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I was working at my desk when I heard the front door to the office open. A few seconds later, in walked Dana, as I had been expecting.

“Good morning,” she said in her typical sing-song manner of greeting. Sitting her bag and coffee thermos down and removing her coat, she looked around the work area and noticed that no one else was there.

“It’s just us today?” she asked.

“Just us,” I responded. “All day.”

“Oh… so…” Dana continued, sounding unsure of what to say.

“So I think you know how the day will start,” I interjected as I unzipped my pants. I was already thinking of how I was going to use Dana today.

“Yes, sir, I do,” she said, sounding resigned, as she walked to my desk and immediately dropped to her knees. I pulled my pants all the way down, freeing my erection to tower menacingly in front of her face. She gazed at it with a mix of admiration and apprehension.

“You’re so hard, sir. So big.”

“And I know you can take it all. Suck.” I grabbed her hair and shoved my cock forcefully between her full, plump lips as she grunted in surprise. Her eyes bulged as I pushed into her throat, but she took it like a professional cocksucker. Soon I was balls deep, giving her a slow and steady facefucking.

“Such a perfect start to the day. Do you agree?” I stared down at her while she struggled to keep my cock down her throat. I pulled out to let her answer the question.

“Yes, sir, I agree. I love sucking your cock to start the day.”

“That’s my good slut,” I responded as I returned my stiff cock to the warm embrace of her mouth and throat. About twenty more seconds of throatfucking passed before my next question.

“Did you fuck your husband last night?”

“No, sir, I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“You texted and told me not to.”

“Good girl. How did he feel about that?”

“He was annoyed but I told him to just jerk off because I was too tired.”

I laughed at this as I pushed my dick back in her mouth, gripping her hair tight as I fucked her face. Over the wet, sloppy gagging sounds I continued speaking to my slut.

“Poor guy, forced to jerk off because his wife likes her manager’s cock better than his. When is the last time he made you cum?”

“I don’t even remember. When he fucks me the whole process only lasts a few minutes and I have to get myself off after on my own. That’s why I’m happy you take care of me.” This time, Dana put her mouth back on my cock, rather than me forcing it down. She moaned with pleasure as she throated me. I knew almost immediately that that was going to push me over the edge.

“I’m going to cum, Dana. Get ready.”

“Mmmhmm,” she responded as she sucked more vigorously. I felt myself lose control and began pumping a thick, creamy load into Dana’s waiting mouth. She moaned with pleasure as shot after shot plastered her tongue and throat.

“Are you going to swallow that load for me?”

“Mmm!” Dana’s eyes lit up with excitement as she stood up and quickly moved to her desk. She picked up the coffee cup she had brought with her, removing the lid and bringing it to her mouth. She let the thick load drip between her lips and into the cup. I watched as she let every drop fall from her mouth. When she was satisfied she had gotten all of it, she replaced the lid and gave me a beaming smile.

“Cream for my coffee, like we talked about. Thank you, sir.” We had previously discussed Dana’s cum fetish, in which she craved cum almost all the time, and wanted to be forced to eat and güvenilir bahis drink it in different contexts than simply sucking cock.

“Excellent. I think you’re ready to get some work done. When you get all those reports finished, I’ll give you some more attention. You’re going to cum for me this morning, too.

“Yes, sir. I’ll work quickly.”

I was already getting hard again at the idea of Dana sipping on my cum all morning while she worked. We would have to make that part of our routine.

A few hours later, I checked on Dana’s progress.

“How’s it going?” asked as I came up behind her desk. I allowed my hands to rest on her shoulders, slowly moving them down to her heavy tits.

“Oh, sir… almost done. Just a few more minutes.”

“Good. Because I’m so hard at the idea of fucking your slutty little holes that I can’t wait much longer.”

Dana squirmed in excitement at this, clearly dealing with some arousal of her own. I gave her tits a firm squeeze and walked back to my desk, completing some minor administrative tasks while I waited.

Finally, Dana stood up at her desk and turned to look at me with a devilish grin. She sauntered over to me, allowing her hips to sway seductively the whole time.

“Sir, have I earned a fucking now? I really would like to cum.”

“You have. Strip.” As Dana complied with my command, I removed my pants and shirt as well. My cock was rock hard in anticipation of getting back inside one of my favorite pieces of fuckmeat.

Dana stood before me, awaiting my next command.

“Did you just shave last night?” I asked my slut, marveling at the smoothness of her pussy.

“Yes, I did. I knew you might want me today.”

“And did your husband know you shaved?”

“Yes, I… I think he did.”

“Naughty bitch. Getting yourself all perfectly shaved and then telling your husband you don’t feel like fucking him.”

“I know. I’m such a bitch to him but there’s just no way I can get excited about his cock when there’s… this waiting for me.”

Dana reached to stroke my hard cock, and I allowed her to do it for a few seconds before grabbing her shoulders and turning her around. I firmly bent her over the desk, leaving her backside exposed to me.

“A naughty bitch needs to be spanked. Do you agree?”

“Yes. I deserve it.”

I spanked her once, sharply, eliciting a gasp from her.

“And a naughty bitch needs to have her holes used to fulfill her role in life.”

“Oh god yes, please.” Another smack on her ass, leaving a clearly defined handprint on her.

I reached up and placed two fingers at her lips, pushing them into her mouth as she began to suck on them. After a few seconds of this, I pulled them back and placed them on her asshole. She appeared to shiver all down her spine as she felt me pressing on her backdoor.

“This is the hole that really makes you my whore, isn’t it?”

“Yes sir. My asshole belongs to you.”

“Not to your husband?” I spanked her ass harder than I had up to this point.

“Noooo, only to you. You own it.” I pushed my fingers into her ass and she began to moan from deep within her. With my other hand I grabbed a fistful of her hair and made her look back towards me.

“I should just fuck your ass, exclusively. That would be the mark of a real nasty whore. I could leave your slutty pussy for your husband to fuck.”

“Oh sir, no, I’m begging you. He can’t please my pussy. I need your cock to punish all my holes.”

“Since you’ve asked so nicely…” güvenilir bahis siteleri I gave her another smack on her waiting ass, causing her to shriek in surprise. “Maybe I’ll put a load in your pussy before I send you home, if you behave.”

Dana just nodded in agreement as I continued to open her asshole with my fingers. I pulled them out once more and put them back in her mouth. She had a half-second of hesitation before opening for me, but greedily sucked on them once they were past her lips. She was my shameless whore, and she couldn’t refuse me anything.

I positioned myself behind her, with her hands resting on my desk. I slapped my hard cock on her ass a few times, then nestled it between her cheeks and rubbed slowly up and down. She moaned, knowing what was about to happen to her.

She whimpered as I pressed the head to her backdoor. I had gotten the lube out of my desk drawer and applied a good amount to my cock. It glistened in anticipation before I allowed it to do its work.

“Tell me what you are, Dana.”

“A whore.”

“More. More than that.” I slapped her ass as I pressed the head past her anal opening.

“Oh god, oh, I’m an office anal whore! I’m a slut for my boss’s big cock.”

“More!” Two firm slaps on each of her ass cheeks, pressing my dick further into her.

“Ohhhhh… Oh my fucking god it’s huge… fuck, I’m… I’m a nasty, cheating anal slut! I’m a disgusting, worthless piece of… ugh, fuckmeat. I’m a slampig for you and only you. I’m a cum receptacle for all of your thick loa- ahhhh, ugh, oh fuck! Oh my god, so deep!”

“Cum receptacle… I like that.” I tried to remain calm, as I had by this point fully entered her asshole, bottoming out and feeling the vice grip of her tightness.

I controlled my breathing and used slow, measured thrusts into Dana. Despite the overall rough nature of our lovemaking, I typically started slow with anal. I didn’t want to break my favorite fucktoy.

“Yes sir, I’m your filthy cum dumpster. I’m happiest when I… ugh, fuck… when you’re filling me with your loads.”

“Good slut,” I told her as pumped slowly in and out. “Look back at me, whore.” Dana complied with my order and turned to look back at me, smiling when she saw that I had picked up my phone to get some pictures of her. I snapped a few, making sure to get her face in the picture as well as the image of my cock splitting open her ass.

Photography finished, I put down my phone and grabbed her hips with both hands. It was time for Dana to take her pounding. She moaned expectantly, her hand going to her clit in anticipation of what was coming.

My first thrust made her scream. I pushed in hard and deep, bottoming out and staying all the way in her ass for several seconds. She moaned again as I started to slowly pull out.

I removed my cock almost all the way from her ass before shoving back in roughly. She whimpered weakly this time, pressing her head down into the desk. I repeated the process again, getting another similarly pitiful response from her. As I readied for a fourth hard thrust, I heard her sniffle, as if she were crying.

I paused with the head of cock at her rear entrance, grabbed a handful of her hair, and turned her to face me. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes.

“Am I hurting you? Are you still sore from yesterday?” I had used her quite roughly the previous afternoon after our coworkers had all left.

One tear rolled down her cheek.

“Yes sir, I’m still sore.”

“And iddaa siteleri why didn’t you tell me?” I kept my cock in its ready position.

“Because it doesn’t matter, sir. Only your pleasure matters. I’m only here to have my holes fucked.”

“Excellent answer,” I told her as I pressed back into her asshole. “But you know I will stop if you ask me to. I train my toys to be smart enough to let me know when they need a break.”

“It will only hurt for a little bit and then it will feel good, sir. With your permission… oh, oh fuck that hurts… I would like to cum with you in my ass. It won’t take me long to cum.”

“I like the sound of that. Now, face down while I use this ass.”

Dana complied, turning her head away from me, moaning and grunting as I ravaged her tight hole. She was going crazy on her clit, bringing herself closer to orgasm as her ass was repeatedly invaded by my thrusting cock. We kept this pace for about two minutes before she let me know she was getting close.

“Close… close, sir. I’m going to cum… please, can I cum sir?”

“Cum, baby. Do it. Cum now. Cum with me.”

Dana launched into an animalistic mix of grunts and moans as the orgasm wracked her body. She spasmed under me, causing me to lose control as well.

“Cumming, slut. Cumming in your ass.”

“Oh yes!” Dana managed to articulate through her wild orgasm. “Oh yes please cum for me!”

My orgasm was short, but powerful as I pumped a sizeable load into Dana’s asshole. We both came down from our high at about the same time, panting and trying to catch our breath as my cock was still inside her. When I pulled out, she began to leak my load back out. I looked for a paper towel to give her, but quickly decided to grab her top from the floor instead.

“Clean yourself up with this like the nasty whore you are,” I ordered her as I gave her the shirt.

She flashed a naughty smile as she began to clean herself with the shirt.

“So dirty. Alex got me this shirt for Valentine’s Day this year.”

I chuckled.

“Tell him that we appreciate the nice cumrag he got you. Put it back on. You’re going to wear my cum home.”

“You make me do such dirty things, sir. I love it,” Dana said as she pulled the shirt over her head, covering up her amazingly fat tits once more. The main cum stain rested just above her left breast.

“That’s really all I needed from you today, Dana. Good work. I’m going to send you home early.”

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate that…”

It was clear that Dana wanted to say more.

“What is it?”

“Just… I was wondering if you still wanted to use my pussy today. I was a pretty good girl for you…”

“Ah, of course, I did say that.” I thought for a moment, and came up with a perfect solution. “What time does Alex get home today?”

Dana’s eyes lit up at what I was suggesting.

“Around seven, usually a little bit later.”

“Hmm… that would give us a few hours of playtime. Why don’t you go home, relax a bit, get yourself freshened up, and I will be over around four to continue our session.”

“At… at my house?”

“Yes, slut. I want to fuck you in your own house. In the bed you share with your husband. I want to fuck you in your living room and your shower and on your kitchen table. Maybe not all today, but soon.”

“Oh… sir. Sir, that sounds amazing.”

“I’m glad you like the idea,” I said as I moved to close to her. I wrapped her in my arms and brought her in for a forceful kiss. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths as our hands roamed each other’s bodies. I gave her ass one more firm squeeze before breaking the kiss. Dana’s eyes were burning with passion as she looked up at me.

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

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[This story was a collaboration between me and a female friend. She provided the basic outline and together we crafted it into this story from a woman’s perspective. We hope you enjoy this collaboration, as more will be forthcoming I am sure.]

