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Having come to terms with his fate, Joel McCabe was strangely relaxed, complacent even about his impending death. For death was certain, no messing about where Mickey Standish was concerned, no prospect of a last minute reprieve from a man that made Hannibal Lecter look like a Sunday school teacher. An example would have to be made of Joel in order to maintain Standish’s echelon in the gangland community, and more importantly as a deterrent to others.

Hopefully for Joel, their past relationship and the fact it was only four grand might secure him a quick exit with the minimum of pain, a slashed throat perhaps or even better a bullet in the back of the head. After that no doubt his lifeless corpse would become food for the fish in the Thames. Yeah, that would be preferable to the slow, painful torture Standish was renowned to inflict upon some of those poor unfortunates known to cross him.

And if anyone should know of Standish’s brutality it was Joel, a formerly trusted employee within the gangland empire. A barman in the ruthless mobster’s club in Whitechapel, Joel had witnessed first hand the manner in which rivals and nuisances had been cruelly rubbed out.

An eighteen month stint, a supposed stop gap until a ‘proper’ job came along, the trouble for Joel was that he liked the goodfella life too much, albeit he existed on the periphery. He loved the secretive talk, the ever present threat of violence, the thrill of being in on something illicit and of how others in the outside world perceived him. A vicarious lifestyle, sadly it had gotten him into trouble, serious trouble.

Over the past few weeks as the sentence was imposed, Joel had given the whole matter a great deal of thought and had developed a theory: the rigged card game that caused the debt was part of a wider agenda. In fact, he was convinced of it.

Standish had two teenaged daughters, of whom Tiffany, the fifteen year old, was the apple of her father’s eye. A walking, talking, living Barbie doll, Standish doted on the girl, perhaps the only love that was allowed to permeate the shield of hate that surrounded the man. It was a father’s love that also gave rise to a bitter jealously, particularly where potential suitors were concerned. Being the vivacious type, she had flirted with virtually every half decent looking barman since her sexuality blossomed though sll had been warned off of course.

Yet Joel was more subtle, succeeding in arranging a date without Mickey finding out. Though in hindsight, it had been a huge mistake and one date was more than enough, given that the girl acted like a spoiled brat throughout. Since then, Joel had made it patently clear to her that there would be no second date, as a consequence of which Tiffany had doubtless run off crying to her father, and concocting some bullshit strory about him. The rest was history, the card debt merely a convenient means by which Standish could justify his actions. Oh Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, that bitch really had screwed up Joel’s life.

Wandering back home absent-mindedly, the condemned man spied neighbour Cathy’s car back on the drive, grin forming on his face. Stage two was about to begin. Hovering at the gate, he inhaled heavily before striding purposefully down the path, his blood beginning to boil.

Cathy was the perfect foil for his frustrations, with a history between them most of which was bad. Notwithstanding her steely determination to thwart Joel’s attempts at a sexual relationship, if it wasn’t her bratty kids kicking balls into his garden, trampling the flowers and smashing a window, it was her mangy cat fouling the patio. And if it wasn’t the cat, it was the loud late night parties that seemed to go on for days just when he needed some sleep. And was he ever invited? No fucking chance. The bitch.

Damn, she’d quickly managed to spoilt his otherwise mellow mood. It was time to do something about it, and to hell with the consequences. Ha ha, what consequences? He’d be dead before dawn. That premise made Joel laugh hysterically like an over zealous Bond villain. Knocking insistently at the door, he waited patiently until finally Cathy appeared, looking hot and flush and not at all pleased to see him. Though that was far from uncommon. “Joel?”

“Another fuckin’ pane of glass broken, Cathy,” he spat. “Thirty-five quid the last one cost me.”

His sexy neighbour seemed dumbstruck, temporarily unable to comprehend, her mind seemingly elsewhere. “Well?” he prompted, face darkening. “Well? Say something, say sorry…or…for fuck’s sake, Escort Cathy…your kids are a nuisance.”

Caught off guard, she was unprepared for his barging in, a vain attempt made to block him. Six inches shorter and a fraction of the size, she was no match. “W-what are you d-doing?” she stammered.

“I’ve come to get what I’m owed.”

“Don’t go in there,” she implored as Joel proceeded towards the kitchen.

The laptop was open at ninety degrees and Joel’s lips immediately formed a devilish grin. Cathy, it seemed, had been viewing porn. And not just any old porn, what appeared to be a rape and male domination website. Moreover, from the musky scent in the air, evidently she’d been masturbating too. She looked on uneasily, her head a mix of embarrassment and confusion. “Joel, get out of my house now,” she ordered unconvincingly, flicking back the thick mane of red hair. “Get out or I’m calling the police.”

Making a swerve for the phone, she found her determined adversary too agile, his hand slamming down on hers, crushing it and eliciting a yelp of pain. As Cathy made to retaliate, a small clenched fist raised, Joel caught it. Cathy stood, frozen like a statue as Joel unravelled the slender fingers, bringing them to his mouth, lips enveloping the long middle digit, tasting the faint flavour of pussy.

The redhead gasped as unexpectedly his free hand made a hasty underarm arc, slamming roughly into her crotch and grabbing at it like a crane. Joel squeezed and kneaded at the light material of the skirt, as his victim edged back, trapped up against the kitchen unit like a cornered fox. Adjusting, Joel shuffled his hips between her legs, Cathy’s arms falling back on the hard surface to support her weight, unbalancing. As he pushed into her crotch, Cathy’s feet elevated from the ground and she hung in the air, trapped between Joel and the kitchen unit.

Their eyes met, hers frightened like a deer caught in the headlights, his as lifeless as an android’s, each grind of his cock against her crotch causing it to twitch and inflate inside his jogger bottoms. Reaching down, Joel gripped the collar of her shirt, tugging firmy. Several bottoms popped as he tore, the light material parting at the centre to reveal a heaving, lace clad bosom. The bra was a half cup push-up design, raising her breasts like two trifles, the lace so light the nipples moulded into each cup. Engulfed by two enormously spread aureolae, visible through the diaphanous material, Joel swallowed hard. Cathy gasped in shock and distress, her eyes as wide as ping pong balls. “Joel, no…please…” she begged, shuffling back on her elbows, but going nowhere fast.

Joel sneered, ignoring the protest as he eased the shredded shirt off her shoulders, their midriffs welded. As he craned forward to kiss her, instinctively Cathy put up her hands, unbalancing further, her spine meeting the cool surface of the unit, knees raised and legs kicking up horizontally. In a desperate attempt to flee, sharpened talons clawed at his cheek, drawing two tramlines of blood and prompting Joel to shake his head, features graven. “Oh dear, Cathy, now that wasn’t clever,” he whispered, the words spiced with menace.

The prone woman flinched as his hand rose, though Joel merely dabbed at his cheek, assessing the damage. Not that looks mattered where he was going! Dismissing the numb pain, he moved in, attempting to press his mouth to hers. Defensively Cathy turned away, head defiantly to the side. Again Joel voiced his displeasure in revered tones. Tugging blindly at the top drawer, his groping hand fell upon a kitchen knife. Holding the blade to Cathy’s cheek, the mere threat did the trick, no verbalisation of the intent required.

A prompt from Joel and she turned her head back, lips puckered to receive his. In an act of submission, she even allowed his tongue to snake inside, finding hers, hoping this would pacify him and see an early end to the torment. As she lay, Cathy was doubtless thinking: he’s my neighbour, there’s no way he’ll go through with this. He’s just trying to frighten me. At the same time, Joel was thinking: Yeah I may be her neighbour, but do I give a fuck? By the time the cops catch up with me I’ll be long dead. The thought passed in a quick pulse from brain to groin, his cock harder than ever before, more so even than with Natalie hours earlier. This was one exhilarating headrush. “Take off your bra for me,” he ordered.

As Cathy paused, the knife was held aloft once more, prompting her to reach behind to comply. Unhooking, Escort Bayan the lacy garment, it loosened on the huge fleshy womanly orbs, the tops of the aureolae exposed. As the flimsy garment fell, exposing a pair of pendulous d-cup delights, Joel licked his lips in anticipation.

Instinctively Cathy went to cover herself, eyes welling with salty tears, breath racing, heart pounding. Joel smiled as he reached down and pushed both arms back to her sides holding them in place with an elbow and a raised knee as he straddled her body, cupping the underside of each fleshy orb and fondling expertly. Joel squeezed then moulded the oversized tits into a hot-looking cleavage, each hard nipple popping out on stalks. Playfully he rubbed a palm across, grazing the surface of each erect teat and eliciting a light moan from his victim, before wrapping his lips around the right one. Sucking long and hard, he stretched the nipple with his bared teeth, causing Cathy’s back to arch almost involuntarily and more unwilling pleasure.

Seemingly resigned to her fate, doubtless buoyed by her earlier masturbatory exploits, when Joel moved his knee back down to attain comfort, Cathy’s arms remained passively at her sides. He clawed at her crotch, gathering up a length of pleated skirt. Cathy groaned, fingernails scraping the glazed surface of the worktop, the heat of the day having caused her face to blush purple, sweat bubbling on the skin, red hair matted to her brow. The skirt up around her waist, Joel continued to prod at her cunt through a pair of panties that was getting damp, causing an intoxicating aroma to waft up. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you Cathy?”

Regaining her senses and attuned to the madness of the charade, the prone housewife shook her head vehemently, in denial, the motion causing her tits to wobble like blancmanges. “Yes you do, Cathy, you’ve always wanted me, haven’t you?”

“Noooooooooooo.” The cry tailed off as Joel dispatched the skirt to the kitchen floor, leaving just the skimpy panties to cover Cathy’s modesty.

Easing the joggers to his knees, Joel’s cock sprung forth, prodding at her inner thigh as he jockeyed for position. Cathy closed her eyes, resistance ebbing as her panties were drawn aside and the tips of Joel’s fingers scraped the brush of red hair. He stroked the wiry brush, enjoying the feel and the moistness beneath. Moving in more snugly, cock replaced hand, its fingers sucked clean, her pussy squelching as the swollen and bulbous tip dug into lushness. Both let out an audible sigh.

Cathy adjusted on the hard unit, parting her legs and raising her knees to allow the head to embed in the moist and juicy snatch. Inhaling a lungful, Joel slammed the shaft hard mercilessly forwarf, splitting her pussy. Cathy thrashed her head from side to side and whimpered. Joel#s eyes rolled, savouring the feel. “You’ve wanted me all along, haven’t you, Cathy?”

“Noooooooo.”

Joel retracted and slammed back harder, deeper if that were possible, burying to the base of the shaft, heavy balls crashing against her perineum. “That’s for stringing me along all this time,” he cried, cock sticky with her juices.

“I’m sorrrrrrry,” moaned Cathy.

Slam, it went back in, raising a fevered groan. “And that’s for your fuckin’ shitty kids trampling my flowerbed.”

“Sorrrrrrry.”

Another rockhard thrust brought a further shriek. “And that’s for the little bastards breaking my window.”

Cathy’s apology was muffled in the loud expiration from her lips, accompanying a gush that rushed around his shaft preceding a monumental orgasm. Another violent stroke caused the climax to rip through her body. “God you make me so hot, Cathy,” he panted. “I’m so damned close myself.”

Through her groaning, Cathy appealed: “Please don’t cum in me, Joel, I’m not on contraceptives.”

As his stroking slowed to a leisurely pumping, Joel thought about the plea. Why the fuck shouldn’t he dump his wad inside her? The idea of leaving behind a legacy, preferably a son to avenge his murder, appealed no end. As he pushed his cock back and forth, Cathy continued to plead over and over not to cum inside her.

Joel scratched his chin, a wicked thought arising. Out popped his rock hard slime-coated cock and, in a show of balletic dexterity, he flipped his victim over onto her front, large tits pressed down onto the surface, spilling out from the sides. A fulsome cackside wiggled invitingly as Joel manouvered. The engorged head of his rampant manhood ran up her perineum, depositing Bayan Escort a snail-like trail, until the head nestled in the puckered ring of her arse. Suddenly Cathy realised the error. “Noooooooo, not my arse,” she begged in genuine terror.

“Yes your arse,” her tormentor retorted manically, backing up the words with hard actions, prising apart her buttocks with his fingers and forcing the engorged head into that most tight of crevices.

Cathy squealed like a pig caught by the butcher before he was even a fraction of the way in and, had he not been so hard, the clenched virgin arsehole would surely have repelled the unwelcome invasion. Yet nothing on earth was going to stand in Joel’s way as his meat cleaver ripped into the tight anal sinew and muscle. Each newly impaled inch drew a squeal of pain from Cathy, the feeling of warmth from the recent orgasm having quickly subsided into stone cold fear. Joel roared his appreciation as the tight tunnel strangled the shaft. He forced in the last two inches, shouting: “And that’s for your cat shitting on my patio.”

The apology that fell from her lips was inaudible, drowned in a scream as Joel held still, savouring the feel.
Cathy continued to plead hopelessly for mercy as he stole a deep breath. With that the anal assault began in earnest.

In and out of her ravaged arsehole he drilled, her breathing pepered with whimpers. Unluckily for poor Cathy, his earlier activity with Natalie had turned Joel into a marathon man. He felt he good go all day. In and out his cock pistoned, slap, slap, slap sounded his thighs against her buttocks, each stroke eliciting a more heightened reaction. “And that’s for keeping me awake at night with your stupid parties.”

