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Of all the times in my life when I needed to be wanted, this was one of them. I had been thinking of leaving my wife for some time now as she was not measuring up to what she had promised with her vow’s and declarations of undying love. The love and lovemaking had died shortly after the wedding, proving that wedding cake was indeed the one food guaranteed to destroy a woman’s sex drive. It was this decision that lead up to the following story.

I finally decided that I needed a change, of scenery, and companionship, so when a long time friend of mine suggested I consider relocating to the southern part of our state and work for him, I began immediately to move in that direction. The first step was to find suitable housing. I had been talking with friends about the move, and they told me that their daughter was in real estate in that area, and would be happy to show me some property. I had met their daughter once and it was with fond anticipation that I thought of the chance to be in this lovely creature’s presence. She had been a model and owned an agency for a time prior to her current, very successful, career in real estate. She had a captivating smile, and hazel eyes. Her figure was the curvy voluptuous kind that I was particularly fond of, topped off with spectacular breasts. As you can see, I was looking forward to seeing her again. I might add that she and I are close in age, with me being just under a year older than her. My friends, her parents, are quite a bit older than I.

The drive placed me there at around 11:00 in the morning, and when I had arrived at her office, Kristen greeted me warmly with a hand shake that seemed to linger a bit longer than necessary. Or was it my imagination, fueled by desire? At any rate, she showed me sheets, and photo’s of several listings that she was prepared to show me.

We decided to take her car and left the office, with me trailing a bit behind her on the walk in order to admire her figure from behind. Attired in form fitting Levis, high heeled boots, and an equally form fitting gold colored top that glittered with tiny sparkles at every movement. She had my attention, more than any woman had in any of my memories, recent or otherwise. At that point, I had decided that she was indeed the most beautiful woman I had ever met in my life.

Off we went, in search of the perfect house for me to begin my new life in, house after house, we entered, she showed me from room to room, I watched her lips as she spoke and determined that they were indeed very sensual indeed. She was an absolute lady, the consummate vision of all business. It did little to dissuade my desires for her to be so involved in the task at hand, however, the placement of a couple of mirrors in one house did allow me to take note of her checking me out when she thought she was safely behind me. Since I had seen that, I did my best to maneuver myself into close proximity with her in several rooms of the next houses. I afforded myself every opportunity to touch her back as we walked out to the car and I opened her door for her. There was so much I longed to do, and yet she had not openly shown any desire for me until the last house we were to see. “This is my favorite house of all the houses for sale in the area.” She said as she opened the door to a spacious furnished living room, with a large over stuffed couch. “This house is just the way I would want one if I were etimesgut escort having one built!” She said becoming a bit less reserved as she lead me through the home. The master suite had a large wrought-iron bed sitting diagonally in a corner of the room, and off the master suite the master bath with the large Jacuzzi tub. “Built just right for fun and relaxation, wouldn’t you say?” I asked, trying to see what she thought was so perfect about the house. “It does have limitless possibilities, doesn’t it.” She replied, looking up into my eyes with a bit of a mischievous grin. “Several do come to mind at the moment.” I said smiling back at her. She seemed to realize where she was and her business face came back on as she squeezed past me out into the Master Suite, the scent wafting from her as she passed was hypnotic. I watched as she exited the room and headed back into the living room, the gently swinging walk and the confidence of not looking back to see if I was following. Dutifully I followed her into the living room and then sat down on the couch. She turned to face me and said, “Well, what are your thoughts?” “I do believe you are the most captivating woman I have ever met.” Was my answer. Her face seemed to flush as she tried to maintain her composure and formulate a reply. She crossed to the couch and sat down closer to me than was necessary and softly she spoke. “Thank you, but I was referring to the houses.” Smiling I said, “You didn’t specify, so I suppose I should suggest not asking a question if you don’t want the answer.” “Oh,” she replied, “I loved the answer, it was just not what I expected, I have been trying to keep my mind on Real Estate all day, and you are not making it any easier.” At last, I thought, a glimmer of hope, I reached out to touch her hand and clasped it in mine, I smiled and leaned toward her, she looked up at me and sighed a sigh of resignation as our lips met. A gentle kiss, then we parted just millimeters, then another kiss more forceful this time, parting again she looked into my eyes, “yes,” she breathed in answer to an unspoken question, I brought my left hand up to caress her neck as I kissed her again, this time her supple lips opened to allow my tongue entry.

There was no experimentation in the kiss this time, our lips were melding together as if they had always been together. Deep, soul kissing, thrilling me to the core, I could feel her breath on my neck as we moved from the kiss into a gentle hug. Holding me tight she kissed my neck and ran her hands up and down my back, I bent to kiss her neck at the gentle curve between her neck and shoulder, this time running my hand up under the top she was wearing letting my fingers trail across her bare skin, she arched her back against me and began to tremble….another kiss and I felt her relax into my arms. I explored further under her top and encountered her bra, I touched it’s strap, pulling it from her skin and I leaned back to look in her eyes, her unspoken permission lead to a quick unhooking process followed by my lifting both her top and bra up and over her head. I was right, the view was spectacular and as I bent to kiss them she again trembled and then shuddered….kissing first one and then the other, letting my lips trace circles around each one and then kneeling in front of her I took first the left nipple in my mouth and gently sucked etlik escort on it, then moved to the right. They both began to stiffen as her breathing increased, her hands tangled in my hair, leading my lips from one to the other and back again. “I have never felt like this, or done anything like this before in my life.” She whispered, “But I want to do it so much, why is this happening to me?” I just continued to kiss her breasts and stomach but I did look up and say, “I don’t know why it is happening but I am very pleased that it is.”

Standing I pulled her up to me and we embraced, she tore open my shirt and pressed her bare breasts against me, my erection hard against her abdomen and her nipples stiff against my chest. Kissing her again, I looked at her, “The owners of this house are out of the country right now.” She said, and I replied, “Good, then they won’t mind us borrowing their bed will they?” With that she scooped up her clothing from where it had fallen and headed back into the bedroom, as she was turning down the bed, I moved up behind her and putting my hands down in front of her unzipped and unbuttoned her levis pushing them down over her hips and down to the floor, then turning her around I lowered her to the bed and began anew kissing my way down her stomach to the lovely patch of hair that hid what I was most hoping to taste. Lying across the bed, with her feet dangling the sight of her took my breath away. I moved to the floor and removed her boots and Levis completely, revealing her entire body in all it’s beauty.

To say I was attracted to her would have been a gross understatement, I wanted her with a consuming desire that was greater than I could imagine, I knelt between her legs and kissing inside her knees began trailing kisses up to her womanhood, the heady scent of her desire permeated my senses as my lips closed on her mount of Venus. Her sharp intake of breath showed that I had encountered her most erogenous zone as I slipped my tongue up between her lips and began encircling her clit with it. The little nub stood up proudly as I inserted the tip of my tongue under the hood to lightly tickle it and lick it, then using my teeth to push the hood back out of the way, I closed my lips around the tip and ever so gently sent her into orbit. “Oh, yessss, mmmmm, yessss.” She alternated between little moans and cries of delight, and I brought her to another orgasm, her thighs on either side of my head squeezing as her hands tangled in my hair, I could feel her reaching for a grand mall orgasm and as she did, I slowed the action of my tongue down the building of it was intense, she pulled me against her, grinding up against my face as I continued to suck on her clit, then I stuck my tongue as far into her soaking pussy as it would go and then dragged it up across her clit again, this time flattening out my tongue over her clit and moving it back and forth as she began to gasp out the sounds of her final climax, then in order to send her over the top, I closed my lips around her clit and, as if it were a cock I began sucking it into my mouth and pushing it out, in and out, my lips closed around it. Her legs open as far as they would she rocked against my face until her climax hit, when it did I slipped a wet finger into her bottom and she surged over the top into a gut wrench orgasm……”nnnnngggggggg, I’m there, I’m there, oh, stop, eve gelen escort I can’t take any more……ohhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmm, more…..ohhhhhhh, yesssssssss!!!!!!” Then she collapsed, I could feel her release of all tension as I moved up onto the bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her, I held her, gently kissing her forehead as her breathing began to return to normal.

The first sign of her stirring was her hand on my stomach, lightly running through the hair there, and then down inside my slacks where she encountered my erection, stroking it gently she began kissing my nipples and circling them with her tongue, then removing her hand from erection she unzipped and unbuttoned my slacks and opened them to reveal my blood engorged member waiting, not too patiently, for more attention. “One good turn deserves another.” She said as she moved her lips down my torso and engulfed my hard cock with her hot mouth, I was so hot, it was next to impossible to keep from filling her mouth with my hot cum instantly, but somehow I withheld, her lips traveling up and down, gently, then more firmly as her left hand caressed my balls. I am not huge by most standards, a little over 7 inches in length but almost 6 inches in circumference, her mouth was stretching as it worked me in and out I could feel my self running into the back of her throat and she would then take her mouth off of me and lick the entire length of the underside before engulfing me again. Suddenly, she stopped, stood up and with a look of pure lust bent down and stripped me the rest of the way and then climbed on top of me. Positioning my cock at her entrance, she impaled herself on it with one quick downward motion.

The woman on top has always been one of my favorite positions, but it became my all time favorite, that afternoon, with that woman. It is so sensual to watch the female body move and writhe over you as she struggles to get you ever deeper into her, but to watch the lovely creation close her eyes, and slowly grind her pelvis in circles with my cock buried deep within her was indeed a sight to behold. My hands were resting on the slight flare of her hips, my cock deep within her, she opened her eyes and looked down at me, her nostrils flared as she increased her pace, circling, around and around, then up, sliding up my length until I almost came out and then down again with a force strong enough to expel the breath from both our lungs, her pace increased again, leaning down on her hands one on either side of me, her full breasts swaying with her movement as her body used me and I began thrusting up against her, breathing fierce, hammering me, our lips met, hers crushing mine, our breathing labored and ragged, then a keening cry from her lips as she began to shudder, her pussy convulsing around me as she poured herself onto me and I could hold back no longer, flooding her insides with my hot sperm, she ground down on me and held me tight, as I emptied my insides into her, she showered my face with kisses, my lips, biting me, kissing me, shuddering through the aftermath of another climax, we held each other, coupled together, we slept, when we awoke it was dark, the afternoon had melted into evening, and she began to move on me again, my semi-erect cock still buried deep within her began to stiffen as she raised up on her elbows, she smiled and said. “What are your thoughts?” I said, “I think you are the most captivating woman I have ever met, and, I think I am going to like it here.”

This story like many of my stories has it’s basis in fact in my life, as to which parts are true, I will leave that to your imagination, the better your imagination, the better. I hope you have enjoyed it, and I do appreciate all the feedback, thanks so much for taking the time to read this.

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Chapter Five All Together In The All Together

“That story makes me tingly all over, you know.”

“As in nervous tingly or horny tingly?”

“Both, I suppose. It does make me very turned on, although I’m not sure I can be quite as wanton as your fantasy suggests.”

“I bet you could. I’ve seen your exhibitionist side a few times so I’m pretty sure you would play this part exactly the way I’ve scripted it.”

“Hmmmm, I don’t know but I’m always willing to try, sweetie,” you say, smiling broadly. “There’s always the washroom.”

“Yes, but not yet. What I wonder is whether you would do it if you knew, absolutely, someone was watching, say like on a stage or a movie set or something.”

“Oh gawd, no. Not a chance. I don’t see sex as a performance. I see it as an act of love between you and me. If someone accidentally – or even a little bit on purpose – sees us, well I don’t have a problem with that and, truth to tell, maybe I rather enjoy it. But to just blatantly make love in public for someone else’s enjoyment, no I’m not interested.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“No, I don’t think so. A little erotic exhibitionism is one thing – and, okay, I admit that does turn me on. But deliberately seeking it out. No, that’s not me.”

“Okay, we’ll put you down as undecided on that question. How about sex outdoors?”

“Well, you know I love that, sweetie. Where did you have in mind.”

“Well I’ve told you about this fantasy before and we’ve actually done it more or less but it still ranks up there with my best.”

“Let me guess,” you say, taking my hand. “The banks of the Salmon River.”

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There is something both very innocent and very sensuous about making love outdoors in broad daylight. Maybe because, on the one hand, it’s sort of like little kids discovering each other’s bodies on the playground – “I’ll show you mine if you show me çukurambar escort yours” – and maybe, on the other hand, because it’s so liberating to be naked in the sunshine.

Today we’ve decided to play hokey from work since it is your birthday. It’s a warm, clear, bright late morning in mid-July as we pack a light picnic lunch and a bottle of chilled Chardonnay in the cooler, stuff a tartan blanket in a bag and head for the great outdoors.

We are not going far, at least in terms of distance. But a discovery I made while shooting a little movie along the river a few years ago revealed some picturesque locations that feel hundreds of miles from civilization.

Of course there’s always the chance we could get caught since if I discovered this place so could others. But my experience has been the spot we’re heading to now is secluded and very private despite being almost in the centre of a city. And that’s what we want – seclusion and privacy and outdoors and semi-public, if that’s not all a ridiculous contradiction. It’s really not.

We park the four-by-four on a residential side street and walk about 10 minutes along a pathway near the river. Where the path climbs a hill, however, we take the low road, a narrow weedy trail that leads to a broad grassy field and then down a bank to a small patch of grass surrounded mostly by trees. In front of us is a backwater of the river. And although I filmed in this located for several days the only person I ever saw was a fly fisherman. He’s not with us today.

Because it’s a warm day we’re dressed in summer gear – Bermuda shorts, T-shirts and sandals. You’re not wearing a bra (you racy little devil) and I rather doubt you’ve got underpants on either. Well, neither have I.

We spread the blanket on the grass and I open the wine as you check out our surroundings, just to make sure we haven’t wandered into demetevler escort a police trap. But there’s no one around but the birds and the bees; in fact we can hardly even hear the sounds of the city around us.

“I would like to take your clothes off,” I say as we kiss standing beside the water. “I want to see you absolutely naked and then I want to kiss every inch of your lovely skin.”

“Well, I want you naked, too.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

I pull your T-shirt over your head and bend to suckle on one of your magnificent breasts. As they say, you’ve got great tits, baby – even if you don’t like to use that word – but for some reason they look even more spectacular when they are exposed outdoors.

You pull my T-shirt over my head and then we crush together, your bare breasts against my bare chest in a French-kissing writhing dance of rising passion.

I fiddle with your shorts, finally unhinge the button and release the zipper and push them over your hips. They slip to your feet and you step out, kicking them onto the blanket. I kneel in front of you tracing my lips across your belly and hips and thighs and then take a long swipe with my tongue along the slash of your pussy. Your hand runs through my hair.

When I stand up you undo my shorts and push them down and now I’m as naked as you are. Once more we embrace with erotic longing and then you kiss your way down my body until your warm mouth finds my cock hard and straight.

But we’re not quite totally undressed yet. I pull you to your feet and remove your gold chain necklace and watch. You remove mine. Now we are as much in our birthday suits as we can possibly be – which is only appropriate given the occasion we are celebrating.

Hand-in-hand we walk around our little grassy space, feeling totally free and uninhibited, the way nature intended. dikmen escort As I look at you I marvel at how beautiful your body is and I feel my cock grow even more.

“What are you looking at?” you ask.

“At you, sweetie. Gawd you’re gorgeous without clothes on. You make me so fucking horny,” I respond. “I wonder if our ancestors wandering around like this. It just makes me want to bend you over and ravage you from behind.”

In two quick steps you close the distance between us, wrapping me in your arms.

“Do me that way, the way you want.”