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We stood there, on the small private beach of the lake. It began as an innocent walk in the moonlight. Down the long path to the lake to possibly get a glimpse of the loons that were beckoning off in the darkness. But here we now stand, two naked lovers about to enjoy each other for the first time with nature as our witness.

A slow sensual kiss, unrushed, wishing it would last until nights end. Your hands on the back of my head and cheek, you hold me in the kiss. While in your embrace, I feel your hands free my head and pass down my shoulders, down my arms, and up to brush against my exposed nipples. They harden at your touch there in the cool night air. I feel your hot breath on my neck, longing for you to touch me even more, making me feel sexy, desired, wanted. When I close my eyes I can feel my body buzzing and vibrating in anticipation of where this is going. I am longing for your touch, your attention, as I recall our last brief interrupted encounter in the kitchen long ago.

Your touch is electric, arousing me everywhere I feel your skin; along my jawline, my neck, my chest, your light kisses teasing across my collarbone. With a lingering pause, you kiss your way down, slowly, slowly getting lower toward my heaving breasts. My heart is pumping hard, I’m sure you can hear it too. I feel your hands gently caressing each breast giving them their due attention. The feel of your hot and soft lips and your flicking tongue on my right breast is making my pussy wet.

You get closer to my right nipple and take it between your lips. I am engulfed in a wave of tingling, its epicenter of that nipple, radiating across my chest, and expanding its reach throughout my entire body. You flick your tongue like a butterfly on the tip, and my nipple puckers in excitement. I want to cum at my nipple’s first pucker, but you back off, prolonging the tease and sensations. My mind is begging you to continue, to take me.

You switch to the left nipple and the arousal is so quick, it’s hard and almost throbbing as my pussy gets wetter. Now engorged, I can feel my pussy’s outer labia growing and dripping in anticipation, it throbs in sync with my beating heart. I want something from you, need you in my pussy, I need you inside.

But first, I want you to feel that same sexual want, almost pained for attention. I lift your head and kiss your lips, a lingering hot, wet, full kiss, passion erupts within bahis siteleri me as our tongues embrace. I release your face, and kiss down your neck. I lower my head as my hair drifts across your bare chest and stomach. My hands drift around to your muscular back. I continue lowering my kisses, as I turn my attention to your big, thick, and now hard cock. I can smell the scent of your arousal sweet yet musky into my nose penetrating my whole being. It smells enticing, like an irresistible cologne.

My hands are now on your luscious ass, so warm and tender compared to the hardness in the muscles of your upper body. You too are now aching to be touched, licked, sucked. All my attention is on you as I grasp the hot shaft in my hands. I pull it toward my lips. Opening my mouth, I extend my tongue, I find that sweet spot under your cock head, as run my tongue from tip to base, kissing, sucking, licking with an almost animal desire to please you. To give and love your cock the way it wants to be, the way it deserves to be. With each lick, the motion of my body, the rocking is making me more and more wet.

I am on my knees, in front of you, looking up into your eyes for your acceptance and approval. My hands now squeezing your ass cheeks, holding on to steady me as I kneel there. You look down at me with that look of pure desire in your eyes. Your look is a command to me, I am yours now. I wrap my lips around the head of your manhood, as you place a hand on each side of my head. You do not force me onto you, no. Your hands are merely a guide, as you let me take control of the sucking.

Using my hands on your ass, I pull forward and back, as I begin to bob my head slowly upon your cock, my saliva building as it escapes my lips and lubricates your shaft in their wake. You moan softly, enjoying the sensation of my tongue and mouth engulfing you at that moment. There I am, exposed to the world, sucking you, giving you pleasure, it is so deeply arousing. I never knew this feeling of total freedom and sexuality, all under your guidance and care.

It’s too much for us both now, “suck me then fuck me” is what I want and desire. I need to feel that hard flesh of manhood entering and parting my hot wet folds. We drop to the ground and you lay there as I climb atop that big hard cock. Grabbing your shaft in my left hand. I place it against the entrance to my pussy. I rub it gently along the slit, spreading my juices and lubrication to prepare us for the final joining. Taking a moment to tickle it lightly against my sensitive clit sending fluttering tingles up my body.

I move it back between my pussy lips and I slide myself down upon that cock. canlı bahis siteleri It slips in easily as I feel the hotness of its form drive deep into me from below. Your hands are now ravaging my sensitive tits. I bend over to welcome your lips on my hardened nipples. Your skilled lips are now wrapped around my right nipple, then the left, then the right. Each time you suck on my hard throbbing nipples you make my pussy quiver, wet and gripping that cock.

Holding onto it and riding you up and down. Our flesh slaps against each other, the sounds of my wetness and your drilling cock fill the air. Then, I feel your hands lower to my ass. When you grab my ass while I an astride you, I am free, sexy, wild and all yours. My head and body tilts back, and your teeth grab on my nipple as it is stretched and then freed into the night. A guttural moan escapes me as you slap my ass with both hands. The world spins, the endorphins in my body are racing through my system, I am on fire.

My breathing gets heavy, yet I am trying to stay quiet as my insides are screaming with ecstasy. My pussy is tightening, pulsating in tandem with that big thick cock. We are one, together, two animals in the moonlight, feeling the heat of our coupling in the cool outside air. The world has melted away and only you and I remain. There is only us, our heat, and the aroma of our sex. That is all I can smell, and it makes me even more horny as I uncontrollably bounce even harder on your cock. It is unleashing the animal within, and I want to let it out to play, if only for tonight.

Sensing my approaching orgasm, you lift me up by my ass, and drop me down upon your hard thick cock, over and over. My hips are now in an involuntary rhythm, rubbing my clit against your pelvis…. ooohhh, that long thick cock, stretching my pussy, filling me completely. I begin to moan as you encourage me to let loose. Free, open, and loud as I want to be, I need to be, right here, right now, only between us at this moment in time. I love riding your big hard cock, it fills me like no other, extending beyond the reaches of my fantasies. I am so hot, dripping wet, writhing in pure unadulterated pleasure. Sighing, breathing so hard, moaning, crying out your name.

I lean my head back as the first wave of pleasure sweeps over me. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m CUMMING!!!!” I scream out into the silence.

A raw sensual moaning sound erupts from deep within me, a primitive sound, like a wolf howling at the moon. My entire body tingles and shakes with the first orgasm of the evening. Below me, you are panting, and I hear you telling me to let go, cum for you, cum all over you. I feel canlı bahis myself letting go, as I let out a muffled scream of pleasure for the second time.

“FUCK…OH MY GOD…. FUCK ME… YES…I need your thick cock feeding my hungry pussy, filling me. God, I love your COCK. Oh FUCK, FUCK.” I again scream into the night.

You roll me over onto my back, my pussy is so wet and quivering as you slide out, wishing it would return. With my legs now parted, baring my pussy to your wanton gaze, you lift my legs up to your chest and slowly you re-enter all of your massive girth inside my awaiting pussy. You feel so fucking amazing, inch by inch you are you are hitting all the right places. I can see you love to watch as you pump your cock in and out of my pussy, tightening its grip with each pass. I cannot take much more, I want to come again, gripping you tightly, wanting to squeeze the cum right out of you.

You sense my intentions and slow down the pace, purposely teasing me. I am begging you not to stop, yet you continue your teasing with just the huge swollen head of your throbbing cock. You tease me more as you begin rubbing it around the edges of my hot juicy lips, rubbing it against my clit, my breathing becomes so heavy just wanting it completely. You love to tease me, getting me hotter, raising my sexual energy as the moments pass. You watch as I pull at my hard nipples, enjoying seeing me please myself, trying to satisfy my growing urge to cum.

You are taking me to the brink with your relentless teasing of my pussy as you get me on the edge of orgasm number three. I sense that you can’t take much more either as you give me what I desire, every sweet inch of your manhood. You slowly and methodically glide in and out as I tighten around you, our hips rising in unison. You are now balls deep and must be feeling me clench around your thick shaft, as I feel the impending eruption within you.

You raise your head and chest, pushing even deeper into me, my pussy opening and welcoming every inch of you inside. Your final massive thrust lifts my ass higher as you pound against me with all your strength and lust. Sweat drips from your forehead, landing on my belly, hot, salty drops, that tingle as they strike my sensitive skin. I love hearing the wet the sounds of our mutual wetness, as you grab my heels tightly. The pounding rhythm is just right for us, panting and moaning and cries of ecstasy.

You spread my legs and begin to spasm inside me, I can feel the hot spurt of your cum inside me, feeling so warm and intimate. I too now release into another wild orgasm. Yes, take me here, out in the open, where I can be free to let the sexual animal inside me be expressed to you. With a final few thrusts, you complete your final release. We lay there together, and I am happy finally knowing you truly are amazing, you’ve given me the trifecta of orgasms.

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She was sitting alone in the hotel restaurant eating a late dinner. I was seated near her and took the opportunity to look her over as I walked up, short blond hair, cute face. As I neared my table, I could see that she was very pregnant. Her stomach pushed up against the table with her swelling breasts sitting on top of it. I smiled at her as I sat down next to her. She smiled back and went back to studying the menu.

The waiter came and took both our orders. He soon brought me a glass of wine.

She looked over, sighed slightly, patted her stomach and said, “Wish I could have one.”

I raised my glass to her, “Soon?”

Looking down at her swollen stomach, “A little over seven months.”

“Do you know what it is?”

“No, we wanted to be surprised.”

“That’s what we did. My name is Dave, by the way.”

“Barbara,” she smiled.

“Here on business?” I asked.

“Yes, finishing up a design project with a client. I’m an interior designer. This will probably be my last trip for a while. What are you here for.”

“Client business also. I am here helping the local office with some financial consulting for the client.”

We chatted for a while traveling, kids and work. Our food came and was eaten, she ordered dessert and I ordered scotch.

“Mind if I come over there and join you?” I asked.

“No, not at all,” she smiled, waving to the chair in front of her.

She finished her dessert and I finished my drink. She looked at her watch and a sad look came over her face. It was about 9:00 pm.

“I guess I should head up, getting tired.”

“Understand, I have really enjoyed talking with you. Maybe we will run into each other again this week.”

“That would be nice, it is kinda lonely traveling sometimes.”

“Yes it can be, but you get to meet some interesting people sometimes. And pretty ones too,” I said smiling at her.

She smiled back, “It’s hard to feel pretty looking like this,” she said patting her stomach.

“Well for what it’s worth, I think you look great.”

She blushed a bit and said with a sadness in her voice, “Thank you, have not heard that in a while.”

“You are welcome.”

We got up and headed to the elevators. She was on a floor below me.

When we got to her floor, she hesitated getting off.

Looking at me she asked, “Can we talk some more?”

“Sure, want to come up or go to your room?”

“Come up.”

The elevator doors closed and we went up to my floor. We walked to my room and stepped in.

“Can I use your bathroom?”

“Of course,” I said as I moved on into the room and she stepped into the bathroom closing the door.

I removed my suit coat and tie, putting them in the closet. The toilet flushed, the sink ran and she stepped out. My room had a single king bed, desk with a chair and a small sofa near the window. I was standing near the window and she came across the room and sat on the sofa.

Pointing to the seat next to her, I asked, “Can I join you there?”

“Yes, please.”

She was looking away not making eye contact. Finally she looked up at me, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure, I may not be able to answer it, but ask.”

Clearing her throat and hesitating, ” Ah, Eh, did you have sex with your wife when she was pregnant?”

I smiled at her, “Yes the entire nine months. She was very horny.”

“You did not think she was fat and ugly?”

“Not at all and you are not either. You look great.”

She looked down and began to quietly cry. Her hands were on her knees and I placed one hand on hers and squeezed.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking up and moving one bahis şirketleri hand to her face to wipe away her tears.

“It’s okay, cry as much as you need to.”

She lowered her head into her hands and began to sob. I sat there, patting her arm telling her she was going to be alright.

After a couple of minutes she collected herself, wiping her eyes with her fingers. Her makeup was a mess and was running down her cheeks. I went and retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom for her to use.

Sitting down next to her I handed it to her. Wiping her face and eyes she looked at the mascara on the cloth and said, “I must really be a mess now.”

“No, you are fine,” I smiled.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, pushing herself off of the sofa.

I could hear the water running as she cleaned her face up. She stepped back into the room and sat next to me.

Barbara turned to face me, our knees touching, “Thank you. I did not mean to dump that on you, it’s been building up for a while. My husband won’t touch me, says me being pregnant scares him. It makes me feel so fat, ugly and unwanted.”