Cathy’s whimpers grew louder as her arse stretched to accommodate the huge tool. “You love having your arse fucked, don’t you Cathy?” he mocked.

“Nooooooo.”

“Hmmm, I think you do,” he retorted, reaching under to run a finger into a pussy that had become somewhat soaked.

Cathy baulked at the touch, relaxing as Joel’s finger found her swollen clit and teased it. Joel felt her cunt clench around the digits, holding them in. “Now, admit it Cathy, you filthy slut, you love having your arse fucked.”

As if by way of prompting, Joel inflicted a dozen quick hard anal thrusts. A brief hesitation, finally she admitted: “Oh yes I do, Joel, yesssssss. That’s it, fuck my tight little arse hard, Joel,” she implored.

Leaning in, he nibbled at her earlobe before whispering: “And what are you?”

“I’m a…I’m a filthy little slut.”

The words sent Joel perilously close to the edge. Yessssssss,” he exhaled.

Upping the tempo, he buggered and fingered with gusto, ravaging the hot body beneath him. Reaching the point of no return, he exploded inside her ring with a volcano-like climax, length after length of hot seed pumping up into her bowels.

The sensation of spunk filling her up elicited a second huge orgasm in Cathy and she wailed, banging her hands hard on the surface, a sticky pool on the kitchen surface forming between her legs. “Oh fuck Joel, yessssss.”

Joel grinned. “Who needs to look at porn, huh Cathy?” he mused, before wiping his cock on a strip of torn shirt,.drawing up the jogging bottoms and letting himself out as if nothing had happened.

—

After a refreshing shower, Joel sat down to decide what to do with this, his last afternoon on earth. He’d gotten even first with Natalie and now Cathy, and it was all but impossible to top the morning’s events. His brain went into overdrive, finally arriving at a lightbulb moment of pure evil brilliance. Hmm, no… Wait… Wait… A huge grin elevated his lips then subsided.

No, he couldn’t. Could he? His heart started to pump like an overactive generator. Fucking hell Joel, you twisted genius. It was brilliant, yet oh so risky. If he timed it badly, there’d be no easy death to savour, no speedy bullet to the brain. Standish would likely have a gang of henchmen dismember him finger by finger, toe by toe, before beating his tortured body to within an inch of his sorry life with baseball bats and finally burn his genitalia with a blowtorch. The thought caused Joel to suck in the air dramatically.

Yet it was brilliant, ambitious and verging on crazy, as satisfying an act of vengeance as there could be. It was, after all, the brattish yet sexy teenager Tiffany Standish who’d gotten him into this predicament in the first place. The stealing of her virginity along with the tortured discovery later by Standish would be absolutely priceless and send Joel McCabe to the grave a contented man. Now all he had to do was put the plan in place.

Part 3 will follow shortly.

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It was about 2 weeks after I had sex with Angela. My view about sex had changed. I now didn’t care about what society or people thought about incest. Not that I wanted other people to know about what I did with Angela. It was perfect, yes, but now I needed to move on. Ever since I had sex with my little sister, all I wanted to do was have sex with my older sister, Pearl. She was 17, turning 18 in a couple of months. She was doing her last month of high school. This is what I knew about her sex life: She had had a couple of boyfriends in the past, and they had frequent sex. She wasn’t a sex addict though, she wasn’t known in the school as a slutty bitch who always had a cock in her mouth. I overheard that she was a beast in bed while walking in a school hallway last year. I think 2 of her exs were talking. Her reputation at school was far from a sexual beast – in fact, she was in the school counsil, she thought she was better than everyone. She had a couple of friends in her elite circle. She never really smiled or laughed in public. I hadn’t had an actual conversation with her for about 2 years. We never talked. However, that was about to change. I had a plan, and if everything went right, we would have had sex within 7 days.

The first task was to find out how horny she was. She hadn’t had a boyfriend for about a year. She was probably horny as hell, but I still needed to find out. Nothing could go wrong with my plan. I knew it was a stupid plan, but I had to try it. I had no experience and didn’t really know how to find out how horny a girl was. Especially a girl like Pearl, who doesn’t show her emotions so often. One afternoon when she wasn’t home (she rarely came home right after school, because of student counsil et all), I snuck into her bedroom. I went on her computer and put about 1 GB of porn on it (there was plenty of room), in her ‘school work’ folder (the one she used most often), I put a picture of me naked with an erection, and I cut out my face. I named it something like “guy of my dreams” or something like that. Yes, it was cheesy, but it would tell me how horny she is. I put a hidden camera in her bedroom too, to see what was happening. I felt like an FBI agent for the next couple of days, watching what she did from the room beside hers (my bedroom). For the first couple of nights she didn’t even find said porn. After a couple of nights though, thursday night, it was pretty clear she had found it. Her reaction wasn’t surprising, but I was still impressed at seing my own sister fingering herself. The most impressive part, though, was that she was fingering herself on my picture. I could hardly believe it. I was discovering a part of my own Escort sister I had never seen before, just like with Angela. The only difference is that with Angela, I could see it coming. Pearl was slowly fingering herself, breathing heavily and making noises of satisfaction. She almost got to screaming at one point, but then she kept it down because she knew she was in her bedroom, and anyone could pop in at any time. When she was all done, she said “Ahh…I needed that”. Good thing I had sound installed with the camera.

What I had to do next was pretty clear. Wait until we were home alone, then walk into her bedroom naked. I didn’t care if she would scream and run away, or start sucking on my dick, because it was pretty clear she was a horny girl. Of course, I kept on monitoring her activities in her bedroom, and she started fingering herself more and more. Her attitude outside of her bedroom, though, remained the same. She wouldn’t even look at me, as usual. However, this was all about to change. The hard part now was being home alone with her. The problem wasn’t that the two other girls were always around – it was that Pearl was always at some sort of community events or something. It would be hard, but I waited patiently and it finally came. The funny thing about it is that it was the last moment I would expect to be home alone with her: friday after school. We usually watch TV and order pizza on fridays with the whole family, but on that particular day, Natalie got held up at work and Angela went to one of her girlfriend’s party. All Pearl asked me was if I wanted to order pizza, to which I answered “No, I’ve had a big lunch”. She didn’t order and went up in her bedroom. “I’m going in my bedroom, don’t come in, i’m doing something important”. Yeah right. I knew she was going up there to finger herself and watch porn, but she was a very good liar.

I was excited. Very excited. I headed up to my room, and as expected, she was fingering herself like crazy. I didn’t think about what I was doing and just entered her bedroom brutally. She didn’t look the least bit surprised.

“You’re the one who put all that fucking porn in my computer, you naughty asshole, heh? Well, you’re about to pay for it”

I had no clue what she meant, but I’m sure I wasn’t going to get in trouble in the classic way, as she was fingering herself and she was giving me looks she’s never given me before. In a second, she got up and got really close to me, then ripped my shirt. She made me look like hulk hogan. She didn’t think, and neither did I. Our sexual needs for one another was clear.

“Well Mr. O, i’m known around slut-camp as mrs. I-can’t-get-enough-of-deep-throating” Escort Bayan She said. I couldn’t wait to have my cock deep in her throat. This time it was different than with Angela. With Angela, it was very soft and emotional, as it was her first time. This time around, however, I knew I was in for some violent sex action. She took off her clothes in a matter of seconds, which is when I saw her 17 year old naked body in all its splendour. She had the body of a fully grown woman. I was sure she would fuck like one. I started sucking on her medium-sized nipples, because it was sure that’s what she wanted, judging by the look on her sexy face. She loved dirty talk more than Angela.

“Oh yeahh…lick those fucking tits, you fucking dirty boy. You’re not a little boy anymore now are you?”

“Fucking right. Now get down and fucking deep throat me, you slutty student counsil bitch”

“Right now, Mr. principal. You won’t be disappointed” She got on her knees and put that big cock as deep as she could – which i’ll tell you right now was pretty deep. Starting slowly and augmenting the pace little by little, she was in no time giving me the blowjob of my life. She stopped at random times to say things like “Impressed, huh?” or to lick and suck my testicles.

“You wanna fuck the head of student counsil, huh?” she said repeatedly. I finally said “Hey, here’s an idea, you filthy whore. How about you get on that bed so I could shove my cock down your pussy? Sounds like a good idea for the class of 2007, huh?” She loved when I treated her like shit when we were fucking. “Yes, sir”, she answered. She sort of took on personna of a dirty student counsil head.

She got on the bed. She didn’t really say anything, she just wanted that cock deep in her pussy. I didn’t even go at it slowly at first. I just shoved it as deep as possible, and she was almost loose. “Oh yeah…fuck…fuck…you don’t fool around, eh?”. I was giving her the ride of her life and we both knew it. We changed positions here and there, going from me on top of her, her bouncing on my cock, and so forth. She always seemed to be enjoying herself, and, just like me, she was unleashing the sexual demon she’d kept secret under that pretty, arrogant personnality. Now was the time to try anal for the second time with someone of my immediate family.

“I want that cock put somewhere tighter, whore. Do you-“

She interrupted me. “Shove it up my ass then, Einstein”. She got on her belly, then I started slapping her ass. It was already all red. I got it into her ass, a bit slower this time, when she said “Oh yeah…fuck me as hard as you fucking Angela”.

I Bayan Escort was surprised. Still focusing on putting my cock in her ass, I was a bit shocked that Angela had told her about our little secret. I didn’t have to say anything before she kept going.

“Come on, a little fucking secret? She’s not 5. Now put that cock in my ass and fuck me as well as you fucked Angela”. I didn’t care. I was already thinking about a threesome. I kept on slapping her ass really hard and fucking her as deep as I could, to her pleasure. She didn’t moaned, she was screaming in joy. No coherent sentence came out of her mouth, just screams of utter satisfaction. After a little while, I said:

“Hey, shouldn’t I repay that small favour, slutface?”

“Yes. I want you to.”

She got on her back and I started eating her out as if I was eating the costiest delicassy in the world. I fingered her and ate her out simultaneously. She loved it. After a bit she screamed “I’m about to fucking….fuck…FUCK!!!”, then it all came out. I backed up a little bit so it all went on the bed. After a couple of seconds, she said “Someone still has some hot cum to spread on someone else’s face. Isn’t that right, you young fuckface?”. She got on her back and I fucked her tits. They were of perfect size for the job. There was no point in changing position for ejaculation. It finally happened and I moaned “Yeahh…oooohhh….fuck yeah”. It squirted really far, and it all went close to her mouth. “Someone’s a bit silence during sex, huh?”, she said, finally pointing out the fact that she was a bit louder than me. I got off of her and she started playing with my cum. She laughed, and said “I feel good. I want you to wash me”. I didn’t care, but I headed in the shower with her. All of our sexual desires were gone for now, but now she treated me differently. She was no longer an uptight bitch, and it was in no way our “little secret”. We got out of the shower and put our clothes back on.

“So….Angela told you?”

“Yeah. Everything. I’m really glad we got to do this. Hey, i’m really sorry i’ve been a bitch with you since…forever. This is just a small sample of how I can get back all those times of being mean to you.”

“Don’t worry. I will fuck you again, though, you know that?”

“What, are you crazy? I love to fuck. You know it”

I did. This confirmed the rumours of her I heard at school.

“I’m cool with incest”, she said. “We should try it with Angela some time. Wouldn’t it be cool, 1 big cock for 2 eager sluts?”

I nodded and she left. She told me she would be downstairs if I needed anything. I felt much happier. I was closer to my 2 sister than I have ever been. Now, I had to think of someone else to have sex with, or of a way to bring these 2 girls in one room and have as much fun as possible. I had some thinking to do.

