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Avery Jones was going to have a weird day, today. Forces beyond her ken had decreed this. Even now they had chosen their champion, given him their unholy sacraments and sent him on his merry way.

She didn’t know it yet, but this champion had already begun shifting and changing the world under her feet, in ways he made it impossible for her to detect. She had woken up this morning to the same old sunshine through her windows, shucked off her pyjamas for a shower, lazily auto-piloted her way through her daily ablutions in preparation for another day at her internship.

As she sleepily brushed her immaculate teeth, she could not feel the macabre changes being wrought upon her world by an adolescent Übermenschen. She could not comprehend the sinister intent and boundless avarice of the universe’s newest and most adept tool.

She could not comprehend the sheer eldritch might of Ian from Financial Services.

* * * * *

She buzzed in with her keycard and walked into the vast glass and steel reception of the Tapsen Building, the aerospace/tech firm she was interning at. She took a moment to marvel at the jet-fighter suspended by cables from the ceiling, then walked over to the receptionist.

Mary was sat behind her desk at usual, but something seemed a little… off about her. Her usually immaculate hair was a little out of place, and she was sweating even in this air-conditioned room.

“Morning Mary, is there anything to go up yet?”

Mary seemed to snap out of a daze and notice the girl for the first time.

“Oh, Morning Hun! No, nothing to go up yet. No idea where the delivery driver is, to be honest I’ve been go-go-go this morning… I might not have even noticed him.”

Avery frowned confusedly at that. Mary was a lovely lady, but busy was hardly how anyone would describe her… Nevertheless, she was clearly sweating and a little out of breath, and even her clothes were a little askew. Avery could plainly see the lacy edges of the hefty black bra that held Mary’s considerable bust at bay.

However, no part of her mind thought of this as unusual in any sense, so with a little mental adjustment she carried on as normal.

“Oh, are we busier than usual today?”

Mary puffed a wisp of blonde hair out of her eyes and pulled her blouse up a little.

“Believe it, girl. Ms Tapsen has been planning some ‘efficiency changes’ and they go into effect today. Everyone’s in a real tizzy with all the new jobs that need doing… You should check your emails to see whether you interns have any new jobs.”

Avery figured that this was as decent explanation for Mary’s slightly ramshackle attire as any, and bid her goodbye as she went for the elevator. She and the other interns in her program were based on the 14th floor, so she punched that code in and settled into a corner as the obligatory muzak came in through the tinny speaker in the ceiling.

She used the time to check the news on her phone, some part of her brain noting that the stories seemed a little more risqué than usual…

“Syrian Civil War officially ends on conclusion of nationwide orgy.”

“Senator from Nevada officially resigns after accusations of marital fidelity: ‘I swear, I was going to cheat on her eventually!’ he admits under questioning.”

“National Women’s Party demands mandatory insemination for all girls over the age of 18 in radical manifesto pledge.”

Each headline gave her a moment of temporary confusion that seemed to melt into easy acceptance as her brain added in the proof that this was perfectly normal.

With a ding the elevator came to a halt and Avery stuffed her phone back into her handbag, checking her choppy brown hair in the mirror panels before stepping out onto the 14th floor. She was once again confronted with the strange feeling that something was indescribably off about her surroundings, but within a moment it was normalised, and she began walking to her work pod.

She shared a pod with the three other interns her team had taken on this year, and it appeared that she was the last one in. Her desk-mate Emma was currently reading her emails, which were reflected in the chunky lenses of her black-rimmed glasses. Avery noted that unusually she was completely naked but for her eyewear, and her deliciously chubby body was on full display to the rest of the oblivious office.

“Hi A-V, got you a coffee.”

She handed over a to-go cup full of something sweet and then returned to her reading. Avery studied her friend’s body for a little bit longer than she usually would have.

“Thanks, Babe. Why are you…”

She got midway through the thought before she remembered that there were sometimes special uniform days here at the office (fancy dress, casual Fridays, that sort of thing…). Ankara bayan escort She decided to check her own emails to see whether she’d forgotten anything. Avery sat down to see that while Max was still fully dressed in his normal work clothes, Lydia was as naked as Emma was.

While Lydia’s currently white hair was smart and elegant (she dyed it to look more ‘professional’ but shaved one side of her head to maintain her edginess), her nudity exposed the long, ornate and colourful tattoos running down both of her sleeves.

Lydia usually worked hard to keep her goth sensibilities hidden away during work hours. However, considering her clothing at the moment consisted solely of two silver nipple bars, she had precious few options to conceal her true identity for the time being.

Avery’s confusion lasted a moment longer this time, and for a long few seconds she was utterly convinced something was very strange about this whole scenario.

“Ok, something’s off here… Did I forget something was happening today?”

Lydia rolled her eyes and pursed her lips in mild consternation.

“Duh, its that company wellness thing the Boss has been cooking up for weeks. We’re meant to be doing some sort of teambuilding trust-fall bullshit all day. How could you forget about that? They told all of us girls to be prepared to spend the whole day naked last week, remember?”

Avery honestly didn’t remember for a few seconds, until a rash of surprisingly fresh memories bubbled up to fill in those blanks. She had been told that, hadn’t she?

“Oh… right, naturally. Only, weren’t we giving our Project Overview Presentation today? No… I guess that must be tomorrow… Whatever, nobody minds if I just stash this stuff under my desk, right?”

The girls and Max seemed to murmur their agreement and Avery quickly began to shuck off her work clothes. Gone were the white-blouse and pencil-skirt, exposing skin almost as pale as Lydia’s but bereft of any ink. These were swiftly followed by the bra and panties (she was mortified to realise she hadn’t colour co-ordinated them this morning) exposing a fluffy brown bush thankfully kept enough in check to not be distracting.

Now fully exposed to the open air she stuffed her clothes, shoes and sundries into one of the drawers of her desk and hoped that nobody had spotted her in full work-wear. Emma flashed her a sympathetic smile and placed a hand on Avery’s naked shoulder.

“Don’t worry babe, I think half the office forgot this was happening today. I turned up wearing my spanx for God’s sake, so I think I’ve got you beat on the embarrassment front…”

Avery smiled and thanked her, and the atmosphere instantly returned to normal. She checked the email roster and noticed that all of their appointments were cancelled in favour of an all-day meeting on the 12th floor at 10am.

Valentina Tapsen (the CEO herself!) had personally sent out a company-wide email saying that she’d arranged something special for the company today. She framed it as a reward to all the workers who’d made it an especially productive year, allowing them to take on four new multimillion-dollar contracts in the last four consecutive months.

She took a moment to reach out to the female employees of the company, to let them know that if today’s exercises were a success there might be some uniform and schedule changes for the future.

Avery remarked that it would certainly help her cut down on laundry costs, a sentiment which the other girls vehemently agreed with.

However, the most unique feature of this email was the attachment, which was a full HD picture of Valentina herself, naked and posing seductively. Avery took in the gym-honed, almost muscular physique with an impressed look, and Lydia quickly figured out what she was looking at.

“You lookin’ at the picture of Tapsen?” She asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, I have to say… I always thought she was a little… you know, frumpy?”

Emma suddenly became animated, her large breasts jiggling happily as she turned to take part it a bit of good old-fashioned office gossip.

“I know, right? It seems like she lost 20 pounds and had half a dozen surgeries since yesterday afternoon!”

She said it at a low whisper so that only their pod could hear it but looked round conspiratorially as she did so. Avery noticed for the first time all of the naked women bustling to and from their desks. Her brain mentally wallpapered over the strangeness of the image and after a second it felt perfectly natural.

“I know what you mean, she’s pretty fuckin’ tasty, right Max?”

To his credit, Max’s tell-tale stoicism didn’t falter for even a moment. He simply held up one hand, pinched his thumb and forefinger together and whispered:

“Top-tier MILF, Lyds. No question.”

The Escort bayan Ankara girls had a little giggle at this, and Avery saved the attachment to her hard-drive for reasons she couldn’t quite articulate. They busied themselves with routine tasks until a little before ten, when they saw everyone else start to move towards the elevators and stairwells.

“Shall we walk down?”

Emma immediately held a hand under her pendulous breasts with a pre-emptive wince.

“As long as we’re in no rush, I don’t fancy running down those stairs without a bra on…”

Avery smiled sympathetically, but Lydia just smirked impishly.

“Oh, come on it’s two floors! I’ll hold one and I bet Avery’ll get the other one if you ask nicely.”

Emma gave Lydia the finger but smiled regardless, seeming to relent. They all got up to make their way downstairs and Avery noted with interest that Lydia had completely shaved her pussy, making her the only girl on their pod to do so.

The four of them chatted idly as they went down the stairs with the rest of the floor. A woman’s voice called to them from a few paces back, and they turned around to see their line manager April swanning through the crowd, quite happy to brush past people despite her nudity.

“Hi gang! All ready for the day?”

Avery noticed that once again something seemed different about her. She remembered April being a somewhat spindly woman in her early fifties with a few hard-won wrinkles and unruly curly hair.

Somehow since yesterday she seemed to have tightened up every inch of her body and had one hell of a botox treatment. Her formerly hard-worn features were now sharper and cleaner, and her wispy curls were now sort of… permed?

Avery thought to herself that somehow April reminded her just a little bit of the lead heroine from that famous movie, Xenomorph. The one where the crew of a spaceship get infected by an alien parasite that bursts out of a crewmember’s nostril during breakfast and proceeds to wreak havoc…

“Good effects, very suspenseful…” She thought before snapping back to reality when April slapped a hand companionably on her shoulder.

“She was never taller than me, I’m sure she… Wait, obviously she was. People don’t just grow five inches taller overnight.” Avery’s thoughts were being overwritten almost as soon as she thought them. Realising that April was probably expecting an answer, and that everyone else had at least said hello to her, Avery elected to speak up.

“Hi April. Do you know what exactly today is all about? Like, what are we doing? Only, I should probably let someone know if I’m going to be late tonight, you know?”

April seemed to consider her question as if it was the first time the thought had occurred to her.

“Actually, I’ve got no idea whatsoever… But if we need to get messages out, I’m sure we’ll get lunch breaks and you can make a call home or what have you… I wouldn’t worry too much about it. These teambuilding things are usually pretty hassle-free, even if they aren’t necessarily your thing, you know?”

Avery couldn’t argue with that. She could probably handle a few improv circles or laughing yoga sessions or whatever else middle-management gurus could throw at her. Max spoke up, seeming to echo the sentiment they were all feeling.

“April, did you do something with your hair? It looks very nice today.”

That was Max, polite to a fault. April gave an exaggerated hair toss and playfully slapped his shoulder.

“Flatterer! See, girls? Maxy knows how to angle for a promotion.”

They all laughed as they filed onto the 12th floor, which seemed to have been converted to a large open-plan meeting space, with sofa and benches studded all over.

“Wasn’t this the Financial Services department yesterday?” Emma said confusedly.

“Yeah, I… No, I think this has always been here. Financial Services is on 11.” Avery replied uncertainly.

Avery didn’t seem quite so sure of her answer for a second, but then her memories solidified. This floor had always been a casual meeting and relaxation floor, Finance had been on the 11th floor for years now…

“Right. Obviously… Sorry about that, total brain-fart.” Emma seemed more confident in her answer with each passing word.

“Right, I’ll just check in with the other team-leaders. See you in a bit!” April said before disappearing into the semi-clothed crowd. A microphone flared into life with a burst of static and suddenly the voice of Valentina Tapsen was broadcast to every corner of the room with only minimal reverb.

The interns and everyone else in the company turned to look at a small stage that had been erected. She stood larger than life, a perfect mirror of the picture in her email. Naked as the day she was Bayan escort Ankara born with long tresses of blonde hair cascading down her back. She looked like some ancient Nordic Valkyrie coming to drag them all to Valhalla, willing or not.

Some dimly protesting part of Avery’s brain said that this was a far cry from the perpetually tired looking middle-aged woman who dressed in ill-fitting pantsuits and talked about ‘cascading relevant information’ in her monthly email-blasts. That part of her brain got progressively quieter each time it was shushed, and it was practically whispering now.

“Welcome everyone! Thank you all for joining me, and first of all: Congratulations to each and every one of you for a fantastic fiscal year so far!”

This elicited a round of claps and the occasional ‘whoop’ from an over-enthusiastic manager looking to move up the ladder.

“Yes, it’s thanks to all of you that Tapsen Aerospace has secured new and lucrative contracts and pushed to innovate technologically across all areas of the industry with drive and vision for the future.”

A slightly larger round of applause this time, as that certainly did sound impressive…

“I would like to report that thanks to the sterling work of our Final Frontier team under the command of Dr Stellen Halbsson, we have recently secured two major satellite delivery contracts to be completed by April of next year! Make yourselves known, guys!”

The cheesily-named ‘Final Frontier’ team were tasked with selling satellites and other space stuff to companies and governments, so it was considered a pretty damn flashy team to work for. They soaked up a generous round of applause as Valentina egged on the crowd.

“One day…” Avery thought despondently to herself, knowing that her fellow interns were probably thinking the same thing.

“Now, I’ve been talking with our new head of Morale and he agrees with me that your hard work ought to be properly rewarded, don’t you agree?”

A few more ‘whoops’ were heard this time, some carrying genuine feeling from those parts of the company who thought that they really did deserve a bit of a reward for their work.

“I know, I know. I hear you, and I’m going to make sure you’re all rewarded! But first: I’d like to talk about an issue very dear to my heart, and I’m sure equally dear to yours.”

A minor ripple of uncomfortable feeling seemed to pass through the crowd, who were probably hoping that their ‘reward’ wasn’t some bullshit donation to a topical charity in their name or something…

“Now, as I’m sure you’ve all been reading in the news: Birthrates are down. Way down. We here at Tapsen have always taken our civil responsibilities seriously, and we believe in doing our part! So, I’d like to welcome you to our first annual Insemination Day! Today every employee will be encouraged to ‘do their part’ for the cause!”

That uncomfortable ripple once again passed through the entire crowd, as if a thousand people simultaneously sensed that something was terribly wrong and were suddenly silenced by some comfortable re-shifting of their memories.

“Ladies! This means you’ll be spending most of your day working to get good and knocked up! As an added incentive beyond doing your civic duty, I am hereby promising that ANY conception made today will unlock a supplementary income equal to that year’s salary, paid every year until the child’s 18th birthday!”

There was a very appreciative murmur among the ladies in the room, who seemed to have forgotten entirely any reservations they had about being reduced to human livestock in this exchange.

“And as for you boys! You’ll get a full 12-hour day where you get to give us girls as much as we can take!”

A roar of approval seemed to bubble up from the male side of the room, who were starting to disrobe in places to prepare themselves.