“Well he is an idiot. I think you look wonderful and him not touching you is his loss. He should be grateful to have such a sexy and pretty wife.”

“Thank you, it is nice to hear that. I wish he was as understanding as you are,” she said placing her hand on my knee.

“You’re welcome. Glad I could help.”

“Is it alright if I hang out here a little bit?”

“Sure.”

Leaning back on the sofa I put my arm behind her. She leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. We sat there quietly for a couple of minutes. I moved my arm down onto her shoulders and held her to me.

“HMMMMMMMMMMM, that feels nice,” she said.

“It does feel nice.”

“What is it like to have sex with someone who is pregnant?”

“I thought it was a lot of fun. Have to be careful about positions, and you need to find what is comfortable for her at the time.”

“What worked best for you guys?”

“With my wife, especially as far along as you are, something from behind. Either with her laying on her side or doggy.”

“With your wife? Was there another one you have had sex with?”

“Yes, a college fuck buddy. Her husband did not like playing with her either. No matter how big she got, she wanted to be on her back with me between her legs. Your belly gets a little in the way like that.”

“Wow, did your wife know about her?”

“No she did not.”

Barbara sat up, putting her hand on her stomach, “It’s being a little active tonight.”

She pushed herself up off the sofa and was standing there with both hands rubbing the top of her belly. I thought she looked incredibly sexy like that and it was making my cock start to come to life. Barbara then took a few steps around the room, trying to get more comfortable.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just need to get it to settle down a bit. I will be fine.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and seemed to be a little more comfortable.

Looking up she asked, “Is it okay if I lie down for a few minutes until it stops moving?”

“Of course, whatever you need.”

She kicked her shoes off, scooted up the bed and laid her head on the pillows.

Stuffing a couple of them behind her head she sat up slightly laying on her back, her hands resting on her stomach.

“Better?” I asked.

“Yes, thank you. You want to feel it moving?”

“Sure,” I said moving to the edge of the bed and sitting next to her.

I placed my hand on her stomach and she reached out moving my hand to the side. Barbara moved my hand around and I felt a kick.

“Feel bahis firmaları that?”

“Yes, I always thought that was so cool.”

She smiled and rolled on her side facing me. Pulling my hand towards her she said, “Will you lie down with me?”

“Okay, if you are sure.”

She nodded yes, I slid my shoes off and laid down next to her. I was on my back and she was on her side. Barbara took my hand and placed it back on her stomach. I moved it around rubbing over her stomach. It was amazing touching a pregnant woman again and cock started to harden.

“HMMMMMMM, it feels so nice to have someone touch me.”

She had rolled a little more my way, her face hovering over mine. Leaning down she began kissing me. Barbara sighed as our lips touched and her body seemed to tremble a bit. I kissed her back as my hand roamed over her stomach. While we were kissing I rolled on my side so I was now facing her, our lips still locked, tongues flitting in each other’s mouths and my hand wandering over her back now. She trembled again as my hand ran over her ass and I pulled her closer to me, her stomach pressing against me.

Breaking the kiss she leaned back looking at me, “This feels so nice. I cannot tell you how much I have missed just being touched like this.”

“You feel incredible. Like I said, your husband is an idiot.”

That caused her to look down. She was clearly thinking about her husband. After a couple of seconds, she took my hand in hers and guided it to her right tit and holding my hand in hers, began squeezing it. Barbara let out a sigh and closed her eyes as she ran my hand over her. Releasing my hand, she moved in to begin kissing me again as I continued to squeeze her tit and she moaned in her throat.

Moving my hand down her body I reached the top of her hem. Sliding my hand under her dress I ran up her outer thigh and up along the side of her stomach. Her skin was so smooth and hot to the touch. She moaned and with her arms pulled me closer to her. I was rubbing over her stomach feeling her tight skin. Releasing me she began to unbutton the top of her dress and pulled it off of her shoulders exposing her swollen tits in her bra. As my hand moved down her stomach towards her pussy I touched her hairy bush. She had taken her panties off at sometime! Looking at her I could see the lust in her eyes. Moving to her pussy lips, I ran my finger over them soliciting a gasp from her as I touched her. She was absolutely sopping wet.

I slid one finger into her and she audibly inhaled.

“Oh god, yes,” she gasped.

I got the feeling she would cum very quickly, she seemed very excited. She grabbed my head and held it to her tits as I moved my finger in her pussy.

Releasing my head, she opened her dress some more and undid the front clasp bra allowing her tits to spill out. As she finished that I inserted a second finger into her causing more gasps from her. Barbara began to hump my hand pressing hard against me. A third finger easily went in and she was now basically riding my hand. Leaning in I took one of her tits in my mouth. It was the one I had been squeezing earlier and I could taste that it had been leaking milk. As I began sucking harder on her tit her breath became labored and I was pushing three fingers deep into her pussy.

Suddenly she inhaled, her body went stiff, her pussy clenched on my fingers and tremors hit her as the orgasm that she had been missing swept over her. I could actually feel her legs shaking and she held my head to her tit that I kept sucking on milk leaking into my mouth.

“OH YES!” she kept repeating until her body relaxed when the orgasm subsided.

I kaçak bahis siteleri slipped my fingers from her and let her tit fall from my mouth. She opened her eyes looking at me as her breath returned to normal.

“That was amazing, I have not cum like that in months.”

“I am glad I could help you,” I said smiling.

Barbara reached down and felt my hard cock in my pants. She squeezed it and I moaned. Barbara undid my pants and reached in grabbing my cock. Her warm hand felt wonderful on my cock as she stroked it slowly. Looking at her she had a far away look in her eyes, I was not sure what she was thinking or wanted to do.

She suddenly released my cock and moved to sit up in the bed. Pulling her dress out from underneath her she pulled it over her head, dropped it next to the bed and then tossed her bra over with it.

“Take you clothes off,” she said looking at me.

“You bet,” I said as I slid my pants and underwear off, unbuttoned my shirt and then tossed them all over the edge of the bed.

I laid back down on the bed and Barbara moved her head down to my cock. I felt her warm breath on it as she moved to take it in her mouth. She slowly slid my cock into her mouth until it was all the way in, her nose buried in my pelvis. Moving her head slowly she began to fuck me with her mouth. I was rubbing her back as she sucked my cock.

Breaking contact with my cock she moved up next to me.

“What do you want me to do for you?”

“I will do anything you want to do,” I replied.

“Get on top of me, I want you in me.”

Barbara rolled onto her back and pulled her legs up with her heels touching her ass. I moved over between her legs and grabbing my cock I began to rub it up and down her pussy. She moaned as I did that and began to massage her tits causing milk to leak from them that she rubbed on her tits and stomach.

I slid the head of my cock into her pussy, her eyes went wide and sigh escaped from her. Her first cock in five months. Slowly worked my way into her till I was as far into her pussy as I could get, my stomach pressing up against the bottom of her swollen belly. Grasping her knees for leverage I began to pump in and out of her hairy pussy. She shook on the bed, her large tits flopping around as she continued to play with them, including occasionally sucking them herself. Between her sucking me, playing with her tits, fingering her and just being in bed with her I was ready to blow. Picking up my pace I began to ram into her as hard as I could. She could tell I was getting close.

“Cum in me,” she said, stuffing a tit back into her mouth.

“I am,” I panted as I thrust as deeply as I could into her and began to fill her pussy with cum.

Feeling me cum set her off again, her pussy clenching my cock as it emptied into her, her sucking her tit and her legs shaking as they wrapped around me to hold me into her.

Finishing, I fell onto her belly in front of me. Letting her tits fall she laid back on the pillow and unwrapped her legs from me. My slimy cock fell from her, trailing a string of cum as I rolled off of her.

Moving up next to her, she looked at me, “Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed that.”

“You are welcome, it was amazing. You are a very sexy lady.”

“I’ll be right back, I need to clean up a bit,” she said as she slid off the bed, her hand covering her pussy to catch the cum leaking from her.

I heard the shower kick on and she briefly got in, probably washing the milk from her. She finished and came back into the bedroom. I had pulled the covers back and was laying in bed. She got under the covers snuggling up next to me.

“Can I stay the night?”

“Of course, do you need something to wear?”

“No I want to sleep naked with you.”

“Works for me.”

Snuggled next to each other we drifted off to sleep in our post orgasmic bliss.

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She woke to the gentle tickling of a feather across her neck. The shiver made her tingle from head to toe. He continued down her arm to her fingers igniting every nerve he passed. “Good morning, my Sweetie. Just lay there, and let me wake you.” He lifted her lose teddy and dragged the feather across her exposed chest, being sure to never touch the sensitive, erect nipples she had already gotten. He dragged it in a figure eight around one breast — then the other. This drove her made with anticipation, wanting the thrill he normally allotted her sweet nipples. He did no such thing. Down the other arm he went — in and around each finger. Her eyes closed as she continued to light up like an electrical fire. Back to her neck and breasts he went. She reached to grope herself, but he grabbed her by her wrists and stopped her. “If you so much as think about doing that again, I will leave you to do the rest yourself while I go make myself some breakfast.” She wanted to be touched, but knew that she would not be nearly as satisfied with her own efforts. She, again, laid flat, biting her lower lip as he smiled and began to trace her belly-button. “Take off your panties, please.” She wasted no time, and laid down as quickly as possible, panting, wanting him to touch her skin-to-skin.

He wiggled the feather down her left leg, traced it to the back of her knee as she flinched in a tickled spasm. Back up her leg he went, slowing and slowing as he graced her inner thigh. Her legs opened, her sex begging for his touch. She gasped in anticipation, but he stopped just short of her shaven, hot mound. She screamed, “Don’t do this to me…Please!” He knelt his face down to her and blew a soft cool stream of air across her crotch, and she nearly jumped off the bed. Her entire body electrified far beyond what she could ever stand. She continued to beg for him to take her, but he would not hear of it. güvenilir bahis He dragged the feather down her other leg to her feet to once again build up the tingling charge she could not withstand.

“Roll over,” he said softly. Her eyes widened pleading for his touch, but he insisted. As she turned and rested her head on the feather pillow, he started to drag the feather from her foot ever so slowly up her leg to her sexy, perfect ass. She slammed her face into the pillow screaming as, once again, the sensation overcame her. He continued up her back to her neck as she began to tremble knowing the spasm that was about to occur.

He put the feather down on the nightstand, and without touching any additional part of her body, he breathed the softest stream of air he could on the center of her neck. First came the cool stream of air to chill her to the core. Then cam a hot blast of breath which he tapered across her neck and into her ear. He whispered into her ear. “Now you know how I feel every time you kiss me.” She could feel the sparks all over her body, as the twitching took over. “Just stay right there. I’ll be right back.”

She laid there waiting and waiting. Finally the footsteps returned and he softly crawled back onto the bed. “Don’t move a muscle.” He laid his hand on her shoulders, and every part of her jumped when she felt the absolute freeze of his touch. All at once she smelled the muscle rub on his hands, and she knew what would eventually happen would be a gradual increase in heat to a scorching inferno. For now, he massaged all over her back and down to her backside, groping and pulling every inch of her body. Her moans filled the house. The chill causing her to shiver. He continued down her legs and into her thighs, being careful to never touch her delicate sex, though she begged so much for it. Finishing off her legs, he weaved so gently between each and güvenilir bahis siteleri every toe. Her mind was overwhelmed by sensations she could never fathom.

Working back to her shoulders, he made sure that ever part of her back and arms was coated with the soon-heated gel. “Turn over,” he asked. She gathered the strength and flipped herself knowing what was about to happen. He began to massage, and grope her gorgeous figure, again refusing to thrill her nipples. He did, however, blow the coolest, softest breeze across those nipples which, by now were immense and begging for his gentle nibble. He massaged so close to her sex, but still refused her ecstasy. She screamed and finally took matters into her own hands.

She sat up, pushed him straight to the bed, and gripped his member through his silky boxers. “Lay down, Baby,” she commanded. His cock was huge, as her grip barely wrapped half-way around it. She opened his fly and let his dick out into the cool air, and, without a moment’s hesitation, she mounted him and began rubbing him and grinding him into her. Her wetness was audible, as the subtle suctioning, sloppy gyrations continued. The muscle rub began taking effect, and the heat all over her body started to rise.