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Günlerden pazardı ve canım çok sıkılıyordu, evde bir müddet oyalandım vcdyi açıp bir travesti filmine bakıyordum ki birden canım yine sex istedi, Zaten bana böyle kriz gibi gelir ve gözüm asla bişeyi görmezdi. Henüz saat öğlen 12 civarıydı. Nete girsem birilerini bulamazdım derken dışarı çıktım dolaşmaya başladım. O ara konyadaki zafer sinemasının önünden geçerken aklıma sinema geldi. Evet neden olmasın, nasıl olsa bu Erotik film oynatan bi sinemaydı ve içerde bir sürü abaza erkek vardı. Zaten gaylar için ertik sinema bulunmaz bir fırsattı, aslında oraya gidip kendimi siktirecek birilerini bulmayı daha önceden de çok istemiştim ama çarşının ortasında bir yerdeydi ve arkadaşlarım beni görebilirlerdi. Rezil olurdum. Çünkü yakışıklı biriydim peşimde okuldan bir sürü kız vardı ve yattığım bir sürü bayan olduğunu biliyorlardı böyle bir yerde görülmek istemezdim. Ama yaz tatiliydi ve kimse yoktu. Rahattım o yüzden. İçeri girip bilet aldım, salona girdim pek fazla kimse yoktu canım sıkılmıştı ama bu rahat hareket etmemi sağlayabilirdi. Orta sıralara bir yere gelip oturdum. Az sonra içeri birkaç kişi daha geldi. İçerde sigara içiliyordu ve bu yüzden bayağı pis kokuyordu burası. Bu ara iki koltuk yanıma 16-17 yaşlarında bir çocuk geldi Ben sigara çıkartıp yakmaya çalışıyordum ama çakmağım yanmıyordu bir türlü.Bunu farkeden çocuk kendi çakmağını çıkartıp yakayım abi dedi. sigaramı yakıp teşekkür ettim ve ona da bir tane verdim. teşekkür Escort etti. konuşmaya başladık adı Can`mış, Filmi bırakıp onunla muhabbet etmeye başlamıştık.Bayağı samimi olmuştuk ve sexten konuşmaya başlamıştık. Tatlı bir çocuktu ve içimde fırtınalar kopmaya başlamıştı evet kendimi bu çocuğa siktirecektim. Can bana hiç porno film seyretmediğini söyleyince işte fırsat bu dedim ve ona evde vcdim olduğunu ve birçok porno filmimin olduğunu söyledim ama çekiniyordum ters tepki verir diye. Birden çok sevindi ya evin uzakmı ne tür filmlerin var evde kimse varmı gibisinden sorular sormaya başlayınca oldu bu iş dedim ve hadi kalk gidelim dedim. Birlikte çıktık sinemadan.onu kendime bağlamalıydım. orta boylu esmer yüzünde tüy dahi olmayan nefis bir çocuktu bayılmıştım resmen ona, yemek yiyelim mi dedim evet dedi. Hemen bir lokantaya gittik yemek yedik. Herşeye evet diyordu bu çok hoşuma gitmişti, erkeğimi iyice beslemeliydim. Sonra bir pastaneye gidip tatlılarımısıda yedik ve markete gidip kola çikolata ve birer paket sgara alıp evimin yolnu tuttuk. Eve girip kolaları açtık ve sigarayla birlikte içmiyi başladık çocuk çok heyecanlıydı ilk defa porno seyredecekti. Normal bir film açtım ve seyretmeye başladık. Benim yatağımın üzerinde oturuyorduk. Can bana çaktırmadan sikiyle oynuyordu. Ona rahat olmasını ve benden çekinmemesini söyledim sevindi buna ve pantolonunu üzerinden sikiyle oynamaya başladı ona istersen şort giyin daha rahat edersin Escort Bayan dedim hem pantolonun kirlenmez dedim. tamam dedi ve ona bir şort verdim dışarı çıktım, az sonra beni çağırdı giyindim diye, içeri geçtiğimde harika bir manzara vardı şortun önü çadır gibi olmuştu, tişörtünüde çıkar dedim hava sıcak dedim, tamam deyip onuda çıkartınca kılsız esmer tenini gördüğümde dahada delirdem hele ergenlikten dolayı şişen memeuçlarını gördüğümde dahada delirdim. bende şortumu giydim. Hem konuşuyor hemde filme bakıyorduk, Cana hiç birini sikip sikmediğini sordum bana hayır dedi. cesaretimi topladım ve eğer isterse beni sikebileceğini söyledim. Can şaşırdı ama abi sen erkeksin dedi. Bende bişey olmaz güzelim erkeğim amım yok ama bak götüm var dedim ve ayağa kalkıp şortumu indirip kılsız beyaz götümü ona gösterdim. Ya ayıp olmazmı dediğinde ayy canım benim ya boşversene hadi bak seni erkek yapıcam dedim ve 31 çekmekten sikin küçülür ama sikersen eğer sikin dahada büyür dedim. Gülünce tamam dedim ve onu yatağa uzatıp önce memelerini emmeye başladım sikini göbeğimde hissediyordum ardından karnını yaladım ve şortunu çıkardım henüz yeni kıllanmış ince siyah bir sik vardı o kadar tatlıydıki hemen ağzıma aldım ve deli gibi emmeye başladım can inliyor ohhhh abi çok güzel ohhh devam et lütfen çok tatlısın gibi laflar ediyordu. Sikni taşşakların emiyor yalıyor yutuyordum adeta. Ellerimlede kılsız kalçalırını okuşuyordum, hiç sesi çıkmıyordu Bayan Escort ve deliğine parmağımla masaj yapmaya başladım. Sonra parmağımı ıslatıp deliğne sokmaya çalışınca can ağzıma spermlerini zevk çığlıkları ata ata boşaltmaya başladı. Hepsini yutmuştum. Yatakta öylece yatıyordu, doğrulup abi harika birşey ya çok güzeldi çok zevk aldım 31 çekmeten daha güzel dedi. Bende daha bu bişey değil dedim bak sana neler yaşatıcam dedim. Tekrar sikini ağzıma alıp emmeye başladım bir kaç dakika sonra kalkamaya başladı yine,Hemen kalktım ve deliğimi biraz tükürükleyip üzerine geldim bak cancım şimdi tam erkek olacaksın çünkü şimdi sikin götüme girecek ve eni sikeveksin tamam mı dedim tamam dedi ve üzerine oturmaya başladım. Çok tatlıydı üzerinde zıplıyor kalçalarımı kıvıra kıvıra siktiriyordum kendini, canın iniltileri o kadar talıydıki anlatamam. Hele o küçük siki götüme öyle zevk veriyorduki deli gibi oturup kalkıyordum üstünde. Sonra kalkıp domaldım can arkama geçip sikini deliğime sokup beni sikmeye başladı bir yandan da kalçalarımı mıncıklıyor sıkıyordu. Yaklaşık 5 dakika kadar da bölyle sikti, Sonra ben sırtüstü uzandım ve can bacaklarımı omuzuna alıp geçirmeye başladı götüme.O kadar tatlı sikiyordu beni. Yüzü aldığı zevkten o kadar mutluyduki. Bu ara benimki de kalkımıştı, canın elini tutup kendi sikimi ona tutturdum, o da benimkini okşamaya başladı ve az sonra çığlık çığlığa ben göbeğime can ise götümün derinliklerine boşalmaya başladık. Can üzerime yığılıp kaldı. Bir süre öylece kaldık. 1 saat kadar öylece uyuduk ve can gideceğini söyledi. Brbirimize telefon numaralarımı verdik ve hafta sonları buluşmayı kararlaştırdık, evet artık 16 yaşında bir sikicim vardıGönderen: gayboy

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Günlerdir buradayız ve yediğimiz şey sadece küçücük adadaki tek ağaçtan kopardığımız Hindistan cevizleri. Her gün o ağacın gölgesine yatıyor ve o küçücük gölgeye iki kişi sığmaya çalışıyoruz. O gün gene ağaca çıkma sırası bendeydi. Adada iki kişiydik. Sonuçta zar zor ağaca çıktım Mavi Adamızdaki tek ağaca. Bir tane Hindistan cevizi sevgilimin kafasına düştü Aşağıya indim acıyla karışık bi ifade vardı yüzünde.. gözlerime çok masum bakıyordu ama.. dudaklarına küçücük bir öpücük kondurdum. O da karşılığını verip kaçtı. Bir anda üzerinde ne var ne yoksa onlarla suya atladı. Gözleri yanıma gel der gibi bakıyordu. Baktım uzun uzun.. kıyafetleri üzerine yapışmıştı. Vücut hatları çok güzel görünüyordu. Yavaş yavaş suya girdim. su buz gibiydi. Bacak Escort aralarıma kadar girmiştim. Her dalgada zıplıyordum. Çünkü çok üşüyordum. Bir anda beni ıslatmaya başladı, sinirlenmiştim ama? yanına gittim dudaklarını deli gibi öpmeye başladım. Sırtını askılı badisinin altından daireler çizerek okşamaya başlamıştım bile. Dudaklarını yalıyor ısırıyor emiyordum. Bir anda kollarımın arasından yok oldu…! Etrafıma bakındım.Yoktu?Suyun altından direk kıyıya çıkıp uzandı. Tek ayağını kaldırdı. Güneş bacak aralarına gölge düşürüyordu. Kıyıya çıktım yanına uzandım. Kulak memelerini öpmeye başladım. Her yerini öpüyordum. Vücudu mükemmele yakındı. Üzerine uzandım incitmeden. Ellerini kollarıyla birlikte başının üzerine alıp vücudunu gerdim. Escort Bayan Dudaklarını bırakamıyordum. Çok güzeldi. Her yerimi öpüyordu suratımda. Boynuna indim öperek. Zevk alıyordu anlayabiliyordum. Badisini çıkarttım. Göğüsleri çok tatlıydı. Daireler çizerek dilimi dolaştırıyordum. Uçlarını ısırıyordum. Göbek deliğine de hatrı kalmasın diye bir öpücük kondurdum ve safari şortunu indirmeye başladım. Ama vücuduna yapışmıştı. Zorlayarak indirdim. Benimde üzerimde sadece şortum vardı. Ben şortunu indirdikten sonra o da düğmelerimi açıp şortumu indirdi. Fındıkkırana ulaşması için tek engel üzerinde ?dikkat çocuk uyuyor? yazılı boxerımdı. Onunda sade bir iç çamaşırı vardı. Bacak aralarını öptüm ve iç çamaşırını indirdim. Bayan Escort Fındık karşımdaydı. Yukarıdan aşağa, sağa sola çapraza dil hareketleriyle yaladım onu. Emiyordum aralarda? ısırıyordum fındığı. Sonra fındıkkıran derin dil darbeleriyle uyandırıldı. Daireler çiziliyordu üzerinde. Ama hoşuna gitmişti. Fındıkkıranın sabrı kalmamıştı artık. Fındığı istiyordu. Yavaş yavaş sürtünmeye başladı fındığın üzerinde. Sonra bir anda sorgusuz sualsiz derin acılar vererek içeri girdi. Fındık irkildi. Sevgilim inlemeye başladı derin bir bağırtıdan sonra. Zevk bağırtısı olduğunu anladıktan sonra daha da hızlandım. pozisyon değiştirip üzerine oturdu fındıkkıranın fındık. Süperdi. Üzerinde zıplıyordu. Fındık yanıyordu. İkimizin dudağından dökülen sözler iniltiler sanki bir şarkı gibiydi. Bir yandan göğüs uçlarını okşuyordum. Bir elimde sırtında dolaşıyor. Geriye doğru gerdiriyordum vücudunu. İkimizde doruk noktasındaydık. Fındıkkıran deli gibi fındığın içine boşaldı? Gönderen: arcento

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Sevgi adında arkadaşım vardı.
Biz çok eskiden beri arkadaştık.
Sevgi biraz yanar döner bir kızdı.
Seks yapmayı severdi.
Benim arkadaşım olduğu için ben elimi ona hiç sürmemiştim ta ki o geceye kadar.
Birlikte eğlenmek için bara gitmiştik.
Canlı müzik alkol falan derken eğlencenin tadını çıkarıyorduk.
İkimi de alkolü biraz fazla kaçırmıştık.
Ben yine iyiydim ama sevgi mal olmuştu.
Bu halde onu evine götüremezdim.
O yüzden onu benim eve götürmüştüm.
Ayakta duracak hali yoktu.
Zar zor onu taksiye bindirmiş ve benim eve geçmiştik.
Biraz kendine gelsin diye onu banyoya Escort sokmuştum.
Elini yüzünü yıkayacaktım.
Elini yüzünü yıkadım baktım olmuyor küveti su ile doldurdum ve onu kıyafetleri ile küvete sokup çıkardım.
Islanınca bütün vücudu ortaya çıkmıştı.
Bunun üzerine ben tam banyodan çıkacaktım ki beni de kendine çekerek küvete itmişti.
Bende sırılsıklam olmuştum.
Sarhoş arkadaşım niyeti bozmuştu ve bir anda küvetin içinde sevişmeye başlamıştık.
  Sevgi yanıyorum sik beni diye söylenmeye başlamıştı.
Onu ıslak ıslak görünce bende çok tahrik olmuştum.
Bunun üzerine sevginin kıyafetlerini Escort Bayan çıkardıktan sonra kendi kıyafetlerimi de çıkarmıştım.
Sıcak suyun için de harika anlar yaşamaya başlamıştık.
Arkadaşım sikimi eline alarak yalamaya başlamıştı.
O yaladıkça ben alkolün de etkisi ile iyice zevke geliyordum.
Bir süre sikimi yalattıktan sonra bende arkadaşımın amcığını yalamaya başladım.
Zevkten sulanana kadar yaladıktan sonra sıra sikmeye gelmişti.

Sıcak su dolu küvetin içine oturduktan sonra arkadaşımı da kucağıma almıştım.
Sikimi amcığına yerleştirir yerleştirmez Bayan Escort arkadaşım çok iyi sik beni oh ah diye söylenmeye başlamıştı.
Sıcak suyun içinde sikişmek ayrı bir keyif veriyordu.
Sıcak suyun altında o güzel amcığın içinde gidip gelen yarrağım ikimize de zevk dolu anlar yaşatıyordu.
Bir süre suyun altında pompalayınca zevke gelmiştim ve sikimi amcığında çıkararak suyun içine boşalmıştım.
Daha sonra sikimi tekrar amcığına sokarak alttan alttan pompalamaya devam etmiştim.
Arkadaşımda artık iyice zevke gelmişti.
Banyo sevginin zevk sesleri ile yankılanmaya başlamıştı.
Onu inlete inlete siktikte sonra amcığında çıkmış ve ayağa kalmıştım.
Sikimi eline vermiştim.
Hemen ağzına alarak şehvetle yalamaya başlamıştı.
Bunun üzerine ben yeniden zevkin doruklarına ulaşmış ve ikinci postayı ağzına boşalarak rahatlamıştım.