“And to show you that I’m a woman who sticks to her principles on this matter, I am inviting each and every one of you boys to pay me a personal visit!”

There was no question as to the authenticity of the applause now, as several ‘whoops’ were accompanied by jubilant fist-pumps from excited male employees. The intern girls all crowded round each other for a temporary pow-wow, while Max continued to watch the CEO, his interest quite firmly piqued.

Avery was the first to speak, her mind racing with the possibilities.

“Guys, I could move out of my parents’ house with that money! I mean… almost…”

Emma hopped excitedly in place, which had a surprisingly hypnotic effect not only on Avery and Lydia, but damn near everyone around them too.

“No, listen! What if we, like, moved in together? We keep working here for a few months, keep our incomes identical to what they are now. In a few months we’ll have enough to get a deposit together for a decent house in a good neighbourhood! We could get onto the property ladder, you guys!”

Lydia pursed her thin lips as she considered her options, but it seemed she was just as excited by the possibilities.

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I could not contain the gasp that escaped my lips. God, it was beautiful. The sun-kissed body; the intricacy. It took my breath away. My fingers caressed the length of the fingerboard and I melted. The glossy words splashed across the head of the guitar, ‘Hummingbird’. I looked at him, at a loss of words. He simply smiled and took me in his arms. He kissed my temples as my body melded against his, and I whispered, “Thank you”. I could feel his joy and satisfaction. He turned to me, about to say something when his eyes suddenly went wide, fear and panic shadowing the previous contentment. He clutched his chest and made a gurgling sound and collapsed to the floor. Oh God. Oh God! What was happening? I sprawled across his chest, wild with anxiety as his body twitched rigidly.

I woke up screaming for him not to go. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I looked at the empty side of the bed; the side where he once slept. It has been two long, painful years since Dan was gone; taken away from me in the cruellest way. I looked over at the Hummingbird True Vintage which sat quietly on the stand across the bed and recalled the last moments with him. Pain swelled in my chest as I curled up and cried.

*

Dan and I had been lovers. We met in University. Being in totally different social circles, it had me believe that our meeting was pure fate. I was doing music major, specialising in acoustic harmonics and song writing, while Dan was studying law, whose faculty was right on the opposite end of mine. It was one day of random strolling from the restlessness plaguing me that sent me walking to the other end of the campus; right into Dan. I couldn’t explain it. We merely walked past each other but the urge to look back, to see that face, was overwhelming. When I turned, I realise that he stood rooted, staring at me as well. I blushed and offered him a shy smile. He beamed. He walked over to introduce himself and chatted. Somehow we ended up in a café, where we talked for hours, leaving each other contacts before parting. Things blossomed from there on. We quickly fell into the habit of meeting everyday between breaks, chatting all night before turning in, going out on days free. Our friends soon knew each other and both circles had always hinted at our getting together.

I swear I’ll never forget the day Dan said he loved me. I couldn’t believe it. Oh, I wished and I hoped. I wanted it for a long time. Now that it has happened, it occurred to me as surreal, but Dan easily appeased me. We moved out to an off-campus apartment and everything was bliss. We soon graduated and moved to another city to set up our lives together — me as an apprentice in a record company and Dan in a law firm. We had our disagreements, but things always ended with a make-up fuck — from the smallest things like quarrel over my sloppiness to the bigger things such as finances. We were happy.

Especially when I was officially accepted into TopHits, my company, as a part of the music arrangers and writing, things fell into place. Dan was overjoyed and bought me the guitar of my dreams. Gibson Hummingbird True Vintage. It made me so happy. And then it happened. Dan suffered a cardiac seizure. It came out of nowhere. Dan had always been fit and healthy. He had a strict control of his diet and worked out in our gym regularly. I couldn’t reconcile with the fact that he was gone. Just like that. His family was supportive of me, although they were also coping with Dan’s passing. They treated me more like family than my parents had. Mara, my sister, was also there for me. They all dropped in to visit me often, even till now. It was them who kept me from being totally undone.

I had considered moving away to protect my sanity, to another city, where the cafés do not remind me of Dan and I cuddling over coffee, talking of our dreams, where the streets remind me of us walking hand-in-hand, where the house remind me of us together, passionate and loving. But I couldn’t bear to leave. I could not bear to throw what little hold I had left of Dan away. So I was killing myself slowly. I drowned myself in work, which resulted in my career taking flight, but I spent my time in our home reliving the memories of us everyday, while feeling hollow and lonely inside.

“So how is it going?” Kelly, one of my colleagues and closer friends in the company, asked, gesturing towards the sheaf of papers I had been doodling on.

“It’s almost done. I just have to get the final touch-ups.” I replied, holding up the sheet of paper, examining it, pushing my glasses from slipping down.

Kelly plopped into the chair next to mine and took the paper from me, looking through it. I stared at her. Kelly came in the company a year or two later than I did, but was highly talented. She was attractive: long, thick brown hair framing her oval face, eyes of colour of the Caribbean Sea complementing her fair skin. Her personality was like her nickname, Sunny, which in a lot of ways, reminded me of Mara. Since Mara was clear across the country from me, I thought of Kelly like Ankara escort a younger sister to me.

“Yea, I’ll say it’s pretty much done.” She smiled. “So it’s time for you to get off your butt and go have some fun!” She tugged me off my chair. I squeaked.

I plucked my glasses off and rubbed my temples. “Kelly, you know I…”

“Yea, of course I know. All the more I should get your ass out. How long are you intending to stay in your shell for?” She knew about Dan. She was empathetic, but was vehement that it was high time I should move on.

I sighed. I knew I would give in to her, but I put up one last fight. “I… I’m a little tired from working all day, Kel”

“Who isn’t? That’s why we’re going down to the club to unwind! It’s Friday night, for fuck’s sake!”

I looked at her pleadingly and she returned mine with an extra puppy-dog effect. I was so lost. Reluctantly, I nodded. Kelly skipped and tugged my arm, clearly happy that she had finally got me to break out of my funk, even superficially.

I sat amidst the crowd, feeling detached. I hadn’t been to a club since Dan was gone and being here now was unsettling. The only saving grace was that Kelly was with me, along with Paul, Kelly’s fiancé, John and Ellie. I nursed my bottle of Budweiser, peeling off the label, trying to distract myself from my obvious unease. Kelly jabbed me by the ribs. “Relax! Don’t look like someone stole your kidney! Lighten up and have fun! We’re here for you; you know that, don’t you?” I glanced up to see all three others nodding in agreement. I pulled a smile on my lips, muttering that I will try. The night wore on and some hopefuls came to chat me up. A handful of them were cute, no doubt, but I couldn’t bring myself to accept them. My heart was still mourning and it felt like I was betraying Dan.

I looked across the dance floor blandly as Paul joked with them about the time while he was crushing over this girl in high school. Dan. Oh God. Dan. I shot up and my body went rigid. Dan. I ran across the dance floor and followed the figure. Dan was here. I knew I was delirious. I had to be crazy; Dan was gone, it couldn’t be him. But I so desperately wanted to believe that it was him I saw; the face so achingly familiar and handsome.

I went straight up to him and grabbed him by the shoulder. He turned and looked at me with a startled look. No, it wasn’t Dan. He looked nothing like Dan. My face crumbled and he tilted his head to look at me, clearly puzzled. “You ok?”

I was embarrassed. I nodded. “Yea. I… I’m sorry. I thought you were… someone I knew.”

He nodded in understanding, still considering me. “I know it’s none of my business, but you sure look like you need a breather. You wanna go to the café down the street?” I nodded before I could stop myself. Too late to say no now. I stammered, “Give… give me a moment. I… ah… I’ll go get my things and let my friends know.”

I stalked back to my friends and grabbed my guitar case by the corner. Kelly and Paul looked at me curiously, then behind me. Kelly beamed. “Leo! You’re here!”

I stared between Kelly and the guy. “Leo…?” He smiled at me. “Erm, yea. We didn’t really exchange our names. I’m Leo.” He regarded Kelly and Paul awkwardly, “Hey, Kelly, hey, Paul.” He gestured towards the exit, “you ready to go?”

I nodded, not daring to look at Kelly. I was sure she was grinning like the cat that just eaten a canary. I scurried off with Leo who seemed as anxious to leave as I was. We headed to the café Leo was talking about. It was the café near TopHits. I had been there a few times, but most of the time Kelly was the one who bought lunch for me there. The scones and muffins were good, and I loved their coffee. Leo guided me in and he bought me coffee and scones, exactly the way I liked it.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“Kelly comes here everyday to get you the same thing.” He said simply. I was confused. He was my confusion and explained, “I work here.”

“Oh. So this is how you knew Kelly.” I blushed at recalling the awkward moment back in the club.

Leo laughed, “Yea. Oh God, I can’t believe I would run into her like that!” His voice was a deep timbre that resonated in my ears, drawing something in me that I had not felt for some time: warmth. I studied him. He had black hair so deep that it shined with a purplish undertone. He had laughing grey eyes shined with mischievous gleam and a strong jaw that seemed delicate at the same time. His full, pouty lips had this perpetual curl that gave the impression that he was smiling even when he was not.

He smiled, catching me staring, and tilted his head as before. “I believe I’ve not caught your name.”

I blushed and looked away. “I er… My name is Andrew.”

“Nice to meet you, Andrew,” he paused, considering what to say. “It’s none of my business, but is something bothering you? I saw that look on your face.” His tone was gentle, probing and non-probing at the same time. I’ve never felt compelled or the need to tell anyone about it. But Ankara escort bayan Leo put me at such ease that I opened up to him. I told him a brief version of what happened between Dan and I. I was glad that we were sitting in a more secluded corner as I started to sob. Throughout it all, Leo held my hand and touched my elbow briefly to assure me at the right times. It wasn’t till I saw one of the employees coming over that I realise that it was that late. I wiped away evidence of my tears just before the staff got here.

“Mr Cleaver,” the boy started.

“Ah, Donald, don’t worry. I’ll lock up.” Leo smiled. Donald nodded and smiled at me before going back to the counter to pack up.

I gave him a questioning look, which he begrudgingly explained, “Well, ah, I own this place.”

“Oh.” I answered dumbly.

“So you feeling better?” he asked gently.

I gave him a sheepish smile, suddenly embarrassed by my outpour. “Yea, thank you.”

He leaned in to ruffle my hair, which surprised me, laughing easily as he did. “I’m glad. If it makes you feel better, let me treat you lunch tomorrow?” I felt a light fluttering in my stomach and felt confused at the effect of such a small gesture inflicted.

I blushed. “Ok.”

“Great! I’ll see you at Beverly’s at one?” I nodded.

He got me home and I went straight to bed after a quick shower. I fell asleep, asking myself if it really was time to move on.

He was already there when I got to Beverly’s. He wore a black button-up which complemented his hair and jeans which hugged his legs in the most intimate ways, showing off muscular thighs. But it figures. I realised now that he had a runner’s built, lean and graceful.

He beamed when he saw me.

“Hey, man! Glad you’re here! How are you?”

I couldn’t help grinning. “Yea, great! I’m starving!”

He rubbed his palms together in delight. “You’re in for a treat! Beverly has the best steak! I don’t know about you, but I’ve been craving for that since the start of the week!”

I laughed as he led me into the restaurant.

The meal was peppered with easy conversation and laughter. There was no mention of my outbreak last evening, which I was glad for, and he told me tales of growing up in his pre-dominantly female family, and being the youngest, his sisters fussed over him. He had me laughing so hard when he told me about his sister dressing him up in one of her dresses and smeared makeup on his face before dragging him out to dinner with his parents.

I couldn’t stop the fit of giggles and he feigned annoyance, “Hey! That was ancient history! I was four, how should I know? Heck, I’m more man than I can ever be right now!” He boasted jokingly as he puffed his chest.

I giggled again and sipped at my water as I said, “You can say that again! Have to say you’re the best looking guy I’ve seen recently.” Oh fuck. Did I just say that out loud? I blushed shades of red, but Leo laughed, seemingly unawares of the meaning of what I just said.

The embarrassment dissipated when he asked me about my job. He knew I worked in TopHits. Kelly was more effective than any advertisements and I wondered many times if she had her calling right. Don’t get me wrong, Kelly was a good secret keeper, but her mouth runs loose against things of non-secrecy.

I mused about the song writing, the arrangements of instruments and such about my work to him with enthusiasm that I never knew I had. For a moment, I felt like I was back to the times still in uni, all talks of dreams and anticipation of work. I love my job, that’s for sure, but the monotony of everyday didn’t escape it either. Like the White Queen from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland said, “Jam Yesterday, Jam Tomorrow, but never Jam To-day”. That’s how my job was like at the moment. I had good times looking back at the achievements I had, good time thinking of the achievements I can achieve, but when it comes down to actual doing, “to-day” really has no “jam” at all. Talking to Leo about my job now made me feel like I’ve lost the monotony that bogged me down since the past year.

When we parted, he suggested that I come down to his café during my break on Monday to have lunch together, and I agreed. Monday came and went, and we fell into the pattern of having lunch together everyday. Kelly was delighted to see the change in me. I honestly didn’t feel much of a change, but Kelly swore that I was more cheerful and looked happier. I had a glow of warmth about me, something that I didn’t have before.

Leo was over at my house more and more often, as I was at his. We would talk, play video games, or I would simply play a tune or two on my guitar or piano for him. He particularly enjoyed it when I played ‘Somewhere over the Rainbow’ on piano.

One day, he asked, “That’s a beautiful guitar. Why haven’t I seen you playing it before?” He gestured towards my Hummingbird. My face dropped. I wasn’t really ready to say it, but lying to Leo was just wrong. I looked him in the eyes, sorrow marring the green of my eyes.

Leo’s Escort Ankara look softened. “He gave it to you, isn’t it?”

I cringed at the memory. I nodded. He scooted over and embraced me, patting me soothingly at the back of my head. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. To lighten the mood, I smiled and asked if I should play something for him on my cello.

“I haven’t touched my cello since forever. Don’t laugh if I slip up!”

Leo laughed, “If a slip-up is even possible from you!” He sat back on the couch as I sat on a chair opposite with my cello in place. I started to play the first tune I could think of: Nocturne in F#. I swayed with the music, completely lost in it. Somewhere along the line, I began pouring my longing for Dan into it and tears rolled off my cheeks. When I finished, I saw Leo staring at me with an intense look.

He moved towards me and removed the cello, placing it on the floor and kneeled between my splayed legs. He framed my face with his hands. I didn’t know what to think, except that my body was reacting to the closeness. I wanted to get closer. He leaned forward and touched his lips to mine softly. His eyes closed as he pressed his lips more insistently on mine. I gave in to my desire and began kissing back. My hands found its way to his neck and caressed the back of it, eliciting a moan from Leo. Our tongues warred, teasing and caressing the other, probing deeper. When we broke apart, he leaned his forehead against mine. We were both panting from the kiss.