You turn and bend over with your hands on the ground. I waste not a moment on further niceties. I move behind you and shove my hard cock deep into your pussy, which fortunately is soaking wet and totally receptive to my sudden advance. Suddenly I feel, well, primal.

“Oh gawd yes,” you urge, “take me hard, sweetie, give it to me.”

I grab your tits for support. I bang away with urgency into your hot little cunt. You rock against me, pushing me deeper and deeper into you pussy with each thrust. I feel the pleasure well up in my loins. I’m going to cum soon. Oh gawd, I’m . . . going . . . to . . . cum . . . NOW.

But just as I start to pump my sticky semen I pull out of you and splash my load across your ass and up your back, jacking myself off until my cock is limp. I collapse behind you, breathing hard against your bum.

The move quite stuns you. You remain bent over for several seconds as I hug your hips before standing up. Gobs of cum run down your back and into the crack of your ass.

“Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know. Seemed like the thing to do,” I say, holding you tight and kissing your belly. “Sort of primitive – early birthcontrol.”

“Well, I quite liked it. What do you do for an encore, oh cave man.”

I stand up and rub the cum across your ass and down the crack to your pussy as you grind against my softened cock.

“I think this cave man would say: Me eatum now.”

And with that I push you down onto the blanket and, as promised, lick every inch of your soft, smooth skin before spreading your legs to enjoy a wonderful feast of fresh pussy in the great outdoors.

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A couple of decades ago, I wrote a series of stories as a kind of therapy while my too-young marriage was falling apart. I’ve adapted them for Literotica, but they are little-changed. The writing style is a bit immature, the situations a little unbelievable, so be patient. Of course, they are fiction and of course the names have been changed.

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1. Stranded Relations

I had just jumped into my car after work and was out of there. Since I was in the middle of two lonely months at home alone, I decided to pay a surprise visit on my parents.

Driving along the road in front of where I worked, I spotted my brother in law’s fiancée, standing by her car, bonnet open. She worked in the university across the road from where I worked, so I occasionally saw her on my way home from work.

She was a year or so younger than me; a nice girl, quiet. I felt a bit sorry for her. It was no easy time, being part of my wife’s family. And Mark knew how to spend money on expensive gifts for her but not how to be intimate with her or to properly love her. The family thought her demeanour was ingratitude for his gifts, but I thought it was sadness at their lack of closeness.

I stopped to see if I could help.

“Actually, what I would really like”, she said “is just a lift home. I’m really tired and I can always send dad out to get the car. “

It seemed logical to me at the time, so I threw my bag in the back and she got into my car.

“Thanks for this,” she said, placing a hand on my thigh.

When we arrived at her place, she invited me in for a cup of coffee. Being the end of a hard day, I accepted the invitation. We went into the kitchen where she pulled out two cups, dropped some instant coffee in each and turned on the kettle.

“I’ll just dump my bag upstairs and change out of these work clothes,” she said, disappearing up the stairs that led to her upstairs bedroom and sitting area.

“Nice arse!” I thought as I watched her jeans-clad rear-end ascend the stairs.

I had just finished pouring milk into the coffee when I heard her coming down again. I turned around to see her. She wore a thin white linen shirt, not buttoned, just knotted, against which her taut nipples not only pressed, but whose darker colour could be easily made out through the thin material. She had beautiful large D-cup breasts, perfectly shaped, and her nipples were at this moment very tight, sticking out maybe a centimetre or more.

The soft, white flesh of her torso was bare. Her navel held my attention for some time.

Below that she wore a very short, light blue satin wraparound skirt – very short. Accessories were white stiletto heels, white lace-topped stockings held by white suspenders, all out in the open due to the extremely short skirt, and, as she stepped one by one down the stairs, the occasional glimpse of white lacey knickers.

“Great!” she said, seeing that I had made the coffee, “bring those upstairs could you?”

I picked up the cups and carefully followed her at a safe distance up the stairs, her arse wiggling voluptuously in front of me. Halfway up the stairs she stopped and bent over to pick up a conveniently placed five cent piece, affording me a view that assured I became aware of the fact that the white knickers were of the minimalist G-string variety.

“How about that?” she said “I’m rich. ”

At the top of the stairs she motioned me towards the sofa, where I sat down and put the coffees on the table. She went over to the window and opened the blinds and the sun streamed into the room.

The upstairs consisted of a large sitting room with her bedroom off of it, housing a walk in robe and en suite bathroom. I had toured it once before during a family visit, it was all very private from the rest of the house, which she shared with her parents.

She kicked off her stilettos and sat down on the sofa next to me, folding one leg under herself and stretching the other out.

As we chatted for a while and drank our coffee, she moved closer and closer to me, until her arm was on the back of the sofa behind my head. Suddenly she leaned right into me and planted her mouth on mine. I pushed her slightly way, but she wouldn’t relent, until I started kissing back. Our mouths opened and we were soon attacking each other, tongues grappling. My arms held her shoulders, hers the back of my head and neck.

However, I did resist again. I pushed her off of me and said, “No, no, we can’t do this. I’m married, you’re engaged. God, we’ll be related soon. “

She smiled and said “not by blood!” as she untied the knot in her shirt.

“Just this once, I swear. No one will ever know, I promise,” she breathed as she fell back on top of me, her shirt billowing open to expose her glorious tits.

Our lips locked together again and our mouths intermingled furiously. I pushed her shirt from her left shoulder and began to kiss her neck, her earlobe, her neck again, then her bare shoulder. I looked up at her ofise gelen escort and our mouths met again, tongues exploring deep into each other’s throat. As we pashed, I pushed the shirt from her right shoulder. She unwrapped herself from around me and, without our mouths stopping their work, threw her arms back and extricated herself completely from her shirt.

We continued to work at each other. I had one hand in the small of her back and the other on her chest as she unbuttoned my shirt. That hand slipped down and held her breast, gently squeezing the flesh and rolling the nipple softly between thumb and forefinger.

She had me unbuttoned now and it was my turn to sit up and wriggle out of my shirt. Having done this, I grabbed her by the bare waist and shuffled her along my body a bit, so I could attack her tits with my mouth.

Squeezing them each with my hands, I attacked them with my lips and tongue, licking the breast and then the nipple before sucking the nipple into my mouth for a soft nibble and a swirling from my tongue, then engulfing as much of her copious breast as possible. As I did this, she held my head tight with both arms and panted, and I slid my free hand down her back, over and under her skirt to her firm arse while my other hand helped my mouth to taste every bit of her tits and nipples. My free hand slipped under the narrowest part of her G-string and lay across her arse as she let go of my head and started to explore my shoulders, back and sides with her hands.

She slid slightly downwards, depriving my mouth of her breasts, and kissed me on the lips. Our open mouths locked again and our tongues grappled for a few minutes before she broke away and kissed my neck. With a hand behind my neck she then kissed my collarbone, then my chest at the base of my neck, then my left nipple and my stomach.

Then she slowly unbuttoned my 501s, kissing every bare bit of flesh that was revealed, until she reached the top of my briefs. She then shuffled away from me, pulling my jeans down as she went. When she had removed them from my feet, she sat up, kneeling at my feet on the sofa with her exquisite tits sitting proud before falling again on top of me.

She dragged her tits over my feet and up my legs until they dragged across my cotton-clad and rock hard cock. Then she stopped and licked around my navel, whilst her breasts brushed back and forth across the end of my cock. She drilled her tongue sloppily into my navel before moving left and kissing the crease at the top of my leg. Slowly she ran her tongue along that crease until she reached the top of my briefs.

Then she slid her fingers under the elastic and slowly pulled my briefs down a bit. She kissed the top of my pubic hair, then pulled the briefs down some more, and kissed the base of my shaft, which had become visible. Then, with a swift motion she pulled my briefs down enough for my cock to spring out. She looked up at me and smiled before wrapping her hand around my shaft.

First she kissed the base of my shaft, above my balls, and then she kissed each testicle in a deep, consuming kiss each, before engulfing my whole scrotum with her mouth and rolling each ball around with her tongue. She then removed them reluctantly from her mouth, like an ice-cream, and went to the shaft. Opening her hand slightly, she had access to the shaft, which she attacked with lips and tongue, licking its entire length, taking small ice-cream bites with her lips, before arriving at the head, which she enveloped, hooking her lips around the rim of the head, before sliding it out of her mouth, then back in again.

It was like electric shock therapy for me, the ecstasy was almost unbearable, my penis pulsed, wanting to spill its load into her, but I put all my energy into resistance.

With fingers now wrapped around the base of my cock, she now took as much of it into her mouth as she could, almost swallowing the head, before sliding it out from her tightly held lips and plunging it into her mouth again. I was so ready to explode, but resisted. I desperately wanted to fuck her and nothing was going to stop me, even as she continued this exercise in giving me amazing pleasure. She was, without a doubt, the finest exponent of oral sex I have ever known.

I needed distraction, so I told her to turn around for some access. Momentarily stopping the action, she climbed on top of me, straddling my body and facing my feet. As she went back to work on my cock, I lifted her skirt to reveal her fabulous arse, one of her fine features that I hadn’t really noticed before today – until I saw her climbing the stairs earlier – on account of always noticing her magnificent tits.

Pushing her G-string to one side, I now had access to her vagina. In fact it was in my face and sizzling. I plunged my tongue straight in, sending a jolt through her body. The musk of her vagina filled my nostrils as my tongue explored her. I took big mouthfuls of her otele gelen escort mound and lapped at her slit.

Reaching up and around, I pulled her buttocks apart for excellent access to her steaming pussy. I kissed and caressed it with my tongue, and sucked gently on the area. I pressed an index finger into her pussy, then a middle finger, and finger fucked her. I found her clitoris easily enough and licked at it greedily. She rocked back and forth against my face as my ministrations on her pussy began to take effect.

Meanwhile she continued to work on my penis, sucking it deeply into her mouth, swallowing its end, massaging my balls. It was all I could do to stop myself from exploding in her mouth and the taste and scent of her pussy had just gotten me more aroused. I desperately clung on, not wanting to come until I had fucked her. The sobering thought of her stern Eastern European parents catching us in the act helped.

She was drawing closer, however, to a crashing orgasm. Her rocking motion had turned into a furious humping and grinding motion as I continued to suck lightly on her clitoris and explore her pussy with my lips and tongue. This helped me because soon she was unable to suck my cock any more. She just held it in a tight grip as she threw her head back and moaned breathlessly, louder and louder.

Finally she almost yelled at me, “fuck me, please, fuck me quick, I want it!” I jumped up. She was still in the knees and elbows position she had assumed while sucking my cock, so I rounded up behind her. With her skirt up and knickers to one side, I knelt behind her and plunged my cock deep into her steaming, moist pussy. There was a sharp, short intake of breath by her before a soft, drawn out moan as I settled into a slow thrusting rhythm behind her.

As my cock pistoned deep into her tight vagina, I reached forward, unable to keep my hands off those magnificent tits. As I massaged her tits and plunged deep into her pussy, her breathing became more and more urgent, more desperate. She pushed back hard against each thrust, and my balls slapped her flesh as my cock plunged deeper into her pussy. Still I clung on, not wanting this to end, not wanting to come before I’d had my fill.

Unexpectedly she paused proceedings. Panting deeply, she sat up, my cock slid slowly from her with a squelch. She turned around and pushed me onto my back. Still panting she climbed over me and lowered herself onto my rigid cock.

And we were off again. She slid up and down on my cock for a while, her tits bouncing wildly, beautifully. Then, slowing proceedings, she slumped onto my chest, still thrusting, and we kissed passionately, tongues entwining lasciviously. Her tits rolled erotically, like soft dough, over my chest as she continued thrusting herself down onto my cock.

Then she was up again, riding my cock, bouncing, supporting herself with a hand on my knee behind her, and one holding the back of her neck. I thrust up as she plunged down, getting into a rhythm that satisfied her for depth. As we bounced along, her moans and sighs became more vocal, she began to find her voice. She bounced harder and I thrust deeper.

With a final scream she reached a loud orgasm, my cock was drenched in her juices and sweat and my thrusting slowed to a languid pulse as she stopped jumping and again slumped onto my chest. She continued to rock down onto my cock and I continued to thrust but the pulse had slowed.

“What can I do for you?” she asked, “to make you come. I can’t believe you haven’t come. By now, most men have gone off. ”

“I masturbate everyday” I said, revealing the truth with a joke. In truth, I was also practiced, as my wife and I still had regular, joyless sex

She laughed and put her head on my shoulder, a slow pulse still continuing between us as my cock stayed erect, deep inside her.

“I know!” she announced, standing up. As my rigid cock was pulled from her, she staggered a little, with another sharp intake of breath, before regaining her composure. She reached for my hand and pulled me up. Then she removed her skirt and G string and sat down on the sofa and, putting her hand on the back of the sofa behind her head and with a bit of effort, lifted her legs so her feet were almost at her head level.

For the first time I noticed her impeccably groomed vagina, almost completely devoid of hair, except for a thin band, barely half an inch wide, of soft, beige hair, that extended from the top of her vagina to somewhere below where the waist of her underwear would be.

“Fuck me in the arse” she said, “that’ll get you off!”

I didn’t need much convincing. I reached out a cupped hand to her and said, “spit here”. She said no, she had some lube in a drawer. Without moving too much, she reached into a drawer by the sofa and pulled out a small tube. I took the lubricant and rubbed it onto her slightly puckered anal sphincter with two fingers.

At first sincan escort she jumped at my touch on this tender area, but as I massaged the lubricant into the area, she relaxed, closing her eyes and getting caught up again in the feeling. As I prepared her arse, I pushed my middle finger deep into her, eliciting a small involuntary gasp form her. “Ooh, fuck me there, that’s good” she breathed.

Not wanting to disappoint the woman, I positioned myself at the goal and placed the head of my cock against her sphincter. With a firm push, my cock went into her arse easily. She moaned lazily as it went in, her eyes squinting with the pressure. She looked uncomfortable; all hunched over, but didn’t seem to mind, lost in a sort of reverie of pleasure and pain.

I pressed my cock as deep into her arse as I could, in a regular motion, gently but firmly at first, then rougher and faster as I began to lose myself as well. I knew this would make me come. The sight of her lying there, taking me in her arse while she massaged her tits and nipples with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other was way too much. Occasionally I felt the fingers in her pussy against my cock as I thrust into her arse. I held her arse open with a palm on each buttock. My cock slid in and out easily with sweat and juices.

Again her pace and breathing became more urgent, her fingers began to work hard on her vagina, and her vocalisations became louder. She was about to reach another orgasm, and I hadn’t had one yet! I sawed into her arse, pushing my cock as deep as I could, my balls slapping against her coccyx.

Meanwhile she plunged her fingers deep into her pussy, writhing in pleasure on the sofa as I fucked her arse. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the sofa hard with a hand behind her head, threw her head back and bucked a little. With a thrust and wriggle like someone’s death throes, she climaxed again, an orgasm crashing through her body picking her up and dropping her back down onto the sofa like a rag.

At this same moment, I felt my cock tighten up and finally burst. With a few deep thrusts I crashed, sending what seemed like gallons of semen rushing into her arse and, with each thrust, deep into her body. I came and came, an orgasm deeper than any before, seemingly filling her bowels.

Finally it stopped, I stopped. We were still for a minute, my cock still embedded in her arse, until I collapsed onto the sofa, the victim of the longest lovemaking session I had experienced for a long time.

As if she couldn’t allow it to end, she attacked my cock, licking and sucking like an ice cream, pumping every last drop of semen from my balls, savouring the heady taste, a mix of my semen and the juices and sweat from her own vagina and anus.