Normally she would not have near the strength to control her man, nearly a foot-and-a-half taller than her, but she was adamant that she would not be denied. He sat up and, with her still on top, managed to move himself against the headboard, sitting upright with her straddled, face to face. His huge arms wrapped around her and embraced her as he lifted her and inserted his entire length into her now overheated body. Delirious, she nearly fainted into him, but his hoisting and slamming of her fragile figure onto him prevented it. She was limp as he overwhelmed her from underneath. His grip on her ass was so gratifying, but the fire all over her iddaa siteleri body — and now her insides — made her sweat and moan in a sexual fever. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to help with the riding, but it was still him who was in control.

Slam after slam shook the fabric of her mind. The sexual heat of her entire body boiling, she had never been so charged and so ready to cum. Sweat beaded from her forehead and then from every pore of her body. She threw her head back in the heat of passion, and he lunged into her neck feverishly, kissing and sucking and nibbling. Still fucking her overheating body, he was nowhere near finishing this session too soon.

Lifting her off his member and laying her to the side, she could barely hold her breath. He turned her over and began teasing her from behind with his immense cock. As turned on as she was, she did not have the strength to engulf him, but rather he immobilized her body with his wrapped biceps and began to ride her like there was no tomorrow. Overwhelmed yet again by the rising inferno, she came in less than a minute, but his cock would not give. She screamed over and over, orgasm after earth-shattering orgasm flooded her mind and body. It was then that the first sign of his end had occurred.

He began grunting, wanting to flood her with all the tension he had built up for the past two weeks. His slamming increased, harder and harder he pumped. Only his grip on her hips kept her on the bed. Her outstretched grip clung to the sheets knowing what was about to happen. He roared, and, in one final slam, he locked her boiling hot body into his and absolutely flooded her with cum. She began to drip onto the bed but could not remove the deadlock he had on her hips and torso. Staying inside her he fell to his side in a continual orgasm squirting hot load after load into her. His screaming finally subsided, and his spasm and grip finally loosened.

She laid there, panting and sweating in disbelief, never before knowing the height of such erotic energy and sexual satisfaction. They both fell back asleep as one, perfectly exhausted and gratified.

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Something changes in his eyes. He smiles and it’s one that doesnt show his teeth, while the skin around his eyes crinkle. The left side crinkles different, and that’s how she knows. It’s the cue for her that small talk is over. As soon as that happens, her stomach lurches.

It’s happened every time.

The first time, he leaned in with one hand going to her neck and the other going between her legs. She had been instructed not to wear panties, and to wear a dress. So that’s what she did. When he’d asked and she had confirmed, his ‘good girl’ text was all she needed to get wet.

Here, in his car, she was soaked. Her wetness slicked the tops of her thighs. His fingers dipped between her lips and slid inside her quickly. His other hand gripped her throat as he kissed her, his tongue dipping into her mouth at the same rhythm his fingers dipped into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, her hand grasping his muscular forearm as he fucked her with his fingers.

His thumb found her clit, and she gasped. And came. And again. And again. And again. She tore her mouth from his, her eyes blazing gold in the sunlight. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to her mouth, and she sucked them greedily, her tongue running between them. Cleaning herself off him. She watched him watch her. He kissed her once, tongue delving again as he tasted her. She wondered then what his tongue would feel like on her other lips.

He drew back, unfastening his pants and leaned his seat back. His cock sprang free and he reached and grabbed kaçak iddaa her hair at the nape of her neck, and it almost asked the question.

She leaned down and took him into her mouth, one hand wrapping around his girth at the base. She laved her tongue around as much as she could reach as she sucked. He was bigger than she was used to, and the angle she couldnt get him as deep as she’d like.

The console bit into her knee as she adjusted, and he reached with one hand and slapped her ass and grabbed it, then slid his hand up under her dress, his fingers dipping into her pussy again.

She got him deeper, sucked harder, and used her hand to stroke the bottom portion, and was met with his grunts, and words through gritted teeth.

“Oh fuck. Suck that cock… Jesus. Goddamn.”

It didnt take long.

“I’m going to cum. Do you want it?”

Her answer was to shove her mouth farther, and he groaned as he came, his cum splattering into her mouth. She pulled back a little too far and missed a drop as she was swallowing his load.

He found a napkin and wiped it off, then pulled his pants back up. His face was almost incredulous. She sat back in her seat and wiped her mouth with her fingers, smirking. He glanced over at her and said “Yeah. Theres some talent there. I think you just sucked my soul out through my cock.”

Later he texted her. ‘That was very good. Next time, get every drop little girl.’

Oh. She would.

“Is it on?”

The three small words was all it took to make her stomach kaçak bahis jump and heat to flood between her legs. She had purchased a wireless toy, so that was her new uniform. In favor of the toy, she had to start wearing panties. Once she got wet, it didnt stay in place.

Each week when she went to meet him, she wore the toy. Each week, he texted to make sure it was on so he could begin the torture via bluetooth.

She’d casually get into his car, knees shaking, and he’d smile and start talking about his day. She followed the conversation, contributing all the while cumming and soaking through her panties.

When small talk was over, he’d reach over and rub her thigh, his thumb stroking, pushing her skirt up higher.

Her breath caught, and he turned in his seat, one hand pushing between her legs, the other coming up to grab her throat. She swallowed hard, whimpering as he pushed his fingers against the toy, pressing it against her.

His fingers curled into her neck, squeezing enough to let her know he had the power. He brought his mouth to hers, tongue delving as he pushed harder against the toy.

She moaned into his mouth, reaching over to stroke his cock through his pants. Now it was his turn to moan. He pulled back, his hand dipping into the top of her dress. She didnt wear a bra, so his fingers easily found her nipples that were already hard and he pinched them in turn, tugging as he withdrew his hand.

He unfastened his pants and even as his cock sprang free she reached and circled the base, her illegal bahis mouth engulfing him before he had his pants pushed down.

“Mmm, someones hungry.” His hand gathered her hair in a ponytail at the nape of her neck and he groaned.

Taking him as deep as possible, feeling the head hit the back of her throat, she moved around a little to get a better angle, swallowing against him.

His hips began to thrust slightly and she moaned, asking for more.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?”

Her answer was to move her hand and take him deeper.

He grabbed the back of her head with both hands as he pumped his hips, thrusting his cock into her throat. He slowed, letting her catch her breath, but she didnt want to breath, she wanted him in her mouth, her throat, she wanted him controlling her, controlling if she even got to breathe. She wanted him to cum, to know that she did that. That he was cumming for her. She wanted to feel him pulse, wanted to feel the liquid heat of his cum splashing the inside of her mouth. Wanted to taste him. Wanted to leave him and go on about her day, the world being none the wiser to the fact she was dripping wet. To the fact she just got face fucked in a deserted parking lot, that her belly was full of cum.

He increased his pace again, and it wasnt long before she was tasting him on her tongue. He released his grip on her head and she slid her mouth halfway up his cock, her hand stroking the base as he finished. Once she was sure he was done, she slid the rest of the way up, her lips circling the head, then took one last dip, taking him full length before sliding up and off him, swallowing as she reached the tip.

Sometimes she wondered who was truly in charge.

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It was late, Suzy was on the last bus home and she had had a great night out. Plenty of dancing and drinking. And more than a few admiring glance or two from the men in the bars. All of which had left her very happy indeed and pleased with herself.

Her reverie was shattered as a weight fell into the seat next to her. Some sweaty bulk of a man, smelling of bars and cigarettes and faded aftershave.

She could feel the heat of his body pressed against her and shifted uncomfortably further away, trying to squeeze herself into the side of the bus and stared out of the window as the incredible hulk lolled around to the motion of the journey.

Within no time at all, she could hear snoring and his lolling was making her uncomfortable. She turned towards him with every intention of shoving him away now that he was unconscious and wouldn’t make a big deal about her touching him.

She’d tensed her body to shove and for some reason glanced down into his lap. She didn’t know why and she didn’t know why the rest of the journey unfolded the way it did either.

His trousers were tight against his thighs and she could make out the outline of his penis down his right leg. It wasn’t small and it wasn’t huge but it looked so perfect nestled in his trouser leg. Not only was it beautiful to look at but there were distinct signs of twitching. Judging by the shape and performance, he couldn’t have any underwear on and he must be feeling randy or having a dream that was turning him on.

As the journey progressed, more of the other passengers were getting off but she didn’t know any of this. All she could do was stare at his twitching rippling manhood as it danced and wriggled in his lap.

Whatever he was thinking about was really getting him going. She couldn’t be sure but she thought that she could see something that looked like suspiciously wet was forming at the head of his shaft. He was getting so turned on that he was dribbling!

She would never know why she did what she did next but he was fast asleep right? What would be the harm? Her hand reached out and the tip of her finger touched the damp spot. Hmm, felt good.

Of course, she only touched it for a moment and brought her hand back to her lap. Which incidentally was getting a little tingly. She wasn’t getting turned on by this lump of sweaty, stinky machismo was she?

She rubbed the lace of her thong though her skirt and was surprised at how good it felt. She rubbed a little more and got a little more excited, so she kept on rubbing and got more excited and bolder.

She now had one hand rubbing herself and the other reached out to him again and stroked him again. She didn’t recoil this time, but circled the head of his penis and rubbed the spreading wet spot. Luxuriating in the feel of the hot flesh beneath her palm.

The more she rubbed herself the bolder she got and the more she wanted to rub this lump of twitching manhood.

Suzy shifted in her seat again. Not further away from him this time but closer to squash herself against him as she picked up the pace with both hands. She was really really turned on by this and didn’t care what happened anymore. She had to see this cock that felt so good and was getting her so wet.

A glance around the top deck of the bus and she knew they were alone. She grasped his fly and pulled down.

The sound ricocheted around and she was sure he would wake. She froze but he didn’t wake. He was either a really heavy sleeper or smashed out of his brain but at that moment, she didn’t care, she just thanked whichever God was looking out for her that night and carried on.

Wow, she was right, NO underwear. There beside her was a sleeping hulk with a not so sleeping stiffie! She cupped his balls through his trousers and felt their weight. They felt good and tight too. And what was that? Her little moisture maker was at it again, another drop of clear pre cum was bubbling out of the top. God she thought that was bahis siteleri sexy and even more so because this lump of man meat was attached to a sleeping beast who had no idea that he was being exploited like this. He was probably having a horny dream – no doubt he thought he was a sex God who could make his girlfriend orgasm just by looking at her. Let’s face it that was probably his idea of foreplay. A glance in his girl’s direction and “Are you ready love?” before he clambered on top. Well here she was striking a blow for all those disappointed women who had been fumbled and groped and left unsatisfied by this pig.

She gripped his shaft and slid the layers of skin back and forth and felt him pulse under her touch. He might well be a pig but he was hung like a horse! She was no good at estimating size but she had never held one this long or thick and it seemed such a shame that he was a drunken ape. She would have loved to feel what this felt like inside her! What was she thinking?! It must have been too long without some proper male attention.

As she kept rubbing his length (which was not inconsiderable) more and more pre cum crested his head and pooled there. The more she looked and stroked, the hornier she felt and the harder she had to rub herself to get any kind of relief and it wasn’t enough. The flimsy material under her probing fingers was getting wetter and wetter and the sensations running through her body were getting her flushed and breathless. She could definitely feel her breasts straining against her bra and her nipples were getting crushed as they stiffened to erection.

He was now dripping onto her hand and it felt electric. Before she knew what she was doing she ducked her head and licked the pooling emissions from his cockhead. His skin was baby smooth and she loved the taste. Dare she snatch another sip from such a forbidden cup? Dare she drink more deeply this time? In for a penny, in for a pound. She dipped her head again and her lips enveloped his cockhead this time. Her lips widened to receive the full girth. She kept pumping his penis, which she did now with more enthusiasm.

She had had enough of messing about now and pushed her other hand straight under her skirt and moved the thong aside to gain access to her most intimate of places that was screaming for release and to receive the monster of a penis that she was swallowing. Too bad, she had to make do with her pistoning fingers and her imagination.

It must have been some sight to see if there had been anyone else on the top deck of that bus. She wondered if the driver could see anything from his CCTV? Oh well, what did she care? Her hand and head were working in unison to suck this bad boy off as her own body was bucking against her hand that was rubbing her to paradise.