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A Ghostly Haunting
Chapter Seven
by Simon Fear

Detective Lawrence made her way through the woods towards the Selmer House. Every now and then she turned to look behind often hearing a twig snap or the sound of leaves being tromped on but she never saw anything. Finally when she got to the edge of the woods and the house in site she distinctly heard a growl not too far behind her. She quickly turned around but nothing was there. “There’s nothing there, you’re just scaring yourself,” she said to herself. She wanted to take one more good look around the house while it was empty to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. While she now suspected the Real Estate Agency for the attempted rape on Ashley Logan, and previous cases involving young girls in the past, she wanted to make sure that the mom, Lisa Logan was not the perp. There had been just too many details that did fit. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a lock pick kit, and then quickly unlocked the back door, entering the utility room. She looked around and then proceeded through the door that went into the Living Room. The fold out bed/couch was still set up for bed setting. She looked through some table drawers and then checked the sheets for possible vaginal secretions or penis secretions. There were several stained places in the sheets. She took a pair of scissors out and cut small portions out of the stained areas and placed each piece in different small vials, which she placed in her pockets.

They would be tested for the mom’s vaginal secretions and Ashley’s and also for the possibility of a man’s semen. If it only came up with the mom’s and daughter’s DNA then that would assume that both mom and daughter had had orgasms on the bed. If it came up that there was another DNA then she would look into the Real Estate Agent Mr. John Reihnholt and even possibly the father eve though he claimed to be in the city during that time. Det. Lawrence then proceeded upstairs to the second floor. She looked around Ashley room and noticed wet stains on her sheets. She collected some samples and placed them in another vile labeled Ashley’s sheets. She then proceeded up to the third and entered Mr. & Mrs. Logan’s room. The box that had contained Mrs. Logan’s vibrators and dildos was still out and empty. Det. Lawrence was still waiting for the results from the lab on those. Det. Lawrence went through the room checking drawers, under the bed, and in the closet for any possible clue. She then walked into the Master Bathroom. She began looking around and then peered into the bathroom. It had been used today, probably a few hours ago. There was still some standing water near the drain and soap scum. Then something against the other wall caught her eye. She took a closer look and noticed that there was semen on the wall of the far end of the shower. She took another vile and using the edge scooped some of the semen into it then put a cap on it. She figured it to be Mr. Logan’s cum, so she labeled the vile “Steve Logan ?”. She would check and see if it matched with any of the stains on the couch/bed in the living room. She looked at her watch and noticed that it had been an hour since she had left swimming hole. Placing the vile in her pocket she flipped off the light and proceeded out. She was almost to the door of Master Bedroom when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She quietly moved to the landing and looked over the railing.

The footsteps continued on up the stair as the entered on the second landing. In a moment the person would pass by Ashley’s door. She kept watching but did not see when the footsteps started up for the third floor. How did she miss the person. Should have passed into her line of view. She open the closet door in the hallway and walked and then keeping the door open only a crack she peeked out waiting for the person to step onto the third landing. When she heard the person stop at the landing she strained her eyes but could not see anyone. The footsteps then proceeded in the opposite direction from her and entered the Master Bedroom. She had not seen anyone. She let out a sigh when a strong rough hand grasped her shoulder from behind. Det. Lawrence bolted out of the closet and drew her 40. caliber glock and pointed it into the closet. Nothing came out. Grabbing her small flashlight from her belt she shined it into the closet and saw…nothing…it was empty. She slowly lowered her pistol when she heard a low growl from her side. Turning to her side she saw a large German Shepherd glaring at her his teeth bared. She raised her gun at the beast when it issued a bark. Det Lawrence slowly backed up, “Easy there boy, down, I’m leaving now.” The dog followed her movements as it continued to growl. Suddenly the dog leapt at her. Det. Lawrence fired her pistol at the dog. As it sailed through the air and hit Det. Lawrence she stumbled back and fell down. She quickly sat and moved her pistol around the hall. The dog was now where to be seen. She looked at the stairs then back to the end of the hallway where the dog had come from. Where had it gone, well she didn’t want to stick around to found out. She quickly turned around and screamed. The dog was in front of her blocking her path to the stairs growling. Where did it come from, and why wasn’t dead. She knew she had hit it. She slowly backed up keeping her gun on the dog as she moved to the office at the end of the hallway. If she had too, she would get in there, shut the door and climb out the window. The dog slowly followed her.

As Det. Lawrence took another step back she stopped as she bumped into something. She spun around to face the person when hands grabbed her arms, and a foot kicked her in the stomach knocking her down. Her gun flew over the railing and landing on the second floor landing. Det. Lawrence glanced up and saw a tall muscular man standing before, and evil look in his eyes. She noticed that his clothing was very old fashioned. “Sir I don’t know who you are or why your here, but you have just assaulted a police officer and your under arrest.” The man sneered at her, and in a low sinister voice spoke, “You have no authority over me Ma’am. You are trespassing on my property. The girl and her mom living here are my and you will not interfere.” Det. Lawrence opened her mouth to speak when the big man reached down grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. “Let go of me, you are asking for so much trouble.” The man laughed as he threw her against the wall.

The air got knocked out Det. Lawrence as her head swam. Through her blurry vision she saw the man walked to her and then grabbed them hem of her dress slack and very roughly pulled them down. Det. Escort Lawrence tried to swing her fist at the man but he just simply grabbed her hand and pinned it behind her. He then pulled a large hunting knife from his belt and slid under the waistband of her pink thong cutting the flimsy material from her. Det. Lawrence gasped out as the air touched her smooth and almost hairless pussy. A small patch of black pubic hair showed above her slit. Det. Lawrence looked into her assaulter’s eye, “Wha…What are you doing? Let me go. Please don’t raped me.” The man leered in her face, “What makes you think that I want anything to do with you?” Grabbing her neck her spun her around to face the large German Shepherd. “You must be punished. All bitches must be punished. I do not want anything to do with you. But my faithful friend here, he wants you.” Det. Lawrence gasped for breath as she realized what the man intended for her, “No…No please no.” The man hit her in the side, and she double over in pain. The man then grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to her hands and knees then roughly turned her to face him again. Her bare ass was now facing the dog, her pussy lips showing between her thighs. Tears formed at her eyes as she pleaded, “Please don’t, I’ll leave, just let me go.”

The man ignored her as he whistled. The dog slowly moved forward till his cold wet nose pressed against Det. Lawrence’s pussy, causing her to moan. The dog then began to lap her lap as the man held her down. Det. Lawrence tried to struggle free but the man was too strong. She then tried closing her legs together but the dog then nipped her ass cheek bring pain to her forcing her legs open again. The dog then began licking her pussy again. Det. Lawrence tried to ignore it but the long wet tongue of the great dog was sending pleasure through her pussy. Det. Lawrence moaned out. The dog continued to lapping her pussy, as Det. Lawrence felt her own juices begin to seep out from her pussy lips. A low tingling began to build deep with her. Det. Lawrence whimpered as she knew she would soon be cumming. Why was her body betraying her like this. She was not into animal sex. It repulsed her but her body had a will of its own. Det. Lawrence groaned out, “UGGghhhh please no, UUggggg, not like this.” Her body trembled as her orgasm built. The dogs tongue work on her pussy as it slipped inside her pussy. “AAHHHhhh, MMMMmmmm” Det. Lawrence thrusted her ass out without realizing what she was doing. The trembling grew stronger as her orgasm began to reach its peak. “UUUgggghhhh God nooo, uuhhhhhhh, Nooooo pleassssee, Uggghhhh oh shit yeessssss, UUGggggghhh fuck make me cummm.” Did she just asked to be made to cum. Damn what was happening to her she thought. The dog slid his tongue further into her pussy. “AAAaahhhhhhhh fuck uggghhhhhh, yeesssssss, ugghhhhh I…I’mm CUUMMMMIIINNNGGG. AAAHHHHHHH.” Det. Lawrence’s body shook as she came, her juices heavily flowing out of her pussy and down her thighs. The dog continued to lap up her juices as her body shook again her orgasm still hitting her. “UUGGggghhhh fuckkk aahahhhhhh.” Finally her orgasm slowed then she was done.

She gasped as she struggled to understand what had overcome her. The man’s hand was still on her neck. She hoped that he would let her go now, “Please sir, please let me go now.” The man just laughed, and evil laugh, “I do not think. You seemed to enjoy that so I think we shall continue. Come on boy, you had your appetizer, now for the main course.” Det. Lawrence screamed out, “NOOOOO.” The dog jumped on her back putting his paws on either side of her. She felt his penis touch her ass cheek as she realized she was bout to be raped by this beast. The dog began humping against her, trying to force himself into her pussy. After several attempts Det. Lawrence felt the tip of his penis touch her pussy lips. She tried to clamped down her pussy muscles, but because she was so wet now the dog easily slipped in her. Det. Lawrence cried as the big dog behind pounding her pussy, “UGGHhh, uhhhh, aahhhh, plea…please sto…stop this…please…ugghhh.” She felt her orgasm quickly building again and she knew it would not take long for her to cum. The dog pounded fiercely at her pussy. Det. Lawrence squinted her eye shut desperately trying to shut out her moans and cry of pleasure and the sensations flowing through her pussy. Det. Lawrence screamed as she came again, “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, YES YES YES, OOOHHHHH FUCK UGGGHHHHH!!!” The great dog rammed his Dick one last time into Det. Lawrence’s pussy as he came, she could feel his jizz flow into her, filling her up. Det. Lawrence’s body gave one more strong spasm, then she collapsed onto the floor. The dog jumped off of her but was stuck as he had knotted inside her. The dog jerked causing Det. Lawrence to shudder. She had seen dogs have sex and get stuck and she knew that it would take about 10 or 15 minutes before he got lose.

Detective Lawrence closed her eyes, hoping that everything would go away and that this had just been a nightmare, when she realized that something was something different. She could not feel the dog inside her pussy. She glanced up and saw that strangely dressed man was gone. She looked behind her and noticed that the dog was gone too. Det. Lawrence struggled to her feet, grabbing her slacks she stumbled down the stairs, her knees weak. She decided she would just put her pants on when she got away from there. She didn’t want to stick around any longer in case the man and his dog came back. When she reached the second landing she saw her gun laying on the floor. She picked it up and held it before as she continued on down the stairs till she reached the bottom. She looked around the entry and then took a quick glance down the hallway. No one was there. She quickly opened the front door and ran outside. The sun was begin to set, it was getting late. She glanced at her watch as she got to her car, 8:00 PM. As she fumbled for her keys in pants pocket she heard the dreadful growl from the beastly dog. Glancing back she saw it standing on the front porch, the man next to it, scowling at her. She opened her car when she heard the dog bark. She glanced back again just in time to see it jump off the porch and run after her. She tossed her pants into the passenger seat and got in and slammed the door shut just as the dog jumped up on her door. Barking and snarling at her it started hitting the driver side window with it great paws.

Det. Lawrence fumbled with the keys as she stuck it in the ignition, when she heard the window crack. She started the car and threw it reverse just as her window shattered spraying her with Escort Bayan glass fragments. The dog reached in with his powerful jaws and bit down on her left arm. Screaming in pain she slammed on the gas, spinning the tires she sped backwards, as she ran over the mailbox. The dog let go, and threw the gear into drive and sped forward. The dog did not follow. As drove away she picked up the mic to her police radio, “Dispatch, this 13 niner, I need assis…” She broke off communication over the radio when she heard a growl behind her. Shaking she looked in her rear view mirror. “What the FU…” She screamed as the dog jumped forward from the back seat biting her right arm, sinking his teeth into her flesh. Det. Lawrence screamed as she jerked the steering, the dog shaking her arm back and forth. The car careened off the side of the road and bounced across the ditch and into the woods, still on the Selmer property. As she bounced her foot slammed on the gas pedal, speeding the car forward, Det. Lawrence looked up just in time to the big tree in front of her. The car slammed into it, folding up on itself, Det. Lawrence’s head went through the windshield a large shard of glass piercing her neck. Det. Lawrence neck broken she was alive just enough to know that could not breath, blood bubbling from her mouth. As her eyes weakened she looked forward. The dog and man stood in front of her car watching her, she heard the man say, “Just what every bitch deserves.” The light faded from Detective Lawrence’s eye.
At the swimming hole, Ashley Logan and Vicky Reihnholt swam about, laughing and splashing each other with water. Ashley dived under the water and the swam back up her head breaking the surface. Vicky was about 5 feet from smiling at her. The she too dived under the water. As Ashley treaded the water she felt Vicky swim up and to her, felt her hands on her naked thigh as she spread her legs apart. “Vicky, what are you doing, you will suffocate down there.” Vicky ignore her as she pressed her face against Ashley pussy, her tongue sliding into Ashley warm pussy. “MMMMM, that feels so good Vicky, don’t stop.” Ashley pushed her through and felt of Vicky hair, as she ran her hands through, feeling the pleasure that her friend was giving to her pussy. Ashley closed her eye, “OOOHHhhh fuck that feels so good, UGgggghhh.” “Hey what are doing over there, playing with yourself with out even inviting me over.” Ashley snapped her eyes open, and Vicky’s grinning face just above the surface of the water, still 5 feet away. Ashley shivered as she felt her pussy still being licked, her hands resting on someone head, who was still between her legs. Ashley heart leapt into her throat, she felt the blood drain from her face.