Satisfied that my cock was completely clean, she finally retreated and fell into my arms on the sofa. The air was thick with the aroma of our session, of sweat and semen and vagina and arse.

I ended up spending the night, not going to surprise my parents, instead making less furious love with my brother in law’s fiancée several times more before falling asleep with her in her very comfortable bed.

*****

I woke the next morning a little unsure of my bearings and finding it a little difficult to fully awaken myself. After noticing first that I wasn’t at home and I wasn’t clothed, the realisation hit me when I turned to see her lying on my shoulder, naked and pressed against my flesh. I jumped with a start, waking her in the process.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” I stammered, “what have I done, what am I doing here?”

“Hey, hey hey, relax. ” she soothed, “We had a fun night and I promised no one will ever know. I mean that. ”

I stopped for a second, but still obviously looked unsure. “Look,” she said, “I promise you word of this will never get out, I swear. . . ” her voice became muffled as she disappeared under the sheet. She licked my shaft, slowly starting from the bottom and working to the tip, before licking the eye of my cock, then going down on it and completely engulfing it. This time I wasn’t going to hold back so, as she pumped my cock with her hand, engulfed it, massaged it with her tongue and bathed it with her saliva, I just lay back and relaxed.

As she sucked my cock, she massaged my testicles between thumb and forefinger of her right hand, with the other fingers laying over my arse crack. I opened my legs slightly and these fingers slid between my buttocks, reaching in to slide over my anus. So much was going on at once. She sucked and licked my cock, she massaged my balls, and she teased my arse. And since I was not holding on, in time a feeling started welling up in my balls.

She felt it too and, just as I was about to come, she thrust two wet fingers up my arse. My cock exploded with the shock of it, sending huge gobs of semen into her mouth. She continued sliding up and down on my cock as I continued to come, sometimes sliding out and depositing an occasional droplet of semen on her cheek and lips, until finally the flow stopped.

She gripped my cock tight and milked it a few times, wiping the head across her lips like a lipstick. Then she cleaned up my cock with a gentle suck and, keeping one hand wrapped around the shaft, pushed semen from her cheek into her open mouth with the back of her hand, displaying a mouth full of my goo.

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Everything She Needs – Part 2

Continuing the story of Chris and Marianne and Vince and Joanne. See previous story ‘Everything She Needs’ for context.

Finally, Chris had returned to the U.K. from his month at work in Spain. Marianne was pleased to have her husband home, though she would always be grateful for the fact that it had made her night spent with Vince, Chris’ workmate, possible!

Chris is very pleased with the way Vince has kept control of the business, whilst he was out of the country. He has given him an increase in salary, and has promised him a seat on the board, if the business continues to flourish in the coming year.

Chris is particularly pleased, that Vince took time to call on Marianne whilst he was away, and Marianne had told him that Vince was very attentive and couldn’t do enough for her!

Chris was so pleased, that he’d invited Vince and his wife, Joanne, to join him and Marianne at their house in the country for the weekend. He had arranged for them to go into town on the Saturday evening, for dinner and dancing at an upmarket restaurant and nightclub.

Vince and Joanne arrived at Chris and Marianne’s in time for lunch on Saturday, they spent the afternoon in the extensive gardens, chatting and relaxing in the sunshine. Chris enjoyed gardening, he grew roses, and liked to create new hybrids.

Chris took Joanne off to see a new hybrid he had bred, a beautiful, salmon pink colour tea rose.” I am going to call it Desirable Joanne,” he told her, “and it will always remind me of your sexy beauty.”

Joanne blushed, and said, “that is lovely of you, but shouldn’t you dedicate it to Marianne? She is gorgeous and much more sexy than me.”

“Nonsense,” said Chris, “Marianne is lovely, and I am very much in love with her, but you are equally as lovely, and you turn me on every time we meet. Besides which, I’ve already dedicated one of my roses to her.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” said Joanne,” the others might hear you.” Then she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “You are a lovely man,” she whispered, “and I’m very fond of you. Now we’d better get back to the others and get ready to go to dinner.”

They all showered and dressed in their evening clothes, ready to go out. The two men had dressed in smart dinner suits, with dress shirts, bow ties and smart black shoes.

The women both wore cocktail dresses with plunging necklines, knowing they had the figures to carry them off. Their skirts ended a few inches above the knee, but still just about concealed their panties and stocking tops. Their dresses made the most of their figures and showed off their slim legs. They both wore hold-up stockings and high heels.

Marianne’s dress was deep red, tightly fitting, with red lace around the plunging neckline showing the deep cleavage of her 36 inch bust. Her sheer stocking gave a hint of red to her legs, and her shoes matched the colour of her dress. Naturally, her lacy lingerie was also deep red. Her shoulder length blonde hair was beautifully cut and styled, and she looked good enough to eat! Diamond drop earrings and a diamond bracelet completed her ensemble.

Joanne too was beautifully dressed, her dress was black and tightly fitting to show off her petite figure. The plunging neckline showed off her firm 34 inch bust. She wore black lacy lingerie, sheer dark hold up stockings and black stiletto heeled shoes. Her dark brown hair was cut in an attractive bob. She wore diamond stud earrings, a gold bracelet and a gold chain with a single diamond drop was round her left ankle. She was gorgeous!

As it was a warm summer evening, neither of the women wore a jacket or top coat.

The executive taxi that Chris had booked, arrived at 6 pm to take them to the restaurant. It was the type with three rows of seats, one row for the driver and two rows for the passengers. Marianne and Joanne sat in the back row, whilst Chris and Vince sat in the row in front of them. They were all looking forward to the evening and having a good time.

The taxi dropped them at the restaurant at 6.30pm. They went straight to the bar, and found a table for four. Chris ordered drinks, and asked for menus to be brought to the table. He had booked the dinner table for 7pm, so they had plenty of time to peruse the menu and order their meals. A young waiter came to take their dinner choices, and they ordered another round of drinks.

The two men were amused, watching the waiter trying not to look down the front of the women’s dresses, sıhhiye escort although he was obviously fascinated. Chris whispered in Vince’s ear, that the waiter would probably go home and masturbate over his memories of the two sexy women, when his shift was over!

The Head Waiter came and collected them from the bar, and seated them at their table at 7pm. They were close to the centre of the restaurant and Chris thought, happily, that the two women would be the centre of male attention, from the surrounding tables. No doubt, a few of the other wives around them, would be having sharp words with their escorts as the evening wore on.

Dinner was first class. They were all hungry, and they made short work of the three courses. Chris had ordered champagne to go with the meal, and they had got through two bottles and were into a third.

Chris signed for dinner on his account, and asked the young waiter to take their drinks into the nightclub attached to the restaurant. He asked him to find them a table close to the dance floor. The waiter found them a suitable table, and was rewarded with a handsome tip. Both women flashed him lovely smiles, and thanked him. Both made certain, that he got a good view down their necklines as they sat down. It was obvious that they had been aware of his attention since they were in the bar earlier, and they enjoyed teasing him.

The music was supplied by a dinner suited DJ, discreetly situated on a raised dais at one side of the nightclub. This was close enough to their table to appreciate the music, but far enough away that they could enjoy conversation.

A slow Latin American number was being played, and Joanne asked Marianne if she would like to dance, as the two men were deep in discussion for the moment. As the two girls walked out onto the dance floor, a number of heads turned to follow their progress. When they started to dance, with sensual movements, a few temperatures probably rose. There were a few other couples also on the dance floor.

Chris and Vince were very relaxed, and enjoyed watching their wives dance, as much they liked dancing with them. They were quite content to watch from the sidelines for the moment, and would join in a little later.

There was a large gathering at the back of the room, obviously a corporate event. It wasn’t long, before a couple of young men, from the group, walked on to the dance floor and asked if they could cut in with the two girls. Marianne and Joanne were happy to dance with the two guys, and stayed on the floor when the next number started. The men were leaning in to talk with the girls, and no doubt, getting an eyeful of their charms at the same time.

Vince looked up at the dance floor, where Joanne and Marianne were dancing. The music was a slow tempo number, and all the couple on the floor were dancing in each other’s arms. Vince, sought out Joanne, and saw that she was dancing very close to her partner. As they turned around, he saw that her partner’s right hand was firmly on her backside, and he was squeezing her left cheek. He was holding her tight to his groin, and rubbing himself up and down on her. She seemed oblivious to this and was dancing cheek to cheek with him.

Vince was surprised that Joanne hadn’t pushed her partner away. Instead, she seemed to be quite enjoying his attention to her backside, and was wriggling it provocatively.

Vince looked for Marianne, she was dancing a little way away from Joanne. Her partner had his left arm around her waist and she had her right arm around him. They were holding hands, with their other hands close in between their chests, he could clearly see that he was stroking the top of her left breast, and she wasn’t attempting to stop him.

Vince called Chris’s attention to the antics on the dance floor, and said, “I think we had better cut in there, before those two guys think that they can get lucky.” Chris agreed, and they both walked out onto the floor and tapped the two men on the shoulder. “

“I’m cutting in,” said Vince to Joanne’s partner. “No chance,” said the young man. Vince whispered in his ear. “Fuck off! that is my wedding ring she is wearing.”

“Whoops,” the man said, “sorry, I didn’t realise she was with you.” With that he released his grip on Joanne and walked off the dance floor.

“Spoilsport,” said Joanne, “I was enjoying that, he was squeezing my bum nicely, and his cock was as hard as broomstick against me. It’s nice to know I can still pull tandoğan escort them.” Vince laughed and said, “You are a terrible teaser, you will always be able to pull them, no problem.”

Chris had cut in with Marianne and he said, “He was stroking your breast.” She smiled at him with a twinkle in her eyes and said, “you were too busy talking to Vince, so I thought I’d better play the field, I’ve got to get my gratification from somewhere, haven’t I?”

“He is almost as young as our son.” said Chris.

“Yes,” she replied, “and with a young and rampant cock, and he was just telling me what he wanted to do with it.”

Chris grinned. “You and Joanne can’t be trusted on your own,” he said, “you’d eat those youngsters alive.”

After the two couples had returned to their table, and drunk more champagne, Chris asked Joanne to dance with him, and they went onto the dance floor.

Vince and Marianne, remained sitting at the table. “Chris has no idea what we got up to when he was away,” she said, “but thinking about it now, has made me feel very horny.”

“I remember every moment of it,” said Vince, “and I would love to repeat the experience, if I get the chance.”

“Me too,” she replied, and casually placed her hand in his lap and began to stroke his cock!

Meanwhile, Chris and Joanne were still on the dance floor. They were both good dancers, Chris held her tight, and enjoyed the feel of her body against his. “We must do this more often,” he said, “my name for the new rose suits you admirably.”

“I’d like that a lot,” she replied, and laid her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck.

They danced closely. Chris couldn’t help looking down at her lovely breasts. The tops of her areolas were just showing above her bra, and he had a longing to take her nipples in his lips. He looked up into her eyes, she smiled knowingly, and suddenly they were kissing, drawing strange looks from some of the other dancers.

Chris allowed his right hand to slide down from the small of her back, to her beautifully rounded backside, and kept it there as she swayed to the rhythm of the music. He whispered in her ear, “You are the sexiest woman here, and all the men would love to get into your panties if they could, especially me.”

She laughed and said, “Don’t be naughty,” and kissed him again. Then she whispered, “you never know, you might get lucky!”

Vince had seen it all happening on the dance floor. He knew how sexy Joanne could be, With the way she was dressed, and the way she danced, he knew that Chris would be struggling to hide his hard-on by now, as he was, with Marianne’s hand still in his lap stroking his cock.

A couple more drinks and dances later, they were all ready to go home. The executive taxi arrived and they left the nightclub. Chris took Joanne’s hand and helped her into the back row of seats. Then he got in beside her. Vince, not really surprised, helped Marianne into the row of seats behind the driver, and sat next to her.

It was dark and warm in the taxi, and soft music was playing on the sound system. Shortly after they started for home, Chris and Joanne were kissing passionately in the back seats. Chris had his hand up her skirt, and was pushing two fingers in and out of her pussy. In front of them, hidden by the high seat backs, Marianne had unzipped Vince’s cock and was sucking it.

By the time they got home they were all decent again, and the conversation returned to normal. Each couple was pretty sure what the other couple had been up to, but nothing was mentioned.

Once indoors, with soft lighting on and another bottle of wine opened, they slumped onto the comfortable couches. Marianne put some music on. She took hold of Joanne’s hand and pulled her up. “Dance with me Jo,” she said, “I’ve never danced with a woman who dances as sexily as you do.”

The two women danced close together, the music was slow and rhythmic, and they put their arms round each other and held each other tightly. “You are gorgeous,” Marianne said to Joanne, “If one of these two doesn’t fuck you tonight, I will!”

“Yes, please,” said Joanne, and kissed Marianne softly on the lips. They embraced tightly and rubbed against each other whilst dancing slowly.

Marianne drew back, she took Joanne by the hand, and led her to the couch. They sat together and they kissed. Marianne unhooked, and unzipped Joanne’s dress and pulled it down to her waist. She unhooked her bra and removed it. Joanne’s tunalı escort breasts hardly sagged without the bra, but they were warm and soft to Marianne’s touch. Her nipples stood out proud and rock hard from their pink areolas. Marianne caressed them, then took each nipple in her mouth in turn, sucking them while Joanne moaned with pleasure.

Marianne lost no time in removing Joanne’s dress completely, then her panties and shoes, she was left naked but for her hold up stockings.

Marianne knelt on the carpet between Joanne’s legs, she proceeded to lick and suck at her pussy and clitoris. Joanne was groaning and growling with pleasur,e and pushing her pussy hard against Marianne’s mouth.

The two men, who had at first watched wide eyed, whilst the women were making love to each other, then moved to get involved. Chris went behind the couch and took Joanne’s lovely breasts in his hands. He caressed them and rolled her nipples between his fingers. He leaned over her, and as she turned her head to him, he kissed her open mouth, and put his tongue inside. Then he undressed, and moved round to stand beside her on the couch, where he presented his cock to her eager mouth.

Vince had also undressed, he pulled Marianne’s skirt up to her waist, pulled down her panties and pushed his cock into her wet and willing pussy.

In a little while the two women changed places. Joanne gave attention to Marianne’s soaking pussy, whilst Chris fucked Joanne from behind. Marianne was sucking Vince’s cock, as well as having her pussy eaten by Joanne.

Marianne came first, a guttural cry heralded her orgasm. Joanne kept sucking her clitoris and Marianne cried out aloud with her extreme ecstasy.

Chris was now pounding into Joanne’s pussy, as she continued to suck and nibble Marianne’s clitoris.

Then he pulled Joanne away, and laid her down on her back on the carpet. He knelt over her and kissed her lips, wet from Marianne’s pussy. He enjoyed the taste of his wife’s juices on his new lover’s lips.

Joanne took hold of Chris’s cock, and guided it to her waiting pussy, and they proceeded to fuck hard.

Vince, in the meantime, had helped Marianne remove her dress, bra and panties, he stretched her out on the couch and proceeded to fuck her, whilst kissing her passionately at the same time.

Joanne was coming, she cried out, “I’m coming, fuck me! Oh, fuck me, I’m coming!”

Chris was pounding into her, and he was also about to come. “Here it comes,” he gasped, “I’m coming”!

“Yes, yes, yesss!” screamed Joanne, “give me your cum, fill me, don’t stop — fill me up!”

Chris came, spurting his pent up seed deep in Joanne’s pussy, filling her belly with warm cum.