Because she was getting carried away, she didn’t see her victim’s eyes open and take in the position he was in. Of course, he could have objected and stopped what was going on. That was what his girlfriend would want him to do! But how often did he wake up with his cock being sucked? Maybe if his girlfriend had done it from time to time, then he wouldn’t have felt so randy tonight and might have thought about stopping the action. So, if she ever found out, he could argue that it was her fault! The male conscious is an easy thing to diffuse and it had only taken him a heartbeat to deal with his guilt. It certainly hadn’t hurt his decision that this woman was better than his girlfriend and was making his balls boil!

She was really going for it now and had shut out all other senses as she concentrated, quite literally, on the task in hand! OK, both her hands and her mouth! So when her companion moved his hand quickly across her back and under her top to scoop her breast and give it a squeeze, she was so surprised, she almost clenched her teeth, which wouldn’t have been any fun for either of them and would certainly attract the attention of anyone downstairs, including the canlı bahis siteleri driver.

Instead, she looked up at his face to try to read it. To see if she was about to be stopped and if so, would it be polite or violent? She released his shaft and moved her head away. His penis being replaced by her heart which was now in her throat and was attempting to beat its’ way out and escape the consequences of her body’s actions.

“Don’t stop hun, you gotta finish what you started!” He drawled and squeezed her engorged nipple. A little rougher than she normally liked but she was hardly in any position to object was she? She figured it was better not to say anything as in an encounter like this, neither of them wanted conversation so she swallowed her pride and his penis and picked up where she left off. This time with this animal mauling her poor defenceless breasts and now knowing what was he doing?

His other hand had navigated the space between their bodies and found her thighs. Then it ascended, dragging her skirt with it and then pressing down on her hand and pushing his fingers through hers and inside her steaming sex. What had she done? She was letting a complete stranger paw her wherever he wanted! OK, reality check – she had been gratifying herself on his for the last 20 minutes so she couldn’t change the rules now.

They were both getting into their rhythm now and because of his a) head start by having the dream b) having received more attention and c) being a man! He was ready to pop his cork and she could feel his balls clench tighter. She didn’t expect him to warn her and so had been waiting for this.

Although she wouldn’t normally swallow a man’s sperm – despite many arguments with previous partners! – She knew that she couldn’t afford to have to explain the mess he would make if he spurted all over her and the bus!

She felt him stiffen and he grabbed hard on her bruised nipple and shoved his fat finger deep inside her as his penis exploded in a torrent of cream.

She had expected a penis of this size to produce loads but maybe the beers had effected him because she had no trouble coping with his small offering.

Wasn’t this just like the rest of her life? Now he was finished and she was close but not close enough! Life was so unfair, so much for striking a blow for disappointed womanhood! But he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the back of the bus where there was more room and sat down with her stood between his legs, facing him. He still hadn’t said anything but he placed his sweaty hands on her thighs and slid them up and caught her skirt and scrunched it up around her waist until he was satisfied it would stay there and then pulled her thong down to her ankles. She really ought to stop this but she was on fire so instead she stepped out of one leg and stood with her feet apart, grabbed his ears and squashed his face into her mound.

He knew what she wanted and began tonguing, licking, kissing, sucking, blowing, in fact if you could do it with a mouth, he did it! Nibbling, swirling, he was actually quite good and at the same time, his huge hands were kneading her buttocks. Squeezing them and pulling the cheeks apart. She quickly made up the lost ground and held his head firmly and banged in back and forth against her so that his huge nose mashed itself into her clitoris as his mouth worked its’ magic.

It didn’t take long and she clamped her mouth round her forearm to stifle her screaming as she careered along to ecstasy. Jesus, that was a great climax!

During his pleasing of her, his sleeping partner had been slowly waking and was jutting proudly out of his trousers, looking with its one eye for some attention. Once she had finished shuddering, he adjusted his position, spun her round so that her rounded butt was in his face. Then he held his hands on her hips and pushed her down into his lap, onto his manhood!

She really hadn’t intended things to go this far and stiffened canlı bahis her legs to resist but his grip was insistent and to be honest, she was so worked up, her body would never have spoken to her again if she didn’t get this stick of rock inside her pulsating flesh. So her brain and her body had a short argument and her body won and she relaxed her thighs and reached down between her legs to guide this monster in and slow its progress to minimise the damage it could have caused to either of them if it had just slammed against her under solely under his direction.

The head pressed insistently against her and spread her lips apart. As it progressed inside her, she felt every ripple, vein, throb and fold of his flesh against the super sensitised nerves of her sex. Her brain made a final plea for sanity and told her that she was having unprotected sex with a complete stranger which received full consideration by her body which told her brain that there was safe sex and there was great sex. Had he been wearing a rubber, the sensations pushing up inside her would have been dulled and the outline of his tremendous shaft blunted. Her brain gave up at this point and told her that if she was going to be such a stupid cock hungry tart, it was going out for the duration to consider whether or not to come back.

As a result, her body was in complete control and pulled his hands under her top and up to her breasts, then released the clasp on her bra and squeezed his fat fingers into her flesh. She felt his hips gyrate beneath her as he moved inside and she flexed her own against him to develop a rhythm. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t synchronised but it certainly hit the spot. In fact she didn’t realise just how many spots she had and he was hitting them all.

She grasped the back of the seats in front of her and really went for complete and total satisfaction. She bucked and ground and gyrated into his lap, rubbing he huge member all round her insides. A lesser man would have been flattened by the assault but she was impaled on an animal that gave as good as he got. She didn’t care about him, or his pleasure, or even his name, only the fact that he was hung like a horse and she was riding him to pleasures she had never felt before.

Her blood boiled and the feeling of her release swelled all over her body and her limbs felt weak as her climax exploded out of nowhere and almost knocked her senseless. She felt like she had been hit by the bus, never mind being sat on it. Her head span and her eyes lost focus and her pulse pounded in her ears, her breasts and her sex. She crushed the seat in front, leaving the imprint of her hand in the fabric.

Consciousness was swimming back to her as she heard the man moaning, felt his body stiffen and his hands crush her breasts mercilessly as his own orgasm hit. His thighs slapped against her buttocks as she had lost the rhythm and he emptied his seed inside her. Her fully awakened sex burned with the touch of his hot sticky semen and she was knocked sideways again as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her and her body joined her brain and popped out for a bit. The man was left bucking into an empty shell, emptying himself completely. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know anything about her, because she wasn’t there. Everything that made her had been conquered and she had surrendered and fled to the hills.

He felt her body go limp and held her to stop her from falling on the floor. Perhaps he was a gentleman after all? As the sweat cooled on their bodies and his penis softened and retreated, her senses (well some of them, common sense was still nowhere to be seen) returned. She felt him nuzzle her neck and ear. O God, he wasn’t going to try again was he? She didn’t think she could take another pounding like that!

“Excuse me love, it’s my stop in a bit, do you mind if I zip up before we get there?” and he shifted her weight onto the seat next to him and pulled up his trousers. She was still swimming back to reality as he stood and walked to the stairs, pressing the bell on the way.

The bus slowed and she heard the doors open and close. As the bus pulled away, she realised he had gone and she was on her own again . . . . .

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She’s tall and slender, and has one heck of a rack, seen in full glory even from the rear view. And even though she’s pushing 60, all of the guy’s heads turn when she walks by, no matter what their age may be. I’ve known her for years, living down Edgar Road, in Winchester UK from my parents house. Her son was the same age as me, his name was Tim Fisher. Tim was killed in a car crash on the M3 motorway over a year ago, and from what I’ve heard, it left her devastated. She does have other children, two daughters that are much older than I. I remember them being about thirty, if memory serves me correctly. Her husband who I heard was ten years older died from Prostate Cancer seven years back , so she’s had a rough time but seems capable in her activities in the city, the city library she manages and the badminton team she plays in.

Of course, she’s known me for years as well, being a friend of Tims. I’m the typical young male, average looks at just under six feet in height, and weighing in at about one-seventy. I was twenty years old, when this all happened. It was in early August, and of course Peter Symonds College at the other end of the city was on holiday, so was just hanging out so to speak. She was weeding her gravel drive when I was walking by, as she greeted me with “Hello there, Bryn.”

I smiled, “Hello Mrs. Fisher.” Of course I was smiling, as she was down on her knees, wearing just a pair of pink denim, ripped shorts and a floral pattern loose blouse, with a bra trying hard to keep her jugs in place.

She smiled, asking “What are you up to?”

“Oh, I was at Monty Gibson’s house…you know round the corner in Ranelagh Road talking about our school days.” I said. I saw her smile turn into a slight frown, Tim had been a pupil too.

Wanting to the keep the conversation going, with intentions of ogling her lush body I asked. “So how you doing? Your flowers look terrific this year, as usual.” Her face lit up as she glanced down her cleavage and adjusted where her blouse had slipped.

“Why thank you, Bryn.” She slowly rose to her feet, grinning and said “I really appreciate you saying that.”

I blushed, “No problem, Mrs. Fisher.”

“So how was college this past year?” she asked.

“Oh fine. Looking forward to this coming term. Everything has been going well, and I haven’t had any trouble in classes so far.”

“That’s great. I’m glad to hear it.” she said, dusting her hands off on her slender rump, her knockers swaying and bouncing in the action. I suddenly felt a bit awkward, not sure why, but I was, looking at my watch.

“Well, I need to get home. I’m sure Mum has some things for me to do.”

She smiled, and she said a bit nervously, “Okay Bryn.” Then she stopped me, saying “Oh, by the way, would you mind helping me by doing some work around my house?”

“Course, Mrs. Fisher. I would be delighted to.” I replied.

She smiled, “Could you come over tomorrow then? maybe about ten? I’ll pay you for the work you do.”

“Oh, you don’t have to pay me, Mrs. Fisher. Friends and neighbours and all that. I’ll gladly help if I can.”

“Thank you, Bryn.” She looked up at the sun, and said “Well, I’ve laundry to get finished, I’ll see you in the morning then.”

I didn’t really think about it much. I mean, I had no idea what she wanted me to do, and after telling my parents, they said that they’ve heard that she had plumbing issues, so I was probably going to be working on her pipes. I thought nothing more about it though, as I spent the evening watching a European football game before going to bed. I was up at about eight, made my breakfast, and then caught the TV news before heading to her house. I knocked promptly at ten, and she opened the door, wearing just a bathrobe. My eyes boggled at the sight of what looked to be unfettered tits and nipple bulges.

“Come on in and come on up.” she beamed, so I did. I followed her up to a bathroom, and entering she said “I need the taps changed,” handing me a box, as she went on “I’ve some tools in the garage, I’ll show you what’s there. Hopefully you’ll find everything you need.”

It wasn’t much, actually. I knew I could handle this small assignment, having been well trained by my Dad who actually ran a large maintenance plumbing firm and thinking if, God forbid, my grades were crap, I had a skill to fall back on. She took me to the garage and showed me the tools available and where the mains water tap was to turn the supply off. She left me there, telling me she would be in the kitchen, as I looked for what I would need. A small torch, some copper piping, and a few more tools, and I was all set. I returned to the upstairs bathroom and went to work. It didn’t take long, maybe ninety minutes at most. I’ve done this before at home, and Dad has taken me to his sisters and other relatives to do work from time to time, so as I said, I knew how to do basic plumbing. And of course, pretty much any home maintenance routine.

Once finished, I came downstairs, trying to find Mrs. Fisher, but she wasn’t around. I guessed her bahis siteleri to be in the garden, and since I had to take the tools I used back out anyway, I opened the garage door, and as I walked on, she was just exiting, carrying a piece of frozen meat from a big chest freezer in there.

“I’m done up there.”I informed her; wafts of body and scent over me as we passed.

I heard a soft “Oh.” tidying her bathrobe, her back to me. “That’s fine, phew! Isn’t it hot again, go ahead and put the tools back where you found them…Oh God sorry.” she giggled, grabbing the falling robe off her shoulders. The meat dropped to the floor with a dull thud, but she ignored it.

Wow! All I saw as she pulled the robe back up to her shoulders was her bare back, from her delightfully round, mature arse crack. Edges of her hanging tits swaying to her side But it was well worth it to see just a glimpse of her bare body. She remained there while I went to the tool cabinets and put things away. I turned, she was decent.

“Anything else you need worked on today?”

“No…no thanks, not at the moment.” she murmured almost apologetically. I was a bit puzzled, as she seemed to be out of breath. I also saw she was rather flushed, glancing at the meat, and nervous. “Um, let’s go in and I’ll give you some money for what you’ve done so far, Bryn.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Fisher, I did say…”

She grabbed my arm, and laughed as she pulled me to the house saying “Nonsense, I need to give you something.”