Leo gazed into my eyes. “Andrew,” he husked, “I’ve wanted you for such a long time. I was afraid. I am still afraid that you will push me away.”

“Leo, I…”

Leo pressed a finger to my lips, licking his own as he stared on my kiss-bruised lips. “Do you feel good with me?”

“I’ve never felt more alive since a long time ago.”

“Then, will you…” he looked unsure.

I leaned forward. “Leo, I think I like you.” There. I’ve said it. “But I don’t know if I can be what you want. I have baggage, and no one will want someone who can’t even handle their own issues. Part of me feels bad for falling for you, yet I cannot help it. I know I need this, Leo. I need this.”

“I love you, Andrew. I want you the way you are. The passionate, loving, talented Andrew Tamerie.” He looked at me pleadingly. I knew I had to do something. I leaned in and kissed him, full lust and desire. He kissed back with as much hunger, and soon, we were tugging at each others’ clothes, pulling them off frantically with need of feeling bare skin against bare skin. We soon divested each other and kissed our way back to my bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed and followed me soon after, grinding his hips sensually into me while nipping at me neck. He licked a trial from my collarbone to my jaw before lapping at my lips. I couldn’t help but writhed at his attentions, thrusting my hips up into his. It has been so long. So very long.

He kissed his way down to my chest, lavishing my nipples with tender kisses before bathing them with licks. He soon began sucking and nibbling on them, one after another, forcing a hoarse scream from me. I was as hard as steel, leaking like a faucet. I willed him to touch me, to relieve me of the tightness threatening to leave me hanging.

“Le… Leo… I need…” I made a gurgling sound, desperation and need making my voice coarse that I did not recognise it as mine. Leo understood and obeyed. His hand trailed down to my cock while he continued his sucking. He lightly caressed my cock, fingers ghosting over the head. My cock jumped at the touched and my back arched to follow the tingling sensations left by the fingers. I growled in frustration and Leo chuckled before he held my cock firmly and began stroking.

I wailed loudly, panting in delight while my hands clutched the back of Leo’s head, urging him down. Leo worshipped my abs, kissing, licking, and occasionally biting me softly, leaving marks on me possessively. I was lost in the sensations when I suddenly felt him licking me there. Oh, it was heaven. His tongue probed into my tight hole, teasing it, coaxing it to open for him. I writhed, but his free hand held me down and I sobbed with want.

“Oh… Oh… God… Oh… Leo… Give me…”

I could feel his smile. He let up, but then he probed and entered me with his finger. My hole welcomed him easily, glad at the intrusion, gripping him tightly. Leo groaned, fingering in and out of the wet velvety chute. “Oh God, Andrew… I want you. Want you so much!”

“Yes… Ah! Ah…” he was touching me at the most pleasurable part. My body shot up as orgasm escalated. I was about to come and I warned him. He continued rubbing my prostate. When I came, he suddenly engulfed me in his mouth. I shouted my joy as he swallowed gulp after gulp of my offering.

He leaned up to kiss me, sharing my cum. I panted. I gazed into his beautiful grey eyes. “Take me, Leo.”

His eyes blazed as he got into position, pushing my legs wide. I yielded willingly and he leaned over my nightstand to grab a condom. I gasped as he entered me. Though he did so slowly, it burned from being unused for such a long time. He paused. “You all right?” Concern etched his face, which touched me deeply.

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Fitting In

by Rajah Dodger (c) 2017

This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached.

The good news about the takeover was Jeff’s elevation to vice-president of the western branch. The bad news, in his opinion, was having to give up casual clothes in favor of the monkey suits favored by the Europeans. At least they were covering the expense of his new wardrobe at the clothier they favored. “Clothes Make the Man,” said the sign over the customer counter, and Jeff had a good laugh at that.

“The fitter will see you now, Mister Harrison.” Jeff put down the magazine and followed the menswear assistant into the back of the tailoring area. The impatient young man waiting there was blandly sleek in the manner of magazine covers. He gave Jeff the shortest of looks and fluttered his fingers dismissively. “I am Emile. I will measure and prepare you for your proper clothing. Now remove those.”

Jeff looked around, confused. “I thought you took measurements over the pants.”

The fitter looked pointedly at Jeff’s khaki slacks. “Perhaps at J.C. Penney — here you are being measured for real clothing.” The put-down was delivered with a scathing tone, as if such material might contaminate the high-end suits on the nearby racks just by its proximity. Jeff unbuckled his belt and slid his slacks down to his ankles.

“Dress left or dress right?” The question left Jeff completely baffled. The younger man circled around him like a lion sniffing its prey. “Oh, never mind — you wear briefs. You’ll have to change that for the formal dress pants, of course. Now get it all off and stand on the platform.” Jeff flushed, but sat down to take off his shoes and trousers, then wriggled out of his briefs as well. He stepped onto the raised platform with his face flushed and his cock dangling, reflected in merciless detail in all three mirrors.

Emile came up and started taking measurements, pressing the tip of the yellow tape down the outsides and up the insides Ankara escort of Jeff’s legs. Jeff couldn’t help twitching as his cock bounced, but the other man ignored it as he went about his job. Emile ran his fingers up and down, pressing into Jeff’s leg and thigh muscles, as if Jeff were a mannequin being checked for quality before shipment. He looped the tape around each thigh and pulled tight, then pressed the tape in a line from the base of Jeff’s neck down to the clenching crease of his ass.

Jeff closed his eyes and focused on steady breathing. It helped distract him somewhat from the way he was being handled.

Soon, if not soon enough, the measurements were completed and Emile told Jeff to get dressed.

“You need boxers, not those — things. Americans know nothing about proper dressing. Your suits will be ready in three weeks.” Emile’s eyes crawled over Jeff, visibly assessing him. “Set aside two hours to try everything on so that I can make any final adjustments. And by all means, try not to gorge yourself at meals between now and then!”

Jeff’s face was scarlet as he got into his regular clothes. His exit from the clothing store was somewhat faster than his schedule required.

The stressful fitting faded quickly from Jeff’s mind, as did the criticisms and instructions of the fitter. His new position held plenty to keep him busy, between reviewing the division’s various branch operations and trying to identify someone to replace him as a branch manager.

Moreover, there was a mandatory dinner and conference for vice-presidents in six weeks, and Jeff had received a very thick packet of material on organization history, goals, culture and protocols – all of which he would need to master before the conference. Jeff had only met three of the Europeans, but they all had that general attitude of superiority to anyone from the States. He knew that he’d have to be at the top of his game when face to face with them, or this promotion could easily dissolve from under his feet.

Between the press of normal daily business and his studies at night, Jeff’s social life and personal time vanished. On his managerial trips to personally review the branches now under his supervision, he chafed at the time required for the traditional dinner and drinks with the branch managers, as it left him with that much less time to prepare for the critical Ankara escort bayan overseas trip.

Jeff had quite forgotten about his new wardrobe by the time the email arrived reminding him to make his final clothing appointment. He checked the calendar in some confusion – it had been four and a half weeks since his fitting! The conference was practically upon him, and there were still two briefing documents he hadn’t even opened. He rechecked his reservations on the Air Canada flight to Frankfurt, then called the clothier’s office.

The phone call was not pleasant. The scheduler insisted there were no appointments left during the week, and refused to arrange anything on the weekend. Jeff’s attempts to pay for the inconvenience were rudely and abruptly dismissed. The best the scheduler would offer Jeff was a five o’clock time on Monday, the same week that Jeff would be leaving.

After a marathon study session over the weekend, and a rushed morning of nailing down branch issues, Jeff rushed through traffic to get the new suits taken care of. Much to his dismay, once he arrived there was still paperwork to be completed and it was almost five-thirty before the counterman escorted him back into the fitting area.

Emile dismissed the man and reminded him to lock up, then pulled a rolling rack of clothes out. “Clothes off,” he snapped, and Jeff hurried to get undressed, stripping down to his briefs. Emile gave him a peculiar look, but just handed Jeff the first suit.

The fit was snug. Jeff had been careful about his meals, and even squeezed in a few sessions a week at the gym. Even so, the fit was – tight.

Emile clucked his tongue. “Look here!” He dragged Jeff to a podium with three mirrors positioned, and showed Jeff the visible lines his briefs made through the fabric. “I told you those briefs were -” and he let out a snarl that Jeff couldn’t make out. “Get them off, you’ll have to do without.”

“You mean go commando? But the fabric…” Jeff’s face turned scarlet, but it had no effect on the European.

“Whatever word you want, deal with it. You Americans are barbarians, really. And as to the fabric, well if you wash yourself properly then you won’t have to worry about staining it, will you?”

Awkwardly, Jeff slid the suit pants down then stripped his briefs off, starting to pull the pants up. He was again interrupted when Escort Ankara Emile grabbed his cock and palmed it down into the left pant leg. “You’ll be dress left. Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” Jeff felt the hot flush in his face spread through his entire body while Emile drew the pants up and fastened them. “Now look at yourself!”

Jeff caught his breath, and looked into the mirror. To his surprise, there wasn’t any particular bulge or evidence that his cock was pulsing down inside his thigh. Emile picked up his measuring tape again, and soon was pressing thumbs into the backs of Jeff’s legs and ass, muttering all the while. “Almost right. Just two more things to check.”

The pants were pulled down briskly, fabric rubbing over the head of Jeff’s cock. While he caught his breath, Emile laced the measuring tape around his balls, between his thighs, around his cock, taking Jeff from merely turgid to fully erect in moments.

The Frenchman was smiling. That expression, on his face, made Jeff’s guts twist. “Your bosses, they are – how do you put it – top dogs. And you are on the bottom. You know what bottom means, yes?”

With that he wrapped his mouth around Jeff’s cock. Jeff had no say in the matter, nor as his balls were expertly massaged could he prevent the sudden pulse and clench of his muscles, spurting over and over as Emile swallowed.

“Now,” Emile said after licking his lips, “we give you a real fitting.” He half-dragged, half-pulled Jeff over to lie atop a cutting table, then rubbed something slick between his cheeks. It tingled, but Jeff didn’t have time to appreciate that before Emile was inside him. His ass clamped in shock, then he started to moan and buck as the special lube made his ass prickle with intense heat, eased only when Emile pushed and pulled, in and out, rubbing the affected areas. Jeff was reduced to grunting incoherently as he hunched back and threw his legs open wider.

Jeff’s cock pulsed and dribbled as the other man’s cock filled and emptied him. His face was cheek-down on the table, and the nearby mirror showed a distorted reflection of their bodies bouncing against each other. Jeff wondered if this meant he was gay now, and then Emile grunted and the first thick blast drove all remaining thought out of Jeff’s mind.

The next thing Jeff was aware of was sitting in his car, his new suits in a travel suitcase in the back seat, and a cream envelope on the dashboard. He opened the envelope, and found a formal invitation to a pre-conference meeting. At the bottom of the invitation, in elegant script, was the notation “Dress Left.”

/ END /

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Note: This is the sixth chapter in what will probably be a fairly long series. If you haven’t read Chapters 1-5, this section won’t make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there’s a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated! Special thanks to AnInsatiableReader for helping me clean it up.

Day 5

Monday, June 15

Pensacola, FL

“You have six new voicemails.”

That was my cell phone…

“Son of a bitch.”

…and that was me.

“Apparently, I’m a really fucking popular guy today,” I said out loud, which was somewhat pointless considering I was the only one in my car at the time.

By the time I even noticed my phone blinking, I was on Interstate 10 halfway back to Pensacola from Mobile, Alabama, where I’d driven to catch a midday minor league baseball game. I hadn’t given Scott enough notice for him to request time off, so he had to work till 5 p.m. That left me time to drive down to Hank Aaron Stadium in southern Alabama and take in a game.

I left my phone in the car to charge during the game, though, and at some point during the 45-minute drive back to Pensacola, I saw it blinking. Before I even opened the phone, the LED screen warned me that I had 13 text messages. When I flipped it open, I saw that I’d missed eight calls and had some voice messages.

The first message did not bode well.

“What the fuck did you do?” I heard Scott’s yelling voice ask. “Lynette is fucking pissed at me. She says I’m cheating on her. Something about a message from some chick named Stacy. The only Stacy I know is my aunt in fucking Chicago, man. I don’t know what this is, but you better fucking fix it!”

“Shit,” I said, again to no one in particular. Stacy had apparently returned my call, but whatever she’d said on the message, it made Lynette think she was calling for Scott. Perfectly understandable, considering I had called from his phone and given her his number. She knew my name, but she might not have used it on the voicemail.

The next one was Scott again, about 20 minutes after the first one, and even more pissed. Not long after that, Lynette had called.

“So, some fucking whore left a voicemail on Scott’s machine,” she said. Her voice sounded wild and panicked – nothing like the controlled but sultry tones she’d used to flirt with both Scott and I the night before. “He said it was for you, but I think he’s a lying sack of shit. Anyway, my number’s on your phone now. Call me.”

Scott was also the fourth one, and he hadn’t calmed down at all. Thankfully, the last two were the two main women in my life – my mom, calling just to check on me, and Kelly. The timestamp was from five minutes before I left the stadium.

“Baby… I wonder what your face is like right now, now that I just called you that. Anyway, I know you told me your phone would be in the car while you went to the game, but I wanted to leave you a message anyway. Eating lunch, from Jack In The Box, and thinking about you. How horny you got me last night. We definitely need to do that again, as soon as possible. Call me. Bye.”

Even on my voicemail, that woman’s voice had my dick ready to go all George Washington on a cherry tree.

The voice messages out of the way, I quickly rifled through the text messages. There were only two that hadn’t been covered in the voicemail. One was from Becky, who’d texted to tell me that she and Paul were going to move in together and to thank me for pushing them together. I smiled and made a mental note to call her later. The other was from a guy I had just met, right before I left the ballpark.

I tried Scott’s cell phone, but I got his voicemail. He must have been teaching. Then I dialed Lynette’s number, the one she’d called from, but it was turned off and sent me straight to voicemail. I couldn’t fix things with either of them right now, and I didn’t have Stacy’s number with me. So instead, I did what I would have preferred to do anyway.

“Are you still on your lunch break?” I asked when Kelly answered.

“Yes,” she replied. “I get 15 more minutes away from the high school kids who work for me and the future heart patients they sell food to.”

“Damn,” I said. “Not nearly long enough for me to get you off.”

“Says who?” Kelly replied. “With your voice, I could be done in three.”

