfriend. She is not supposed to be home for a couple days yet.

I grab a robe, a bat and head downstairs to check the house. Going down, I spy the shadow of a figure walking through the kitchen. Creeping around the corner, I see the back of a young woman I immediately recognize.

“What the fuck are you doing home?” I ask in a half irritated and half joking tone.

The abruptness of my speech makes Julie jump. She pivots around, hits me in the chest, and yells -” Jesus, don’t do that to me. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Scared the shit out of you? I was about to go to sleep when I heard someone sneaking into the house on Halloween night.”

“Sneak? It’s my fucking house, asshole.”

“Yes, I know. It’s the one I have been house sitting for you as a favor if you remember.”

“Yes, sorry for yelling. You just scared me. How’s it been?”

“Fine, nothing of note. I cleaned up a little since you left a mess.”

“Yeah, was running late for my flight and didn’t have time to clean up before I left. If you remember, I am a bit challenged with time management.”

I laugh and grin at her – “yes, I do recall something about that. What are you doing back early? I thought you were back on Wednesday?”

“Eh, I wasn’t having the best time so I took an early flight.”

“You could have texted and given me a heads up.”

“Why would I do that? I wanted to see what you how you were taking care of the place and besides I thought I might catch you fucking someone in my bed.”

“You wanted to catch me fucking someone? What you wanted to watch?”

“No, just wanted to see what you were up to while I was away. There’s not anyone in my bed right now, is there?”

“No, I appreciate the vote of confidence but all you might have caught be doing is jacking off alone.”

“Uh, no ladies in your life?”

“Nothing steady since you which is why it was pretty uncomplicated for me to housesit for you.”

“Oh come on jack, you gotta get out there.”

“Who says I’m not out there? Just haven’t found anything steady.”

“But you have found some tail then?”

“Occasionally.”

“Well, escort beykoz good,” she said leaning on my arm and looking up at me. “Can you help me with something else?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I got a late invite to this Halloween bash and need to pull together a costume really quick. Need your creative mind.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, party starts right now and goes till late. You wanna come too? I think I can bring someone.”

“No, I was about to go sleep when you came in; I have to work in the morning.”

“Ok, well come up with me.”

We both start toward the stairs. I flick the kitchen lights off and go up behind her.

I stare at her body the whole way. She was always gorgeous; petite, lovely, and the best curvy ass you could hope for. Her leggings are skin tight and leave little for the imagination. But then again, I don’t have to imagine. I just remember. It was 8 months ago that we broke it off but I can still remember every curve and contour of her body.

She leads me back the way I came and we go into her bedroom.

“Wow, you really did clean up in here. I hope I can find everything.”

She looks in her walk-in closet and starts talking about the party-

“So, this is some Halloween private party. I don’t know the hosts but Jenny sent me the invite. She said they want last year and stayed till 4am. She recommended something Halloween sexy.”

“Ah, Halloween sexy. The official uniform of young women for October 31st.”

“Shut up and help me figure something out.”

Julie has a lot of clothes so there were plenty of options.

“What about this” she said as she grabs a red jacket off the hanger, “I could go as red riding hood.”

“But it has to be sexy red riding hood” – I note as I looked through her dresses.

“I need a red dress with it but I don’t think I have something that will work.”

“You could try this”. I said pulling a hung up red shirt from a hanger. “I always liked this one on you.”

“Ohh, nice. That could work. Ok, go in the other room while I change in here.”

I go back in the bedroom and take a drink of water on the nightstand. The room is dim with the only light filtering in from the bathroom. I had left iTunes playing and a percussive beat teased in the background.

I escort sancaktepe wait on the edge of the bed and heard heels against the hardwoods.

Looking up, there was the fantasy that had held my attention these last 8 months and beyond.

Julie had belted the red shirt to convert it to a dress and looks down at me with a flirtatious question – “So what do you think?”

“What do I think?” – I stand up to get a better look. “I like the leather belt. It’s a nice touch.” I put my hands on the sides of the belt as if to admire how it was made. I move my hands slowly down from the belt to just touch the red shirt’s fabric as she turns – poking her ass towards me, asking – “Is it too short in the back? It is a shirt, you know.”

“Let me see,” I say as I pull my hand back and slap her covered ass.

She laughs – “What are you doing? You always did like my ass best.”

“Excuse me, but I liked the whole package. The ass is just too hard to keep my hands off.”

“Is that so?” She leans back into me, pushing her ass toward my cock. My hands are at her hips as she wriggles her body into me. I slide them down as she moves, getting to the skin of her thighs. With my hands on her skin, she intentionally dips and forces my hands to push up her dress, exposing her black lace thong.

I am dizzy with excitement. I grab her ass hard and squeeze as she pushes back into me, pulsing with the beats of the music. My cock leaps to attention in my boxers – my robe coming apart in the middle.

She grins and moves away from me. She puts both hands on the wall and bends over – moving from side to side in the most seductive dance I have ever seen. She looks back over her shoulder and whispers above the music – “What are you doing over there?”

I take two steps toward her undulating body – my cock fighting to get out. “That’s better…” she says brushing the front of my shorts, teasing me with her movements.

I grab her hips again from behind and begin moving with the music as well – “That’s it,” she whispers. From behind her, I move my hands so they slide down the front of her thighs. She dips again, forcing the dress up once more and exposing the front of her thong.

She reaches back with her arm and wraps it around my neck. With the music as my guide, escort bağdat caddesi I glide my hand between her legs and feel the warmth of her aroused sex. She is fire and water in one. I slide two fingers over the top of her and she gasps. Up and down with the music, my fingers twitching with anticipation. I slide them deep and grab all of her at once – she smiles, moaning loudly over the beats.

The softness, the heat of her overwhelms me. I turn her around, lead her to the bed and bend her over. I pull aside her thong and trace my fingers around her pussy – wanton and wet. She lays her head down, grabs her breasts, and pushes her ass further in the air. I know the request and oblige, plunging two fingers into her. Hard, quick movements – my hand now pulsing to the music – filling her, fucking her.

She is excitement and desire. She melts further into the bed; I move with her, making sure not to stop my movements. She pulls aside the shirt and pinches her hard nipple. She licks her fingers and circles it around – tracing her fingers over and over.

I suddenly feel her other hand near mine. Face still down, she rubs her clit as I continue to pump her with my fingers from behind. Her breath accelerates and then stops as I feel her body tighten with the first wave of climax. I know her body and what she is capable of – I speed up my movements – hard, fast force.

She screams as I do this and cries out, melting further into the bed. I keep moving with her and don’t stop fingering her – prolonging her climax as much as she wants. She shudders again and again. In the midnight hour, she cries “More, more, more.”

I cannot stop – her body is an addiction to me and I have been without it for too long.

As she finishes a second climax, I rotate her around and kneel on the bed, turning her ass sideways toward me. I undo the belt and free her from the red jacket and shirt. I grab her other breast as she continues to tease the first. My cock is swollen, red, and begging for relief. I enter her slowly and she cries out again as she pulses her other hand on her clit. I want to take it slow. I want to take it so slow. I want to savor every minute with her, every drop of sweat, every texture; I want the minutes to turn to hours. But in the midnight hour, she cries “More, more, more.” My movements quicken to satisfy her requests as I fuck her harder and harder. She raises her leg suddenly and screams, the hand from her breast gripping the sheets. She contorts as the pleasure washes over her again and again. I push harder and deeper into her; my own climax growing until it explodes into her writhing body. I collapse onto her and cover her in an embrace as she finishes her last orgasm.

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