She let go of my arm as she bent to retrieve the heavy carcass of meat. Great minds think a like – and I stooped at the same time, but she beat me to it. I was right behind her shapely rump, looking for and not seeing any panty lines. She asked if she could see the finished job and I followed her upstairs watching the sway and wobbles. And that’s when I smelled it. I was inches from her fanny, covered by the thin robe, which reached mid thigh. The smell of a woman’s wet twat. I’ve had the experience to get close and personal with a few college girls the past year, it’s a smell you don’t soon forget…or want to. It dawned on me on why she was nervous, and short of breath. I think I had interrupted her giving herself some pleasure in the garage, in what she must have deemed safe as I was upstairs. My cock went to full alert, but thankfully I remained in control.

Back down, I followed her to the dining room, where she extricated her purse from a large brown leather handbag, and turned suddenly. Unfortunately, I was looking down at her legs, and I readjusted my gaze, seeing a surprised look on her face. She then smiled, and said “Would a pair of twentie’s be enough, Bryn?” as she opened up her purse.

I raised my hands, protesting “No Mrs. Fisher. Please? You don’t need to pay me a thing. It was a pleasure sorting your plumbing for you.”

I saw her blush, and I realized that maybe that was not a good choice of words. She sighed, closed her purse back up putting it down. I was surprised when she then faced me, stepped close and slid her arms behind my back, and hugged me tightly.

“Thank you Bryn. I appreciate this.”

Oh god, I could feel my rock hard cock pressing into her belly, and I knew she had to feel it. I stammered out “Anytime, Mrs. Fisher.” I added, feeling her tits against my chest.

She stepped away, her hands on my shoulders, and she said “If I find anything else that needs fixed, I’ll give you a call, okay?”

I grinned, “Yes, no problem.”

She squeezed my shoulders, and said “Good, thanks again.” as she walked by me towards the front door. She opened it and as I walked out, she said “Bye Bryn, have a good day now.”

I smiled and waved, saying “Thanks, Mrs. Fisher. And you too.” I saw her smile turn into a bit of a frown, and I wondered if I had said something wrong, as I went down the drive. I exhaled hard, and my cock was still feeling a bit cramped in the confined space of my jeans. Yes, I would jump at the chance at getting into bed with someone as beautiful and I guess experienced as Mrs. Fisher. But, she’s older than my mother! Of course, what was I even thinking? She wouldn’t want some young, unemployed lad anyway.

Once home, my Mum had things for me to do, after she briefly questioned me about what I did over at Mrs. Fisher’s. I told her about the taps, and of course about me turning down the offer of money. I didn’t tell her that the woman gave me one hell of a boner. The rest of the weekend went well. I went out with my friends Saturday night, only down to the Queen Inn in Kingsgate Street; the have a good selection of real ales, and was good and hung over on Sunday. My part-time job as a Costa Coffee barista had me working on Monday through Thursday, and on Friday I was walking to Tony’s house, when Mrs. Fisher stopped me in my tracks, yelling across the road waving frantically.

“Oh Bryn, could I see you for a minute?”

I smiled, walking across the road to see her.

She smiled, and said “Listen, I’ve some chores that need to be done, I was wondering canlı bahis siteleri if you could help out?” She quickly added “And I will be paying you this time.”

I laughed, “I’ll do the chores and like before you don’t need to pay me.”

“Nonsense.” she replied. Then she went on, “Could you come over tomorrow? I need the outside of the windows washed on the second floor. I think my usuals are on holiday and it’s been so hot and dusty… and then I was wondering if you could change a shower head for me.”

Smiling, I said “No problem, assuming you’ve got the replacement. Would ten be too early?”

“Yes got it yesterday. That will be fine, Bryn.” was her grinning reply, brandishing a box.

I had a party I was going to that night, and yes, alcohol was involved. I’m not sure what time I arrived home, but I do know that Mum was a bit agitated as she roused me up at about nine, reminding me of having to help Mrs. Fisher today. I groaned as I climbed out of bed, my head pounding as I showered and went downstairs where Mum made me breakfast. Then off to Mrs. Fisher’s. She was all smiles, something I was finding hard to do, as she put me to work. She showed me the ladder, and the bucket and cleaning supplies, and soon I was washing windows. Eight in all, six in front of the house, one on the end, and another three on the rear. Luckily the whole place had modern triple glazed windows so the were no fiddly panes, although it was all Georgian style. I did the front first, before moving to the side, then the rear of the house. I didn’t see her the whole time, and I was doing the one for a bedroom, Murphy’s Law combined with Sods Law …when I saw her once again…it was her bedroom. Surely she must have seen me; the ladder over the panes; my noise climbing, as she walked into the bedroom, wearing that same robe. No reaction, covering and stuff. But this time, she didn’t have it closed in the front and there was a reaction…from me. I stepped down a rung, thinking I was screened behind the inner curtains.

I about fell off the ladder as I caught a brief glimpse of her mature, drooping breasts as she walked to the door to the landing. They were beautiful, even if they did sag a lot. They still stood out from her chest, full and proud. When I remembered to breathe again as she disappeared, I finished the window, and moved to another one. And still, the image of her fine boobs were in my mind. I only had one more window to go, and after getting it done, I climbed down and put the ladder away in the garage, before knocking on the front door. A few seconds went by, until she opened it, now wearing a halter top and a pair of baggier shorts, smiling as he asked “All done with the windows, Bryn?”

“Yes. And you said something about a shower head?” I replied.

Laughing, she opened the door more, and stepped aside, letting me pass through. “Yes, I bought a new shower head for my bathroom. It has a second handheld head on it.”

I stopped as she closed the front door, and said “No problem, this shouldn’t take more than ten minutes.”

She grinned, “Good, because I made you some lunch once you get done.”

I protested, “Oh no, Mrs. Fisher. I can’t.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairs, saying sternly, “Now Bryn, I feel like I’m taking advantage of your good nature.” We started up the stairs, and I was admiring her rear end once more…no scents this time, her legs are not bad, toned. I smiled, as she said “So please allow me to have the pleasure of your company while you eat, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Fisher.”I replied, as she showed me into the very same bedroom I’d glimpsed from the ladder. We entered the en-suite bathroom . She handed me a box, and I opened it, seeing the parts spotting I needed a pair of mole grips. I said “Well, this will be easy, but I need a pair of mole grips from the tool cabinet in the garage.”

She smiled, saying “Well, you know where they’re at. Go ahead and do this, then come have lunch in the kitchen.”

“OK in a jiff.” I chuckled. She followed me back downstairs, and then I went on to the garage. I was right, in ten minutes, I had the old head off, some plumbers tape on the pipe, and the new nozzle on. I tested it and it all worked fine. I cleaned up what little mess I had made, then I headed to the garage to put the tools away, before coming back to the kitchen. She was placing a sandwich down on the table, and a bag of Salt and Vinegar crisps plus a glass of weak lager, as she said “It’s ham and pickle on brown. I hope that’s okay? I made the pickle last winter.” she told me proudly.

She took a seat across from me, and as she settled in, she said “By the way please Bryn, call me Pearl.”

I swallowed then chuckled “Okay Pearl.”

She must have been in a talkative mood, she asked “What’s the joke?”

“Sorry, your name Pearl Fisher, reminds me of an opera.”

“Oh yes of course funny that. My husband was Clement…you know Clem? his pals called him Clam…Clam Fisher sort of funny. So, did you go out and party last night?”

I canlı bahis blushed, “Yes,”

Giggling, she said “I thought so, you looked like you might have had too much to drink.”

“I normally don’t drink that much, Pearl. Just that I was trying to hit on a girl, and I got shot down. So, well yes, I guess I was feeling sorry for myself.” I said.

She frowned, “Yes, I can understand that.” Now what the fuck did she mean by that. “So you don’t have a girlfriend then?”

I shrugged, “No, not at the moment. I had been dating a girl at college, but we broke up a week or so before finals.”

“Was she nice?”

I chuckled, “Yeah, she was.” I pondered for a moment Thora Mogovynem was a Nigerian princess, thin as a rake, philosophy student, smile that never stopped and damn good cock gobbler…oh well.

She blushed, “Oh, I take it you did more than just date then.” My turn to blush, and she said “That’s okay, Bryn. You’re a young man with lots of desires. I’m sure she wasn’t the first, was she?”

I almost choked, as I said “No, she wasn’t.”

She had a sly smile on her face, as she asked. “Are you going on the prowl tonight then?”

“Well, I’m not sure. I mean, I sort of overdid it last night you know.” I stated.

“So tell me, Bryn, if you were to go out tonight, where would you go? I mean, if you were wanting to try picking up some girl.”

This question took me by surprise, and I stuttered, “Well, I, um, not sure. I mean, I usually go to party’s that I’m invited to, or just out on the pull with the lads.”

“I see” she replied, and I noticed a bit of disappointment in her voice. “So what are your plans for the evening?”

I thought for a second, and it hit me, she’s baiting me. “Well, not sure. I mean, where can a bloke go on his own, the lads are all fixed?”

Her face brightened, and she said “Well, I’ve an idea.” And I was just imagining what that could be. “Why don’t you meet me in the car park a Waitrose in Chandlers Ford. Say, at about six-thirty?”

I said “Isn’t that a bit early?” thinking about the upmarket store and late shoppers, the car park is usually rammed then

She laughed, “No, you’ll see.”

I said “Yeah, okay.” as I finished off my lager.

She smiled, rose to her feet, and said “Dress nice, but not too formal. A good pair of jeans and a polo shirt will do nicely.” I stood and she went towards the front door, as she added “I’ll meet you in the car park, left side, okay?”

“Sure Pearl, I’ll be there at six-thirty.” I replied, not knowing if I should hug her or not.

I need not have worried, as she grabbed me and hugged me tightly, whispering into my ear the words “And I’ll sure it will be a very pleasant night for both of us, Bryn.”

I was breathless, as she opened the door and I stepped out into the bright sunlight. Damn! I’ve just arranged a date with a neighbour, a widowed one at that…older than my mother! Lots of things were running through my mind, as I walked on home. When I entered my parents house, Mum asked how things went, and I told her what I had done, and that Mrs. Fisher, I didn’t use her first name, fed me lunch. I also said I was taking a nap, as last night was a bit rough. And I made up some story about meeting the lads for a snack this evening, and then to just shoot the breeze. I promised that I doubted doing heavy drinking.

My nap was long, as I finally woke at about five. I took a long hot shower, and then lounged about the bedroom, bit of You Tube, before finally getting dressed. Yes, I was nervous. Extremely! After all, it’s not often that an opportunity like this comes along. After saying bye to my parents, I was off. It’s only a ten minute drive at most to Waitrose, and I was there at only a quarter-hour past six. Way too early, but I was a bit, well, anxious I guess would be a good word. At six-thirty, no Pearl. Okay, I was more than just anxious. But a minute later, a car pulls across in front of mine, and a window rolled down, and there she was.

“Hello Byrn, come on get in.” I quickly got out of my VW Golf, locked it up and got into her Black Mercedes, shut the door, buckling my seatbelt.

“Why this car park?”

She laughed softly, “Too many people know me in Winchester, Bryn. I took a big enough chance on picking you up here even…you know my job. You hungry?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Yes, sort of.” I replied, a bit nervously.

“All we have time for is a quick drive through, is Burger King okay?” she asked.

“Uh, yes, that’ll be OK.” was my response. I wanted to ask where were we going, but I decided she would tell me in good time. We obviously were not staying too close to the city, or she wouldn’t have been concerned about being seen. Not a word was spoken, until after we had went through the drive-through at Millbrook, Southampton, and we both finished our burgers. I had a lot of time in studying Pearl Fisher in her smart business suit, tan tights, two inch court shoes and the lightly frilled blouse beneath the jacket. I was in, as per instructions, smart casuals, so guessed that she had been on a professional mission, dressed like that. Thirty minutes later, we were on the M27 going West, when she finally spoke, saying “Bryn, this may seem strange to you, but well…”

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After a somber end to the brunch, Karen and Patricia made their farewells, checked out of their room and headed home. Tamara cleared her and Eddy out of their room and transferred up to the suite. She and Margo settled in on a couch in the bedroom to talk. Harry got back from a trip to the toilet to find Margo on the room phone. When she hung up she said, “Harry, I’m taking Tamara to do a little clothes shopping and it looks like Kelly is coming with us. Do you need anything while we’re out?”