Vicky seeing Ashley face go white, got worried, “Baby what wrong, what is it?” Ashley barely whispered, “Vicky help me.” Vicky did not understand her friend, “Ash sweety what is it, wrong.” Ashley felt a pair of hand creeping up the back of her thighs till they rested against her ass, squeezing them. The tongue from the person under the water continued to slide into Ashley’s pussy. Ashley scared shitless felt her bladder release itself into the water. Vicky sensing something wrong began to swim over to Ashley, when Ashley screamed out, kicking her legs as she struggled to swim for the bank. Vicky swam harder after her friend kicking her legs through the water, as she heard Ashley scream, “VICKY HELP ME, VICKY!!!” As Vicky neared the area where Ashley had been just a moment she felt a pair slide up her own thighs and caress her ass cheek. Vicky looked back behind her as she saw the pair of small girlish hands break the surface reaching for her. She could see the form of someone under the water, the long hair flowing out. Vicky screamed out as she kicked out and swam with all her might to the bank.

Ashley jumped out the water and ran up onto the bank. “Vicky hurry get out of there!!” Vicky’s fingers felt the edge of the bank as she tried to pull herself up her hands slipped and slipped back into the water. Turning around in the water, she screamed out, water rushing into her mouth. She saw before her in the water the face of a beautiful girl looking at her, her eyes filled with sadness. As Vicky’s lungs filled with water she felt herself slipping further down into the water. Suddenly a pair of arms shot into the water and grabbed under her arms, pulling her back up. Vicky gave one finally kicked with her legs as she shot upward. Vicky’s head broke through the water as she grabbed a hold of Ashley’s arms. Ashley pulling up and back dragged her friend up onto the shore. Vicky coughed and gurgled as she threw up the water that had gone into her lung. As they both laid on the bank, Ashley held onto Vicky as she struggled for air. Finally when Vicky stopped coughing and hacking up water her breathing got calmer she wrapped her arms around Ashley there naked bodies pressing into each other.

When both girls finally calmed down they looked back towards the water. They both gasped as they saw a head emerge from the water about 10 feet away from, the eyes barely above the surface as the girl watched them for a moment then sank back below the water. Ashley spoke first, “What the hell was that?” Vicky shook her head, “I think that the was the ghost of Samantha Selmer.” Ashley stared wide-eyed at the now calm surface of the water, “Then it’s true, my house is haunted, ghosts are real.” Pulling Vicky closer to her, “Did she dragged you under the water?” Vicky shook her head, “No, no I just slipped, but she was there watching me, with sad eyes. What did she do to you?” Ashley blushed, “She uh…she was licking my pussy.” Vicky giggled, “It felt like she tried to caress my ass when I swam after you. So she didn’t try to hurt you an any way?” Ashley shook her head, “No, it seemed more like she just wanted to pleasure me than hurt me. And…and I think she has done it before to me.” Vicky gave her friend a puzzled look, so Ashley told her about when she had taken a nap the day before and had woken up cumming in her bed, and then how she thought she had heard movement in her room and thought she had felt a hand. Vicky studied Ashley for moment, “You saved me. I thought I was going to drown, but you risked yourself when you reached in to grab, thinking that she might pull you in as well.” Ashley blushed and looked down, “I had to, I mean your my girlfriend, I couldn’t let something awful happen to you.” Realizing that she had said girlfriend she blushed even deeper, knowing that she had just revealed her true feelings. Vicky stared thoughtfully at Ashley, “Do you really mean that, do you see me as your girlfriend?” Ashley Bayan Escort nodded her head not looking up. Vicky leaned forward and placing her hand under Ashley’s chin lifted her head to look into her eyes. Ashley saw tears streamed down Vicky’s face. Then Vicky kissed her. When they broke the kiss, Vicky smiled, “You have just made me very happy, because I have been thinking of you as my girlfriend as well.”

Vicky gazed back at the water, “I don’t think that the ghost of Samantha intends us any harm. Remember when I told you earlier about what had happened to me?” Ashley nodded her head. “I think that when I saw her run past and that guy, whom I believe to be her father let go of me, I think she was helping me.” Ashley was about to say something when both girls heard a gun shot in the distance. Vicky looked around, “I think that came from your house Ashley. Does your dad own any guns?” Ashley nodded her head, “He owns a 9-mm and my mom owns a small .25” Vicky jumped up, we should get back, your parents must have seen Lt. Selmer and reacted in self-defense thinking he was a real guy.” Ashley stood up as well, then looked around, “Hey, where are our clothes?” Vicky then noticed that they were indeed missing there clothing, “Shit do you think she took them?” Ashley shook her head, “I don’t know but we can’t stay here, maybe she doesn’t mean us harm, but it could be a ruse to trick us into trusting her.” Vicky pushed the wet hair out of her face, “How do we explain ourselves to your parents that we’re naked?” “We can sneak in and quickly go to my room, and you can borrow some of my clothes. They might be a little small on you, but then I don’t think you will mind.” Vicky saw Ashley grinning at her, she laughed and pinched Ashley’s butt.

Both girls began walking back to the house, being careful not to step on thorns since they were barefooted. As they neared the edge of the woods, they heard a muffled scream come from inside the house. Both girls froze. “That sounded like a woman’s scream.” “Mom must be in trouble, to hell with being naked.” Both girls began to run when they stopped suddenly. A young teen girl stepped out from behind a tree blocking their path, she had her head lowered. Ashley and Vicky both noticed that the girl was stark naked, a patch of pubic covering her pussy, her body glistening wet, her long brown hair soaked and plastered to her pale but slender body. Both girls hugged each other their naked bodies pressed close together. Both girls jumped when they heard a voice speak. It did not seem to come from the girl, but instead it came from everywhere, a soft girlish voice, “Beware, do not go back to house, danger awaits for you.” Both girls trembled then they heard another scream come from the house. Ashley screamed out, “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US? THAT’S MY MOM IN THERE, LEAVE US ALONE!!!” The young girl slowly raised her head as her green eyes sparkled at them. Her face was very beautiful, but her eyes were indeed very sad. Vicky recognized her as the girl she had seen under the water, “That’s her, that’s Samantha.”

The young ghost girl smiled softly at them then they heard the soft voice flow from every where again, even though her lips did not move, “No, not your mom. Another. Someone not friendly to you. Do not go to the house. You are safe for now. Stay.” The young girl’s body shimmered then just vanished. Vicky and Ashley held close to each as they heard another scream from the house. They crept behind a large oak tree and sat down and waited. Soon they heard the front of the house open. They heard the sound of feet running across the gravel in the front drive, then barking and screaming as a car started up, then glass break and then the car peeled out of the drive. They still dared not move. They heard the car drive off in the distance, when they heard tires squealing on the pavement in the distance as the car careened of the road, and the sound of the car as it hit something. Both girls trembled if fear wondering what was going on. Then silence enclosed around the girls as they huddled together. They almost screamed when they heard the soft voice again, “It is safe for now. You may go. He can do no more today.” Both girls slowly stood up and moved to the edge of the woods looking cautiously around them, waiting for something to jump out at them. Finally they made it to the back door. It stood wide open. Ashley had known she had locked it. Vicky went forward first and looked into the utility room, then called to Ashley, “It’s ok, and guess what.” Ashley gave her girlfriend a puzzled look. Vicky smiled and reached in the door and then pulled out some clothes, “Here’s our clothes.” They quickly got dressed and went into the living room. All was quiet. Ashley picked up the phone and called her dad.

Mr. Logan was driving home in the expedition his wife sitting next to him in the passenger seat when his cell started ringing. He pulled it from his holder clipped to belt and looked at the caller ID “It’s Ashley.” Mrs. Logan stared at her husband as he answered it, “Ashley is everything alright?” Mrs. Logan looked on anxiously as she saw her husband face grow worried. “Are you and Vicky hurt. Ok locked the doors sweety we’re almost home.” Placing the phone back he stepped on the gas pedal speeding the Expedition up. Mrs. Logan looked at her husband questionably, fear creeping through her, as her husband took her hand into his own, “Ashley and Vicky were out in the woods when the heard a gun shot come from the house, and then screaming. They hid and then they heard leave the house and leave. They’re inside right now but both doors were open. They are ok right now.” Mr. Logan continued speeding home as he picked up the cell phone and called the police, “This is Steve Logan. I just received a call from my daughter at 421 Shadow Brook Lane. She and her friend heard gunshots and screaming come from our house. I am on my way there now can you send out some officers.” Mr. Logan paused as he listened to the dispatcher. After a moment he said, “Thank you will be there when you arrive.” He put the phone back down, and looked at his wife, “She said that she had received a call over the radio from Detective Lawrence requesting assistance but was cut off. They didn’t know where she was, but they think she might have been at our place and ran into trouble.” Mrs. Logan squeezed her husband’s hand as he went around the curve. They did not see the car off in the distance in the wood, the front end wrapped around the tree and the car itself folded up.

Ashley and Vicky ran out the front door when they saw Ashley’s parents pull in as the Expedition skidded to a halt on the gravel. Ashley ran into her father arms, then hug her mom. A young teen girl, naked looked through the second the floor window. They were safe for now.

To Be Continued……………..

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Men’s sex drives are not only stronger than women’s, but much more straightforward. The sources of women’s libidos, by contrast, are much harder to pin down. It’s common wisdom that women place more value on emotional connection as a spark of sexual desire. But women also appear to be heavily influenced by social and cultural factors as well.

Marina wakes up to me saying something about breakfast, still feeling groggy from a late night of sex. She tries to say that what she really needs is coffee, but all she manages to get out is groaning ” nnnn coffee.” ” Stay in bed,” I say clearly. ” Roll over on your side.” My voice is gentle, but very firm. Low and even, she responds to my tone and rolls over. I pull myself forward to meet her, settling myself firmly against her back, pulling my head in close so my lips sit right behind her ear. ” Raise your leg and separate,” That same controlled voice in her ear. Her tired brain finally catches up to what’s going on. As she moves her leg, she realizes that she is already turned on. She dismisses it, thinking I must have been lucky enough to catch her on a morning, she is having a nice dream. But as the sleep clears from her brain, she realizes I’m probably laying in bed next to her, stroking her hips, running my lips across her neck and shoulder, trying to wake her up. Marina caught me doing it many times, and has suspected me of doing it many other times. She starts to turn to tease me for what she is sure she has caught me doing, but I interrupt, that familiar, in control, voice so close it feels like it’s coming from inside her head. my words quite, slow, intentional: ” Use your vibrator on yourself while I lay behind you.”

I’m incredible at honing in on the things she didn’t even know she needed, until she hears them as little commands from me. As soon as she hears the words she knows it’s how she wants to spend her morning. There’s a particular kind of pleasure to saying yes to the things I ask, to obeying those little commands that are carefully chosen to be exactly what I know will satisfy her. Marina reaches forward into the nightstand and feels around for her vibrator, as soon as she manages to pull it from the drawer my firm hands settle her comfortably back against me. Her vibrator whirs to life with the buzzing we both know well, and as she nestles it against herself the outside world fades. All she feels is the pleasurable hum of the vibrator, moving her closer to release, my hands firmly on her, my cock pressing patiently into her back, and my words, spoken directly into her ear: ” There’s nothing hotter than you with the vibrator pressed up against you.” ” I will never stop telling you that,” She feels herself surrendering; the words in her ear becoming the only thoughts in her head. ” I want to appreciate you.” ” Let me have you, you’re mine to play with.” Her hips start to grind involuntarily, struggling against my grip, the familiar tension building. She feels my breathing change against her, but somehow my words are just as even and sure: ” I want to taste you.” ” Let me lick your lips while you vibrate to an orgasm.”

The questions are not really questions at this point, I roll her onto her back without waiting for an answer. In an instant my hands are on her inner thighs, and I brush my lips against hers, holding them there for a second, getting them wet. She swears she hears me take a long inhale before I purses my lips around one of her lips, pulling on it ever so slightly. The new sensation almost sends her over the edge, but she tenses up to resist. I run my tongue slowly around her opening, she feels her head roll sideways as I tease myself just inside. For this first time this morning she feels herself with a need that I haven’t taken care of before she realizes she has it: Marina needs me pressed firmly against her. There’s just something about the release of an orgasm with someone or something pressed hard against her, it changes all the sensations. She feels my tongue slowly and firmly trace all the way up her opening, and just as she worry’s she might not get what she needs, she feels my face press against her, my tongue flicking slightly back and forth. She struggles with her free hand to hold my head against her bucking hips. I oblige and push myself firmly against her. The moans she can’t control drown out the buzz of the vibrator and as I match the thrusts of her hips perfectly the pressure sends me over the edge and she feels herself shaking and contracting against me.

I keep myself pressed firmly against her as her orgasm slows and her contractions wind down. As she pulls the vibrator away I very slowly return to let my tongue roam, but this time more gently. Drinking her all in as her familiar post orgasm giggle signals to me that she has been satisfied and she is now relaxed. Wordlessly I kiss her deeply, she doesn’t know which of us enjoys the taste of her on my lips more. She opens her eyes to meet my gaze, waiting for me to show her what I have in mind next—-whatever it is, she knows she wants it…” Get on your hands and knees.” as I snickered in her ear. ” Now hold still. You will enjoy this.” Marina whimpers into the bed as my hand feels its way between her legs and onto her ass cheeks. I plied and kneaded at the soft globes until my middle finger found its way in between the mounds. The finger rubbed and wormed its way around, at last finding the entrance to her sweet pussy. She moans softly, causing me to smile. She didn’t resist as I push her legs apart dragging her hips slightly back, positioning her for entry. Licking my lips, I took my cock in hand and guided it towards her pussy lips. ” Oh God, John” Escort she groans as she feels the head of my cock press against her pussy lips. In one, quick jab I thrust half my cock into her wet pussy.