“I’m sure you could,” I answered. “But I don’t perform those kind of services. If you want the best, you have to allow enough time for the best. And we don’t have that kind of time at the moment.”

“Oooh,” she said. “So you’re the best now, huh?”

“I’ve always been the best,” I answered. “I just wanted to stay at least a little modest until I had you hooked.”

“You never had to be modest then,” she said. “I was hooked from the first phone call.”

“Damn,” I said. “All this time, I could have been acting like a cocky S.O.B.”

I never finished the statement, but I didn’t need to.

“Oh well,” she said. “I’m sitting in my car right now anyway, and the last thing I need is for one of the kids to come out here and catch the manager Ankara escort playing with herself.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Like he’d tell on you.”

“Probably not,” she agreed. “Still, doesn’t mean I want to give him a free show.”

“Come on, Kelly,” I said. “He’s a teenager in the mecca of Mormonville. He’s probably never even made it halfway to first base. The least you can do is give him something to deposit in the spank bank for later.”

She laughed. Life was good.

“So, your turn,” she said, reminding me that it was my day to try not to say anything that would repulse her. Luckily, I had something all lined up and ready to go.

“Can I just tell you a story instead?” I asked.

“No. This is supposed to be something about you,” she replied.

“It will be,” I said. “It will probably tell you a lot about me.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, sure then. If you can pack it into.. what.. 14 minutes, now?”

“I’ll do my best.”

*******

As I approached the home clubhouse at Hank Aaron Stadium, I noticed the three rather attractive women loitering near the entrance almost immediately. None of them were wearing all that much, clearly trying to beat the oppressive summer heat. They all looked fairly drunk – their faces were flushed, they were sweating slightly, and I heard some slurred speech as I passed the group. They had stamps on their hands, meaning they were old enough to drink. Or at least, it meant they had some good fake IDs.

“Waiting for someone?” I asked. The shorter blonde smiled and lowered her eyes to the ground, the redhead started giggling, and the tall blonde simply nodded at me with a grin.

“We’ve talked to Kellen before and after games since the season started,” she said. “We want to actually meet him now.”

I nodded back at her, then looked over at the 10-year-old kid and his father, who’d been walking with me until I reached the clubhouse door.

“I’ll be right back,” I said. “And Ted?” I addressed the father as I pointed at the girls. “Don’t let them go anywhere.”

I smiled at all of them and opened the door to the Mobile BayBears’ locker room. No one noticed me or even looked up. The trick was to act like you were supposed to be there. It won’t fool a good security guard or any decently trained cop, but since there was no security at the door, simply blending in was enough to not attract attention.

I scanned the locker room but didn’t see who I was looking for. I did spot a staircase leading down to a basement, though, and I figured it was a private tunnel that allowed the players to get from the field to the clubhouse without having to pass through the fans. So I waited.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps and I saw the player climbing the steps. He looked up to see me standing at the top and simply gave me a nod. I probably looked like a reporter or some sort of team official, and he saw those all the time.

“Kellen Howard, right?” I asked. He stopped and turned toward me.

“Yeah,” he said. “What’s up?”

“I’m Brad Carver,” I replied, sticking my hand out. He shook it. “Quite a show you put on out there today.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “Tanner doesn’t think it’s ever been done before, and you don’t get the chance to do something like that every day.”

“I would guess not,” I said. “I mean, just hitting four homers in one game, that happens maybe once a year in the entire league, right? But to get lucky enough to have the bases loaded every time?”

He grinned. “Yeah. My teammates were getting it done today, too.”

According to the program in my hand, Kellen stood about 6-foot-4 and tipped the scales at 235 pounds. He was a farm kid from Hays, Kansas, and he looked every bit the part. His eyes started darting around, looking like he wanted to head to his locker. I raised the ball I’d been holding into view.

“There’s no way of knowing if I’m telling the truth or not, but this is the last grand slam you hit, in the bottom of the eighth inning,” I said, and his eyes went wild.

“Actually, there is,” he said. “I wanted to see about getting the ball, but the guys upstairs in the video room told me a guy wearing a bright orange polo shirt and wearing a black Atlanta Braves cap had caught it. I figured there was no way I’d get it back.”

I looked down at my clothes, then took my hat off and looked at it.

“Yeah, I guess that’s me,” I said.

“Wow,” he replied. It got awkward for a moment – clearly, he didn’t want to ask me for the ball, but he’d just admitted to wanting it.

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked. His eyes clouded a little bit, as he probably thought I wanted money. I quickly got to the next part. “I actually wasn’t trying to catch it. A 10-year-old kid named A.J. was sitting in front of me in the bleachers, and you hit it right to him. It bounced off his glove and landed right in my lap.”

“Nice,” Kellen replied. Then: “Wait. You didn’t give him the ball?”

“Actually, I did,” I replied. “But I talked him into giving it to you, instead.”

He was stunned. “How?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Still stunned.

“I’m Ankara escort bayan a pretty big baseball fan, though, and I know a lot about the minor leagues and prospects,” I said. “I know you’re going to be an All-Star with the Arizona Diamondbacks within five years, or someone else if they’re dumb enough to trade you. And I know there are six or seven other guys on this team who are sure-fire big leaguers, too. So, if it’s not too much to ask, can you trade this kid a baseball signed by the team?”

I held the ball out to him. He had every opportunity to snatch it from me and then demand I leave. Instead, he dropped his equipment bag as a big smile spread across his face.

“I have a better idea,” he said, and immediately went to Melvin Tanner’s office. Tanner was the BayBears’ manager. Before he went in, I told him I’d be back.

I ducked back outside to tell Ted and A.J. that Kellen had agreed, and that I’d just be one more minute. I winked at the girls and told them to sit tight, too. I’d only been back inside for a couple of minutes when Kellen and Tanner came out of the office. Tanner had three boxes of brand new baseballs in his arms. Kellen told his teammates what he wanted, and I watched in stunned silence as every single player on the team signed a baseball and threw it into an equipment bag with the Arizona Diamondbacks’ logo on it. Kellen took off the jersey he was wearing and signed it with a Sharpie, addressing it to A.J. Another player, Pedro Canon, did the same with his jersey. Pedro had been on base for all four grand slams, and he’d also made a highlight-reel catch to stop another fan from catching a home run hit by the other team. He was one of the other sure-fire prospects I’d mentioned. The winning pitcher for the game, Leo Lozano, signed his hat and laid it on the table along with the two jerseys.

Kellen nodded at me, and I went outside to get Ted and A.J. I motioned for the girls to stay put just one more minute.

A.J. was in awe when he saw what the team was giving him. There were 28 baseballs in the bag, as the manager and two coaches had thrown one in as well. Kellen and A.J. posed for a picture, and all the players came up to shake A.J.’s hand. Ted was standing near the wall, almost in tears as he saw his son having the time of his life.

“Why did you decide to give it back to me?” Kellen asked A.J.

“Well, if you don’t want it,” A.J. replied, and everyone laughed.

“No, I definitely do,” Kellen replied. “But, I don’t think anyone’s ever hit four grand slams in a professional game, major league or minor league. This ball would be worth a lot of money. It’s pretty awesome that you’re letting me have it back.”

A.J. smiled. I had told him about the money.

“I was going to keep it,” A.J. responded. “But I told Brad I was in little league here, and he asked me how I would feel if I hit four home runs in a game, if I would want the last ball. I said, yeah, if I could find it. He asked me who I thought that ball would mean the most to. I said probably my mom or dad, or me. He said he thought you’d probably feel the same way.”

Ted and I just stood on the back wall as Kellen looked up at us.

“So, I thought about it and decided to give it you. Besides, I’m going to play in the majors someday, so I won’t need the money.” Kellen, Ted and a couple of nearby players smiled at that, as did I, as A.J. continued. “You’re the one who hit four grand slams in the game. You should get to decide what happens to the ball.”

“Wow,” Kellen said. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Yeah, you can,” A.J. said, pointing at the baseballs, the two jerseys and two hats. While they were talking, someone else had signed the bill of their BayBears cap and tossed it onto the table. “This stuff, this is awesome. Brad said he would try to get me an autographed ball, but this is great.”

Melvin Tanner walked over to shake A.J.’s hand and talk to him for a few moments, and I beckoned Kellen over.

“Thank you so much,” Kellen said. “I know a lot of fans think all pro players are jackasses, but this really means a lot to me.”

“Hey, like A.J. said, you’re the one that put on the show,” I said. “We should all be thanking you for letting us witness history.”

We shook hands, but I held the shake as he tried to pull away. I pulled him closer, to where he could hear me talking softly.

“There are three girls outside waiting for you by the bleachers,” I said, and his eyes went wide again. “I don’t know what your life has been like, but I doubt you saw anything like them in Kansas.”

“You know them?” Kellen asked.

“No,” I shook my head. “They were standing there when I walked up, but it wasn’t hard to tell who they wanted to meet. I told ’em I’d try to introduce them.”

Kellen waited while I shook hands with Ted, A.J. and Melvin Tanner. Ted thanked me profusely, almost as much as Kellen had thanked A.J. Kellen and I left the clubhouse then. The girls were still waiting, now standing right in front of the door. They all smiled when we came out.

Kellen may have grown up in the middle of nowhere, but he’d learned how Escort Ankara to talk to the ladies somewhere along the way. Within two minutes of introducing them, he’d gone back into the clubhouse to get his phone and was back outside exchanging phone numbers. They made plans to meet at the redhead’s house later that night.

The taller blonde slid up next to me, cupped my crotch very obviously, and told me I was invited as well. Kellen nodded vigorously at her suggestion, and her two friends smiled and giggled.

“No, thanks,” I said. “I’ve gotta get back to Pensacola. I might have some action set up there myself. Besides, this is about Kellen. He hit four grand slams. Come to think of it, there’s only three of you. You need to find a friend and bring her with you tonight, so he can have one for every slam.”

Immediately, the three girls began discussing that idea. Kellen pulled me aside.

“Seriously, man,” he said. “What’s in all of this for you? You give the kid his ball back, talk him into giving it to me, and then these girls.. man, you know I wasn’t going to walk out this door. I would have used the door that leads into the parking lot on the other side of the clubhouse, and I never would have seen them. There’s gotta be something I can do for you.”

I thought about my future plans. A year before I’d left the Marines, I started developing a plan to get into business for myself down the road. Though things were certainly not anywhere near this stage yet, I saw a point in the future where being connected with a millionaire All-Star baseball player could definitely come in handy.

“Like I said, Kellen,” I said. “I’m a baseball geek. Let’s trade phone numbers and e-mail addresses so I can keep in touch, and that will be more than enough.”

He didn’t seem convinced, but he nodded anyway. He grabbed his cell and dialed my phone number, letting it ring all the way to voicemail before he hung up. He then sent me a text message with his e-mail address. I’d left my phone in the car to charge the battery, but I told him I’d send him an e-mail soon.

“You sure you don’t wanna get in on this tonight?” Kellen asked, waving his hand at the trio of women, who were now on their cell phones.

“I’m sure, man,” I replied. “Thanks anyway.”

We shook hands, and as I turned the corner, I saw A.J. and his dad leave the clubhouse and start talking to Kellen again.

Not bad for an afternoon’s work, I thought.

*******

“You turned down an orgy?” Kelly asked.

“I tell you that whole story, and your first question is about the sex?” I asked in return.

“Yes, because you turned down an orgy,” she replied. “That’s not the Brad we all know and love.”

“How do you know? I was turning down an orgy the day we met,” I said.

“True,” she said. “But that was so you could talk to me, which makes perfect sense. You passed on this one with no guarantees you’ll get laid later.”

“Oh, I will,” I said. “I might have to stop Scott from trying to castrate me beforehand, but if I can manage that…”

I filled her in on the situation with Scott, Lynette and Stacy’s message on the answering machine, and it cracked Kelly up.

“I’m glad I can inject some humor into your otherwise taco-filled life, dear,” I said. If I thought that would make her stop laughing so hard, I was sorely mistaken.

“Good job, Brad,” she said when she finally had enough air to talk. “You’re not even there a whole day and you’re already making his girlfriend dump him.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say?” I replied. “I work quickly. And speaking of working quickly…”

“Yeah, I know,” she said, and I could almost see her rolling her eyes. Except, I had no idea what color those eyes were, or what the face surrounding them looked like. “I should get back in there before the kids torch the place. You’ll have something to tell me tonight, right?”

“I hope so,” I said. “Go to work.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

*******

“This better work,” Scott said. We’d been at T.G.I. Friday’s for five minutes, and he was already working on his second beer.

“It will, Scott,” I replied. “It better, anyway. I plan to get laid tonight, and you beating the shit out of me would put a slight damper on that.”

“Damn right it would,” he said. “I’m expecting to get some, too. And if I don’t get some, nobody gets some. At least not anyone sleeping at my house.”

Before I could reply, the front door to the restaurant opened and Stacy swept in. It would have been easy to miss her, as she stood just barely over 5 feet tall, but she caught the attention of every male in the immediate area. I’m sure some of the women were looking as well.

The most obvious attraction was her chest. It had been pretty well contained last night and was again tonight, but when you’re that well-endowed, no bra in the world can completely hide the goods. Her face was very attractive as well. She must have been wearing contacts the night before, because tonight she was wearing glasses. She was also wearing a lemon-colored blouse and black slacks, quite the departure from the low-cut red top, almost too-short mini-skirt (if there is such a thing) and four-inch heels she’d been wearing the night before. In the light of the restaurant lobby, her freckles stood out a little bit more, but that did nothing to hurt my interest.

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We live in the mountains in Eastern Tennessee, the most beautiful place on Earth. We’ve been here about 5 years and have created quite a mountain paradise with lots of privacy to do just about anything we want without anyone being able to see us. I had to give you that explanation to provide the setting of this story. We will have many stories like this to come…

I was sitting on the front porch on a beautiful sunny Monday watching the dogs play in the front yard. I had the entire month of June off to catch up on my writing. My deadline is the first of July and I still had not been able to overcome this writer’s block that was plaguing me. This was my second week off and I had two lines written. I was getting nervous that I would not meet my deadline and my editor would break our contract. I leaned back in my rocking chair and thought about what my next plan of attack would be. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep for a couple of minutes. I was startled awake by the dogs barking to announce we had a visitor climbing the drive to our log cabin home. I shook my head alert and tried to make out the car coming in unannounced.

As the car rounded the last curve in our driveway, I realized that it was my daughter’s long time best friend, Katrina. Needless to say, I was rather surprised at this visit; we lived quite a drive from where she lived. She pulled her car up to the house in the circular drive and I got up from my place in the rocker and walked down the stairs as she got out of the car. She ran up to me and put her arms around me and just started bawling. I wrapped my arms around her and just let her cry. I had no idea what was wrong, but I knew I would not get an intelligible answer from her until she calmed down. The dogs had come over and wanted to know what was wrong with this long time friend of the family. They sat down and waited patiently until they were invited over. I rubbed her back up and down with both of my hands as she began to slow down a little bit.