Marianne was in the throes of another huge orgasm, she had Vince’s big cock in her again, and she loved it. “Come in me Vince,” she screamed but he wasn’t ready. He continued to fuck her but he wanted to save himself till later, he could still please her now without coming yet.

Marianne was in tears with the ecstasy of her climax, and Vince kept her just on it for ages. She thought she was going to faint, with the sheer excess of pleasure. She wanted him to stop, but at the same time, she wanted him even deeper and harder inside her. Finally he stopped thrusting and allowed her to sink back on the couch, exhausted for the moment.

Vince turned to watch Chris and Joanne finish fucking. They lay on the floor kissing and Vince watched Chris’s cum ooze out of his wife’s swollen pussy.

They cleaned themselves up with towels, and sat with their partners chatting and relaxing, all completely unembarrassed by what had taken place.

Vince kissed Joanne and said, “I loved watching you fuck, you are gorgeous all over, and so very sexy”.

Chris said to Marianne, “You looked so fantastic with Vince’s big cock in you. I didn’t think you were going to be able to manage it.”

“Oh, I loved it,” said Marianne, “I was so wet, Vince got it into me easily.”

Marianne said, “I think it’s time for bed.” Then she giggled and said, “Do you think we’ll all be able to get in our king sized bed?”

“We can try,” said Chris, “If not, you and Vince sleep in our bed, and I will take Joanne to the guest room.”

They all quickly made their way up the stairs. They decided to use both rooms anyway. Kissing their wives and husbands goodnight, they then went to bed for the night with their new lovers!

Both beds were well used through the night, and the moans, gasps and shouts, could be heard all over the house, as they pleasured each other again and again.

In the morning they all showered, and then fucked again, before dressing for breakfast. Then again, all together in the big king sized bed, before Vince and Joanne left after lunch.

One thing they’d all agreed on, this was going to become a regular event!

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If you haven’t already, you should read “Even” before you read this one. I’ve put some remedial expo in this one but there’s still some details that might not as easily be gleaned. Otherwise all criticism is encouraged. Enjoy!

*****

Before I can catch up to Kimmy she makes a right into the grocery store parking lot. Two cars behind her, I turn in as well. But whereas she has to zig zag to look for a space, I can just sprint up to the store and park my bike on the sidewalk. I’m notorious for that anyway. I’ll be inside before her, so it looks like more of a random encounter and less like the stalking it actually is. Hopping off I glance over the parking lot and spot the red jeep turning down another row. Plenty of time.

I’ve known Kimmy ever since I started working with Matt a little over a year ago. Matt and I have been friends and coworkers ever since I got picked up by the advertising firm. We don’t hang out all that much, really just taking our lunch breaks together. We do go out to the bar together, just him and I, on the occasional weekend. Just enough to label each other as friends.

Since we don’t all hang out very often I don’t see Kimmy very much. I think the 4 of us: Emily & me, and Kimmy & Matt, hung out at some company party a couple months ago. But other than that I don’t know much about her.

What exactly am I doing here? Not quite sure. I caught Kimmy’s husband fucking Emily yesterday. When I caught them I, socked Matt and told him to quit his job or I’d tell Kimmy. Then I took off, took a bartender home and slept with her. Now I was thinking of telling Kimmy about Matt anyway, just to get back at him. Or maybe I could seduce her. Could I do that? I bet I could.

Kimmy is a sweetheart but not the brightest of the bulbs. She’s dumb by no means, in fact she’s incredibly smart. She just lacks a few social skills, a little awkward at times. She’s always nice but just a little nervous or off beat. She’s a little on the sheepish side. But just so damned adorable. She’s got this nerdy presence about her. I can see why Matt got with her, he’s kind of a geek himself. She reminds me of a short, quiet Gwynn Paltrow. Today she’s sporting tight blue leggings and a long, light pink t-shirt. Her hair is pulled back for the lazy look today. But she’s still just so damned cute as she walks right past me without even noticing.

“Kimmy.” I call out.

She stops, turns in surprise, then registers a pleasant dimpled smile. “Hi, Tucker. What are you doing here, buddy?” She over emphasized buddy.

I’m almost caught off guard by the question. What, indeed, am I doing here? I stall with a joke.

“I’m shopping for airline tickets, what do you think? It’s a grocery store.”

“Oh. Hehe, Duh.” She replies.

Time to charm her a little. “So. What about you?” I ask. “Why are you here, all by yourself.”

“Matt asked me to come get him some aspirin or something. Says he’s got the worst headache today.”

“Oh?” I quip nonchalantly “Does he?” But inside I’m rolling with hysterical laughter.

“Yeah,” she keeps going, “says he took a spill coming down the stairs yesterday. You should see the wicked-looking bruise on his face.” To illustrate, she points at her cheek, right about where I popped him. My hand still aches a little from that punch.

“Poor guy,” I offer. But I’m looking forward to telling her how he really got such a wicked bruise. “Well, he should learn to be more careful.”

I chuckle to myself with my own private joke as I lean next to her against the end caps.

“Oh he’ll be fine.” She gestures with her hand. Then she derails me.

“So how is umm…” She pauses to think of her name.

“Emily?” I say for her.

“Yeah. Emily. How is she?” But before I can answer, she reads something in my eyes and turns on a sour pouty look. “Ohh… Is everything alright?” I told you she was smart.

“No. Not exactly. We’re probably over with.”

“Ohh you poor, poor thing. I’m sooo sorry.” She gushes with sympathy as she wraps her arms around me in consoling embrace.

And that’s when it hits me: I can’t. I can’t tell her about Matt. It’ll crush her. She’s too innocent and sweet. I just can’t bring myself to do that to her. Sure her husband is a first class dick and deserves to have it all come crashing down on him. But this isn’t her fault. And coming onto her like this just makes me a horrible person. I feel like such a Bastard.

“What happened?” She asks releasing me.

Dammit! I’d just resolved myself to not answering that question. I stammer for a moment. “Ah … Let’s just say a skeleton came out of the closet.”

She gives me this odd look like she’s gauging me. She knows something is up. She is clever. This may have been a mistake.

“Wanna talk about it?” She prods.

“No. It’s not really a conversation for here.” I respond, gesturing to the store as I glance around.

“Wow. Well okay. Whatever it was, it must have hurt you pretty bad.” Says rather acutely.

“Yeah, ulus escort it’s okay.” I say trying to redirect the focus. “I’ll just pick up the pieces and move on.”

She still regards me like she’s wary of me. She knows I’m hiding something. I’m almost tempted to just spit it out and get it over with. Finally though, she gives up the wrinkled brow and goes back to her almost ditzy smile.

“Well, okay. If you say so. It’s a real shame, though. She was REALLY cute.” She says.

Okay, now it’s my turn to give her the curious “what the hell” look. I didn’t expect that. She reads my expression and stifles a laugh.

“What?” She says almost too enthusiastically.

“Well, I just never knew you…”

“What, liked pussy too?” She finishes for me.

Now I want her more than ever. “Yeah. Well not only that.” I say. “But I never would have guessed you had the hots for my girlfriend. Ah Ex girlfriend.” I corrected myself.

“Yeah I gotta say, she’s a hot little piece of ass. I’m sorry that it didn’t work out with you two.”

“Well, I have it on good authority that she’s recently become available.” I jest, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah,” she chuckles, “But I don’t think Matt would condone such behavior.”

Before I can even think about it, I blurt out, “Why not? That’s not very fair.” …Dammit!

Her smile vanishes.

“Why wouldn’t it be fair, Tucker?” That questioning expression of hers is back with a vengeance.

I’m through trying to cover for him for her sake. But I’m still not ready to drop the bomb on her either. All I can do is give her a shrug.

“A skeleton, huh?” She asks in a serious tone. Then she reaches down, takes my right hand, and looks at the back of it. She looks at the pink, swollen hand, then gives it a light reaffirming squeeze. Not enough to hurt it, just enough to be enduring. Didn’t I tell you she’s smart?

She leans in on me and says,

“Thank you, Tucker.” She kisses me on the cheek, “Thank you for trying.” She releases my hand and heads for the door in a slow, yet determined pace. She doesn’t bother with the aspirin.

Not far behind her, I decide that I’ve done enough damage for one day. She thanked me, but there’s wasn’t much gratitude worthy in my actions. I stalked her with the intentions of throwing her husband under a bus, and possibly nailing her out of spite. Instead I ruined her day, month, life, who knows? She thanked me but I feel like shit. “Let’s go home.” I tell myself.

Emily’s Honda isn’t here. Good. I’m hoping to get my laptop and take it away before she has a chance to hide it herself. I probably shouldn’t have left it like I did last night, but hey, duty calls.

I put my phone on charge as I run around throwing some clothes and stuff into an over night duffle. I’ll find some other place to crash for a day or two until she moves out. The apartment is mine. I don’t completely feel bad for putting her out, she should have expected this. I’ll give her the place for a couple days but that’s it. Bag packed, extra toothpaste, razors, socks… Oh yeah. And my laptop.

Just to be safe, I hook up my external hard drive and begin backing up some work files when the front door opens… Shit.

A timid, flushed red, and sweaty Emily gingerly pokes her head through the door and acknowledges me with a barely audible “hi”. Then she enters and shuts the door behind her.

She’s wearing black spandex and halter top today. She’s either been running or fucking someone else. I couldn’t care less which. I will admit that she is absolutely sexy looking like that, but I’m not in the mood.

She just stands there for a moment, arms trying to cover her body in shame. She won’t look me in the eye. Whatever. Back to saving the last of these presentations, then I’m out of here.

“Hi Tuck.” She offers meekly.

I ignore her, just click and drag my last presentation into the external.

“Can we talk for a minute? Please?”

I was hoping to avoid this but it doesn’t look like I’m going to get my way. Fine, let’s do this. Deep breath. I turn to face her.

“What, Em’. What would you like to talk about?” I say staring a hole through her.

Even that is too much for her. She has to look away from my gaze.

“Matt.” She finally mutters.

Not where I thought this would go. “Alright?” I prod. “What about him?”

“You hit him pretty hard. You shouldn’t have hit him so hard. You could have really hurt him.” She says, mustering the strength to be righteous and look at my face again.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” I quip sarcastically. “Was that bad form? I guess I’m a little confused as to the exact etiquette for catching my buddy and coworker banging my long-time, live-in, girlfriend. Besides. I’m more mad at him than you. Notice how I hit him really hard?”

“You didn’t have to hit him like that.” She persists.

“You really care for him, don’t you? Genuinely care for him. This isn’t Just sex for you two yenimahalle escort is it?”

She ignores me and looks away again.

“Whatever. He’s lucky that’s all he got. I wanted to keep going.”

Her eyes widen a bit at this. She faces me again. “Tuck…I’m sorry.”

“Doesn’t change a thing, We’re still done.”

“No. I get it. I don’t blame you. I’m just sorry you had to find out like this.”

What the hell does she mean by that? “Well how the hell did you intend for me to find out?”

“I was gonna tell you. So many times I wanted to tell you. I wanted to. Especially when we fought. I wanted to just break it off.”

“What the shit, Emily? Why didn’t you? Why did you put all of us through that?”

“Matt said we should wait.”

“Matt said! So you do love him?”

“Something like that.” She offers in a pathetic tone.

“Then why wait?”

“He said he and Kimmy were gonna split up. Said they were having problems and I just needed to keep it hush-hush until the split was final.”

“Wow. I had no idea.” I say. “Did he say what those problems were?”

“Well no. Nothing specific. But he said they just weren’t seeing eye to eye, and the spark was all gone.”

Emily isn’t that naive, is she? I saw Kimmy not half an hour ago and I didn’t see an eminent split on the horizon. Wow. Matt really was a first class dick. Not only was he fucking Emily behind both of our backs, but he was stringing her along with promises of a future together.

“So, now I guess you’re just waiting for him to invite you over, huh? Done with me as much as I’m done with you?”

“Tuck, I am sorry. I really am. But we just butt heads way too much. That’s no way to live. I can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry. Yes. I love him.”

I stifle the snicker, but I can’t hide the smile. “You will be. You will be sorry.”

Emily backs up. “Are you threatening me?”

“No. But I am going to give you some perspective: if Matt is throwing Kimmy out and replacing her with you, she still doesn’t know it yet. I ran into her this morning. She was getting pain medicine for Matt’s face. Something I doubt she’d be so eager to do if she’d just signed divorce papers. She had no idea, Emily. He’s leading you on.” I say with too much enthusiasm.

She studies me like she’s seeing a ghost. Complete disbelief. “Bullshit!” She spits at me. “Bull fucking shit, Tuck.”

“Emily, why would I lie?”

She still doesn’t believe me. Just a blank, slack-jawed stare. But then her eyes start to water. And now I’m pissed. Those same deep blue eyes that I fell for and saw so much love in every day, now have tears for someone else, not me.

I’m doing my best to keep myself contained, but right now I want to explode. Not just because Matt has now committed the ultimate betrayal, or that he’s managed to hurt Emily. In fact I’m now pissed at her. I’m pissed because right under my nose she’s fallen in love with him. I feel even further rejected.

Emily’s countenance has gone from shame, to disbelief, to sadness, to defiance. She’s pissed too.

“You enjoyed telling me that, didn’t you.” She demands. “You smug fucking asshole.”

I stand up. “Yeah. Maybe I did. Maybe I deserve a little payback.”

“Fuck you!” She screams.

“You first!”

And just like that the switch is flipped from “not in the mood” to “grudge fuck the shit out of her.” She lunges at me as she tears her halter top off. I catch her with one arm behind her back and the other behind her head. I force her face to mine. She kisses me greedily and angrily. If a kiss could come from hell, this is it. She grunts and bites my lip hard. My cock is already stiff.

She yanks off my shirt, taking some skin out of my flanks with her nails in the process. The claw marks make me wince, which I’m sure she enjoys. The shirt is not even on the floor yet and she’s already pulling at my pants. I kick off my shoes and shed the pants. Once those are off I grab a fist full of her hair, turn her face toward my dick. Emily is already breathing fast. She wraps both hands around me and strokes me quickly a few times, and then buries me in her mouth.

She looks up at me like she always does when she goes down on me, but the look in her eyes is different now. She’s glaring at me with an expression of contempt; like she’s doing this under duress. I tighten the grip on her hair.

“Harder.” I growl at her.

She responds by sucking me deeper into her mouth, almost to the point of gagging, and then she plants one hand in the center of my chest, curls her fingers until the nails are pressing into me, and then scratches me hard. She leaves four angry red welts cross my torso. It turns me on even more. I turn her toward the couch and throw her down in front of it.

She turns back to look at me with distain. I put my hand on her head, pushing her face back into the couch cushions. With my other hand I hook my fingers into the waistband of her spandex at the small of her back and pull them over her tender smooth ass. Her breathing quickens again as I line up my cock with her ass. She gasps and yelps as I sink my cock deep into her hot, sweaty lips in one quick drive.

One hand still holding a fist full of her hair, the other holding onto her hip as I pound her into the couch. It’s rocking back into the wall with every stroke, and she matches them with grunts and groans.

“Fuck you, you Bastard.” She mutters through clenched teeth.

“Right back atcha baby.” I say as I rare back and smack her ass hard with a loud audible smack. She responds by yelping and shuddering. I’d never smacked her ass before.

As opposed to her usual routine of holding quiet until she came, she’s all vocals now. Grunting these animalistic almost growls which oozed contempt for me. With her head turned sideways I could see almost hatred in her eyes.

Her beautiful flawless skin is flushed bright red and sweaty. Her brow is now all but drenched. Her shorts and panties are still around her thighs. Knees on the floor, shoes and socks still on. Her grunts are growing intensity, she’s gonna cum soon. When she does, she usually clamps down on me, causing me to follow suit. She’s not getting off that easily, pun intended.