She whimpers and moans but I hold her firm. I put one hand on her hips, and with the other I push her head down and slightly to the side. Sucking in a hot breath, she tenses, then forcibly relaxes, trying to accommodate my size in her wet tight cunt. I hold her head as she sniffles, she slowly reaches down and begins to finger her clit. I grunted and laughed in her ear, as I begin to move my cock around inside of her as best I can. From the combination of the stimulation to her clit and the cock in her pussy, Marina feels her juices begin to flow and lubricate around my cock. I feel it too. With A handful of her hair, I squeeze her tits through her nightie and start to thrust up into her. She closes her eyes, I begin to batter her with quick, hard thrusts. my body is locked on one, solitary purpose: filling her cunt with my sperm. As my thrusting became more and more ferocious, I begin to push on her head, forcing her closer to the bed. With my orgasm near, she begins to thrust back against me. I moan as she starts to milk my cock with each thrust. I can’t believe how good it feels. Now that she is fucking me back, I knew I couldn’t last. Grabbing her shoulders, I slam into her several more times before at last erupting in her cunt. Blob after blob spurted deep inside her. My cock jerking and slowly starts to soften. I lick the side of her face and pull out abruptly. I wipe my cock on her nightie and left her gasping for breathe on the bed as I lay beside her, totally satisfied.

Marina slumped against the bed, her pussy is on fire. She feels her juices, blood and my sperm dripping down her inner thighs. She turns looking at me with pure love in her eyes. I smile back at her. She knew, now, that her torment has only just begun. She sucked me off, swallowed my sperm, she feels my eyes crawling over her. She hesitated, but slowly got up and followed after me. She found me naked, face down on the bed. She frowned, but found herself climbing onto the bed beside me. She started at my shoulders, rubbing them awkwardly. I sighed. ” That feels good,” I moan. ” Straddle my hips.” Marina slowly swung a leg over my body and settled down on my ass. I groan as I feel her bald pussy lips brushing my skin. I still feel the wetness of her juices, and my cum mixed within her. She works over my neck, shoulders and back as best she can. I moan in appreciation, but said nothing, letting her work. For half and hour she kneaded and rubbed, working out my muscles. By the end of it, I’m laying on yet another raging hard on. Marina pulls herself off of me and starts to move off the bed when I grab her by the arm and pull her down. Moving quickly, I force her on her back and climb on top of her, pinning her small frame beneath me. She squirms against me and pushing at my chest, trying to push me off. ” John!” she groans, as she beats at my shoulders feebly. I grin down at her. ” Get off.” She opened her mouth to let out a scream but before she can finish taking a breath, I smash my lips into hers, filling her mouth with my tongue. Her eyes widened in shock. She lay there stunned as I kiss her, exploring her mouth. She snapped back to her senses and bit down on my lip. The salty taste of blood hit her tongue before I snapped my head back. I force her legs apart and thrust my cock in between her thighs. Marina fought and twisted, kicking with her legs, trying to break free, to not let me inside of her again. I grabbed both her legs behind the knees and pushed her wide open. In one thrust, my cock found her opening and buried itself deep inside.

She screams, surprised more than pain as I wrap my arms around her shoulders and grind her body into mine. Her cunt is still slick from the last fucking, and burying my face in her hair, I begin to brutally slam into her. Marina grunting as she took each stroke, one direction filled completely, another nearly emptied. I’m in pure heaven as I fuck her cunt like a wild animal. I feel her hot body beneath me and is slightly sad that I can’t feel her bare breasts against my naked chest while I fuck her. Oh well, plenty of time for that later. For now, I fuck her like a man possessed. Marina closes her eyes and tries to be far away, but the ramming cock in her pussy kept her close to reality. There is nothing she can do this time. Pinned beneath me, her legs spread wide while my hips and ass pump in and out of her, she can’t even move, let alone try to help the process along. It didn’t matter, though. Within minutes she hears me grunt and feels my entire body stiffen as my cock plunged into her to the hilt. She feels my hot cum fill her pussy for the second time. I grunted again and moaned with pleasure. My cock jerking and spasms inside her. I just fucked her for the second time in one night! I started laughing to myself and unceremoniously rolled off of her. Marina remains on her back, eyes closed, breathing heavily. ” That was good,” I laugh, turning my head to look at her. Her nose crinkled in disgust. ” As a reward, you may have one hour for yourself to take a shower and get cleaned up.” She looks over at me and sneers, but got to her feet and headed thankfully to the bathroom. ” Marina,” I said as she reached the door, ” make sure your dressed properly when you’re finished.” She didn’t turn to look at me as I spoke, only nodded and continued on.

I lounge in bed, humming idly to myself, as I hear the water start to run. I smile. This is going to be a great day. No doubt Marina will Escort Bayan use the entire hour, but that is okay. I will use the time to get hard again. Marina turned the water off and stepped out of the shower with excitiment and anticipation. After drying herself, she pulls back on the nightie and brushed out her hair. She slowly opens the door and looks out. I’m not in sight. She sighs and heads slowly for the living room. As she enters the room, I grab her, in one swift motion I pull at the flimsy material of her nightie and tore it free, leaving her completely naked before me. I drag her by the shoulders to the couch and toss her to the floor. She lay there, uncertain of what to do. She is more vulnerable than ever, laying on the floor, slumped against the couch, she refused to move. Her aching muscles fought against her, she suddenly feels herself being bent at the waist over the couch.

” You’re going to love this, Marina,” I smirk at her. She feels my wet tongue lap across her pussy lips and jumps. My tongue feels huge. It seems to cover her entire cunt with each lick. Marina has never had a guy eat her out like that. My tongue licks forward and fills her up like a cock. Marina squeals as she feels me rub against her inner thighs. She has never been licked out like this. She can’t help but feel her body become aroused as I assaulted her cunt. ” John, Oh God!” she wails as I continue to assault her cunt. She begins gasping, the depraved act robbing her of all of her innocence. Marina soon stops gasping, and is now grunting with each lick. I listen carefully and hear the grunting from pleasure. Marina closes her eyes as the sensations between her legs betrayed her mind. It is so good. She has never in her young life been so thoroughly pleasured orally by anyone. All that mattered is that she is getting the pleasure of her life. She turns her head and sees me standing behind her, I drop to my knees, I push the head of my cock into her cunt. Grabbing her hips in both hands, forcing the rest of my cock slowly inside. I move slowly for a few thrusts until I feel her moisten, then fucked her as fast as I can, Marina shuddering and grabbing onto the couch for support as I fuck her from behind. I jerk in and out of her in quick, short thrusts, one hand slipping under her to grab a tit while the other balanced on her waist.

Within ten minutes I’m sweating from the effort and feel my orgasm is close. Slamming into her, I came quick and hard, pumping my seed deep into her cunt. I groan as my knees buckled and I lean on her body for support. I chuckle and pull myself out as I lick her ear. ” Thanks, Marina,” I sneered. Walking out of the room, Marina shivering and slumped against the couch. My cum dribbling down her leg again. She realized she had to clean herself up and pulled the discarded nightie from the floor. She grimaced as she wiped my cum from her leg and stuffed some of the clothing between her legs to sop up the mess and prevent further leaking. Marina feels a little disgusted, and a little naughty, as she placed the dirtied clothing into the pile and left them all on the couch. She retrieved a towel from the kitchen, she stepped into the living room, finding me waiting against the hall wall , like a lover waiting impatiently for his girlfriend to finish her business. I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her against me, and led us down the hall to the bedrooms. She feels sick to her stomach, but lets me lead her. I stop outside the large master bedroom and guided her in. ” Might as well get some shoes to match your new dress,” I said as I kissed her ear.

I took Marina to a nice small restaurant, I lead her to a small table in the quiet restaurant. A late hour for dinner, most of the tables are empty. I pull out her chair. She sits. I sit across from her. The only light is from a few well placed candles. A waiter approaches and, without saying a word, pours them wine and leaves the bottle. No menus. I had ordered for them in advance. There will be no interruptions from the wait staff aside from the bringing and clearing of the courses. I watch as she sips the wine. She notices. Blushes. A shy smile slips out. I love watching a beautiful woman. Looking into a secret world. I smile warmly back as if to comfort her. It does. She begins to enjoy my gaze. Soaking it in. Feeling my eyes move over her. From her eyes to her nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of her neck. Slope of her shoulders. Her chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out from her dress. Again, she blushes. Back to sipping wine. We lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in a universe all our own. Lost in the depths of each other’s eyes. She can feel my desire, I hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape. I move my chair next to her and took a seat, I become bold, my hand resting higher and higher on her leg until it reached her knee, then her thigh. She is aware of the unwelcome touching. Marina’s lack of negative reaction, I lick my lips and slide my hand up her inner thigh.

Marina closed her legs before I can touch her pussy and squirmed, but said nothing. I smile and gestured to the waiter meaningfully towards the back storage room. The waiter looked to it, then back to me, I nudged Marina, and she reluctantly got up to follow. I had to push her twice to get her all the way inside, and I closed and locked the door behind us. I grab her from behind and clamp one hand over her mouth, just like I had at home. But this time, instead of bending her over, I pushed her to the floor. All at once surprised and amused and aroused. I slipped Bayan Escort in behind her and laid on top of her. I nestled her neck, tasting her soft skin. Marina moans and presses back, her eyes never opening. She allows me, even helped me, spreading her legs as I slip my cock inside of her. I fucked her slow and long from behind, my mouth kissing and licking. At last I came inside her, I pull out and we got up and left the restaurant. We got home going to the bedroom, undressing and going to bed. I roll her onto her back and climb on top of her, my lips kissing hers, my tongue twisting around her. I slide my cock back into her pussy and fucked her long and slow into the night. When at last I came inside of her, I pull out and slump down on the bed, exhausted. Like lovers, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I awoke with the sun bright in my eyes. I looked over and found Marina’s head resting on my shoulder, her face peaceful and happy. I smiled to myself. That look will soon change. On the far side of her I spied at the alarm clock and groaned. It is nearly 11:00 a.m. Something I didn’t tell Marina, I had a conference call just before noon, which is anytime now. Damn. I didn’t mean to sleep so long. But I still had the chance for one final fuck. I move closer and rub a finger along her clit and down to her snatch. Rubbing at the opening, I slip a finger inside her cunt and instantly feel her moistening at my touch. She must be dreaming, I thought. I kiss her and she stirs and rolls her head back, opening her eyes sleepily. ” Mmmm, morning,” she whispers as her vision clears. ” John?” She blinked, unsure if she is seeing right. Memories of last night, of fucking me so tenderly flooded back to her. She made a face like she was about to throw up. ” Morning, Marina,” I smiled in amusement. ” Sleep well.” Marina ignored me and tried to climb out of the bed, but I caught her arm and dragged her back. ” Where do you think you’re going?” I snapped.
” Look, you fucked me all night,” She whined to me. ” Now leave me alone.” ” Can’t,” I laughed. ” We made a deal. Don’t tell me you’re going to quit so close to the end.” She sighs and looks at me. ” Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You only have to fuck me once more, and the deal is done.” She glared at me. ” But you have to fuck ME.”
” What do you mean?” I laugh and lay back on the bed. ” I mean, I’m just going to lay here. You have to suck me off, get me nice and hard, and then ride me until I cum. That’s the deal.” Marina made the face again. ” It’s that or we call the whole thing off.”

She sat in silence for a long time. ” Okay,” she finally whispered. I nodded and pulled the covers off of me,
revealing my limp cock. Marina sighs and bent over, her long hair trailing on my skin. My cock starts to twitch already, I fought against it. I wanted to enjoy this. Marina decided that if she is going to have to fuck me, then she will make it damn certain that it is quick. She opens her mouth and swallows my flaccid penis and my balls, taking it all into her mouth in one bite. She licks at my balls inside her mouth and sucked hard. Against all my will, my cock starts to harden. She spit out my balls and starts to bob her head rapidly, making me fully hard as fast as possible. Her tongue worked over my shaft, dancing around my head. It feels so wonderful that I briefly considered cumming in her mouth again. Satisfied that it is fully erect, Marina stopped sucking and sat up. She looks down at me with disgust and swung her leg over my hips. Marina hated sucking a cock, she finds it vile and nausating. I grin up at her and put my hand behind my head to watch as she took my cock in hand and guided it to her cunt. Slowly she sat down, taking my entire length into her. She moves slowly at first, not wanting to be hurt like all the times before and starts to rock back and forth on my dick. I look up and marveled at how beautiful Marina is in the morning light.

My hands reach up and cup her tits, squeezing and kneading at the flesh. Marina worked me over with every trick and talent she had learned, trying her best to bring me off fast. She flexed and squeezed her pussy around her my cock. She raised her hips so that I’m nearly all the way out of her, then tightened her cunt muscles and forced my cock back inside. She bounced and rutted on my cock with a fury, her breasts flopping around in a lewd, erotic display that drove me wild. Through it all I remained nearly motionless except to occasionally fondle a breast or squeeze her hips. Half an hour later Marina is almost in tears. For her it had been a trial in frustration as I would not give in. For me, it had been an incredible fuck. I’m prepared to let her go, to cum inside her and end her torment, when the sound of my phone again broke the silence. Marina pulled off my cock and leaped to the window, staring down in horror and relief as she sees my car waiting for me. ” Get back here,” I growled. ” We’re not done yet.” ” Your phone is ringing.” She said. I’m infuriated, leaping to my feet and flung Marina to the bed and jumped on top of her. ” I said one more time,” I yelled as I shoved my cock back into her. Marina gasped in pain as I slammed into her,
shaking the bed with my furious attack. I fucked her with a purpose, to cum inside her as quickly as possible. The headboard banging and rattling against the wall as I fucked her. Marina cried out and grunted in pain, but I didn’t care. With one, final, deep thrust, I came, filling her again with my sperm. I grunted, glared down at Marina and pulled away. Flinging my robe on, I didn’t even look back as I went downstairs to greet my driver. Marina watched me leave and curled into a ball, very aware of her raw, throbbing cunt. Her breathing slowed and she smiled to herself. She can’t wait until I caught her doing something naughty once again.