“Yes my love, if you can, pick up some liqueurs you think would go well with coffee… I feel many more pots of leaded coming on… a bottle of Bailey’s for sure. Now that the cat’s out of the bag about us buying Tamara for Eddy, we don’t really have to stay here, but we do have the suite for a week, might as well enjoy it.”

The ladies ventured forth leaving him apparently alone in the suite. He wandered into the sitting room and found Carol, sitting in the dimness, tailor-fashion on the floor, her hands folded together in her lap. He sat down across from her and noticed that her eyes were closed. She smiled as she heard him sit.

“Hello, sir.”

“Hello most precious one. May one inquire…?”

“It’s Sunday, I’m talking with God.”

“You’re talking with God.”

She opened her eyes to look at him. “Sir, I don’t know what religion is correct, or if any of them are. But I believe Something, somewhere, was responsible for creation. I happen to believe that It takes an interest in the lives of It’s creations but I have no proof. So on Sundays, out of tradition I suppose, I try to find some time to quietly commune bahis siteleri with that Entity.”

“You mind if I join you?”

“No Harry, I don’t mind at all.”

After awhile, Carol got up and left Harry sitting there. She wandered into the kitchenette and got herself an orange juice. She thought about reading the paper but realized that she really didn’t care. There was nothing in the news she felt particularly compelled to keep track of. Her world was a large one, but its places of import rarely made it into the paper. She decided that a bath was always a good idea, especially if one had a Jacuzzi tub at one’s disposal so she began to run herself one.

In the other room Harry had finished but found he wasn’t ready to get up just yet. There was something he needed to do, something he wanted to do, something it was way past time to do but he found himself reticent to do it. Finally he realized he was stalling, got up and went to grab his cell phone.

* * * * *

“Hey gorgeous, there enough room in that tub for me?”

“Sure Harry, hop in.”

He climbed in to the tub. “You remember me telling you about my sister Nicki?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“I called her this morning. We talked for a bit, I apologized to her, told her about Angie, apologized to her, told her I’d really like to see her, apologized to her, told her next week would be fine, and apologized to her one more time.”

“So she’s coming to visit, in the middle of renovating the bathroom and putting in the pool and hot tub?”

“Yeah, I told her about the state of the house but she wanted to come down anyway. Sounded like she needed to get away for a bit… I figure we’ll put her up in her old room upstairs, if Kelly doesn’t mind taking my old room as hers. That leaves them the upstairs bathroom and the three of us the guest bathroom downstairs. Jesus, that’s gonna be tight for awhile.”

“Yeah Harry,” she said, cuddling up next to him, “but think how glorious the master bath will be when it’s finished.”

Harry caressed her breast. “True, room for all of us to bathe, room for all of us to love, room for all of us to shower… God, it’ll be positively sybaritic.”

“Sybaritic… good word for it… inside of two months it’ll all be finished,” she said.

Harry’s cell phone went off in the other room. He climbed out of the tub, wrapped himself in a towel and went off to answer it.

“Yeah, Eddy… OH SHIT! Oh God man, I am so sorry. It completely slipped both our minds! Oh, please apologize to the two of them for me and I’ll apologize to them too and there’ll be a bonus for them and oh shit I’m really sorry. Okay, we’ll see you when you get here… bye.”

He padded back into the bathroom, his face flushed with embarrassment. “We forgot to mention that at some point in the next week, some gentlemen would be delivering your bequest.”

“Oh no,” she giggled, “so some Italian gentlemen show up and drop something off and Perry and Bevy go on full alert?”

“No, canlı bahis siteleri not exactly… a rather large truck showed up and dropped off 178 small but very heavy crates of vinyl record albums as well as 8 larger crates of electronics equipment and speakers. The boys made sure the smaller crates were ok but they didn’t have the equipment to check out the electronics for bombs or other nasty surprises, so they called Eddy who brought the equipment. It all checked out. As I’m assuming Tony was the gentleman with the vinyl collection you spoke of, it appears you’ve inherited it.”

“Oh my God, Harry. Over five thousand albums, all of them in perfect, or near perfect, condition… a system that can play them with absolute fidelity… a turntable you could fuck next to without disturbing thanks to the vibration dampening set-up… he left me the most precious possessions he had. He left me the only thing he really could, I imagine. Anything else his family would’ve gone batshit and fought in court but they never considered his vinyl to be anything but an old man’s folly of a hobby.”

“Well, Baby Girl, it’s your folly now.” Harry climbed back into the tub. “I’ve never asked about your past much but now seems like a good time to, while we have a soak. Feel like talking about it?”

“I suppose so. You know I left college my freshman year. I was nineteen. I knew how I wanted my life to be and so I went in search of someone to collar me. I ended up owned by a guy named Dick Laney who I’d met while exploring the scene before I left school. He still is pretty much a mover and shaker in certain circles and if you are kind and we make the Fetish Ball this year, I’ll point him out to you. His was the multi-slave harem I was in, so I learned very early that I wasn’t cut out for that kind of service. He was also very generous with his friends and that meant that even though he’s kind of a shithead, he’s got lots of ‘friends’. I think I got loaned out to most of them. I was with him about five months and it felt like five years. It wasn’t that he’s a bad man or a bad owner or a bad Master, I just don’t think he’s a very good one either, and he’s certainly not the one for me. One night we were in The Elysian Fields, a club down on Guadalupe and I’d displeased him somehow, so I was tongue-bathing his boots when this elderly gentleman came up. It was Tony, although we didn’t know it at the time. He seemed very frail and infirm, but confident. He pulled out five grand, put it on the table and bet that against me that he could make Dick shit himself by only saying two words. Dick laughed and said sure, no problem, he’d take the man’s money. They shook on it and Tony said “kill him”.

“All of a sudden Tony’s boys, who nobody had noticed closing in around us all drew down on Dick and he’s staring at all this hardware, none of them more than a foot from his face and he shit himself. Tony picked up his five grand, offered me his hand and told Dick to give one of his boys his address. canlı bahis He said that someone would be by the next day around noon to pick up my stuff and it all better be ready by then. That started my three year relationship with Tony Juliana.”

“Jesus Christ, he took you away from Dick with style.”

“Yeah, Tony had a lot of that type of style. He always said he was old, he’d survived Prohibition and gangland wars, he’d survived his wife and kids, he didn’t have to put up with shit anymore. He said the worst anyone could do to him was kill him and at his age, that wasn’t much of a threat. He knew he didn’t have many years left to him and he’d decided he wanted to see and do a lot of things he wouldn’t have otherwise. He’d always known the whole BDSM scene existed and it interested him but he’d never really explored it. So he’d gone to The Elysian Fields that night and being a gentleman had come to this little pet’s rescue, not understanding really that I didn’t exactly need rescue, although I sure as hell wanted it.

“Luckiest night of my life… for the next two years we went places and met people and saw things… oh, Harry. Anytime you wonder how I know something or where I met someone or how in the world did I ever hear about thus and so, it was probably because of those two years. There was no place his money and reputation couldn’t get us into… and there are some stories I could tell and some stories it’d be better if I didn’t even remember. If we wanted to meet someone or get invited to a certain party, Tony turned on the charm, made with the money, dropped names if he had to and we were in. A lot of times, the charm was all that he needed. He was incredibly well-read and very well-spoken… he wasn’t your typical mobster. He liked to call himself a ‘student of the human condition with a lot of lab experience’. He was a witty, funny man. Which made some of what we saw together even harder to keep a straight face through.

“Harry, you remember that woman, used to be mayor, big in real estate? I’ve seen her kneeling naked, getting a cum shower from twelve men then getting it washed off by a golden shower from the same dicks. And she was the fucking mayor at the time! I’ve seen that Robert Milton guy, the ex-televangelist, gobbling cock like he was at a hot-dog-eating contest and let me tell you, his mouth works just at fast sucking dick as it does preaching and praying.

“There are still places in this town where you can get anything and anyone you want, for a price. There are places where you can watch any sex act you can imagine being performed, or for even more money, join in. I’m pretty sure we saw most of them.

“We went out to a little concrete bunker in the hills one night, watched some people making what was supposed to be a hardcore porn film with some S in Michigan, I knew nobody. When he left I went to work in a Denny’s, earned just enough to keep a roof over my head and while I had food if I was working, I wasn’t working all the time. So, Rick came along and I knew better but I was tired and I was hungry and I wanted out of the life I was in. I’d been with Rick about 7 months when I wandered into the Pearl and saw you trying to drown yourself in alcohol.”

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Ellen is a petite brunette in our office. She has long straight brown hair and big brown eyes. She always wears short, tight skirts and strappy heels to show off her shapely long legs and pretty feet. Some of the in the office guys swear she doesn’t wear panties, just a garter belt and stockings. I always thought it was just the usual response to a sexy woman that doesn’t sleep around the office.

One afternoon, I was working overtime on a project. The office was almost empty when Ellen came by my cubical. “I’m having a problem with my computer, could you help me out?”

“Sure,” I replied, “I would be happy to help you.”

We walked back to her corner cubical. “There’s a cable disconnected from my machine and I don’t know where it’s supposed to plug in.

I got down on my knees and crawled under the desk. Sure enough, there was the loose cable. I reconnected it and asked her to try it.

“Oh, hey, that works great! Thank you so much.”

I rolled over and started to slide out from under the desk. “Is there anything else I can help out with?”

As I came out from under the desk, I saw Ellen sitting down, her chair blocking my way out. My gaze started with her feet, her nails painted a sexy red, wrapped in black heels that accented her delicate arches and circled her ankles in wide buckled bands. Her shapely calves tensed and parted as my eyes rose until I could see all the way up her skirt and, just as the rumor mill said, she was not wearing any panties. Her trimmed brown hair formed a soft wedge that closely matched a tan line created by what must have been a very tiny thong. My cock stiffened at the sight.

“Well, there are a couple of other connections you could check,” Ellen said, with a sly look on her face. She winked at me and spread her legs a little wider, while drawing her skirt up with one hand. She slid a foot between my legs and rubbed it over the bulge in my pants, her toes wriggling against my hard shaft. “Maybe I need something else plugged in.”

“Let me see what I can do,” I said as I sat up and pulled her chair to me. Her bahis şirketleri pussy was only inches from my face now and I could smell its sweet, musky aroma. I leaned into her crotch and ran my tongue over her slit.

“Ooh, that feels so good. Eat my pussy. Oh, yes that’s it!” Ellen said in a breathy voice and slid her ass forward in the chair, giving me full access to her sweet pussy.

I plunged my tongue between her labia and began to lick her from top to bottom.

“Lick me, lick me, stick your tongue in my pussy,” she moaned.

I slid my tongue into her as far as I could and rubbed my nose against her clit. I could taste her honey as it began to flow and lapped hungrily at her sweet juices.

“Oh yes! Oh; oh, oh, oh; yes!”

Ellen started to writhe, grinding her hips on the chair, pushing her pussy into face. I responded by sliding my tongue down her slit and around her little pink rosebud. I paused then pushed my tongue up into her.

Ellen squealed and squirmed as I felt her sphincter pulse and grab at my intruding tongue. Her hands gripped my head forcing my tongue in deeper.

“Ooh!” She gasped in a breathy voice, “You are such a bad boy; sticking your tongue in my ass! Ooh; yes; yes!

I rammed my tongue in and out of her, rimming and reaming as she squirmed and moaned, her hands gripping the back of my head, forcing my nose against her clit.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, I’m going to come! Ooh; ream my ass with your tongue.”

I reached up and rubbed her clit with my fingers. Her hips shuddered and bucked in the chair.

She gasped, her breathing ragged, “I’m coming! I’m coming! Ooh, ooh, ooh; ah!”

She jammed a fist in her mouth to keep from crying out. I continued to rub her clit and lick her asshole and as she rode the waves of her orgasm, I could hear moans and whimpers escape around her fingers.

I gently licked Ellen’s pussy until she calmed down. Then I sat back and watched her. She sprawled in her chair, the rosy flush of her orgasm full in her face and her big brown eyes wide with astonishment. She looked stunning.

“Where bahis firmaları did you learn to do that? That was so intense I thought I was going to fall out of the chair!” Ellen said in wide-eyed wonder.