Out of habit, I said, “Shhhh…now it’ll be okay. Calm down sweetie. Mama can make it better. C’mon, let’s walk up and sit down on the porch and you can tell me all about it, okay?”

She pulled back a little bit from our embrace and as I looked down into her eyes, my eyes caught a glimpse of this young virile body’s cleavage. Man, she had grown since the last time I had seen her, which was about two years prior. She had moved to upper New York State and was not as convenient to visit when we visited our daughter in Illinois. I loved looking at her as she was absolutely gorgeous and I had had fantasies about her for years. She’s got a body and looks to make any straight woman turn her head. I looked away and toward the porch and we walked to the porch arm in arm. We walked up the steps and my hand slipped down onto her ass as she climbed a little ahead of me. I almost jerked it away but did not want to draw attention to the action. I just let it naturally rest back in place around her waist as we reached the top. We sat down and she began her story.

“My husband, William, has been cheating on me with his best friend’s wife. I couldn’t take it anymore at home; I had to get away. I just started driving without a destination and when I hit the West Virginia border, I decided to come and see you. I knew you’d be off work for the month and thought that maybe you wouldn’t mind having some company as long as I don’t interrupt your writing? I know that I should have called first, but I couldn’t muster up the courage. If you don’t want me to stay, I will leave and find a hotel. All I really need is some time to think and figure out what to do about my marriage. Please can I stay here mama?” (She had called me that from the second time she was ever over at our house.)

When I saw the look in her eyes, I could not resist this request. She has been a friend of my daughter’s since the second grade. She was like a second daughter to me throughout the kids’ lives and I have watched her grow into a lovely young lady. “Of course, you can stay here Trina. My home is always open to you. Stay as long as you want, you won’t interrupt anything for me. Dirk left for a business trip this morning and won’t be back until the weekend. I am having a little trouble with writer’s block and can’t seem to get my mind wrapped around a plot to this one. Actually, you will be a welcome distraction and maybe having your around will help unclog my brain. Do you want some lemonade; I just made it fresh this morning?”

She looked at me and smiled and came over and gave me a big hug. Her tits brushed against mine and my nipples gave way to a sexual tension that had stirred within me. My nipples were hard in an instant and I got up quickly to help avoid an uncomfortable setting. “I would love some of your homemade lemonade. You make the best!”

I walked quickly into the house and rubbed my hard nipples to try and get them tamed down a little bit. As I walked through the task of getting us both a glass of lemonade, my mind began to wander about the opportunities that could arise in the following days with us both here by ourselves. My husband would be upset with Ankara bayan escort me if I let an opportunity pass me by like this. We are swingers and have a lot of friends that we both play with alone and apart. If I could talk her into staying until the weekend, I could definitely fulfill one of our long standing fantasies. We have talked a whole lot about fucking this little girl on cold lonely nights when we couldn’t find any friends to come over and join us. She has been a topic of discussion almost our entire relationship. This was going to be a great week!

I walked back out on the porch with our lemonade and she was playing with the dogs. She finally had given them the greeting that they were patiently awaiting. They loved her and always have. She ran back up on the porch and I couldn’t help but notice that she was not wearing a bra. Her tits were absolutely perfect C cup size perky little tits. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin material on her tank top. She took her lemonade and sat down in the rocking chair next to mine. We sat and caught up with each other’s lives and she told me the whole story of her finding out about her husband’s infidelity. William was a very good looking man and had everything that he could imagine. How dare he fuck this up with her? He didn’t know what he was going to lose and that made me very angry. After a couple of hours catching up and crying and laughing, I told her that I was going to take a swim and would love it if she joined me.

“Trina the water is beautiful, just the right temperature and just the thing to unwind from a long drive like you have just come off of. Would you like for me to help you with your bags?”

“That would be great mama. I didn’t bring much and I am not sure if I have a suit. I didn’t know where I was going so I didn’t exactly know what to pack to bring with me.”

“Trina, we are in the mountains dear. Our nearest neighbor is a mile away and the only people that can see what we are doing up here are the helicopter pilots that come by in the afternoons. If you don’t have a suit, we can go in naked. I won’t wear my suit either so maybe you’ll be more comfortable?”

She looked at me and for a minute I thought I had ruined everything. She almost had a look of confusion and disgust on here face. I was in pretty good shape for a 45 year old and had worked hard over the last few years to firm up sagging areas on my body. For the first time in my life, I felt HOT! She must have ended the battle within herself because she came up with this huge smile. “I guess you don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before. And I know that I don’t have anything that you haven’t seen before. So, I guess it would be all right. Let’s go!”

We ran down to her car and got her bags out and we took them up to the loft guest bedroom. I told her that I was going to go to my bedroom and get ready and that I would meet her at the pool. “Do you want something stronger to drink than lemonade?”

“I would love to have one of your famous daiquiris. You make them better than I have ever had before. I am going to freshen up a little bit and I’ll be right down. Thank you for your hospitality mama. You’re the best!”

I turned and headed down the stairs with a smile on my face a mile wide. This was going to be a wonderful week and I might finally get my hands on this beauty and make love to her. My pussy was soaked at the thought as I went to strip my clothes off and make the daiquiris. When I entered my bedroom, I couldn’t help but reach into my shorts and see just how hot this little tramp has made me. I was surely soaked and could smell my sex fill the room when I slipped my shorts off. Would she be able to smell me? Or, more importantly, would I be able to smell her? I quickly disposed of my clothes and went to freshen up and clean my pussy for what I hoped would be a wonderful afternoon skinny dip in the mountain air.

As I walked to the kitchen, I kept getting glimpses through my head of her in the nude. I had seen her in a bikini which did not leave much to the imagination, but I had never seen her completely nude. I began making the daiquiris with these images in my head. As I was pulling out ice from the freezer, the cold air brushed against my nipples and made them hard as rocks. My piercings almost looked strained from how hard my nipples were. I filled the blender full of ice and daiquiri mix, added the rum and my secret ingredient. I chopped and blended until we had the perfect consistency and when I turned to pour into the glasses that I had set out, I was welcomed with the sight of Katrina standing there completely nude and smiling.

“Is this something that you wanted to see mama?”

I nodded my head because I could not speak. She was gorgeous and smooth and tan and had everything in the right places in the right quantities. Her tits were absolutely delicious looking and her pussy was nice and smooth. Absolutely bald, this is how I like them. She walked over to me and set the blender on the counter. She pulled me into her arms and pulled me down into a kiss. Her lips were nice and soft and melted onto mine with her tongue Escort bayan Ankara snaking out of her mouth into mine. I embraced her and wrapped my hands in her short black hair. I pulled her into me and shoved my tongue into her welcoming mouth. I caressed my hands up and down her back like I had in the front yard upon her arrival. She reciprocated the move and had my pussy trembling with desire as she touched me. Our tits were melded into our embrace and were rubbing each others nipples. I pulled back and looked her in the eye.

“Are you sure that you want to do this? Once we cross this line, we can never cross back. I want to more than anything but I want to make sure that this is what you want.”

“I have waited for this day for years now, mama; I want to touch you and taste you and feel you inside me. I want to become your lover and you mine. Please show me the way a woman is supposed to feel.”

With that, she pulled me back into another kiss. I reached between us and grabbed her right tit with my left hand and began pinching the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned into our kiss and my mind went reeling. I was finally going to get to taste this beautiful young lady and I was going to show her what I could do with a woman like her.

With the daiquiris long forgotten, I led her into the living room and down onto the bear skin rug that we had lying before the fireplace. I laid her down and looked into her big brown eyes filled with lust and leaned over and kissed her while my right hand moved down her body over her tits, stopping momentarily to brush over her hard nipples. When my hand reached the bottom of her stomach, her legs spread wide open for me to have access. I wasn’t about to rush this and resisted the temptation to plow straight into her cunt. I gently rubbed my fingertips over her body and inner thighs. I lightly scratched her inner thigh and behind her knees. This made her skin react in goose bumps and I slowly made my way up to her pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from her sex hole and wanted to dig right in, but made myself behave. I wasn’t sure if she had ever been with another woman or not, but I was going to make this first experience with me, a memorable one.

I moved and kissed down her neck and sucked on her ear lobes while whispering in her ear. “Miss Katrina, you are so lovely and I have waited a long time for this opportunity. I am going to make love to you like you have never been made love to before. I want to show you all that I know and teach you all I can. I love to make love to women and I want to make you feel as special as I possibly can. You are one of the most special girls in all of our lives and I want to show you what I mean. If ever you cannot take anymore or don’t like what I am doing, just say the word and I will stop.”

“Oh mama, I have wanted this for so long. I used to hear you and Dirk making love when we were teenagers and Nikki would fall asleep. It would be so quiet in the house and I would follow the sounds upstairs to your bedroom. I used to masturbate outside of your bedroom door almost every night I spent the night. You and Uncle Dirk always made me hot. The way you two would talk around us teenagers and act like you were so in love all of the time. Your sex sounds turned me on so badly that I would have to finger my hot little cunt right outside your bedroom. I can’t wait to feel you make love to me, please don’t stop. There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you mama.”

This made my heart swell, my cunt flow and my nipples rise. I moved down from her neck and took one of her erect nipples into my mouth and sucked on it softly and then grabbed it with my teeth and began bearing down. I gazed into her brown eyes with my sultry green eyes and began putting more pressure onto her nipple. I gradually got harder with just her nipple hanging out from between my teeth. I bit down until she squealed with lust and then I went to the other nipple. As I took her other nipple in between my teeth I reached down and slid a finger between her lips and slid into her hot little pussy and brushed my finger over her hard little clit. She gasped between the feeling between her legs and me biting her nipple. I rubbed her hard little clit in circles slowly and deliberately. She began to moan out as I orchestrated her every move with my finger. I quickly spread her lips apart with my other fingers and thumb and slipped two fingers inside her dripping wet little cunt. She was tight and hot. I would not be able to get enough of this hot little cunt. I was going to have to make her a habit. She was so slick with juices and I felt her temperature rising. She began lifting her hips and meeting every one of my thrusts. I could not wait to taste her juices. I brought my fingers out of her cunt and as she moaned in protest, I put the pussy soaked fingers into my mouth and licked every drop of her juices from them. She tasted sweet and salty and musky and sexy. I would have to feast on that pussy later.

She was writhing in my arms and trying to hump my thigh with her horny little twat. I reached down and shoved three fingers deep inside of her Bayan escort Ankara and when I curled my fingers into her g-spot, she trembled and cried out. I began thrusting harder and deeper with every stroke and sucked her nipples into my mouth as I finger fucked her hot little cunt. She was so wet and so hot I could hardly stand it. She felt so right wrapped in my arms with my fingers sliding in and out of her tight little cunt. I began rubbing her clit with my thumb and sucking on her neck. I could feel the ministrations coming from her hot little hole. I wanted to make her feel better than anyone else has ever made her feel. I wanted to show her what a woman can do to another woman. Her cunt was so slippery that I was able to slide a third finger inside of her and begin fucking her like a whore with my fingers. She moaned and met every stroke with a thrust of her hips. She met every one of my thrusts and began screaming out in ecstasy.

“Oh Trina, you feel so good sliding on my fingers. I want you to cum for be darling. I want you to cum for your mama. You are so hot and I want to feel your cunt muscles clamp down on my fingers. C’mon sweetheart I want to make you feel like a woman and I want you to release all of that tension built up in you. I want to be your release!”

“Oh Mama, you feel so good inside of me. Your fingers fill me up and make me feel all special inside. Please don’t stop, ever! I have wanted this for longer than you can imagine. Please make me cum like a whore. I want to be your sex slave this week; I want to be your lover.”

My mind was reeling at her words and my fingers were amazed at the juices flowing from her hot little twat. She was amazing and I was going to make this last as long as I could. I wanted for her to forget about the infidelity of her husband and let me fill that void that was left inside of her. I wanted to be her savior. I wanted to be the one to enter her dreams at night and cause the smile on her face when she thought back to her time here.

Her pussy was as tight as I had encountered in a while and it felt good to stretch those walls and feel her body react to my thrusting. I looked into her big brown eyes and saw admiration and lust. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth and bit down as she raised her hips to meet my strokes. She could hardly keep her eyes open through the build up of the orgasm to come. I circled her clit with my thumb and wiggled the tips of my fingers against her spot. That was all she needed. When her cunt muscles tightened down on my fingers, I wiggled faster and felt the rush of juices fill my hand as she screamed out in ecstasy.

“Oh god, Mama, make me cum. I love the way you make me feel, please don’t stop. You make me feel like a new woman. I never knew it could be like this! Oh…god…yes…that’s…it!”

She exploded into an orgasm so intense that she almost pushed my fingers from her hole. I bit down harder on her nipple and she squealed. I leaned up a little and got a better position with more leverage and entered my fourth finger inside her slippery canal. She was soaked and building up to another orgasm quickly. I was still thumbing her clit and feeling it get harder just like a little cock. I couldn’t wait to take the clit into my mouth and suck on it like it was a cock. Trina reacted to my touches just like I thought she would. That made my chest swell with pride that I could do these things to her body and make her feel good. Dirk would be proud of me.

I could feel her muscles clamping down in a pre-orgasm sense and I wanted to send her over the edge into an orgasmic bliss. I leaned over her and took her mouth in a deep kiss full of passion. Her tongue skimmed over my front teeth and into my mouth to dance around with my tongue. She kissed with a need that I had not experienced for quite some time. I wanted to build her to her release, even more. She reached up and began pinching my pierced nipple and that took me to a place that I hadn’t been for quite a while. The newness of her touch made me shiver. In the back of my mind I thought about what it would be like to feel her touch my pussy.

My strokes got faster, deeper and closer to her orgasm. She was holding back for some reason and I was not going to let this opportunity slip by. With my new found leverage, I used my entire arm to fuck her cunt with my four fingers. I neglected her clit for a minute and just worked on her g-spot. The reward of that neglect came sooner than I thought it would. Her juices came squirting out and filled the palm of my hand. Her muscles were contracting on my fingers and that made me thrust harder into her tight spasming cunt. Just as she hit the roof of her orgasm, I began thumbing her clit again and took her a little higher. I leaned back over and took a nipple into my mouth and bit down hard and direct. She squirted another flood of juices into my hand and screamed out. I wanted to get one more out of her before I let her down from this orgasmic plane. I took my fingers out of her spasming cunt and used my entire hand to frig her clit. My hand was moving a mile a minute and she was gasping for air. She lifted her hips up and held that position while my hand was moving swiftly over her clit. She sprayed a stream of juices all over my hand and that bearskin rug. There was going to be a definite wet spot on this rug. Wouldn’t be the first time and it won’t be the last.