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Well due to popular demands (one lousy vote) I’m posting one of the alternate endings. I wouldn’t get your hopes to high, there is still sex but it’s really just another story wrap up so it won’t last very long. Hopefully my devoted fans will enjoy it. But if you don’t keep it to yourself because I don’t want to read any negative comments because guess what? I don’t care if you don’t like it. Some people do that’s all that matters. And I thank those who really like these stories and have given me positive coments. And by the way expect the other six alternate endings soon

Me and Shana spent a very enjoyable month together. But something was eating me in the back of my head. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it; until one day I realized something. I was starting to miss Alice. I know what you’re thinking. That’s just so fucking random why the hell would he miss Alice? She is like way old news! But I can’t explain it there was something about her that just enticed me.
So I told Shana how I felt; she took it hard. But before I left I went to the guy I talked to right when I came back to town (last story if you recall). “Hey there Jack” I said walking up to him. “Oh hey Kurtz!” he said with a smile. Jack and I had become pretty good friends after I started living with Shana. “Whatcha up to?” “I’m leaving town for good Jack and I need you to look after Shana for me” I said. He looked confused, “Why me?”
“Let’s just say it’s to make up for being such a jerk to you when I was a kid” I said. He nodded and agreed and I left. For good this time.

I spent the longest time looking for Alice. Unlike the other girls, she didn’t really have a house. So I asked around my fellow bounty hunters. They all knew who Alice was and all gave me some sort of lead, but every time I Escort got to where she was supposedly I came up cold. I was beginning to get annoyed.
I took a room at an inn and stared at the ceiling angrily. I find out I’m in love with a girl from a long time ago and can’t find her, and I ditched the only other girl I had a chance with. “Fuck,” I muttered, “You must think this is pretty damn funny don’t you?” I growled at the ceiling.
“I told you if you want the job done I need to see the money” a very familiar voice from outside snapped. “Listen bitch, when the job is done then you’ll see the damn money understand!” a man roared. I looked at the ceiling again in disbelief. “Oh, you are a very clever one aren’t you? Boy do I owe you an apology, maybe tomorrow when I’m done sinning.”
There was a loud crash on my door. “No you listen, I don’t do any job unless I’m sure you can pay up” Alice hissed. She had obviously slammed her clients head against my door. “Alright, alright” the guy whimpered. I heard the jingling of coins. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said. As soon as I was sure both of them were walking away from my door I walked out. I saw the back of Alice’s head going into a room of her own. I walked slowly and listened at the door. Then without meaning too the door opened under my weight. It opened silently and I saw her looking out her window. She was wearing what she had been wearing last time. A black tunic and black pants.
I grinned and snuck up to her and pulled out the dagger Raven had given me back at her camp. Then I put it up to her neck. “You have five seconds to back off before I kill you” she said darkly. “What’s wrong love?” I whispered to her, “Didn’t you miss me?” There was a very long pause after I said that. “Kurtz?” she said softly. Escort Bayan “Who else?”
I backed away from her and she turned around. God she was just as beautiful as I remember. Short brown hair, amber eyes, and a body like none other. “What was with the dagger?” she asked. “Dramatic effect” I said with a sneer. After that the conversation took a different course. “Why are you here?” she asked with an edge of ferocity. I quirked a brow. “You didn’t miss me much did you? Wish I could say the same about you.”
Her face turned pink. “Well… it’s not that I didn’t miss… it’s just that… well.” “Don’t hurt yourself” I said shutting the door. “So you really missed me huh? I thought you’d get over me” she said taking a seat on her bed. I took a seat beside her, “Why would you think that Alice?” I asked curiously. She looked at me with her lovely eyes making my heart melt. Then she looked at the floor and shrugged. I put a firm hand on her chin and turned her towards me. “Alice,” I said in a low voice, “I love you… and I couldn’t imagine a life without you.”
We kissed passionately for several minutes. Then both of our tunics ended up on the floor. I looked at her beautiful breasts and put them in my hands. The familiarity of them made me all the hornier. “Your nipples got hard pretty fast” I whispered feeling her erect nipples rub against my palms. “They missed you too” she said with a smile. I took one of the nipples into my mouth and sucked on it. She moaned happily. Then I went down and kissed her ripped stomach. And then moved down removing her pants showing her moist pussy.
I couldn’t tease her any longer. I didn’t think either of us could handle it any more. I removed my pants and penetrated her as soon as I did. “Oh Kurtz!” she said sounding overjoyed. I slid Bayan Escort out of her and then rammed right back into her. God it was fantastic. I continued to ram in and out, in and out, in and out of her. After a minute I was on bottom. She continued the hip work there. We were still embraced and making out but she was ramming my cock into her rather than me ramming it into her. “Oh yes, oh yes” she was muttering.
Then she sat up and rode me. I watched as she bounced up and down on my hard cock. Her breasts bobbed up and down as she went. I sat up with her and kissed her. She continued to ride but I gyrated myself into her as well.
I put her breasts back in my hands and squeezed hard. She purred happily as we continued to move our hips into each other. Then in a burst of pure ecstasy we came; we came harder than either of us had expected. I actually felt her squirt all over my pelvis and I felt my cock erupt like a volcano inside of her. We lied down completely exhausted. But I couldn’t help to talk to her. “So, I heard about your trouble with that guy in the hall” I said softly.
“Yeah, I have that sort of trouble a lot” she replied cuddling my neck. “Well not with me by your side” I said putting her firm buttocks on in my hands. She smiled got up and kissed me gently, “I like that…”

TEN YEARS LATER
The two of us became very infamous in the world of bounty hunters. We did it for about five years until I eventually got Alice pregnant (neither of us knew but it turned out she had a narrow uterus). We had twins; both girls. One we named Ruby and the other we named Lillian. We took a break until our daughters got to a proper age, and then we turned our talent into a family business. Now you’re probably wondering about Shana; well don’t you worry she got over me. Jack managed to woo her and they got married. They had a couple of kids but I never got around to learning their names. But as for the other women I never saw any of them again.

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Gamze adında kız arkadaşım vardı.
Kendisi üniversite öğrencisiydi.
Gamze çok güzel ve seksi bir kızdı.
Onu çok seviyordum.
Onun o güzelliği o harika kalçaları beni kendisine bağlıyordu.
Ama aramızda şöyle bir anlaşmazlık vardı.
Gamze benimle birlikte olmuyordu.
Seksin aşkı bitirdiğini söyleyerek seksten kaçınıyordu.
Durum böyle olunca bana yine otuz bir çekmek kalıyordu.
Bir akşam gamze bende kalacaktı.
Beraber film falan izleyerek vakit geçirmiştik.
Evde olduğumuz için gamzenin üzerinde rahat kıyafetler vardı.
Bütün göğüs ve memeleri ortadaydı.
Onu öyle görünce acayip tahrik olmuştum ve ona sokulmaya çalışmıştım.
Her Escort zaman ki gibi beni reddetmişti.
Bunun üzerine yatıp uyumaya karar vermiştim ama beni bir türlü uyku tutmuyordu.
Benim aklım sürekli gamzedeydi ve acayip azmıştım.
Bunun üzerine salona geçtim ve porno izlemeye başladım.
Otuz bir çekerek azgınlığımı atamaya çalışacaktım.
Pornoyu açtıktan sonra sikimi sıvazlayarak asılmaya başlamıştım.
bir süre asıldıktan sonra tam zevke geliyordum ki beklenmedik bir durumla karşılaşmıştım.
Aniden içeri kız arkadaşım girmişti.
Beni otuz bir çekerken yakalamıştı.
İlk başta çok utanmıştım ama oda benim penisimi görünce iştaha gelmiş olmalı ki Escort Bayan yanıma doğru gelerek sikimi sıvazlamıştı.
Bugün için sana vereceğim ama buna çok alışma dedikten sonra sikimi yalamaya başlamıştı.
Gerçekten şanslı bir adamdım.
Sikişmek için o kadar uğraşmıştım ama becerememiştim.
Porno izlerken yakalanınca kız arkadaşım altıma yatmayı kabul etmişti.

Bir süre sikimi güzelce yalayan kız arkadaşım bana ilk postayı attırmıştı.
Daha sonra tekrar yalamaya devam ederek yumuşayan sikimi sertleştirmişti.
Artık sıra bana gelmişti.
Kız arkadaşımı yavaş yavaş soymaya başlamıştım.
Beklediğim an gelmişti ilk defa kız arkadaşımı Bayan Escort çıplak görecektim.
O harika kalçaları çıplakken daha da mükemmel görünüyordu.
Hele o pürüzsüz amcığı beni bitirmişti.
Hemen yumularak yalamaya başlamıştım.
Bir süre yalayarak sulandırdıktan sonra o güzel kaçalı kız arkadaşımı domaltmıştım.
Mükemmel kalçalarının arasından amcığına girerek pompalamaya başlamıştım.
İçinde gezindikçe kız arkadaşım zevkten inliyordu.
Nefesi kesiliyor kesik kesik ıh ım diye mırıldanıyordu.
Onun bu sesleri beni daha da zevke getiriyordu.
İnanılmaz derece de zevk alıyordum.
Tam zevkin doruklarına ulaşmak üzereyken kız arkadaşım dur diye bağırmaya başlamıştı.
Ben hiç ona aldırış etmeden son gücümle pompalamaya devam ediyordum.
Bununla birlikte kendinden geçen kız arkadaşım titremeye başlamıştı.
İkimizde aşırı zevke gelmiştik ve sonunda karşılıklı olarak boşalmıştık.

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Caitlyn wasn’t anything like I’d expected.

After years of threatening to retire on me, Alfie finally did. To make matters worse, he and his wife moved to Florida. I desperately needed someone to work alongside me in my woodshop.

I run a commercial wood carving business, a specialized niche. For many years like any other small business, I was either swamped or wondering if I should find a new line of work. Over the last few years, however, I’ve managed to steady the workload and have forced myself to learn how to turn down some projects too. It’s a stable two man operation.

I didn’t think replacing Alfie was going to be so difficult.

I tried a couple of young guys. One guy, Matt, was great, but after several weeks he decided to start his own contracting business. Another guy was just plain unreliable. His workmanship was good, but his attitude wasn’t. When it’s just the two of you working alongside of each other, you’ve got to get along. I had to let him go.

Another guy had a serious drinking problem. Alcohol and a table saw don’t mix. Gone, the next day.

Caitlyn was the daughter of a friend of a friend’s brother. She was an art school graduate, still living at home, unable to find serious work.

I’d never thought of going the art school route. I needed woodworking skills not artistic skills. I needed someone who could cut wood, plane it, use a router, set-up a jig and do lots and lots of painting. The artistic element was usually conceived by someone else. My shop requires technical skills mainly. Artistic skills are a secondary consideration.

I asked my friend to have her email me.

She was twenty eight currently working part time in a clothing store. Her hobbies included art, sculpture, and music recording. She didn’t list any skills. Her experience was working in retail.

She included several photos of her sculpture. Three were in metal, four in wood and one was in what appeared to be wood, metal, glass and plastic. The stuff was okay, not my cup of tea but what I saw was a fine eye to detail and clearly the ability to work with her hands.

‘Come on by for a visit,’ I emailed back.

She was five four, stout, bum too big. Nose ring, short black hair, black raccoon-like eye make-up surrounding green eyes, dark lipstick, little leather neck collar with a Christian cross pendent, funny silver jewelry and when she reached out to shake my hand I could see there were multi-colored tattoos running up her wrist.

Great a Goth chick. And I thought that stuff was out of fashion. And at twenty eight?

“Come on in,” I said. She stepped into the shop from the January snow outside. She wore a short black leather jacket, black jeans, I think they’re called Doc Marten’s boots and had a burlap handbag or backpack or something. I watched as she put it down on a pile of lumber.

“It’s hemp,” she said.

Oh brother.

“So this is it,” I said waving my hand through the air, “this is the shop.”

She looked around for a moment and then said, “What exactly do you do?”

“Commercial wood carving, signs, railings, balusters, odd bits, some furniture restoration, always in wood.”

She picked up one of the pieces I was currently working on. It was a 20″ x 30″ x 1-1/2″ thick piece of laminated maple with the outline of the 9th hole on one side and the Whistling Swans logo on the other. It still needed sanding, painting and finishing.

“This is what you do?” she asked with an incredulous look in her face.

“Yeah.”

“You can make money doing this?”

“Yeah. If you do it right.”

“So how much do you get for one of these?”

“I don’t know, but it’s not finished. It still has to be sanded, stabilized, painted and polyurethaned and then hung from a bracket which still has to be made and installed.”

“But how much do you get for one of these?”