“Oh, I saw it in a movie once, or twice. You certainly seemed to enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it? I loved it so much I’m going to take you home and chain you to my bed so I can have more whenever I want.” Ellen said with a grin. “But there is something I want now!”

Ellen stood up and helped me up. She kissed me lustily, forcing her tongue into my mouth as her hands fondled my ass. Then she gently pushed me down in her chair, bent down, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled out my aching cock. It was hard as a rock and pre-come bubbled and seeped from the tip as her hands fondled my shaft. I could now see down her blouse to her shapely breasts, unfettered by a bra and capped by stiff pink nipples.

Ellen looked up at me and asked, “Do you like the view?”

I replied, “Very much, can I get a closer look?”

Ellen stood up and placed her foot on the chair under my throbbing cock. Her toes caressed my balls as my pre-come dripped over them. She unbuttoned her blouse, leaned over, and clasping her arms around my head, pulled me to her breasts. I tongued her stiff nipples, sucking one, and then the other. She sighed and wiggled her now slippery toes against my shaft. One at a time, I sucked each breast as far into my mouth as I could and pressed and flicked the nipple with my tongue. Ellen’s eyes fluttered closed, she moaned, and sagged against me, her foot buckling off the chair as another orgasm washed over her. I caught her and slowly lowered her to her knees in front of me.

“Are you alright?” I asked as she rested her head in my lap.

Ellen looked up at me and sighed, “I’m fine, but I thought I was going to pass out for a moment.” Her eyes locked on my cock, inches from her face and dripping pre-come.

“Mm.” she said and grasped the shaft with one hand, “Now it’s your turn.”

She slipped the head of my cock into her mouth and gently kaçak bahis siteleri sucked me, running her tongue around the rim. Then, ever so slowly, she slid her mouth down over my shaft until my entire cock disappeared inside her. Her lips touched the base of my cock and she moaned deep in her throat. I saw colors explode before my eyes and I drew a ragged breath as her throat pulsed around my buried shaft.

“Oh Ellen, that feels,” I gasped, “wonderful!”

Ellen looked up at me with her big brown eyes and winked. She slowly slid my cock out of her throat. My cock dripped thick strings of saliva and she stroked the slick shaft with one hand, as she grinned up at me.

“I know a few tricks myself,” Ellen said sweetly. Then, in a very seductive voice she added, “I’m going to make you come now. Come in my mouth!”

I twitched involuntarily at the thought. “Okay.” was all I managed to say.

Ellen slid her mouth down my cock to the base again, the muscles of her throat clasping the swollen head. I felt her tongue gliding around the hard shaft as it slid past. She slid back up until only the head remained between her red lips. Ellen grasped the slippery shaft and pumped it slowly as her tongue flicked rapidly around the base of the head.

I squirmed in the chair as the delicious sensations coursed through me like electricity, building in intensity until I could feel a pulsing start deep in my groin.

Ellen must have felt it also. She slid her mouth back down my shaft until her lips brushed my balls, swallowing convulsively.

That was the trigger that pushed me over the edge. I grasped the sides of the chair as spasms forced my hips to buck, pumping spurts of come down Ellen’s throat. I clenched my teeth, trying not to cry out, as she swallowed, each contraction generating another spasm until I thought my balls would turn inside out. I finally grasped her head and gently pulled her up off my cock before I passed out.

Ellen looked up at me, licking her lips. “Thanks for plugging me in,” she purred contentedly.

“Anytime,” I said weakly, feeling numb from the waist down, “anytime at all.”

With a mischievous look in her eyes, Ellen replied, “Now that you mention it, I have been having some trouble with my home computer.”

…what you gonna do in those shoes?

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Cammie Nellton is a 29 year old secretary at Swan Davers Investigation for Jasper Swan and Caleb Davers. Caleb has asked her out a few times in the 2 years she has been working there and she has accept only a couple of times. Every day she hopes that will be the day that Jasper will notice her but she has finally given up and decided to take actions into her own hands.

She told both Caleb and Jasper that she had a doctor’s appointment after lunch and wouldn’t be there for the rest of the day. She left first for lunch and sat I her car across the street from their office waiting for both of them to leave. When they were both gone she left her car across the street and slipped back in the building and into Jasper’s office.

In anticipation of her plans she was wearing a short chocolate pencil skirt that made her legs look longer with a silk cream colored blouse with a red lace bra and matching thong with a red garter belt that was holding up her black thigh highs. When she got in his office she went to a mirror on the wall that was for decoration and took her long wavy chestnut brown hair down and ran her fingers though it in the light she could see the red tint in her new wild looking hair. She took in her slightly tanned skin and quickly applied some makeup to give her emerald green eyes more of a smokey mysterious look and dark red lip stick with a hint of gloss. She was a little nervous this was her first time to try to seduce someone who seemed not to notice her. Satisfied that she looked very much like a seductress and hopefully appealing she went to sit in his chair at his desk and wait.

Jasper was on his way back to the office and for some reason couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Cammie but what was new he was always thinking about her. He supposed it was a good thing she wasn’t going to be there when he got back she was driving him more nuts than normal today with the way she was dressed and he could see a hint of a sexy red lace bra under her cream colored silk blouse or was that just his imagination, red had always been his favorite color on a woman and he knew she would look killer in it. Oh well, he would never find out he knew Caleb was interested and she had taken him up a few times so she was obviously interested in him to so he wouldn’t poach.

As he got to the office and got out of his car he realized as normal that thought s of Cammie had given him a hard on if he couldn’t stop thinking of her soon he would have to spend the rest of the day behind his desk. So as he walked back to his office he tried to think of some of the cases he was working on but Cammie in red undies bent over his desk kept popping in his head.

As he opened the door to his office he noticed that the window blinds were closed and the room was dark he didn’t remember closing them. Then, before he could kaçak iddaa turn the light on he thought he caught a whiff of the sweet perfume Cammie wore but wrote it off as a figment of his imagination. He hit the light switch and as he looked back at his desk his chair was facing away from him and slowly turning. He immediately got ready for a fight but when the person in his chair came into view he froze in shock as he heard her silky voice.

“I have been waiting for you Jasper.” Cammie said with come hither smile.

“God if this is a dream don’t let me wake up.” Jasper whispered.

He knew it had to be a dream she was wearing the same thing she was before lunch but her hair was down he had never seen her with her hair down before, it looked like an erotic mix of earth and flame haloing the most seductively angelic face he had ever seen. He also noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned just a bit further and he was sure now the she was wearing red under her clothes. He swallowed audibly.

She stood up and walked toward him swaying her hips in the most seductive rhythm.

“I am tired of waiting Jasper it’s time you took notice. I want you and I will have you I am not waiting any more I will have you Jasper I will have you now.” She practically purred.

He stood there in stupor and one question popped in mind.

“What about Caleb?” He asked hoarsely he has never in all his 32 years been as hard as he was right now.

She looked confused as she asked, “What about him?”

“Well you have gone out with him aren’t you in the wrong office?” He asked.

She laughed then, “Jasper you poor blind fool you, I am in the right office I went out with him hoping to get your attention.” She responded.

It was his turn to look confused now as she walked toward him again. Now only inches from him she placed her hand on his shoulders and looked up with a smoldering look in her eyes.

“Don’t you want me to be here?” She asked a little unsure of herself now.

He didn’t respond he simply pulled her tightly against him and kissed her with all the pent up passion he had been hiding. Her fingers curled into his slightly unkept black hair and pulled him closer as she started to rub against him.

He was sure he was in heaven now, no way could life feel this good he didn’t know how he had died and he didn’t care as long as she stayed there. He heard a noise from the outer office but didn’t care till she pulled away.

“Caleb’s coming.” She said turning around and heading for his desk.

“Jasper you’re not going to believe this.” Caleb was grumbling.

Cammie pushed Jasper down into his chair and slipped under his desk pulling his chair in so that she was between his legs and his hard cock in plain view pressing against his black slacks. Just then the office door opened and Caleb walked kaçak bahis in.

“Man we are so fucked,” Caleb started complain taking a sit just as Jasper felt Cammie’s hand rubbing on his cock, “This temp service couldn’t find anyone to come fill in for Cammie this afternoon. I wish we could call her and tell her to reschedule till we can find a temp.” He continued.

Jasper was having trouble focusing on what Caleb was saying and even more trouble trying to keep a natural look as he felt Cammie unzip his slacks and free his hard throbbing cock. Caleb was still talking but Jasper couldn’t make out the words as he felt her light velvety touch stroke him. Just when he thought he could refocus on Caleb he felt her warm, wet, silky mouth wrap around the head of his cock and instinctive jumped and took in a shocked breath. Immediately he started coughing trying to cover his reaction. Caleb gave him a worried look.

“Man are you ok?” Caleb asked standing up looking like he was going to move closer.

Jasper quickly nodded and motioned for him to sit down.

“I sorry what were you saying?” Jasper choked trying to think of a way to get Caleb the hell out of his office.

“What are we going to do about the phones?” Caleb continued.

It took Jasper a minute to remember what they had been talking about as he could feel Cammie’s mouth sliding up and down his cock.

“Answer them ourselves we’re not imbeciles we can answer a few phone calls.” He replied.

“I guess your right. Well, I guess we should get back to work.” Caleb responded and stood to walk out the door.

As soon as Caleb was out the door and Jasper heard him go to his own office he slid out from his desk jerked Cammie out from under it by her shoulders making her stand as he did.

“Woman I am going to kill you.” He said in a menacing voice as she laughed.

Then he kissed her hard and punishing crushing her to him. Then without warning her turned her around and forced her to bend over his desk almost out of his mind with lust.

“Stay.” He barked at her as he moved to lock his office door and she laughed in delight while staying as he had commanded.

He came back around behind her without a word and forced her skirt up and over her hips. He let you a low growl as he saw her perfectly firm shaped ass in a lacey red thong outline by a matching garter belt. He took only a second to enjoy the view before he reached down and ripped the thong clean off her. He held the thong to his face and let out another growl as he got the scent of her sweet arousal and could feel the dampness of the panties. Without a second thought he took his long hard cock in his hand guided his cock to her steaming hot, wet cunt then rammed it in to her.

She gasped in pleasure as he claimed in that one rough primal thrust. He could tell she illegal bahis was already close to climax but he had to stop for a moment she was so wet and tight. He could feel her inner walls gripping him as he stayed still for a moment let her adjust to his size. He wanted her more than anything but he didn’t want to hurt her.

Without warning he pulled back till he was almost all the way out of her and when she whimpered in protest to losing the feel of his long, hot, hard cock deep inside her he rammed back in again. This time he didn’t pause the friction was too sweet to wait. Slow and hard he started pumping his cock into. Her moans of pleasure were becoming more intense her inner muscles getting tighter around his cock she was so close. He wanted her to come this way first. He leaned over her never breaking the rhythm and started to stroke her clit with his fingers while he pumped into her.

“Come for me Cammie. Let me hear you come for me.” He whispered roughly in her ear.

As if on command she through her head back and screamed his name as he felt her inner muscles spasm around him in silky steal grasp. He moan roughly loving the feel of her juice flow around his cock. The he pulled out of her and sat in his chair that was right behind him he spun her around to face him and pulled her onto his cock without warning.

“Ride me.” He demanded, “Show me how much you want me.”

She immediately obeyed and started rocking on his cock her head tilted back. He moved his hands all over her at once need to feel her skin under his hand he ripped her blouse open and sucked in a breath at the sight of her creamy firm breast supported by red lace. He pulled the cups of her bra down so that he could see her rosy nipples and watch her breast pounce as she continued to ride him. He wanted to taste her and could think of no reason to deny himself he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She gripped his hair in her hands and held him closer to her as she through her head back farther and screamed his name as she came for him again. He watched in awe he had never seen a woman more erotic then the one rocking his world as she rode him.

He could feel himself getting closer and grasped her hips in his hands rocking her as hard and has fast as he could. He had never felt anything so consuming like a wild fire spreading through him. He could feel her getting closer he wanted her to come one more time to come with her.

“Come with me. Just one more time.” He whispered.

As he took her mouth he felt her orgasm start and let himself go as they screamed into each others’ mouths as they came together riding the wave of ecstasy. As the waves died down he buried his face in her neck lightly kissing her.

“I ruined you shirt.” He whispered and she giggled.

“You can buy me a new one.” He replied.

“On one condition.” He said.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“We set the office on fire like this at least once a day from now on.” He replied smiling.

“Deal.” She laughed.

THE END

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