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Dear readers,

I submitted this a while ago but I should’ve waited – it needed work. Now I found some time and corrected some of the glaring errors that bothered me. I’m sure you’ll like this version better!

-Nathan

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I’ve been straight my whole life. I’ve had plenty of girlfriends and have enjoyed all the pleasures a female body offers. I still consider myself straight.

I have always loved blowjobs. Oral porn was my favorite. I loved any flick where the chick made the guy cum in her mouth. Facials were great but through experience I’d learned that cumming in a girl’s mouth while she kept sucking was as close to fucking as you could get. That sensitive feeling in the cock head that occurs by continuing to stimulate the head after cumming? That almost-painful yet so exquisitely sweet feeling that makes you pant like a dog and try to pull out. For some men, it’s too much. For me, it’s the best feeling ever.

Watching videos of girls sucking thick hard cocks and making cum shoot in glorious spurts became such a focus that I began to seek out and fast forward to those scenes. I’d imagine those lips around my cock as I jacked myself off and edged myself.

I became so fascinated with blowjobs that, in my late teens, I began to fantasize about sucking a cock. At first it was through MMF videos. Two men fucking some chick – one fucking her mouth and the other fucking her pussy. Then I found videos where one guy was sixtynining the chick and his buddy started fucking her. The guy licked her pussy and then licked the other guys balls. Oh man! So fucking hot! Then his cock slipped out of her wet pussy and into the bottom guys mouth. I came buckets.

After that, I went to a porn shop a couple of towns over and bought a couple DVDs of dudes giving blowjobs. I memorized them over the years -even after I got married. After the internet happened? Fuck. I watched all kinds of porn but came about sixty percent of the time to some dude swallowing cock, getting facefucked, or eating cum. I was hooked.

But this was only fantasy. I told my wife and she played along reluctantly but that faded as the years passed. One day I got up the nerve and placed an ad on Craigslist. I got a few answers and finally agreed to meet up with a guy.

John said he was also married and curious about sucking cock. I was able to host him in my office. Neither of us was in great shape but we were both reasonably attractive. We met up privately, smiled awkwardly and stripped. I walked up to him, reached out, and I finally held another man’s penis in my hand. It was small and soft — about two and a half inches. I kept squeezing it in my hand, feeling the texture – comparing it to the feeling of my own cock in my hand. John did the same to my cock. I felt him start to get hard and decided to take the plunge. I wanted to suck a cock and I wanted to suck a soft cock and feel it get hard.

I dropped to my knees in front of John and leaned in to smell his penis and pubic region. It smelled faintly of soap. I rubbed by nose into his crotch and moved it around his penis. After his floppy dick ran over my face, I slid down and licked the top of the head, up his dick until I hit his root. I looked up into his eyes. I recognized his expression as he looked down at me. It was so strange being on my knees with a cock in my hand. It was so exciting though.

I backed up, wrapped my tongue under the head and slid a man’s penis into my mouth. I finally had a penis in my mouth. A PENIS IN MY MOUTH. I was sucking a cock!

I closed my mouth around it and pulled my head back. John Inhaled as his dick stretched through my tight lips until the head slid out. John’s cock was more that half staff now and about five and a half inches long. I opened my mouth and swallowed as much as a could before clamping my lips tight again. Then I tried to push even more of his cock into my mouth. I got most of it in and tried to resist the gag reflex.

John gasped “Ohhhh, Jesus! I thought you’d never sucked a cock before…”

I felt both proud and ashamed. I looked up to him and slid my tight lips off his cock. “I haven’t…This is my first.” I whispered hoarsely.

I moved down and licked his balls. I know that balls aren’t as delicate as girls may think and dove in with my tongue and pushed one ball and then the next. I reached up and slowly slid my hand down and up his cock as I sucked one ball into my mouth.

I felt John tense up “- Easy!..” he whispered nervously. I let his ball slip from my mouth and sucked his other one in to replace the first. I pulled away slowly, rubbing his trapped ball with my tongue while jerking his six-inch shaft. I moved in closer and fished for the first ball again. I wanted to cram them both into my mouth. Was this possible? Yes. Yes it was, I discovered.

With my mouth full of his scrotum, I began to massage his testicles with my tongue as I pulled away from him gently. John moaned and put his hands on my head guiding my mouth back Ankara escort in close. I let him lead and moved in and allowed his balls to slip wetly out of my mouth. I licked his shaft up to the head and slid my lips down his cock. I was shocked to discover just how soft his cockhead was. God! It felt so goddamned good in my mouth.

I slid up with my lips clamped tight and then slid back down. I did this again and again. The shaft felt so hard while the skin was so soft. The cock head was like one big nipple made for me to suck on.

I did just that. I sucked on his cock head and slid my hand up and down his wet cock. I was loving the feel of this cockhead in my mouth. I was like a baby with a pacifier. My hands slid up and down and I sucked and licked the fat rimmed cockhead. I looked up at John and again felt both excited and kind of dirty. I was on my knees sucking a strange man’s hard dick!

John began to push my head to move in rhythm with my hand and I allowed this. I bobbed my head together with my hand and slowly began to pick up speed. I realized that there was a different flavor and wondered briefly if he’d cum in my mouth. I didn’t really like it but it passed almost immediately. I kept bobbing and realized offhandedly that it was probably precum.

I’d fantasized many times about sucking cock and swallowing thick globs of cum. Now, with the slightly salty acrid flavor of the precum, I began to have second thoughts. Did I really want a man’s sperm — his bodily fluid — in my mouth? That was so fucking gay. And kinda gross too. And yet, I kept bobbing. This reality of a hard penis sliding in and out of my mouth was something I’d fantasized about too many times. I was really enjoying it. I’d deal with the cum later…

John had both hands on my head and pulled my head tighter to his crotch with each stroke. I felt his cock continually hitting the back of my throat. Each bump caused me to retch slightly. It was not unpleasant though. I’d done this in my mind so many times. John pulled on each downstroke and I heard myself making those blowjob sounds I’d only heard in pornos. I was being used. My mouth and throat were John’s to use. I was a cocksucker! My cock hardened.

“Agluh, agluh, agluh, agluh…” was the sound of me gagging on his cock as John forced his wet cock repeatedly into my mouth. His penis was slippery with my thick slobber and spit and probably his precum. I found that I had one hand on his ass — to simply hold on. The other was still gently fondling his balls. I felt the thick drool running off his cock and over his balls and my hand. It was so dirty and messy. I was so excited to finally be sucking a cock – no – I was getting facefucked! I was letting a man slam his hard cock into my mouth repeatedly! And I was loving it!

John pushed faster and began to basically shake my head around his cock. I looked up at him hoping to look in his eyes. All I could see was pubic hair and belly. Even that was blurry due to the speed of his hands on my head.

“Jesusah, jesusjesusjesus ohgodohgodyes yes yes YES Fucking Yeyes!” John yelled and — just like that – I felt cum in my mouth.

I though I’d feel spurts or shots.

I didn’t.

My mouth was suddenly filled with cum and it was getting pushed out by his cock. I thought I would swallow it but suddenly I was grossed out by the fluid and let it slide out around his cock.

John pulled out and began to jack his cock furiously in my face. I was panting and could feel cum and saliva dripping from my chin and only my legs.

It was so interesting to see his fist furiously surrounding his cockhead just inches from my face. A last cum stream and then another shot out onto my cheek and mustache. Surprised at first, I committed to memory the spurts and the warm feeling as they splatted on my face.

John was panting too and still held the back of my head — really a handful of hair – with one hand. He let his cock go and it sat in front of my face, shiny, wet, and pulsing as it started drooping.

I had to have it soften in my mouth – it was always a fantasy of mine. I opened my mouth and swallowed John’s cock to the hilt. It was softer than before and yet it seemed just as long. It was initially slightly cold due to the cum and saliva. I closed my eyes as John sighed and swore again. I literally sucked his softening cock for another five minutes till John politely pried me off. “I’m good, man. Sorry.”

I looked up at him as he moved away and began to get dressed.

“That…” John said. “That was fucking awesome.” He shook his head and pulled his shirt on. “First time? Really?”

I laughed and shook my head as I watched him tuck his floppy cock into his underwear. “You, my friend, are a pro.”

John was putting on his shoes. “We need to do this again. Maybe…ahh…you let me suck you, huh?

I was hoping he’d return the favor and suck me too. That was kinda what we’d agreed to. My disappointment must’ve shown. “Right now… you know… I can’t. You know… just came…”

I Ankara escort bayan told him I got it. After I cum I lose that desire too.

John left and I jacked off and shot a crazy load – which I licked off my hand and swallowed pretending it was John’s. I promised myself I wouldn’t chicken out next time. I’d swallow all of his cum. I’d swish it in my mouth. I’d play with it.

After that, John and I met semi-regularly. Mostly I’d suck him off although he did give me quite a few awesome blowjobs. I did eat his sperm. I played with it in my mouth. I licked it off of my hands.

I eventually told him things I’d always wanted to try. I wanted to sit against a wall and be facefucked and I wanted to lie on a bed, on my back and be facefucked. I wanted to try to suck him and make him cum quickly with coordinated hands and mouth so I could keep sucking him until he got hard and make him cum again. I wanted him to cum on my face. I wanted him to shoot a load down my throat. Once after he shot a surprising load all over my face, I told him I needed more cocks. “Bring me your friends and I’ll suck them too!” I blurted out in a moment of passion.

John obliged and did fuck my throat. He did shoot his cum down my throat one time as he held my head pressed tight against his crotch. I had him film some of these moments with my own phone and often jacked off to the videos. I loved the various cumshots. I loved to see myself throat fucked. I was a cocksucker. I was a cum whore. I loved it.

After about a year of us sucking each other – or, in reality, mostly me sucking him, we met for “an appointment” as we’d refer to our meetings. As usual, I get there first and stripped. I got his text and he said he’d “be there in 5”. I got on my knees, played with my cock lightly, and waited to receive my cock to suck.

John came in and stripped. His cock was already hard.

“You ready to suck some cock, cocksucker?” John said as he wasted no time, walked over to me, and slid his cock into my mouth.

John had gotten into the habit over the past months of calling me “cocksucker” or “his cocksucker”. I didn’t mind it at all because, after all, I was a cocksucker. If calling me that excited him, what did I care. Plus, he sucked me too and there was some irony there.

John put his hands on my head and started fucking my mouth right away. I could now easily take him without gagging. He pulled out and ran his slobbery cock all over my face and began to beat me with it. This wasn’t new. We’d gotten to understand what we liked over the past months. I loved anything to do with a penis on my face or in my mouth. I loved his balls. I learned to enjoy cum and played with it when he cam in my mouth. I let him use me like that.

“You like to suck cock, don’t you?” John said as he slapped his hard dick on my tongue and face. Whapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhap was the sexy sound it made.

John rubbed his balls on my face and I eagerly licked them and sucked them into my mouth. “Yeah, you like my balls, doncha? You like their cum. You like when I cum in your mouth? You like to eat cum, doncha cocksucker?” “Are you my cocksucker? Huh?” He pushed his dick back into my mouth and pulled my head to his pubic hair.

I slid off, grabbed his cock and began to jerk it. “Yes! Yes, I love your cock. I love your big thick cock. (Everyone loves to hear how their cock is big and thick). I love your cum. I love it when you cum in my mouth. I want your cum!” And I swallowed his cock to the base and savored the feeling. Then I slid up and down again with tight lips. I was quite a good cocksucker by now and knew exactly what John liked. I rotated my head and slid down and up keeping my lips tight against the hard shaft. I had become a true cocksucker. I really did enjoy it.

Wet, sloppy sounds of me sucking his cock filled the room.

“You fucking cocksucker! Oh God! You love cock. You want to suck me and swallow my cum? Then you want to suck more cocks, huh? Doncha? Don’t you want to suck some big fat cocks? You want to swallow some more tasty cum, huh?”

John continued as I slurped his penis greedily into my throat. Knowing he’d cum soon and yet afraid to make it happen so fast. John know that this talk of sucking cocks would drive me wild – it always did.

“Oh god! You- fuck yeah. Soooo gooood! God you want me to cum so you can suck some more cock? You want my cum so you can suck some black cock? Suck some big black cock? Oh god -yes! Sucker! Fucking suhhhhk!…”

I wasn’t really listening, but I did hear him. I did want to suck a big dick. I dark skinned cock would be cool too. Kinda taboo, I guess. At that moment, I thought, I’d suck off a group of guys!

John tried to talk but instead pulled my head to him and shot cum down my throat. I could feel the cum pulse once or twice through his dick. The pulsing coincided with his ragged panting.

John didn’t shoot his whole load down my throat. He surprised me by immediately pulling me back off him leaving a thick streamers of Escort Ankara spit and cum attached to his cock from my mouth. He began to pump his cock with his fist. After a brief pause, thick spurts of cum shot across my face as John came violently.

Slowing his fist and letting go of my hair, John panted and stepped back.

“Bet you still want this cock, doncha. Bet you’d like even more cum, wouldn’t ya?”

“Yeah John, I want to suck more. I want more cum. Let me suck you again. Give me more. I need more cock! Let me make you hard again.” I said truthfully. I knew he liked to hear that and repeated what I’d told him many times before.

“Well, suck this then!” said a voice behind me.

I literally jumped back and cringed, shocked beyond belief. Since I was on my knees, I literally fell over on my stomach and instinctually rolled to my side.

“Whatthefuck!” I yelled.

Behind me was a man. Nude. And waving his long floppy dick at me.

And looked up at the man. “Whatthefuck? Who…”

I glanced up at John. John was laughing and flashing his palms at me — I guess to show me all was well.. Between laughs he said “Calm down, calm down. You said you wanted more cocks and more cum? Didn’t you? I brought you both. This guy came here with me. I told them that you’re a straight dude but love to suck cocks. He didn’t believe me. I told him to come and watch. I told him you’d blow him. You always said you wanted to suck another guy too!

He watched you suck me off just now. Don’t be fucking shy. You’ve got my cum all over your face. You were just beggin for another cock — for a black cock! Go on and suck’im off!”

The guy was grinning. His hands were up in front of him too. He stepped closer and flopped his penis at me. “John told me you suck him pretty good and that you wanted another cock or two. Well, here you go.” He stuck his cock on my face.

After a moment of stunned pause. I laughed a bit and looked up at him and then John. “Scared the living shit outta me, man.”

“Sorry dude” he said. John laughed and apologized too.