I pull out right before she cums. Her eyes shoot wide open. She starts backing and wiggling her ass, trying to find my cock again.

“NNNGHA. Put it back in! Fuck!” She screams.

I pick her up putting her completely on the couch, knees on the cushions, arms resting on the back of it. Her shorts moved down to her ankles, effectively binding her feet together.

I take my cock by the base, still dripping slick with her juices, and begin massaging it between her ass cheeks, lubing her up.

I take notice of her tender perfect skin as she’s laying back over the couch, or across the bed, or any number of other times we’ve made love in the past. Flashing quickly through my mind, I see her delicate jaw gaping with pleasure. Her eyes staring longingly at me, imploring me to release her with satisfaction. And then I see her screaming as Matt drives into her over and over again until she cums. I want her to hurt.

“No! Tuck. You better not!”

I ignore her, taking my whole cock in hand and guiding the head right into her tight little knot. “No! You fucking Bastard!” I pretend I don’t even hear it as I play myself into her ass. She moans and strains but doesn’t fight me. Seated deep in her ass, she glares at me. “Fucking Bastard!” I slowly start to pump her snug asshole, big handfuls of her ass cheeks on either side.

She screams in protest. But her ass, stationary at first, begins to rock up towards me, meeting my repeated invasions.

“You actually like this, don’t you?”

I’m taunting her. “You like it in your little asshole. You dirty little ass slut.”

She begins to insult me again with another “fucking asshole.” But the words are lost in the trembles and screams of her orgasming. She convulses, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and rolling her eyes back.

“Holy fucking shit.” She finally enunciates, recovering sufficiently. Meanwhile I’m still fucking her ass, but I decide the child’s play is over.

I lean forward, stretch out my legs, and arch my back, driving my aching dick deep into her sweet, tender ass cheeks. She wails. Tear drops start to roll down her cheek as she looks back at me. And the defiance in her expression has been replaced with one of desperation. Grabbing her ass and pulling it towards me, I start to bounce her off my hips as hard as I can thrust. She cums again.

I feel a familiar intensity building of my own. Right before I cum, once again I pull out, grab my cock, and angrily jerk myself off. I spray ribbon after ribbon of hot cum across her ass cheeks, back, and even some splatters in her hair. This, I do, for the same reason I fucked her in the ass: to defile her.

Catching her breath, she collapses on the couch almost in the fetal position. I’m half tempted to sit next to her, scoop her up in my arms and cradle her until she dozes off like I used to do. But again, Matt’s dumb grin enters my thoughts. And then I turn away from her.

“I’ve… I’ve never done that before.” She utters meekly.

“Neither have I.” I say as I walk across the living room to retrieve my clothes. I don’t even look at her as I pull my pants up and fish my feet into my shoes.

As if right on cue, the laptop dings letting me know the last of the files had migrated safely. I throw my shirt on, quickly snatch my phone, close and grab the laptop, and head for the door.

“I want you and your shit gone in two days.” I bark as I slam the door behind me. I can already hear Emily’s sobs.

Watching her cry over another man and seeing my own response told me that getting over her wouldn’t be as easy as I thought. Before I reach the parking lot, my own eyes are starting to water. I leave the bike this time and take my SUV. But like yesterday I need some time to clear my head. I just drive aimlessly until I realize I’d killed a quarter tank of gas. I’d better stop this before I run dry. Still need gas for work tomorrow. What is it about driving that helps calm me down?

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Earth day? Naked? Really? It is? He couldn’t believe his luck. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His girlfriend is a super freaky naked Native American Sioux Indian. He couldn’t believe that he was finally going to have hot sex with his girlfriend. Life is good.

He knew there was something that he loved about Earth Day. What a wonderful day? He wished every day was Earth Day.

He didn’t dare verbalize his thoughts for fear that she’d put on her clothes and ask him to leave her wigwam. Whatever that was and whatever that was, he wanted to wig her wam, if you know what he meant because I certainly don’t. Probably, there’s an error in the translation. He wanted to wam her wig. Yeah, now that’s a bit better, I think, kind of, not really.

Once seeing her naked and after watching her dance around the room for a time, it took all the control that he had not to put his hand to his mouth and run around the room behind her in his version of an explosive sexually excited Indian powwow dance. He imagined that his dance would quickly become his sexual horny dance and once stopping his dance he imagined pushing her down upon the thick shag carpet to jump her naked bones. He imagined continuing his explosive sexually excited Indian powwow dance after making love to her, that is, once he woke up from his nap. Only, he figured that if he did that, he’d really freak her out and she’d throw him out. He was just glad that she couldn’t read his mind and discover all the wicked things that he wanted to do to her pussy and mouth with his cock.

“I don’t wear any clothes the whole day,” she said with a smile while dancing around the living room. When she said that she made him wish that he was a Sioux Indian so that he could dance naked with her. “I love being naked,” she said spinning and spinning. “I love the feel of the cool air on my naked body.”

‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’ She was a spinning blur first in one direction and then in the other direction. All that flowed through his one track mind was ‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’

Then, she restarted her dance, but by spinning in the opposite direction. ‘Pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass…’

Suddenly, he thought of ice skaters and now realized why he never watched ice skating on television. Because of their costumes, albeit tiny costumes, he still couldn’t see their asses, tits, or pussies. If they skated naked, he’d be a loyal fan. Forget about Boston Red Sox baseball, New England Patriots football, Boston Bruins hockey, and Boston Celtics basketball, if there was nude ice skating, he’d buy the premium cable package to nude ice skating. Moreover, he’d have all his monies refunded from all the season tickets that he held to team sports to buy season tickets to nude ice skating. He imagined himself in the stands of every ice skating event cheering for his favorite naked female skater, ‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’

He’d be there in the stands holding up his handmade sign that read in big, bold red letter, ‘Ass, tits, pussy…’

He imagined traveling the world following the naked Icescapades. He’d be there for every show in every city to watch his beloved naked Icescapades. Then, when the Olympics caught on to the rage and added naked ice skating to their Olympic competitions, along with naked down hill skiing naked track and field, he’d be a loyal Olympic fan. He imagined his favorite event being the naked broad doing the naked broad jump.

The men who attended to watch many of the naked men’s events, mostly gay, were all for the idea. They loved having their peckers flopping around as they twirled, spun, and leapt high into the air. He figured he’d only buy tickets to the naked women’s events. He imagined the women on the other hand being a bit embarrassed. He imagined Tanya Harding wanting to make a comeback and volunteering to skate for free, so long as she could skate naked. Back to reality, balgat escort he watched her dancing imagining that he was watching her skating naked on ice with a crowd of horny men cheering her on while watching her doing her spins and jumps on the ice.

I don’t know about any of you guys, but there is something sexually exciting about a woman dancing that invigorates me. The only thing that excites me more than a woman dancing is a woman dancing naked. Now, the only thing missing from this erotic equation was a pole positioned in the middle of the room, copious amounts of alcohol, loud music, and a bunch of my screaming, horny buddies holding dollar bills and cheering for her to continue her naked Earth Day celebration dance for my personal pleasure before turning it into an erotic lap dance with her riding my stiff personal pole of pleasure.

‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’

“It gets me in touch with nature and with my ancestors and I feel so free,” she said tilting back her head while spinning faster and faster in the fashion of an ice skater.

‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’

“I wish every day was Earth Day.”

“I’m sorry,” he said thinking that he was really onto something with the naked ice skating being part of the Olympics in Beijing, China. She interrupted his perverted train of thoughts while he wondered if the Chinese pussies really went from east to west instead of from north to south. “Did you say something?” ‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’ is all that he thought.

“I wish every day was Earth Day,” she said again.

“Yeah,” he said staring at her round ass, her symmetrical tits, and succulent pussy, as her body spun around before him. “I love Earth Day, too.”

‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’

“This is how it used to be before our people wore clothes to cover our nakedness from the white man’s laws,” she said looking at him before raising her hand to her mouth in a mocked powwow while doing her Indian ceremonial dance to celebrate Earth Day.

“Maybe, we should pull the shades,” he said noticing that whoever lived across the way had a perfect and unobstructed view of her ass, tits, and pussy. He walked across the room to pull the shades. “Someone might see you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “Lots of people have seen me naked already. I’m not embarrassed by my expressive naked dancing. I’ve been caught naked by the mailman and the UPS guy,” she said with a wink. “It’d be embarrassing if it wasn’t so funny and if I wasn’t dancing a celebratory sacred Sioux dance. You should have seen the looks on their faces though,” she said laughing. “I just said sorry, accepted my package, and closed the front door.”

The thoughts of lots of people seeing her naked, specifically the mailman and UPS man catching a glimpse of her nude body excited him. He made a note to ask her about that during pillow talk before, during, and after they had sex later. He wondered how such a modest woman could suddenly become such an exhibitionist.

He watched her tits bouncing around while she danced her Earth Day celebration dance. ‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’ She was full of energy. It was apparent that she loved life. He couldn’t wait until she was dancing around his cock. ‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’ Around and around she spun her naked dance in celebration of Earth Day. ‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’

Then, again, without warning, she changed her direction and spun in the opposite way. ‘Pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass…’

“Earth Day?” Forgetting that she was more Indian than she was American and didn’t subscribe to all of the laws of the white man, he blurted his ignorance. “Earth Day is not even a federally recognized holiday.”

“Yes, so,” she batıkent escort said. “What difference does it make if it’s not recognized by the federal government to me? It’s recognized by my people. It’s our day to commune with nature and to devote ourselves in a concentrated effort to help devise plans that will help save the planet that the white man has plundered.”

“I mean, it’s not a real holiday like Martin Luther King Day where they spend the entire day in church reflecting on all the women that the Civil Rights Activist cheated with while Corretta Scott King stayed at home with the kids and while he was off having a dream…of a motel room filled with naked women and drugs.”

“That’s not funny, Freddie, to slander the name of the good Dr. Martin Luther King.”

“It’s only slanderous if it’s not true,” he said with a sly smile.

“Yeah, well, I read that about him, too. Still, as a people, we believe that it’s not good to talk bad about the dead, even if he was quite the philanderer. We believe you must celebrate the good qualities of someone who has passed over to the other side so that they fly up to the Heavens and reach Nirvana upon the wings of the Phoenix.”

See, there she goes again talking about an imaginary mythical bird and about the things that I can’t possibly understand when my second brain, my penis, is engorged with blood and when the focus of both my minds are on one thing…sex with a naked Native American Indian girl. ‘Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy…’ Around and around, she spun her naked dance in celebration of Earth Day. ‘Ass, tits, pussy…pussy, tits, ass…’

“Still, what he did in his private life does not diminish all the good he did and all the people he helped free with his civil rights activism,” she said giving him that look like he had done something wrong.

‘Hey,’ he thought, ‘don’t look at me like that. I rooted for the Indians every time I watched a cowboy movie, okay, not every time, a couple of times, okay, one time when I watched Kevin Costner with Mary McDonnell in Dancing With Wolves. Mary McDonnell, as Irish as General Custer, made a wonderfully hot Indian squaw.

She continued dancing, only more slowly and seductively. She’d rear up on her toes pushing out her pelvis. A little bit of drool formed on his lip as he stared at her perfectly trimmed pussy.

His pulsating cock that tented up his pants kept beat to her movements as she danced across the living room carpet, ass…tits…pussy…ass…tits…pussy…ass…tits…pussy. Slowly she spun her naked dance in celebration of Earth Day for his appreciative viewing pleasure. Truly, he was enamored with this holiday.

“And it isn’t a real holiday like Car Day where the automobile dealers take out full page ads in the local newspapers and plaster their cars all over the television while pushing out plastic statues of dead presidents to sell Chevy Impalas and Ford Focuses. Have you seen the ad where they drive a Hummer across the Delaware River at its lowest point and all the revolutionary soldiers are sitting on the roof with paddles while General George Washington is standing and then the narrator says, “This is the car that George Washington would have bought when he needed to cross the Delaware, a Hummer.”

“Yeah, I saw that it was just as disturbing as the Native American Indians they use in commercials to poke fun at stuff. I hate that as much as the cigar store Indians that are still displayed in front of country stores throughout the United States. Then, of course, there are the Cleveland Indians and the Atlanta Braves who poke fun at us, too by even using a tomahawk to beat a drum.”

“And what about the car commercial with President Lincoln where Lincoln is driving a Porsche Cayenne and the announcer says, If Lincoln wanted to free slaves today he’d be driving a Porsche Cayenne. Porsche…nothing even comes close.”

“Yeah, it is beşevler escort a bit ridiculous, but to my family this is still an important holiday, so please don’t make fun of it.”

Then, she said something miraculously (truly it was a miracle that she said this) and erotically thought provoking. She said what every man dreams and lustfully desires to hear from the woman that he, well, lustfully desires, actually for that matter to hear these words from any female, especially one who is naked is exciting. She said those words that endear every naked woman to every man’s heart.

“You can remove your clothes and put them here and then follow me downstairs.”

Hammer time!

‘What? Remove my clothes? Did she just invite me to remove my clothes…all of my clothes? She wants me to be naked like her?’ he thought. ‘Did I hear her correctly? Did she just invite me to (gulp) get naked with her and follow her downstairs to the land of the Phoenix and to the lustful and sacred place of Nirvana and a place of sexual debauchery? Ass! Tits! Pussy! This is it!’ His mind was screaming with horniness and passion.

Finally, he was going to make love to her. Finally, he was going to get laid. He hoped that she’d stroke his cock before sucking him to make him really hard and then, he imagined her inserting his stiff cock in her wet pussy.

‘The pitch, the swing, and Holy Cow, that ball is way out of here over everything and gone, gone, gone, a grand slam homerun! Look at him running around the bases now!’

His brain echoed his thoughts of lust and desire for her. His thoughts of baseball did nothing to impede his erection. He didn’t want to ruin the moment by going faster than she was, but what the Hell, she was already naked. She was already waiting for him at home plate with her legs spread wide open waiting for him to slide head first into home. She was already there. He was the one who needed to catch up with her.

For the first time, she was ahead of him. For the first time he really felt that she wanted him. There she was already downstairs and waiting for him to follow her to the passion pit. He figured she’d be lying on the sofa or the floor or the coffee table waiting for his naked body to make love to her.

‘Taking it all in, enjoying the moment, and savoring this homerun, he’s slowly rounding the bases waving to the cheering fans while blowing them kisses. He’s playing this grand slam homerun up for all that it’s worth,’ he imagined his imaginary sexual sports announcer calling the play by play action.

Quickly, Freddie erased the baseball analogies from his mind and stripped off his clothes. Finally, he was going to have sex with his girlfriend. He couldn’t wait to get naked and to show her his big cock.

He imagined the feel of her hand gently stroking him as he French kissed her and felt her ass, her tits, and her pussy. He imagined her on her knees taking him in her mouth and cumming in her mouth as she swallowed his hot load. He imagined her sprawled naked on her bed while she screamed like a wild Indian when he gave her orgasm after orgasm with his mouth, his tongue, and his cock. He imagined pounding her hot Indian naked body with his Caucasian naked body like a Tom Tom drum.

He couldn’t wait to finally get her alone. He couldn’t wait to taste her sweet pussy. He couldn’t wait to mount her and hump her before rolling her over on top of him and watching her tits bounce up and down and side to side as he fucked her and she fucked him. He couldn’t wait to make love to his sweet, Indian squaw, er, woman.