“I don’t know exactly, it’s part of a job that I bid on.” I took the piece from her and continued, “This sign here, once it’s painted and polyed twice is probably a day’s work. I set up a jig for the logo on the back, the hole itself has to be scaled, carved, lettering carved, sanded, painted. You do them all at the same time, but there’s twenty seven frikkin’ holes. That alone is more than a month’s work. Plus I’ve got the front entrance sign. I’ve got the tee-off markers, each one is carved. There’s two hundred of those. The ‘carts’ signs, they’ve ordered fifty, but I’m making seventy five, I know they’re going to want more. There’s twenty nine miscellaneous signs, ‘parking’, ‘washrooms’, ‘to 10th tee’ that sort of stuff and twenty two banisters that need to be carved front and back for the patio, but that’s easy ’cause it’s a jig.”

“Wow and you do all that by yourself?” She said as she continued to look around the shop.

“No I can’t. That’s my point. I need help.”

“How much is the whole job worth?”

Odd line of inquiry, but fair enough, I figured she was trying to establish if I was legit.

“The original contract Escort was for a hundred and nineteen grand. But I’ve negotiated an extra for fifty two grand. Originally I had a leisurely six months to do the work.”

“An extra?”

“A month and a half into it, they changed the fucking logo. I always wondered why ‘Whistling Swans’ would only have one swan. They made that decision a month before, but no one bothered to tell me. I had to throw away a month and a half’s work.”

She picked up the 9th hole piece again and studied the logo on the reverse. It was two swans facing each other with their necks slightly entwined. Their wings open at their backs, all boarded by a rope pattern. “I guess it’s supposed to be a W,” I said.

She shook her head and put the piece down. “So it was their mistake, what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is the opening date for the golf course doesn’t change.”

“I don’t know how to work half this stuff,” she said looking around the shop. “In fact I don’t know how to work any of this stuff.”

“All I need is someone with a good work ethic and a good pair of hands. Give me your hands,” I said holding out my palms. She put her hands into mine. “Squeeze hard,” I said. She did. She had strong hands for a small woman. I could see she bit her fingernails. They were chipped and painted black. Her hands were warm. She smiled as I examined her hands. “I’ll teach you everything else.”

“How much would I get paid?”

“Twenty bucks an hour to start, then I can assess your productivity and pay you accordingly.” I said. “Thirty bucks beyond forty hours per week. I have to do all the deductions, it’s a real business.”

She looked at me a bit shocked. “Are you offering me the job?”

“Yeah, when can you start?”

“I don’t know. I’d have to quit my part time job. When do you want me to start?”

“How about right now?”

“Okay,” she said, “I’ve got the rest of the day free. Let’s go.”

I set her up with a shop robe; I had to use a pair of scissors to cut the sleeves shorter. I handed her all the safety stuff. “Get yourself some steel toed boots,” I said, and then added, “I’m sorry you’ll have to take those rings off your fingers, it’s a safety thing.”

She seemed intelligent and eager to learn.

Later we stopped for lunch. She hadn’t brought any. From my stash of canned chili and soups in the little corner kitchenette I managed to scrounge up lunch for the both of us. Soup and bag o’salad cole slaw with Three Cheese Ranch dressing. She didn’t want any toast.

“Doug, tell me,” she asked as we ate, “do you live next door?”

“Yeah.”

“What does your wife do?”

“I’m not married.”

“So you live in that big house by yourself?”

“It’s not that big. It’s only three bedrooms.”

“How big is the property?”

“Five and a half acres, why?”

“It just seems a lot of house for one person.”

“I bought the house because of this shop. I used to pay rent on an apartment and rent for some shop space. It was a no-brainer to buy this place. Now my commute is sixty seconds.”

Caitlyn just bobbed her head up and down, staring off into space while holding her spoon.

“How old are you?” she asked.

“Thirty six, why?”

“Just wondering.”

Fair enough.

That afternoon I showed Caitlyn how the jig set up worked. A frame was bolted down to the piece of wood. Then a color coded rigid PVC sheet is slid into the frame at a predetermined height. The cut PVC serves as a template for a rotary carving tool, either a plunge router or a fixed Dremel-style power carver. Depending on the carving, with three or more templates, ninety or ninety-five percent or so of the wood is removed for the bas-relief carving. A little bit of hand gouging and chiseling is all that’s left to do.

She understood right away. The only question that she asked was, “Why don’t you use all one color template to all the pieces, then switch to the next template and do all the pieces again.”

“Ah,” I said, “the time is in bolting the frame to the piece. Plus, that has to be absolutely spot on. The frame location can’t change.”

It took her a few days to disassociate herself from her part-time job, but soon enough she became full time. She would be at the shop promptly at eight a.m. every morning even though her commute was forty five minutes. She wouldn’t leave until the particular little production run was done that afternoon. Sometimes we would work until after seven. When I would teach her how to do something, I only had to show her once. Her handwork, especially in painting was fantastic. She worked quickly and diligently. She was always cheerful and professional.

I couldn’t be happier.

I made sure to encourage her and let her know that she was doing a great job. Sometimes I’d offer a little advice on her technique, usually by suggesting a different tool for a given application. I made sure to end every day by saying, ‘Thank you, drive carefully and I’ll see Escort Bayan you in the morning.’

The reality of the workshop is that there’s not much time for conversation. You have to wear hearing protection for a good part of the day. Every saw, every router, pretty well everything is connected to a dust collection system. I’m a stickler for safety. You have to be. The only time we would actually talk to each other was when we would sit down to have something to eat or drink or when we would crowd into my little office where there’s a drafting table, a laptop and old drawings and files galore. Those conversations were all centered on work.

After several weeks the Goth look was slowly toned down and I guess my own prejudices too. I came to the realization that she was actually pretty cute. Sexy too. Of course I couldn’t say anything like that to her. In the mornings when I’d wake up my first thought would be of Caitlyn. My whole morning routine was fueled by the anticipation of her arrival. In the evenings when I sat eating alone my mind would continue to drift back to her.

The paint room is at one end of the shop. It has a large window to the main shop and because the dust collector isn’t hooked in, there’s a radio. Caitlyn would dance to herself while painting. She would dance. Freeze. Her steady hand would move to paint whatever was she was doing. Then she would resume dancing again. She was totally oblivious to her dancing movements, yet fully concentrated on the painting. She was a joy to watch.

*

One evening, freezing rain started coming down just as we were finishing up. While we were doing the usual fifteen minutes of shop clean-up before locking up she seemed very apprehensive about the weather. I didn’t blame her, the road would probably be treacherous. I turned to her and asked, “Why don’t you just sleep here tonight? I have a spare bedroom.”

I guess I caught her by surprise, she paused for a moment, looked outside again and said, “Okay thanks.” She then turned to me, pointed her finger to my face and said, “Here’s something you’ve got to understand though, when we walk out this door, you’re not my boss anymore.”

That one caught me by surprise. “Okay,” I said, “fair enough.”

“And no shop talk,” she added.

“Fine.”

Caitlyn took a side track through the freezing rain to pick up a zippered bag from her little black Yaris before heading to the house. “Welcome to my humble abode,” I said as she stepped inside.

“Thanks.”

She saw me looking at the bag she was carrying. Did she pack an overnight bag anticipating that she would stay the night? She must have read my thoughts.

“It’s an overnight bag. I always pack one in the car. Don’t you?”

I don’t, but it’s not a bad idea. I whisked her into the living room after she removed her work boots and coat. She looked around the place, but made no comment.

“Caitlyn listen. I normally have a shower as soon as I get home. I’ve got to get all of this sawdust off me. I only have the one shower unit. If you want a shower too, go ahead, it’s upstairs. There are clean towels in the cupboard. You’ll find them. I can get started on something for dinner.”

She smiled at me and said, “Show me the kitchen, let’s see what you’ve got. I’ll get started on dinner. You take your shower first.”

“What? You don’t trust my cooking?”

“Frankly, no,” was her reply.

Not a bad judgment call. I showed her the kitchen and the pantry and where all the pots and pans were. She found the pork tenderloin I’d thawed out for dinner. She poked around a little then said, “Go have your shower.”

I came back downstairs after my shower, dressed, as usual in sweatpants and a tee-shirt. “What can I do?” I asked. I didn’t know what she was cooking. “Make sure this doesn’t burn,” she said pointing to a large pot with pork cubes and all kinds of cut up vegetables sizzling away. “In about five minutes add half of this,” she handed me a tetra-pack of vegetable stock, “give it a good stir, turn the heat down and put the lid on. In the meantime peel some potatoes.”

Yes ma’am. She was not at all like in the shop. I did as I was told.

She came back down a few minutes later wearing grey sweatpants and a red t-shirt. I’d never seen her tattoo before. Her right arm was completely covered in a multi-colored something from her wrist right up past her short sleeve. In the shop we always wore a shop coat, plus whatever she wore underneath had always been long sleeve. It’s kind of cool in the shop that time of year. In addition, there was something not right about the nipples on her small boobs.

“What are you staring at?” she asked accusingly.

“I…ah..I’ve never seen your tattoo before,” I managed to stammer out.

“You weren’t looking at my tats, you were staring at my tits.”

I knew I was blushing. “I…I’m sorry,” I croaked out, “it’s just…”

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me with her mouth open.

“There’s something funny Bayan Escort about your nipples,” I managed to get out and wished that I hadn’t finished my sentence.

She pulled her top off. I froze in shock. My employee was half naked standing in front of me.

“They’re called nipple rings.”

Sure enough, she had nipple rings. Not only that but the tattoo went right up her arm onto her shoulder and curled under her right boob. As she slowly turned her body, I could see that the tattoo also covered her right shoulder blade. And her belly button was pierced.

“Do you like it?”

I didn’t know what to say. I hate tattoos and piercings on women. On men too. I just hate them period.

“You don’t like it, do ya?”

“No, sorry.” I gulped.

“Well that’s too bad, it’s my body and I like it.” She put her shirt back on.

I smiled at her and threw my palms in the air. Whatever cranks you lady.

She came into the kitchen and stirred the pot. She found some herbs that I’d forgotten I actually had and added them to the pot. Herbes de Provence. The whole thing smelled pretty good. I was washing the potatoes in the sink.

The power went out.

“Fuck” “Shit.” We said together in the pitch black.

Not surprising in an ice storm. “I’ll bet a line is down,” I said. It had just gone dark outside.

“Everything is out,” I said to her. “We can flush the toilet once, but it won’t fill up again. There’s a second toilet on this floor. Turn the stove off.” She did. “We’ve got no heat,” I added.

“Do you have a generator?”

“No. A fireplace but no firewood.”

“No firewood. What’s the point of a fireplace if you don’t have firewood?”

“Caitlyn, we’ve got a shop full of wood.”

“Oh yeah,” she suddenly realized.

So that’s what we did. We put our coats and boots on, grabbed a couple of flashlights and went out to the shop. We filled two small tarps with scrap cuts from the large pile and hauled them back to the house. We were like two Santa Clauses with giant bags full of toys on our backs sliding on the ice.

I lit the fire and we settled in with blankets on the couch across from the fire. Dinner was a big bag of potato chips, some cheese and two bottles of Chianti Classico.

The only light was from the fire which was blazing nicely.

“Doug, how come you never married? I mean you’re a really nice guy. And good looking too. Steady income, right? I’m sure that women are tripping over themselves to get to you.”

“Well, you’d be wrong. The reality is that I’m married to my job.”

“Come on.”

“I just don’t get to go out. I mean I’ve been on plenty of dates and such, but I just don’t have the opportunity to meet single women.”

“Go to a bar,” she said.

“I tried that bar scene once. I just don’t do bars.”

“Why not?”

“Because I live in the country. I’ve got to drive. If I get caught drinking and driving I’m fucked. Totally, totally fucked. Without wheels I can’t work, I can’t get groceries, I can’t get wood supplies.”

“Hmm,” she seemed to understand.

“And how does that work in a singles bar, ‘another glass of wine for this young lady and I’ll have a Shirley Temple please’?”

She giggled, “You have a point.”

“I was engaged once.” I offered.

“What happened, did she quit or did you?”

“She did. Sally. Really cute and very nice. I fell for her right away. I met her the same week that I put an offer on this place. The sale didn’t go through for three months and at that point I still had six and a half months on my apartment lease. The bottom line was that she liked the Doug Jenner that lived in the city, but not the one that lived and worked in the country. Being the country squire’s wife was not something that appealed to her.”

“That’s a bit shallow isn’t it?”

“That’s the same conclusion I came to. She wanted me to sell this place. I’d just bought it. She wasn’t even willing to give it a try.”

“That’s awful.”

“Yeah it was. It was literally ‘it’s either me or the country shop and house. Take your pick.'”

We sat in silence for a while.

“What about you,” I asked, “why aren’t you married?”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. Why would you say that?”

“Look at me. Who the fuck wants to go out with me?” she said, then continued, “I’ll tell you who. Losers, nerds and assholes.”

“Come on.”

“It’s the body I was born with.”

“What does the body have to do with it?”

She didn’t answer at first, then said, “Everything. When I was younger, I’d go to the school dance. Do you think I was ever asked to dance?”

“Of course you were,” I answered.

“Yeah,” she laughed, “by losers, nerds and assholes.”

“But you’re none of those things. You’re pleasant, you’re a good worker.” She turned her head and glared at me. “You’re intelligent and you’re pretty. She glared again. “Except for the face metal and the tats, but that’s just me.”

“I thought we weren’t going to talk shop here,” she said.

“We’re not.”

“I’m hardly pretty. I have a big ass, I don’t have a waist and my friend Carly had bigger tits when she was twelve than I do now.”

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