“So…John said you’d suck me off, that’s all. You gonna do it?”.

I laughed, feeling my heart slow down a bit after that scare.

I looked at this guy’s cock. It was right in front of my face. It was a dark brown — almost black — darker than the man’s skin which was much lighter. It was pretty big too – pretty thick and long. He was still flopping it up and down. His balls wee large and hung low in his scrotum.

I looked up at John, smiled, and muttered “you fucker…”.

Then I reached up and grabbed his cock. It was semi soft, about two inches wide and about six inches long. It felt so warm in my hand. It felt awesome — almost like holding a dick for the first time. It filled my palm ad the head was covered by foreskin. He was uncut. Wow. John was right; this was a fantasy of mine.

“What a nice cock” I said out loud but to myself. “What a great fuckin cock…”

“You wait, man. It gets nicer” he said.

I rubbed it along my cheeks and across my face. I smelled it and slid my face to his pubic hair and took in his musk. I felt my lust returning.

As I dragged it across my face, I let it pull across my lips. They parted and got a faint taste. I dipped my head to lick the balls and was surprised by their size.

“Holy shit!” I whispered. They were easily twice the size as mine or John’s balls — which were pretty similar. I licked them and began to stroke the fat shaft. I sucked one ball and was able to gently fit it into my mouth.

The man moaned. I looked up in his eyes. I felt his cock grow in my hand. I pulled my head up until the ball plopped free.

I looked up at the man and then at John.

“Suck it, cocksucker!” he said with a smirk.

I turned back to the cock and licked the skin hanging tightly around the head. It was gorgeous.

“Suck it, cocksucker” he’d said and I’d obeyed. I was commanded to suck an unknown man’s penis into my mouth and I did it. What a fucking slut. I was sucking a black cock. I was going to eat his cum! My cock stiffened.

The head was large and spongy beneath the pointy skin. I licked around the whole ridge before taking the head into my mouth.

The man exhaled.

I ran my tongue over it inside my mouth and savored the texture of the skin. I slid my mouth off it and tried to stick my tongue into the hole of the hanging skin. I held the shaft and was able to penetrate the foreskin with my tongue. I moved my tongue up into the skin and swirled it around the tip of his cock head. I pulled off and stared at it as I jacked him off. His taught penis head peeking out of the tip regularly now.

The cock was now about eight inches long and still about two inches thick. The head was pronounced and the ridge was thicker than the shaft. This was a cock to bring a woman to orgasm. What a fuckin cock!

I slid the foreskin down and licked the whole head and ridge again. The man shivered. I sucked it his dick into my mouth. I slid my head down to take more. I was able to get maybe two inches past the head into my mouth. I marked this line with my fist and pulled off. I looked at this great cock. I’d gotten about half of this monster in my mouth.

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He sat on the edge of the hotel bed waiting. The email he received earlier had just said “this time your hard-on will not be wasted on your own on the motorway, but will be put to good use. Be ready for me at 8”.

It was 8.12 and he was getting twitchy; had she changed her mind?

There was a knock at the door and he stood up breathing a small sigh of relief. He opened the door and there she was, wearing a fitted summer dress which showed off her cleavage. At first glance she looked so small and innocent, but the look in her eyes was anything but as she drank in how he looked, without speaking.

The anticipation and chemistry between them was palpable. She smiled shyly at him and only then did he notice what she was holding. In one hand was a large weekend bag, and in the other was a bucket of ice from the bar downstairs.

‘Sorry I’m a bit late…’ she said holding up the bucket of ice as an explanation. She stepped forward, put the bag and bucket down inside the room. She closed the door with her foot, slid her fingers into the waistband of his trousers and pulled him to her, standing on tip-toes to reach his lips. She felt him groan into her mouth as he pulled her hard into her arms, his hands running down her back, cupping her arse to press her against his growing cock as they kissed deeply. She kissed him hungrily; he tasted just as good as she’d remembered and his lips were so soft she had to suck them gently. Their tongues danced furiously in each other’s mouths; her fingers pulling his hair, pushing his lips harder onto hers. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his hard cock through his jeans rubbing on her incredibly sensitive clit as one of her legs wrapped around his back automatically.

She pulled away quickly panting and laughed breathlessly,

‘If we keep doing that, we’ll never get onto what I have planned for you…go to the bathroom, turn on the water so it fills the bath slowly, and kneel in front of it and wait for me’

He wasn’t used to being told what to do, and was about to make a remark, when he saw the desire and darkness in her eyes. So he just nodded and walked away from her and into the bathroom. The hotel tub was large and white; he turned on the small light above the sink, turned off the main light, took his shoes and socks off, and put a towel on the floor to kneel on after turning the hot water on to run very slowly. His erection pressed hard against his trousers and he moved in discomfort focussing on the feeling of his cock desperate for freedom, replaying the last few Ankara escort minutes in his head. They may have only kissed, but it was a kiss that promised so much from the night. He was excited.

And then he heard a noise and looked towards the door. She was stood in the doorway looking at him, her normally light green eyes dark with need, her lips parted slightly, swollen from their searing kisses. She was wearing a sheer pink bra and he could see her small hard nipples pressing against the fabric. His eyes slowly moved down her stomach and landed on the triangle between her legs. Her pants were of the same sheer material and he imagined what it would be like to suck her clit through them so she came fast and hard, screaming…

She watched him drink in the sight of her and smiled as she walked forward, her bare feet making no sound as she moved across the room. She knew he was imaging his mouth on her and his probably quite uncomfortably hard cock in any hole he could get to.

He was just going to have to wait a little longer for his release.

He reached out to touch her but she took his hand and moved it away from her shaking her head.

‘Just watch’. ‘I want you to see how wet I get when I touch myself and think about what you could do to me. I want you so close to my pussy you can smell me. I want you to watch as just the thought of you makes me come.’

The fingertips of her right hand gently traced down her jaw and neck, lightly brushing over her collar bone, slowly stroking down over her breasts. As her hand brushed over the top of her left breast he watched as her nipple grew even harder, straining against her bra. She then slipped her hand inside releasing her breast and pushing it up and out. She moaned softly as she kneaded it and it became harder and more swollen in her hand, pinching the hard pink nipple between her thumb and finger. As her nipple responded he watched as she parted her legs slightly. He could see already how wet she was and could smell how turned on thinking about him made her. He raised his eyes in time to see her sucking her fingers and using the wet tips to make her nipples even harder. He heard a small cry from the back of her throat as she pinched them so hard it hurt. As she did that he saw her get even wetter. Her eyes were closed and he knew she was thinking about his rough hands rolling her nipples between his fingers, his hot mouth on them and then his cool breath blowing on them, making them tingle and hard. She groaned and she imagined crying out from his touch. He watched Ankara escort bayan hungrily as her hand slid down her stomach and rested on top of her pants. She opened her eyes and looked at him,

‘I know you must be uncomfortable, but remember what I said about delayed gratification…?’

And as she spoke, she dropped her pants to the floor, moved forward slightly and lifted her right foot onto the edge of the bath and slid her fingers into the wet folds of her pussy. His mouth and nose were now inches away from her and he could see her pussy glisten with how wet it was, and even though he knew he couldn’t touch, he blew gently across her clit and watched as her legs trembled and she took a sharp breath.

She tapped his nose as a gentle reprimand, smiling, and slid one, then two fingers, into her swollen soaking pussy. She slowly brushed over her clit in small soft circles as she slid her fingers in and out of herself. She pulled her fingers out dripping with her juices, and slid them over her hot, sensitive, clit and then pushed them back inside, finger fucking herselfhard. As her fingers drove into her pussy again and again he watched her as she started to lose control. He could hear the sound of her fingers sliding in and out of herself she was so wet, and he knew she was close to coming as he watched the colour rise up her chest and a thin sheen of sweat break out on her forehead.

As she moaned he watched her and knew he was going to use his cock to make her feel like this again tonight, and he was going to make her scream his name. He wanted to bury his mouth in her wet pussy and taste her, lap up her juices; he could see she was so wet she might even be able to take his fist…

His distraction by that thought stopped suddenly as he watched the orgasm rip through her as she cried out and slowly dropped to the floor, her body shaking, her clit and pussy twitching and pulsating over and over. He could smell the heavy scent of sex around her and he drank in the sight of her, his own discomfort momentarily forgotten. But quickly it became too hard to ignore.

She looked at him, dipped her fingers into her pussy then sucked them, leaning forward to kiss him so he could taste her on his lips. He could smell and taste her sweet, earthy juices all around him. She gently caressed the side of his cheek, stroking it and leant over to turn the bath water off and let a little out. She quickly undressed him, releasing his painfully hard cock from his trousers. She knew he needed her to be quick and firm. Before Escort Ankara he knew it he was in the warm bath, his erection poking up, the water lapping at it. Stood outside the bath, she undid her bra and dropped it down in front of her.

‘Close your eyes’ she ordered ‘no peeking!’

He did as he was told, he knew he had to or she’d make him wait even longer. He heard the gentle padding of her footsteps walking out of the room, but quickly they were back.

‘Keep them closed!’

And as she said that he felt the water move around him as she climbed into the tub and kneeled between his legs. He heard the water lapping and the felt a warm sponge sliding down his throat and over his chest, warm water rolling over his nipples. Then as the sponge moved over and down his sides he hissed through his teeth as something ice cold touched his nipple.

It wasn’t ice; it was her mouth which had been holding one of the ice cubes to make it cold. It was now holding his hard nipple, and her cold lips and tongue, mixed with her hot breath, sucked and lapped and grazed it with her teeth. He kept his eyes closed, savouring the sensation of hot and cold, the soft sponge and her hard teeth, but it was almost pushing him over the edge. Then suddenly as her fingers took over the stroking and pinching of his nipples, his eyes opened as he felt her hot mouth slide over the head of his cock. He heard her moan with pleasure, his cock so hard and salty. Her mouth pushed down firmly, her fingers wrapped round the base moving in time with her mouth. Her tongue swirling round the end and then moving back down harder and faster, pulling his cock so deeply into her mouth that she could feel him at the back of her throat.

She twisted her head from side to side in small circles, moving her tight fist in the opposite direction. She moaned and looked up at him as he pushed his hips up, so she can take all his cock in her mouth. He reached round and took her hair in his fist, trapping her hot hungry mouth against him, thrusting harder and faster into her mouth, fucking it deeper making her take every last part of him, his balls slapping against her with the speed of his thrusts.

She could feel his balls hardening under her and so he reaches up and pinches one of his hard nipples as she took his cock in one final deep thrust, her teeth bared. It took him over the edge. He held her head firm with his cock deep in her mouth, his come pumping into her throat, hot and salty, more and more. Eventually when he was done, he let go of her hair and she gently licked his cock clean, it twitching when her tongue brushed over the tip.

She kneeled back up and kissed him deeply, both their tastes in their mouths.

‘And I’ve hardly started what I have planned for you tonight.’

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By this point, it was pretty clear what the roles between Mr. Stanton and I was. He was my dominant daddy, and I was his submissive boy. Something about him made me lose all reasoning, and give myself to him. I found that throughout my days, I would imagine his hard cock, and realize that my dick was getting aroused inside my pants. I was ready to give myself to him at anytime. And Mr. Stanton was going to test that..

Our next encounter was not long after the pool run in we had. As I stated before, my bedroom was facing towards his house, so I had a clear view of his house. One night, I was in my house, getting ready for bed. I had told my parents goodnight as they went their way to watch some tv in their bed before falling asleep. I go to my room and shut the door. As I look up and out the window, I see Mr. Stanton standing in his shed again, the same as before when I took my shower in front of him. Only this time, he wants me to see him. He gives me a wave and starts walking towards my window. My heart pounds, as my daddy gets up to my window and beckons me to open it.

Completely obeying it, with my stomach in my chest, I walk towards and window and begin unlatching it. The house is old, and I’m so nervous that when I open the window, it will be loud enough for my parents to hear. Our bedrooms are side by side, with windows both facing Mr. Stanton’s house. But I’m in the moment, and my best judgments eludes me.

I open the window and stick my head out. “Hey boy, how are you this evening?” Mr Stanton ask.

“I see your parents went to bed. Little tv before bed?”

“Yes sir, they jus”

“What did I tell you to call me boy?” Mr Stanton cuts me off.

“Sorry.. daddy. My parents went to bed a few minutes ago to watch some shows.” I get out.

“Hm lucky for them . You know, I’m really tired too, and wish I could get to bed. But I can’t you see, I ‘ve got a problem tonight. You know what that is son?” Mr Stanton ask me.

“No daddy, I don’t know… What is it?” I shyly ask.

“It seems I can’t stop thinking about your tight little ass boy. ” He says as he grabs for his cock. In the moonlight I can see he’s already got a semi hard dick. “For the past few nights, all I’ve been able to think about was fucking your tight little ass. You do have a tight little ass too. Do you want to see it son? Do you want to see this problem you’ve given your daddy?”

“Yes daddy, I do.” I can feel myself giving into to him with each passing moment.

He undoes his zipper and button and reaches into his shorts. In one motion, he pulls out his semi hard dick. It still looks enormous.

“What do you think boy?” He ask stroking his cock. “Do you think you can help your daddy out with this tonight? Why don’t you climb out your window and take care of this right now for your daddy.”

I Ankara bayan escort have a moments hesitation, then something takes over.

“Ok daddy.” I say as I begin to slide out of my window.

I land in front of him, with my back to my window. I look up and see my parents window with the tv still on. OH God, I think. My parents are still awake, I can even hear them talking. Mr. Stanton grabs my chin and turns me back to him.

“Don’t you worry about them, I’m the only thing you need to worry about – your daddy, and how you’re going to help him with his problem.”

With his hand controlling me on the back of my neck, he guides me to my knees. Holding me there with his strong grip, he points his fully erect cock at me, teasing me with it.

“You want to taste daddy’s dick boy? Tell daddy you want his dick.”

“Daddy, give me your dick please” I let out

“I’m going to need some more enthusiasm then that boy. It’d be a shame for me to reach over and knock on your parents window. They’d open it to see you out here about to suck some older dick.

Now tell daddy how bad you want this cock”

He had me again.

“Daddy please don’t do that. I’ll do whatever it takes. Feed me your cock daddy I want it all. Its all I’ve been dreaming of. I need your cock daddy.”

With that I opened my mouth as wide as I could inviting him in.