After dating her for nearly four months and not receiving much more than an all too brief two fingered hand job where he didn’t even cum, he was beginning to get blue balls. He waited until she walked ahead of him and disappeared downstairs before he gave his cock half dozen quick strokes. Proud of his big prick, he wanted it to be really stiff. He wanted to show her how big it got when he was really excited. Oh, yeah, he’ll show his squaw who the big chief is around here now. He’ll show his squaw his totem pole up close and personal.

‘Ass!’ he thought while descending the stairs. ‘Tits!’ he thought as the passion pit loomed closer. ‘Pussy!’ he thought when he saw her standing there naked by the bottom of the stairs.

To be continued…

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Liza moaned, the heat from her body palpable to anyone standing within a foot of her — breasts heaving with the strength of her desire. He was so strong, even his hand grasping her wrist, as it was now, conveyed his true strength. Kyle was big man; broad shouldered with the kind of musculature that comes from a youth of hard labor. Of course, now he was 47 — a well-dressed professional without the callouses he must’ve earned long before.

Liza had struggled to fight her attraction for this handsome man — her boss. She was too young for him, only 23, and wasn’t the type to submit to a domineering partner. For some reason she sensed Kyle would be…domineering. Her curly brown hair became fluffier by the minute from the perspiration forming on her brow. All he’d done was grab her wrist!

Kyle winced even as he reached for her — what business had he grabbing this trim young woman, his secretary — office assistant, rather. He’d hired her right out of college for crying out loud! The girl was so sweet, a pleasant moment amid a sea of endless contract negotiations and ankara rus escort frustrated clients. Her springy curls bounced as she turned her head, surprised at his sudden physical arrest of her leaving. He’d just asked her to go fetch the Murdoch file, after all. The faint flush of her cheeks was tantalizing — as was the rise and fall of her softly swelling breasts. Turtleneck sweaters should be outlawed — and knee length pencil skirts!

Liza’s moan went straight to Kyle’s groin. Her limpid eyes gazed up at him with subtle trepidation. She bit her lip. The girl was only 5’2; a little slip of a thing, with rounded hips to make a man salivate at the dream of what lay beneath her tweed skirt. Kyle watched her all morning. Their conversation was brief — but perhaps the body language between them conveyed more than words. Kyle released her wrist, unfastening his belt buckle.

Belying his fears, Liza responded by slowly pulling the mossy-colored turtleneck up over her head.

Kyle caught his breath at the sight – the tantalizing top ankara türbanlı escort half of Liza’s figure on display. A perky C-cup bosom complete with hard brown nipples poking through the gauzy lace of her bra. He watched, frozen, as she slowly lowered the straps of the garment and pushed it down her torso.

Liza’s sharp intake of breath was audible as the edge of her bra grazed her nipples. She could feel the wetness between her legs already beginning to seep into her thin cotton panties. Kyle had never shown this sort of interest in her. She’d caught his occasional, inscrutable glance laden with lust before, but always she’d reasoned it must be a product of her imagination.

Lips, hot, firm, masculine, closed around her nipple, sucking with temerity. Her hands tangled in his thick dark hair, paying special attention to the shock of white at each temple. Kyle was the sexiest man she’d ever seen — in that moment Liza could care less if he fired her for her actions. She withdrew her hands from his hair and hastily pushed down bahçelievler escort his slacks and boxers, freeing the beast within.

Kyle’s cock sprang free, brushing the rough tweed of Liza’s skirt: this simply would not do. He moved his hungry lips to her other nipple, and yanked down her skirt, popping the tiny zipper that gave way instantly.

Kyle ground his member against her pussy, growling into his secretary’s neck as the precum on his cock-head rubber her panties. He lowered a hand to push them quickly aside. Liza gasped as his fingers grazed her mound, soft hairs unable to conceal the slickness of her desire. Quickly Kyle thrust into her sacred depths, thumbing the swollen nub of her clit.

“Kyle — I’m not — Protected!!” Liza cried out, hot searing waves of pleasure radiating up her abdomen at her boss’ every thrust.

“I am.” He growled into the cradle of her neck, already at the edge of his own delirious sensations. Her nails raked down his back, her legs lifting to encircle his waist. Liza arched her spine, sending his next thrust deeper inside her still. The sensation of fullness, his cock hitting her cervix, was too much to bear!

Kyle’s thrusts were erratic; he murmured against her lips — “I, I, can’t stop — I Love you Liza!!”

Hot, thick cum shooting into her womb, the slender young woman in his arms let forth a scream. “I love you too, Kyle!”

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Writers note: This is a real story. Of course, the names are changed. It is about a woman that I met and had an affair with. This first half of this chapter is a little heavy on the dialogue, but I feel it is important to set the stage for what happens later in this and the other chapters. There is little bit of very tame bathroom play as well in here. On a scale of 1 to 10, for that kind of play, at best it ranks 1 and probably is closer to a .5. It does get a little more involved as the story progresses through the other chapters. If you don’t like reading about that sort of play, well don’t read this. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Chapter 1.

Eight years ago, I met Pam on-line. She had posted a fairly tame ad on one of the adult personal sites, but like most women, she soon got overwhelmed with responses. Most of which being the, “how soon do you want to get together and fuck?” variety. I sent her an email through the site and said that I just wanted to talk and to get to know her a little better. It took about a week but she finally emailed me back. A couple of emails passed between us over the next few days. She seemed comfortable with the fact that I wasn’t trying to drag her into bed right away. I got her on ICQ, which was the instant messaging program, that was popular back then.

For the first week, we just talked about anything and everything, except for sex. She was married, I was married, but you know how the story goes. She told me that she worked afternoon shift as a medical secretary at one of the local hospitals. That left her mornings free to chat. She had three kids, 14, 16, and 18, all still in school. I told her about mine as well. She couldn’t get on-line on the weekends, because of husband and kids being around.

The next Monday, I saw her come on line and sent my usual “good morning” message.

She typed back “Good morning to you”.

We chatted for a little while about what went on over the weekend, then she typed, “I have a question for you?”

I sent back, “sure, what?”

“How come you haven’t asked how big my boobs are yet? That seemed to be the first thing that everyone else was interested in?” was the reply.

I typed, “well, I didn’t want to be too pushy and I figured we would get around to that, sooner or later.”

She sent back, “oh, okay.”

Then another one came, before I could reply, “38D.”

I said “nice and thank you.”

“You are welcome,” she replied and then “and no, I’m not shaved either”.

I sent back, “LOL, I guess you got asked that a lot, as well.”

She replied, “yes. Does that bother you?”

I said “I prefer shaved or well trimmed, but to be perfectly honest, it isn’t a big deal with me.”

She sent back, “that’s good.”

And another “anything else you want to know?”

I shot back “really bushy?” with a smiley at the end.

“Really bushy!” was the reply with a smiley in return.

“Sounds real nice to me!” was my answer.

And on it went. That day and for the rest of the week. Each day, the conversation got a little more intimate. She told me about her husband and how sex with him, which was never great to begin with, had gotten pretty mundane.

“Once or twice a month for a couple of minutes and that is it,” she wrote.

I asked back, “do you climax?”

After a little hesitation, she replied, “yes, after he falls asleep.”

I wrote back, “well that seems to happen with a lot of the women I have talked to.”

“Are you seeing any now?” was her next question.

“No,” I said, “it’s been about 6 months.”

“And your wife?” she asked.

“I said if I’m lucky if I get it once a month and it’s more like every other month. It is a battle to get there and then I have to listen to her bitch about afterwards,” was my reply.

“I’m sorry,” she wrote.

I sent back, “we both have our problems.”

She said, “yes we do.”

We exchanged non-nude pictures that week as well. She was your average mom type, 40 years old, about 160 lbs. but from what I could see in the photo, nicely distributed. She was a brunette with shoulder length hair. Average looks, but I wasn’t going to win any best of show awards in that department, either.

On Friday, while looking for something new to talk about, I asked, “how did you loose your virginity?”

She replied that, “that is an very personal question!”

I was thinking of something to reply, when she sent, “in the back of a car, with my husband before we were married.”

“Okay,” I replied.

She continued, “I didn’t know much about sex. We had fooled around a lot, but one night I was feeling a little braver than usual and let it go past the fooling around stage.”

“He got on top of me, and before I knew it, he pushed it in me. It hurt like all hell, and then he came right away”, was the next line.

“I spent the next 2 weeks praying I wasn’t pregnant, which I wasn’t,” with a smiley at the end.

I said, “yeah, that could have been a problem.”

She wrote back, “so I got some rubbers and made sure he used one after büyükesat escort that.”

“Did the sex ever get better?” I asked.

She replied, “a little, but not much.”

I said, “okay. And are you baby proof now?”

She sent back “LOL, yes! I had my tubes tied after my daughter was born.”

“That’s good,” I said, “cause I’m not much for wearing rubbers any more. Besides I can think of much better places for my come to go, other than a trash can.”

“You are so naughty!” was her reply.

It was time for her to get ready for work and I had work to do as well. I was self-employed, so I had a bit of screw off time, but still needed to get things done.

I said “I’ll talk to you on Monday, have a great weekend.”

She replied back, “yes, you too”

Then came in, “Kisssssssssssssssssssss.”

That was a first, so I sent one back as well.

Next Monday rolled around and when she came online, I wrote “Good morning dear. Kisssssssssssssss.”

She sent back “Good morning to you dear. Kisssssssssssssss.”

“How was your weekend?” she then asked.

“Nothing out of the ordinary here. Yours?” I replied.

“Pretty much the same here,” she said.

Feeling a little bit of the devil, I asked, “get lucky?”

A little hesitation and then, “Saturday night.”

“Oh,” I said, “short and sweet?”

“Short” was the reply.

Then she asked, “Are you doing anything this morning?”

“Not really,” I said.

“I was wondering if you wanted to meet for breakfast someplace?” she replied.

Usually, I was the one to suggest a face to face meeting, in a neutral place, so this was a bit of a surprise.

I said, “that would be nice.”

I knew we were about 40 miles away from each other, so I suggested a diner that was about half way between where we lived. I was also thinking that there would be less chance of either of us, bumping into anyone else that we knew. She knew where the place was, so we agreed to meet there in 45 minutes. I told her I what I was driving and she did the same.

I signed off with a “kisssssssssssssssss.”

She did the same, “kisssssssssssssssss.”

I did a few quick things around the office, then I got on the road. I got there with 5 minutes to spare, but she wasn’t there yet. The time came and went, then 5 minutes late, then 10 minutes late. I was just about to leave, when I saw a vehicle pull in the lot, like the one she said she was driving. The window rolled down and it was her. She saw me and waved. She pulled into the parking space next to me.

We both got out at the same time and she said “I’m sorry, it took longer than I thought.”

“No problem,” I said.

We went into the diner and got seated at a booth in the back, away from anyone else. She was wearing a ribbed turtleneck shirt that showed off her breast’s nicely. I took a few discrete looks to get the lay of the land. The waitress came over and we ordered our meals.

I said, “I was really surprised that you suggested this.”

She shrugged her shoulders and replied, “I just wanted to meet you in person.”

“Oh, to see if I am real?” I asked with a smile.

She laughed and said, “yes, that was the reason.”

I said, “you are a lot prettier than our picture.”

“Thank you. You are a lot more handsome as well,” she said back.

“I’m sorry again about being late, it just took longer to get ready than I had planned on,” was her next comment.

“You didn’t have to get all fancied up for me,” I said.

“It’s a girl thing, you know, first date and all that” she said with a smile.

I said, “I guess this is a first date. I hope I at least get a kiss,” and winked.

She said, “you never know till it happens,” and winked back.

Then our food came and we started eating. The conversation was pretty much about work, life, and kids. Nothing, that if overheard, could be taken for anything other than a couple of old friends catching up.

Then she said quietly, “did you check me out yet?”

I said back, “I’ve taken a few looks but I wanted to be discrete.”

She replied, “I thought you were, but I wasn’t sure.”

I looked her in the eyes, and then lowered my gaze to give her breasts the official inspection. They were nicely rounded. I had hoped for a glimpse of nipple poking through her bra, but there was none to be seen.

When I looked back up, she was blushing a little, asked softly, “get a good look?”

I laughed a little and said, “very lovely.”

“Thank you,” she said back in almost a whisper.

We were finished eating. The waitress came over, cleared the table and left the check.

She went to reach for it and I said, “don’t even think about it.”

“Okay, but at least let me leave the tip,” she replied.

We got up to leave. I let her get out of the booth first, being the gentleman that I am, but I also wanted to catch a good glimpse of her ass, before she put her coat back on. She had on dress slacks and I was pretty çankaya escort sure she had pantyhose on underneath with no panties, because I didn’t see a panty line. I figured I ask about that later. We walked out of the diner and over to her car.

She said, “I had a really great time today.”

I said, “so did I.”

She then said, “I have some errands to run, so I won’t be back online till tomorrow.”

“I understand”, was my reply.

She opened her car door and got in.

She said, “you still want that kiss?”

I leaned in, as best as I could, and she put her arms around me. The kiss started off softly. Her lips started moving, and I moved mine back. Then I felt her tongue probing my lips. I parted mine and sent mine out to meet hers. It was a really great kiss. I thought seriously about reaching out and feeling one of her breasts, but I decided not to.

After a few way too short minutes, we ended it and I said “drive safe dear.”

She said back, “you too, dear.”

The wait until the next morning seemed like years. Finally she showed up on line. We traded good morning’s and kisses.

She asked, “so what did you think?”

“About what?” I asked.

“Yesterday and me, silly!” was the reply.

I said, “yesterday was great and you are one very beautiful lady.”

“You tell that to all the women, I bet!” she sent back.

“Darling, you were the only one I was with yesterday, so that eliminates the rest of the world,” I answered.

“And the kiss?” was her next question.

I said, “that was very nice!”

Then I sent, “I have to say, I came very close to putting my hand on one of your breasts.”

She said back, “that would have been okay.”

I said, “Damn, I will remember that for the next time”, and added a smiley.

She sent a smiley back.

Her next message was, “so where would you like to meet the next time?”

I thought about for a minute or so, then another message comes in, “still there?”

“Yes,” I said, “I’m still here.”

“If I had my say in the matter, there is a motel about 4 miles north of the diner,” I typed.

Now the silence was at her end. I thought that maybe it was too soon to hope for that.

I just starting to type something, when she replied, “that sounds good to me.”

I was so stunned that she had said yes, that the slightest gust of wind could have knocked me off my chair at that point. My cock got instantly hard.

“When?” was her next message.

“Tomorrow?” I wrote.

Silence, then “okay, what time?”

I wrote, “when can you get there?”

“9:30,” she wrote back.

“I’m not sure where this place is,” was her next message.

I said, “just meet me at the diner and you can follow me there.”

“Okay. Do you want me to wear anything special?” she wrote and sent a smiley.

I thought about for a little bit and said, “a blouse with buttons down the front, that can be easily removed, and a skirt.”

She said, “I have a long jeans skirt that buttons down the front as well, is that okay?

I wrote back, “Perfect. Underwear is optional,” with another smiley at the end.

Little bit of silence at her end, then “I will have to think about that.”

“It is up to you,” I replied and added, “Whatever you feel comfortable in doing is fine with me.”

“The blouse I am thinking about wearing is kind of sheer. I might have to wear a camisole,” she wrote.

“That sounds nice,” I said.

“I also have a full slip,” she wrote.

“Now that sounds sexy,” I replied with another smiley.

“Not really,” she sent back, “and I’m going to have to really think about going out with no underwear on.”

I said, “you weren’t wearing panties yesterday.”

She sent back, “You really checked me out, didn’t you! I was wearing pantyhose.”