“Good boy” Mr. Stanton says as he guides his cock to my mouth. With both his hands, he guides my mouth over his cock. I take it in and out to the tip, slowly. I use my tongue to lick the underside of his shaft and head as he guides it in my mouth. I vary the strength of my sucking to give daddy the best pleasure I can with my mouth. He pushes my head down harder, making me go deeper on his cock. He holds me there for a second, making my throat close around the head of his cock. With a slight moan, he pulls his cock out of my mouth a little ways, but never all the way, and then back down my throat. Each time with more pressure applied. I go a little deeper on his shaft each time, gagging more. His cock is covered in my spit and slippery to the touch. Finally, with one more push, he shoves all of his 8 ½ inch cock in my mouth and holds me there, with my nose pressed against his belly. My throat gags around his shaft, and he pulls his cock from my throat. As he pulls out I grab his dick and begin jerking it off, looking up at him with spit running down my chin. His cock is as hard as I’ve ever felt it.

“Good job boy, now your throat is molded to daddy’s cock. We know it will fit.”

“Thank you daddy, for molding my throat for your cock.” I muster.

With that I put his cock back in my throat and take him all the way down with ease. I starting going form tip to base, sucking his full length. He begins to rock his hips back and Escort bayan Ankara forth, and then pushes me back so my head is against the brick of the house. With that he grabs a hold of my parents window sill and starts to fuck my face. I’m scared he will touch the glass causing them to wake up, but I’m helplessly trapped with this cock impaling my throat over and over.

I can tell Mr. Stanton is about to cum, and I brace myself for his load in my throat. But right before he cums, he picks me up and turns me around leaning me against the house.

“You’re such a dirty little boy you know that.” He whispers in my ear as he rips down my boxers, exposing my ass to him. “Your real parents are feet away, but you are out here with your new daddy. Sucking his cock for him, begging for his cock aren’t you boy (Yes Daddy I moan out). Now, I’m going to make you mine for good. You ready for that little boy. I’m going to fuck your little ass right under your parents nose”.

He starts rubbing his sloppy cock between my ass checks and on my hole. I feel him running his hands over my ass, rubbing and poking my little button. He slowly slides one in, and out. Trying to loosen me up for him.

“You like that don’t you boy. You wish this was my cock don’t you” “

Yes daddy that’s so good but I want more.” I whisper out as I back my ass into him.

With that he puts in another finger, to spread me out more.

“Oh daddy, I love your fingers in me. But I want more daddy, please” I whisper as I reach back and grab his dick.

He bends me over again, and pulls my ass out. I reach back with my hand and spread one cheek giving him access to my ass. He spits down my crack and it runs down to my hole where he rubs it in with the head of his cock.

“After tonight, you’ll always be mine boy. I’m going to fuck you and breed your little hole tonight boy. I’m going to cum deep inside you” he tells me.

He reaches down and grabs my boxers, balls them up, and shoves them in my mouth.

“Better bite down on this boy”

I do as commanded and prepare to be entered.

I feel him put pressure on my ass, and slowly break through. Usually he stops and lets me adjust some, but this time he keeps pushing all the way in. The pain is there, but I don’t dare ask my daddy to stop. I let him go as he pleases. He shoves his cock all the way in. I feel his balls slap against my thighs.

“Hmm.. good boy” he moans in my ear as he pulls out, just to go back in.

I’m biting and moaning on my own boxers, as his cock continues to pound my little ass.

He reaches around and grabs my small flaccid cock and balls in my hand. As he’s fucking me still, he leans in to whisper in my ear.

“You know boy, I’ve seen your mom and dad fucking through this very window. And let me tell you boy, Bayan escort Ankara your mom is a little closet slut. Yeah want me to tell you about it? Mm I can see you do boy”

It was true, my dick was getting hard in his hand as he rolled it around. I didn’t know what was going on. I’m here being fucked by my daddy as he tells me about my own mom being a slut and it turns me on. What the hell.

” You better not cum boy, not until I tell you it’s okay. (I moan as he continues to fuck me.) I’ve seen your mom sucking your dad’s cock like a fucking champ. Oh yeah, hanging over the bed letting him face fuck her. And she’s got some great tits boy let me tell you! a killer body on your mom!”

It was true I knew. My mom was a former beauty queen, and she keeps up with her appearance even to this day. She had healthy pair of D cup boobs that always got my friends attention at the pool.

“I’ve watched your mommy ride your father’s cock for a hour once, bouncing up and down, letting those big beautiful tits go. The best part is boy, when he was done, she let him cum all over her face, it was covered. And then she licked all the dripping cum of his dick like a fucking whore! Boy, it was so hot” as he thrust his cock in my ass with force, causing me to whimper a little.

He still had my cock in his hand, jerking me off and I felt like I was going to cum soon.

“Don’t you cum yet boy. Do you think your mom would want to suck my cock too boy? I bet she’d love it, being the slut she is. With my cock, she’d probably beg for my cum, just like her little baby does now. What you think boy? Should I become your mommy’s new daddy too?”

All I can do is moan as he jerks my dick and fucks me. I’m in complete bliss, taken away by this moment.

“I could fuck both my little sluts at the same time. I’d love to have her sexy ass bouncing off my dick too. I bet she’d do it better than you boy. She’s a big time whore. I’d give her my seed over you boy, you don’t deserve it. I’d cum deep in your mommy’s tight ass. What would you think of that boy, if I fucked you both and gave my cum to your mommy’s ass?”

With that I could barely take anymore. I spit the boxers out of my mouth. “No daddy please, I want your cum in my ass. Please daddy breed me. I don’t want to share it. Shoot it deep inside me daddy please!”

He was fucking me harder now, and jerking my cock faster now. My ass was clenching tight. I was about to cum! I needed my daddy to tell me it was okay.

“Take all my cum boy. You cum now! cum Boy!”

With that, I stopped fighting and came. String of cum after string shot from my dick as my ass clenched around his dick going in and out of my ass. Daddy moaned when he drove deep inside me and I felt his cum explode onto the insides of my ass. And again, I feel daddy breeding my tight ass. He pumps a few more times into my ass before he pulls out.

I fall to the ground in exhaustion.

“Good boy, now you are mine. Come to my house in two days at 5 PM. I have a little surprise for you. Now get inside and stay out of trouble!”

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Over the course of several days, Amber and I grew more tactile. It began with her just gently brushing her fingertips against me whenever she passed close to me, and I quickly found myself returning the gesture. Whenever she would bring me coffee, my fingers would touch hers just a little longer than necessary as I accepted the mug from her. As we washed the dishes together, she stood directly beside me, our arms continually touching as I washed and she dried. And as we watched television or a DVD together, she would lean into me while I had an arm draped across her shoulders.

But best of all was the hugs. We hugged more frequently. We hugged when we first saw each other in the morning. We hugged when Amber left for school. We hugged when she returned home from school. We hugged before going to our separate beds. And each hug seemed to last longer than the previous hug.

Then, on a Friday night, after Amber had already said she was going to bed, I stood in the kitchen, contemplating whether to have some ice cream before going to bed myself, when I thought I saw something at the edge of my peripheral vision.

Amber stood in the doorway, wearing her robe and slippers. She stepped toward me, opening her arms, inviting me into her embrace…

Without a thought, I accepted.

We threatened to crush each other, and this hug was indeed the longest yet.

“I love you,” she finally whispered.

“And I love you,” I replied just as quietly, tightening my grasp even further and eliciting a soft whimper from her.

“I’ve secretly loved you for a long time, you know,” Amber admitted, her voice still quiet and respectful.

That did not surprise me, nor did the fact that I kissed her forehead.

Nor did the fact that Amber tilted her head upward and her lips met mine.

Our first kiss was sweet and romantic, slow and gentle. It was a kiss of acceptance, and it hinted at more. I inhaled Amber’s contented sigh, then returned it into her.

Our lips ultimately separated, but our hearts did not. Amber remained in my arms, planting little kisses upon my neck as she scratched gently along my spine. My growing arousal was evident between us, but she did not seem to mind.

“We should take this slowly,” I suggested respectfully as I stroked the back of her amber-maned head. “We can’t rush this if we really want it to last.”

“I know,” she agreed with a nod, resting her head against my shoulder. “I want to take this slowly, and I always knew that you would, too.”

As I held her, I felt rather protective of Amber. I wanted desperately to ensure she had everything she needed, and ideally also everything she wanted. I yearned to ensure her safety at all Ankara escort times, and to give her all the tools she needed to become whoever and whatever she wanted. I knew deep in my heart that I would fully support her 100% in any of her pursuits.

Yet, as I kissed her cheek, I also wanted to pick her up, carry her to my bed, and disrobe her. I wanted to touch her, kiss her, nibble her, lick her, finger her, taste her, then undress and ease myself inside her.

…but there would be time for that later.

An idea came to mind. “Tomorrow night,” I asked, “will you go out with me?”

“A date?” Amber’s eyes grew large, sparkling with eagerness.

“I date,” I confirmed with a smile.

I believe the teenage girls of today would say “Squee!!!” really loudly in this case. Whatever she said, it was not quite intelligible as “Squee!!!,” but was a close enough approximation that I knew Amber was thrilled with my suggestion.

*****

I waited patiently in the living room, reading the latest issue of Racer Magazine which had arrived in the day’s mail, when I felt Amber’s presence in the room. I turned toward the hallway, and was pleased to gaze upon such a wonderful vision of beauty and youth.

Amber had selected a tasteful mint-green blouse with a frilly collar, and the blouse was just thin enough to display a hint of the black bra she wore underneath it. The black pleated skirt worked quite well with the blouse, and the black satin choker with the embroidered red heart at the front of her throat seemed like a fitting touch. The low black shoes and mint-green socks completed her look quite nicely.

“You like as tasty as the mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer,” I joked… but it was not exactly a joke, given that I would have loved to taste her right then and there. Her laugh proved that Amber certainly recognized the double-entendre, and I had to laugh with her as I stood.

A heartbeat later, Amber was pressing herself to me as we kissed, our laughter fading away into loving silence. A few seconds later, she reluctantly stepped back.

“I guess we’re supposed to kiss at the end of the first date, not at the beginning.”

I laughed softly. “That’s just a convention, not a law.”

“Good.” Looking up at me, she beamed with a radiance I do not believe I had ever seen from her previously. It was clear that she was happy, excited, thrilled by our date.

“I may be forced to keep the guys away from you,” I joked with a wink, and she blushed just slightly.

I extended my hand to her, and Amber accepted.

The date had begun.

*****

It was a semi-typical date fitting of a high school student: dinner at Arby’s followed Ankara escort bayan by two games at the local bowling alley. I had not been bowling in at least five years, and it showed: I had a score of only 128 combined between the two games. On the other hand, Amber had clearly taken advantage of the bowling portion of her physical education in the spring semester, as she scored a respectable 175 in the first game and 214 in the second game.

No trip to a bowling alley can ever be complete without playing at least one video game, so we challenged each other to Ms. Pac-Man. It was nice to see that I had not lost my touch, making it to Level 18 and a score of over 225,000 points, clearly leaving Amber in my digital dust.

As we walked across the parking lot to the car, I had an idea. “Care to go for a drive?”

“Sure,” Amber agreed. From the lilt in her voice, she did not yet want to go home, and to be honest, neither did I.

Minutes later, we were headed north on the interstate. We soon left the city lights behind us, the interstate illuminated only by headlights and starlight. In time, I took an exit toward a childhood location, taking Amber down a long country road lined with tall trees.

“Where are we going?” she asked, the unknown clearly exciting her.

“Someplace where I used to spend a good amount of time when I was younger,” I said cryptically. “I think you’ll like it. Actually, we’re almost there.”

A few minutes later, I found the familiar decorative boulder and turned left onto a dirt road. The ride was bouncy, but five minutes later we had arrived.

It was a small lake surrounded by trees. Just above the tree line, the moon was beginning to rise, its pale orange glow really quite beautiful. I parked the car about twenty yards or so from the water’s edge, and we stepped out into the wonder of Nature.

“Where are we?” Amber asked in awe, her eyes wide as she drank in the natural surroundings.

“This is a place where I used to do a bit of camping as a Boy Scout,” I noted, meandering around the car toward my companion. “This is Old Farmer Joe’s place, and my old Boy Scout troop came here several times per year for campouts. The troop disbanded about ten years ago, and Old Farmer Joe died a few months ago, so I was fairly certain no one would be here to disturb us.”

I offered my hand, and my date accepted. Hand-in-hand, we crossed the tall grass toward the lake. The air was indeed chilly, but neither of us minded as we stood at the water’s edge, holding each other in the moonlight, the stars granting their approval as our lips met and our hearts beat as one.

I would have liked to have laid Amber down in the dewy grass, kissing Escort Ankara her and touching her until she was pleading for me to undress her. But it was definitely too cool for that. The air temperature would certainly have hardened her nipples upon exposure, but she probably would have been too uncomfortable to truly enjoy the experience.

In time, we meandered back to the car. Before I opened the door for her, however, I backed Amber against the passenger door, and for the first time, I placed a hand firmly upon her chest.

“That’s an unusual hand warmer,” she quipped. I took the hint, bringing my other hand to her chest. Gently, I squeezed her breasts as we kissed again, her arms around my shoulders, my arousal growing prominent between us.

“You guys are all the same,” Amber breathed, “always trying to feel a girl up!”

I smiled. “Not always,” I assured her quietly, squeezing a breast even harder in counterpoint.

“Well, I don’t care with you,” she whispered. “Feel me all night.”

It may not have been all night, but I did spend a long time touching her, kissing her, and rubbing myself against her. Never once did I try to get inside her clothes, but the foreplay was getting intense. We were both breathing hard, both becoming heady with deepening lust.

…and it only ended because the nighttime air became too cool.

With a noticeable reluctance, we separated, gazing at each other, breathing heavily, holding hands. But a few minutes later, we were back on the road, leaving the lake behind.

*****

The date officially ended with a kiss on the front porch. Once we were inside, however, Amber immediately proclaimed she was going to bed.

Maybe ten minutes later, as I was walking past her bedroom door, I heard something which had not been heard in the house in several years: the long and unmistakable moan of a woman in sexual need. Silently, I opened the front of my jeans, leaned back against the wall as close to her door as I dared, and openly stroked myself as I listened raptly to the sounds of feminine self-pleasure. I tried to imagine how Amber was masturbating, how she was positioned, especially when the bedsprings could be heard.

The sounds suddenly dropped in volume, but the bedsprings continued their protestations. Clearly, Amber’s voice was muffled by a pillow, but her long wail of release was still breathtaking. Only a rapidly-disintegrating willpower prevented me from launching a stream of white-hot desire into the air.

When I could hear no more sounds coming from Amber’s bedroom, I silently moved down the hall to my own bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack so that she would not think that I might have been in the hallway listening to her self-pleasure. I smiled to myself, my male ego feeling rather satisfied that I could tease her to such an extent that she would need to bring herself to completion in such an impressive manner as soon as possible.

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