“Yeah,” I wrote, “that’s what I figured.”

“My ass is too big,” she said with a smiley at the end.

I replied, “looked like two really nice handfuls, just like those great breasts.”

Double smiley from me.

“I do have one thing to ask,” she said.

I said “sure, what is it?”

“Nothing kinky?” was her reply.

“Naw,” I said, “at least not on a first date.”

“This will be our second,” she reminded me.

“Not this kind of date it isn’t,” I wrote back

“If you say so,” she replied.

I looked at the clock and remembered that I had an appointment to get to.

I wrote, “I hate to do this dear, but I have something to do this morning.”

“Okay” she wrote.

I replied, “I will be here till 8:45 tomorrow morning so if anything changes, let me know, okay?”

“Okay”, again was the answer.

“Kisssssssssssssss,”, I sent.

“Kisssssssssssssss,” was the reply.

I went out on my appointment, which went longer than planned. I got back to the office and looked at ICQ. She was offline and there were no messages from her. Good I thought, she hasn’t backed out yet. Having been doing this for a while now, cold cebeci escort feet at the other end was always a possibility on a first time motel date.

It had been a couple of months, since I had last had sex and my balls were ready to burst. I thought, with this gal the last thing I need, is to have an short fuse in the orgasm department. So I headed for the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and pumped my cock to the point of cumming, all the while thinking of her. I turned around and unloaded a big load into the toilet. I washed my hands and cock off, then got the clothes back in order. I then worked away the rest of the day, thinking about the day to come.

I was back at my office early the next day. I worked alone, except for a very part time secretary who came in twice a week to help with the paperwork. I fired up ICQ. Around 8:30 she came online. Oh shit, I thought, she’s going to back out.

“Kisssssssssssss dear, are we still on?” she wrote.

“Kisssssssssssss dear, yes we are,” I wrote back.

“Okay, I promise not to be late,” she replied.

“Great,” I answered.

“See you at 9:30,” she wrote and then disconnected.

I let out the deep breath I had drawn in when she first came on line. I counted the minutes till it was time to leave, and then I hit the road. Got to the diner where we were supposed to meet, early again. 9:30 came and went. Finally around 9:40, she pulls in, rolls down the window and yells out “sorry.”

I just smiled. I started my truck and we drove off. The place we were heading to was a very cheap if paid in cash, no-tell motel. While along a main highway, it was far enough away from the surrounding towns, that most of it’s business was of the day time variety. I had been there before during a previous affair and when I called on Tuesday to reserve a room with a king sized bed, the owner still remembered me. The place had five different buildings with rooms. I pulled in by the office and she pulled in behind me. I went in, paid for the room, came out and showed her which building to head over to. We drove up, parked and got out of our vehicles. There was nobody else at that part of the motel that day. It was a cool autumn day and she was wearing a long coat, not quite as long as her skirt. I opened the door and we went inside. The lights were off but the curtains were open.

She looked around and said, “it’s not the Ritz, but I guess it will do. I do have to leave by 12:30 though.”

I said, “that is fine”.

The lights in the room were all table lamps. I turned on one and closed the curtains. There was enough light to see, but it was still a little dark in the room. She took off her coat and laid it on a chair. I looked at her. Her blouse was very sheer. I could see the outline of the slip very clearly. I could also easily see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Poking through the thin fabric were two nice big nipples. I could even make out a little bit of her areola though the fabric.

I said, “you look stunning.”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing a little.

I walked over to her and put my arms around her kissed her. Her arms came up around me and before long, our tongues were a dancing like a couple of teenagers in heat. I started moving my hands up and down her back, bringing my fingers up to stroke her neck and into her hair. She really liked this, because she started moaning as we were kissing. I brought both of my hands around, and cupped a breast in each hand. I played with them for a bit, taking in their softness and fullness. Her hand slid down to the front of my pants where she started stroking my already erect cock through the front. I then zeroed in on her nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, as I kept kissing and squeezing.

I let go of one nipple, and started to unbutton her blouse with that hand. She brought her arms up around my neck and I could feel her unbuttoning the cuffs. I pulled the blouse tails out of her skirt, then I pulled the blouse off of her and dropped in onto a nearby chair. She reached over and unbuttoned my shirt as we continued to nibble and kiss. I brought my hands around and unbuttoned my cuffs. Her hands came up and stroked up and down the hair on my chest. Then she reached up, and pulled my shirt off. Drawing her close again and holding her tightly, I turned up the intensity of the kiss. I slid my hands down her back to her ass. I grabbed a cheek in each hand and started playing and squeezing them together. I traced my fingers down to where the panty elastic should have been and there was none.

I whispered in her ear, “you naughty girl, you forgot your panties.”

She whispered back, “this is the first time I have ever went anywhere, without panties or pantyhose.”

I said, “I’m glad it was for me”.

Moving back a little, I reached around and slowly opened the buttons on her skirt. She reached down and pulled on my belt to open it. Then she opened the top of my pants. I kicked my shoes off, and when enough buttons were open, I slid down her skirt, which she stepped out of. Off on the chair that went. A quick pull on my zipper and my pants were added to the pile. I stood back a little and looked at her standing there. The slip wasn’t fancy, but at that point in time, it was damn sexy looking. Even with the dim light in the room, I thought I saw the outline of her pubes through the slip.

I said, “damn, you look so hot”.

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And the winner for Excellence in the Category of Chemistry is awarded to Dr. Davis McKenzie from the United States. The crowd went wild and all my friends and family congratulated me as I moved forward to collect my prize. It was everything I had ever hoped and dreamed of, but then I woke up and realized that it had once again all been a wonderful but far off dream.

At one time, I could have earned the prize. I was smart enough and certainly had the talent for creative inventions and advancements. But my career took a different path. What I had invented and created was far superior to what won the awards each year. However, my inventions outside of a couple of pharmaceutical pills remained a secret and always would. It was hard to complain about my life and how my career had moved forward. Most people would have traded their life with mine in a heartbeat. This is my story and how my inventions and discoveries changed my life forever and how they could have changed our world…if they were ever known.

*****

I was always a scientist inventing things and making objects. It was my passion and I was very good. Even as a kid I never looked at the object but how it was constructed and put together. By high school, I knew that I had a special talent for chemistry, human biology and for understanding how things worked and were put together. I began to understand how people worked, what they thought, what made them act as did and how they made decisions. As I got older, I started looking at what made people tick, why they did things and how they reacted.

I went to a large university on a full scholarship for one purpose only. I wanted access to the greatest equipment, the best minds, and the latest cutting edge development of chemical research and reactions

Early in college, I worked with a professor on a drug study. We studied different medicines and drug combinations. We looked at how the drug combinations affected people and how we could use that medicine to change people’s behaviors. Mostly we worked on a cure or course of treatment for ADDA and for children who had trouble focusing. The work also veered into bipolar and behavior modification through drugs. Yeah, not exactly exciting stuff but there is a great deal of money to be made from doping up little kids who are hyperactive.

Most people were surprised when they learned that I was a research chemist. I guess it was the way that I presented myself. My research and work screamed nerdy scientist with a white lab coat and thick glasses but I was not your typical scientist.

I was a pretty good looking guy. I was never left wanting for a girlfriend or lacked the attention of girls. I played football at the college. I was a walk-on, but I played a great deal and scored 4 touchdowns in one game. By my senior year, I was a team captain and starting at wide receiver. I also pledged a fraternity and enjoyed partying and hanging out with the guys and of course the readily available sorority sweethearts.

Despite the fun with the fraternity and the guys and the ladies, I was still in college to learn. I was very smart and soon my research started to develop new ideas for how to make formulas that would alter a person’s outlook on life. I was interested in affecting or modifying human behavior. As I mentioned, my initial research focused on looking for cures concerning ADDA and Bipolar in adolescents. We even went so far as to explore DNA alteration and chemical enhancements to change patient deformities in the mind and eventually the body. The work with DNA manipulations and alterations was groundbreaking and revolutionary work. I graduated with high honors and then finished my graduate work. Eventually a few years later, I had earned a Ph.D. from Cal-Berkeley and was a rising star among research chemists.

After school and finishing my Ph.D., I went to work for a research and pharmaceutical development company that pretty much left me alone in my lab. I developed a few drugs, mainly stuff to limit ADDA and things of that nature. I did not enjoy the work process in pharmaceutical development, nor the corporate clog or what my research was being used for. Nothing bad but I just was not happy.

When I was offered a research teaching position, I jumped at the opportunity. I accepted a position at State University back east and felt like I was headed home. The money was not that great but I held a few patents and product residuals and I was willing to live without fancy material things to be back in the world of academia.

State University was a perfect set up for me. I taught a few classes and labs each week and spent the rest of the time in my state of the art lab without distractions. There were no corporate bean counters on my ass about practical applications and the sorority girls were hotter than ever.

The one and only true distraction from my work were all the hot coeds at State University. With over 20,000 students and approximately 55% of them female, there were more than a few incredible hot balgat escort young girls. I had always been a bit of player in college and liked the girls, particularly the young undergraduates. I had a more than a couple short relationships / affairs with a few female students. I guess there were at least 10 or 12 girls keeping my bed warm over the first 2 or 3 years. I was very fortunate not to be fired or brought up before the faculty senate. I was not always very discreet and there was always an abundance of young girls with daddy issues roaming around the halls at State University.

Putting me in a college environment with all those hot coeds with their tight bodies and beautiful young breasts was like bringing an alcoholic into a fully stocked bar and giving him the keys. I just could not help myself. I was very fortunate not to be fired, have my ass kicked by a boyfriend or brought up on charges. I guess today, no college would tolerate my behavior but somehow, I got away with banging numerous girls during the first 3 years at State U.

At the start of my 3rd year, I met the new English Literature teacher on campus. Allison Shaw was fresh out of an Ivy League University sporting a doctorate in English Literature and was the talk of the campus. She was the hot new teacher, beautiful, smart and sexy. She had the sexy librarian look working hard. Ally was from the deep South and had the look of a Carolina beach girl all the way down to the all-over tan. Her face was framed by long sandy blonde hair. She was breathtakingly cute with soft features and these incredible dark blue eyes. She was definitely a southern girl and looked the part.

Allison had a rough family life and had overcome many obstacles. Her parents were a mess and she grew up with a half-sister and her grandparents in some back-water town in South Carolina. Ally had worked hard and got the hell out of there as soon as possible. A full scholarship handed her a chance and she earned an English Lit degree from Columbia University. She never looked back and a few years later had finished her graduate work at Princeton earning her masters and doctorate. A couple years at a small liberal arts college had prepared her teaching credentials and now she was the new English Literature Lecturer at State University.

The first time I saw her, I was smitten and knew I had to meet her. I asked her out on a date, she accepted and I knew right away and so did she. I took her to bed on the night of our very first date and we were together every minute after that. 2 weeks later we professed our love to one another and were married less than 8 months later after the academic year ended.

The wedding at the campus chapel was overflowing with friends and colleagues. Neither of us was close with our families and they did not attend. The school president walked my bride down the aisle and it was perfect. A small reception was held back in my hometown for my parents and we never even saw her parents or grandparents. Only her younger half-sister, who served as a bridesmaid attended the wedding.

After the wedding and the start of the new academic year, we were the hot married couple on the campus. We were popular, students loved us, the school president invited us to dinner and enjoyed being around his favorite young teachers. The school loved showing us off like a trophy to potential investment people and wealthy alumni. Life was wonderful. We were both on track towards tenure, full professorships, published research and a life in the sacred and safe halls of Good Ole State U.

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During that time, I made significant progress on a discovery. With unlimited time in a lab and no real boundaries, I started researching mind alterations and manipulations and reprogramming of DNA. It was by sheer luck that I stumbled down this road but I was certain in my mind that I was onto something groundbreaking that would change the way we saw human behavior.

My excuse now is that I was surrounded by all the sexy coeds and a hot wife at home and my obsession with sex at home became my obsession at work. Slowly most of my research centered around sex. How to make women want sex, how to change their appearance and how to make them want to screw around. My breakthrough came that fall as I discovered one of the major chemical keys to the human mind and human sexuality.

One night late in my lab, I hit the jackpot. The formula that I was staring at through a large screen on my computer had somehow been mismanaged and what I saw on my screen was incorrect. But it wasn’t. I stared at my screen and the test on the chemical composite I had mistaken created and knew I had something special. There was little doubt in my mind that it would be successful when practically created and applied. The eventual result was the development of a series of pills that would change and open a person’s mind to sex and sexual activities. Immediately I knew this was important and had far-reaching batıkent escort consequences. I decided to keep my discovery top secret since the ramifications were scary and officially the school would own the rights to my discovery.

Over the next 2 weeks, I developed a set of 4 different pills and decide to test them on my wife. Allison agreed with more than a slight laugh, thinking that I was trying to be funny and possibly even half crazy. I am not sure that either one of us had any true expectations that my experiment would work. At dinner one Friday night in late October, I told her the pills were ready and I wanted to do a controlled experimental test. Allison thought I was looking for an excuse to screw her and laughed at my proclamation that these pills would work.

“Why don’t you just go down to the grocery store and buy me a 12 pack of a good IPA. You know 3 or 4 beers gets me horny and you in my pants.”

I laughed with Allison who always had a witty sense of humor. Her willingness to get drunk and screw as the old song went, was always good for a laugh.

We had purchased a townhouse downtown along the main artery of campus. It was within walking distance of our campus offices and all the hot places downtown. My parents had helped us buy the home for cash as a wedding present and we loved the place. The best feature was a full basement without windows located under the first 2 levels. I turned the space into my lab / office. On that fateful Friday night, I had brought all the material home that we would need for our little experiment. I had decided the lab would be the perfect place for a true real world testing.

A little after 8 that evening, Allison and I had finished dinner and were nursing a couple of brews. Allison grabbed my arm and lead me down the stairs to the basement.

Allison said “let’s get this going because I really want to get laid tonight. The sooner we finish work, the sooner we can go to bed and I can rock your world.”

There was no doubt in that statement. Allison was great in bed and she knew it. Her body was tight and hot and even though she did not have the largest boobs, she was still well endowed and sexy. I always wondered how many of her male students got off thinking about my hot, sexy professor of a wife. It was my great fortune to be the one that had the privilege of plowing into her sexy body every night.

We walked down to the lab and Ally hopped up onto a stool.

“Ready when you are to be your human Guinea pig.” She said with more than a trace of sarcasm.

We both laughed and I sat the four bottles of pills on the counter. “Allison,” I began, “these pills seem to have an addictive quality. Not that they will make you crave one or become a pill addict. They seem to make the user unable to ever resist taking another pill when offered. Once you take one, if I offer you a second, you will always accept.”

Allison was cool with that and said “whatever. I am going upstairs and find my vibrator and start without you if we don’t finish this up soon.”

I had learned that the pills had a triggered an addictive property and would force the person to always accept and swallow a pill when offered after they had consumed the first pill. If I simply state “Open your mouth and take your pill, Swallow and close”. The subject would always follow those instructions. I wanted to make sure that Allison understood what the pill would do. I think in the back of her mind, she still doubted they would do a single thing. More than anything, Allison was humoring as I prepared the experiment.

I told Allison, 2 of the pills that I had developed were designed to change her body and 2 pills would change her mind and her actions. Allison laughed at me and called me an old pervert. She was sure now that the pills were a farce and that I had become a raving crazy Mad Scientist.

The first pill I had developed was designed to make a girl’s boobs grow. Yeah, I know, how pedestrian and predictable but this story had to start somewhere and this step seemed only logical. The pill I had developed was meant to correct or enhance a girl’s boobs, not create monster boobs. Thus, the pill was designed to only increase the original breast mass and size by 20%.

Allison was sexy beyond belief and her tight body was accented by a pair of smallish 32B sized boobs, sometimes a fuller B with a good bra. They were perfect on her and with Ally in peak physical shape and with her tight athletic body, her boobs fit her perfectly. I thought Allison was sexy and beautiful and loved her the way she was. But some of our late-night pillow talk after sex revolved around her always wishing for bigger tits and now that was going to happen.

I pulled out the first pill and handed the pill to my wife. She laughed again and thought the entire exercise was pointless. She made a big dramatic production out of taking the pill and then feigned a death scene after swallowing. beşevler escort

Allison then took off her tank top exposing her cute perky tits and nice tight nipples.

“If you want to continue playing scientist and professor, I have a hot plaid school girl skirt I could wear and I could fuck you in exchange for an ‘A’ in your class.”

My wife knew how to excite me, but I knew my formula would work. Ally did all she could to flirt with me and start our evening but this time science won out and I waited to see the results while she tried to get me hard and ready to fuck her.

After 10 minutes, Allison’s flirting stopped abruptly. She looked up at me and said: “my chest is burning up and I feel a tightness in my boobs.”

We both stared at her boobs and frankly we were both shocked when we noticed a slight swelling. A few seconds later the swelling was more pronounced and without a doubt, Ally was now growing beyond her small cups.

“Holy shit” she screamed out as the growth continued.

For the next couple of minutes her boobs swelled up and now without a doubt, Ally was bigger and showing cleavage. She grabbed a tape measure and then announced that her 32 B were now at least 34 C if not bigger.

We were both amazed and very horny. I leaned over and took her enlarged nipple into my mouth and she moaned out loud.

“Wow, they are super sensitive also. If you start something now, then be ready to finish.”

I pulled away and immediately started testing my data knowing as soon as we finished, the faster I would be able to suck on Ally’s tits while I fucked my wife.

It was now time for the second pill and this time I told Allison to take off her shorts and thong. This time Ally did a nice little strip tease which almost made me forget about the experiment. The site of my wife was incredible and I decided to forget the experiment and screw my sexy young wife. I grabbed her and bent her over the lab table and was ready (and so was she) to fuck her doggy style. But somehow, I stopped and told her we would spend the rest of the night in bed but we needed to finish this up.

Ally pouted and said if you don’t take care of me soon, then Mr. Vibrator would be coming out. I smiled and told her patience and gave her the second pill. After the second pill was given to her, she stood there watching her body.

“What is this pill supposed to do?”

About that time, Ally looked down at her pussy and watched as all the hair on her slit simply disappeared. She had been sporting a little landing strip above her pussy and a couple days of pussy hair stubble around her lips. After taking the pill, Allison was now completely bare. I stepped over to her and ran my fingers around her cunt and felt the complete bareness of her snatch. Without a doubt, I knew then that all the pills would work.

Allison was shocked by the results. She looked unbelievable with a huge set of tits, upturned with erect nipples and a bare shaven pussy. Again, I was tempted to forget the rest of the experiment and simply screw my wife for as long as we both could last.

Now that the physical pills were proven to work, I was very anxious to see if my other 2 discoveries were also effective. I told Ally to take a pill and gave her the next one. This pill will give you an uncontrollable urge to suck my cock. Allison had never been a huge lover of sucking cock but has been more than happy to perform in order to please me. Now I was hoping to awaken her inner cock sucker and hoped this formula would work on her like it had worked in the lab

Allison took the pill and the effects started. She licked her lips and described being hot and wanting something to drink or maybe an ice cube to suck on and cool down. Then she realized it was not an ice cube she wanted but rather my cock she needed. Allison went crazy taking off my pants and went right to work. She fell to her knees and gave my cock a tongue bath for the next 10 minutes until I dropped a huge load in her mouth which she swallowed. I don’t think in our 18 months together; Allison had ever blown me and swallowed my load.

“That was totally unbelievable,” she remarked as we contemplated what had just happened. We talked about the effect and she told me there was no way to resist and that she had to have a cock in her mouth immediately.

“It was unmanageable. The pill made me want you and I had to have you in my mouth immediately. It just built up and the need for something in my mouth was overwhelming. I just had to suck your cock. There was no way to resist. I would have done anything to blow you.”

Allison sat back and then looked very concerned.

“When you think about it, the effect is kind of scary. What would have happened if I took the pill and you were not around? I am not sure that it is tied to you. The desire to suck cock is more than anyone could stand. Davis, there is no way anyone will be able to resist. If that pill fell into the wrong hands, then it could be bad. Imagine the formula being mass produced or slipped to unknowing girls. You have to control and protect this invention.”

I told Allison that I agreed with her and asked if she is willing to move forward and take the 4th pill. She looked at me and said “I guess that we need to finish what we started. I am assuming this is a version of a fuck me pill.”

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My name is, well call me Juan Hernandez. The Hernandez family adopted me after my parents died. The Hernandez family didn’t have much money, but they were hard workers and perhaps they showed me the way to make something of myself.

The Hernandez family took me in and saved my life. However, I had to work and work hard. I was a big kid, but no sports for Juan. I worked at a market after school, stocking shelves. After work Mama Hernandez made me do my schoolwork. She told me if I was going to be a Hernandez I would just have to make something of myself.

It wasn’t easy. But maybe it was all for the best. I couldn’t run with the Mexican gangs at school, I didn’t have the time. I had to work for a Mr. Johansen down at the market and he didn’t put up with any schoolyard slang, Mexican or otherwise. It was all yes sir, no sir and damn respectful. OK, I hated the bastard.

When I graduate from high school my graduation present is a cheap suitcase and a ticket on the iron dog. I ride that bus with the dog on the side up to my uncle’s place.

My uncle gets me a job at the casino he works at. Well, my uncle actually gets me an interview with Mr. Adams who runs security for the casino. If Johansen was a bastard, Adams is a super bastard. Adams tries to get me mad, to see what I will do. Hell, I am so used to taking crap from Johansen that I just ‘sir’ Adams to death and I am ready to walk out near what I think is the end of the interview.

Adams then laughs in my face and tells me to relax. He then asks me if I am as strong as I am big.

I tell the man that I have been doing hard labor since I was a kid in grade school. I am as strong as any of the jocks in high school and I can handle myself.

Adams hires me and puts me to work as casino security.

OK, I am just a dumb Mexican. However, Mama Hernandez had showed me the way to my future. I take classes at the casino after work and I pick up a little polish. I also pick up a little unarmed combat, maybe a lot of unarmed combat.

If you come into my casino looking for trouble you will find yourself out on the sidewalk, probably talking to the police and wondering exactly how you got there. How you got there is Juan Hernandez.

On Christmas Eve I spot a lady who looks like real trouble. She has lost everything. I don’t mean just all her money; we get a lot of that. She has lost more and she is just about to lose it all.

I get the lady into one of the little hidden rooms they have all over a casino. I talk to her. I tell her that she is in big trouble. The kind of big trouble that will cause trouble for the casino. My job is to see that she does not cause trouble for the casino.

Janice, the lady looks at me with dead eyes. She tells me that she had come to the casino with a little under a thousand dollars. All the money she had in the world. She would either win enough to give her back her life or she would kill herself.

I ask what life she has lost. Janice tells me that she is the daughter of a rich man who has lost everything when the Internet boom went bust. The only thing that she is trained for is to be the rich bitch wife of a wealthy man. To snag a wealthy man she has to have clothes, jewelry, credit cards and all the other stuff that a rich girl has. Without the stuff she is nothing but a whore and she will kill herself first.

I ulus escort tell Janice that there are whores working the streets and whores in the legal brothels outside of town. The casino does not get involved with whores.

I tell her that she can get a job as the ‘wife of a rich man’ if she can pass the interview.

Janice laughs in my face.

I grab her and yank her to my face. I tell her that she does not laugh in a customer’s face; ever. For the purposes of her interview I am a customer.

She is scared as hell.

I sit her back down and ask what will she do now?

Janice straightens up and says that she doesn’t believe me.

I tell her that is the kind of response I am looking for.

I then tell Janice that the casino has rich men, high rollers, come to visit every day of the year, Christmas included. The rich men like to gamble and they like to have a hot young wife. Not some whore off the street, but a rich man’s wife. A wife who knows how to behave in a fancy restaurant or in the company of other rich men’s wives. The hot young wife has to know how to act in public and also in private.

A small spark of hope flickers in her eyes. Janice asks if I would like to discuss her last trip to Palm Springs.

I would and we discuss.

Janice knows the names of the restaurants and of some fancy ladies shops.

I know the restaurant names and, although I do not know the names of the ladies shops, her words ring true.

I ask, “Do you have any idea how few women have actually lived in the world that you have lived in?”

Janice inhales and then relaxes. She tells me, “Only a few young girls have the kind of social background I have.” Janice then asks me, “OK, I am a rich girl. Exactly what will I have to do?”

I tell her, “You will have to make sure that your high roller has a good time and that he wants to come back and gamble some more. The casino makes their money from gamblers.” I then tell her, “You will not only ‘date’ high rollers, you will talk to them on the phone and entice them to ‘come out and spend a few days in the sun,’ in a voice that says that there will be a lot more than just sun.”

I can see I am getting through to Janice. I then point out, “A lot of the high rollers have married young and have fat, ugly wives at home. They want to come out and live a dream for a few days.”

Janice stands up and looks me in the eyes. She finishes the first part of the interview by telling me, “Dreams are me!”

I call Mr. Adams and give him the code for a possible high roller girl. Mr. Adams gives me the go ahead.

I get the hotel staff to get Janice’s luggage. We load her stuff into my car. Then we drive to my place.

Janice gets things from her luggage and arranges her items in my bedroom. Then she insists on making coffee. She serves me the coffee as I sit in my favorite chair and then she sits on the footstool like my obedient little slave girl.

I sip my coffee and tell Janice, “I have made big money at the table today and do you know what I want?”

Janice tells me, “High stakes gambling makes a man very tense. A tense man needs to relax to sooth away all that tension. I will show you how to relax.” Janice disappears in the bedroom and when she comes back she is wearing a fancy see-through nightie that yenimahalle escort leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination except how good it is going to be when I get my cock inside her.

We go into my bedroom and Janice lets me take over. I strip quickly and approach Janice.

She reaches down and grabs my raging hard on and tells me, “Take it a little easy on me because I am still the new girl on the job.”

It is fake, of course, but excellent fake!

I lay Janice on the bed and then mount her. I don’t know exactly what they teach rich young girls, but I suspect that it includes a course in fucking.

Janice doesn’t just lie there and let me fuck her, she helps. Janice’s pussy is very wet and I am able to get all of me inside her on the first stroke. Janice’s body makes it quite clear she wants all the cock I can give her; the harder and faster the better!

I give Janice hard and deep. However, I use slow instead of fast. I can feel her internal muscles gripping my cock as I stroke. It is as if she wants it as badly as I do. We build to a truly memorable mutual climax and I then roll off Janice.

She is not capable of making meaningful conversation. However, she presses her lush young body to me and gives me a few moans of appreciation. When her breathing has returned to something near normal she tells me. “A poor young girl like her is not used to being ravished by a big, hard, nasty man like you. I lost all control and will not be held responsible for my actions.

It is, of course, completely fake. But what a fake!

A little later, we get up and Janice serves me a cup of coffee with a dollop of my good scotch in it. She has the damn effrontery to look me in the eye and tell me, “Well, I was drunk before, otherwise I certainly would not have given ‘that much’ of myself to a man on the very first time.”

It is fake. I know damn well it is fake. My cock does not know it is fake. We go back into the bedroom and I ‘make’ Janice strip for me.

The strip is a little cock tease including a little hand over her pussy when she removes her panties.

I then make Janice suck on my cock ‘to get it good and wet.’ The sucking is not needed, but she handles it like a pro! I manage to get her on the bed before I shoot cum in her mouth.

This time, I am in a little better control and I savor every erotic stroke I put into Janice. It is as if she and I are the only two people in the world and there is nothing else but the interaction between us. I want it to go on forever and am so involved that when Janice climaxes it is really a surprise for me. I don’t let the wicked rest but stroke again until Janice recovers a bit.

She then pretends to climax a second time, but, by now, I know what her real climax is and I don’t let her fool me. She begs for it harder and deeper. This, even though I am getting into her up to my balls already! Then the pleading dissolves into moans of total surrender.

Finally I can feel Janice getting ready to climax again and I join her.

We have one last session that night, hell it may have been Christmas morning, I sort of lose track of time. I play the big loser. Janice tells me that what I need is to change my luck. It seems she has just the thing I needed to change my luck. I turns out that it is the same thing that make a tense man relax.

Janice has put on some kind of whore dress to play the game. She bustles about serving me coffee and manages to show me damn near everything she has while she still has clothes on!

When Janice catches me staring down her dress, she teases me like a pro. She peels back the top of her whore dress to expose her tits. She tells me, “They aren’t as big as the girls have down in the show room, but they are a direct link to my pussy and if you use them right, they will turn me into a wild woman.”

We go back into my bedroom and she makes me wait while she slips out of the whore dress. She tells me. “I get so damn hot when a man plays with my breasts that stuff starts to run down my legs.”

I put her on the bed and start to lick and suck her tits. Sure enough, Janice starts to lubricate to the point I can feel the flow from her pussy. I put Janice’s legs over my shoulders and stick my cock in her once again. This time I have all the control and all she can do is wiggle a little and try to bring me to climax with her internal muscles. This time I win. I bring her to one final, mutual climax and we sleep until the next day.

We get cleaned up in the morning.

Janice is still playing her role and playing it well. She puts on a revealing cocktail dress, not quite a whore dress. She doesn’t really have any underwear underneath the skintight dress, although she does have a garter belt and nylons on.

I phoned Mr. Adams while Janice was in the bathroom and he has a luncheon set up.

I introduce Mr. Adams and Janice.

Mr. Adams introduces Janice and me to a lady he calls Moira.

The four of us eat lunch with quite a bit of conversation back and forth. On several occasions I am sure that I am missing some of the clever little things that are being said, but I do the best I can.

Finally, the two girls go off to the ladies room.

After they leave, Mr. Adams lectures me. He tells me, “Juan, I am going to fuck Janice.”

I nod and then tell him. “I understand that there is an interview process and that I told Janice that she would undoubtedly have to screw one or more times to get the job.”

Mr. Adams asks, “Is that was OK with you?”

I tell him, “I want Janice to get the job.” I also tell him, “When I first found her, she was ready to kill herself on Christmas Eve. Now she is at least willing to live. I think that she will do what she is told and she is sure as hell good at it!”

Somebody calls Mr. Adams on the phone and he talks briefly with whoever it is. He finishes the conversation, and then smiles briefly at me. He tells me, “You have done well. We are going to evaluate Janice. Both Moira and Heather are impressed with Janice so far.”

I don’t really know who Moira is, but Heather is the bitch queen. If it involves the casino ladies, Heather has the first say, the last say and all the says in between. If you want to fuck Heather, you damn well better be the president of a major corporation, a movie star; someone like that.

Mr. Adams watches my reaction and then smiles again. He says, “Whether Janice makes it or not, you did well. In the next few days Heather will contact you. You will go where she tells you and do what she tells you. Do you have any problem with that?”

I realize that it is the end of the interview and I tell Mr. Adams, “I am ready anytime.”

Mr. Adams nods and tells me, “You have the rest of the day off, with pay.”

A holiday and a lunch are fine with me, but I have already had my Christmas present!

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