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When I was eighteen, I got a job as a lifeguard at Cherry Park Apartments, a new housing development just outside Chicago. These days pools and recreation centers are dirt-common in suburban developments, but back then the concept was new and a bit daring, smacking of sybaritic luxury. This was some time ago, and things were a lot different than they are now. A lot different. The Beatles had just arrived, the Pill had just been introduced, and I’d just finished high school and was looking forward to going away to college in the fall. It was the mid-sixties and the very start of the era in which everything changed. It was a great summer to be 18, and there was probably no better job I could have had than lifeguarding at a private pool.

I never would have gotten the job if it hadn’t been for Barry Bortnik, a guy I knew from high school swim team. We’d taken the Red Cross lifeguard certification program together, and we’d become friends of a sort, though Barry wasn’t really the kind of guy I usually hung around with. He was an indifferent student and kind of small for his age, not that fast in the water and pretty unremarkable generally, but he got by pretty well on his nerve and brashness and tenacity, traits that gave him a reputation as something of a small-time hustler and bullshitter, always with an angle.

Bullshitter or not, Barry managed to talk his way into the job of head guard and pool maintenance manager at the newly-opened Cherry Park Apartments, and I thought that was pretty impressive. I found out later that some family business connections were involved, but however it happened, Barry was head guard and could hire and fire people, and when he called me and offered me a job as a guard, I jumped at it. It would be a hell of a lot better than spending my last summer before college bagging groceries and herding shopping carts at the local Jewel.

He drove me out to cherry Park one unusually hot and brilliant day in early June to show me around, and I was suitably impressed. Cherry Park sat in the middle of what was basically prairie, but prairie that was being rapidly developed with buildings and strip malls and the like. People had been leaving the cities for the burbs since the ’50’s, but this was all second-generation stuff out here, the beginning of suburban sprawl.

The apartments at Cherry Park were actually little townhouses, eight or twelve to a building, eight buildings altogether. Each townhouse had its own patio and balcony, sliding glass doors, central air, and all the buildings clustered around the pool and recreation center. They’d sold out fast, and when he drove me out there, we could see families moving into the last available units. They were young couples, mostly, just starting out, so there weren’t a lot of kids. Barry drove directly to the pool, past landscaping so new that some of the trees still had nursery tags on them, and parked in a lot whose tarmac was so fresh that it still smelled like tar.

We entered the pool through the rec center, which was a big empty unfinished space at the time and would stay unfinished the whole summer I was there, with nothing but a single forlorn ping pong table standing in one corner. The AC hadn’t been hooked up yet and the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with brown construction paper, so it was hot in there, like a greenhouse, or maybe a brownhouse.

We passed through the freshly-tiled men’s locker rooms and showers, and then into the guard room, which was to be the lifeguards’ hang out and pool headquarters, and then stepped out onto the deck of the pool and looked out into the blazing sunlight. The pool was good-sized and shaped like a T, the long top made for lap-swimming with a max depth of 5’6″, and the smaller stem serving as the deep-water diving area, with a high and a low board. The water was so blue it looked radioactive.

I shielded my eyes with my hand as I checked it out, but the pool wasn’t really as interesting as the people out on the deck. They were all women, lying in the sun in their bathing suits; oiled, glistening, some with straps down, most of them already pretty tanned, and not a man among them.

Barry’d told me the pool wouldn’t officially open until they’d passed a sanitation inspection at the end of the week, so I’d just assumed there’d be no one there yet. It never occurred to me that people would just come out for the sun, but there were maybe fifteen or twenty women out there, baking on lounges and recliners, leafing through magazines, chatting or dozing or sipping from plastic cups. They wore shorts, halter tops, a couple were in tennis outfits (there were courts nearby too), and of course bathing suits, both one- and two-piece.

They lounged around casually, comfortably, and they obviously felt right at home here. Apparently the pool had already become the social center for Cherry Park’s housewives and female residents even before it had officially opened. The men were all at work, of course, which was the canlı bahis şirketleri norm in those days, and so the place had the feel of a serraglio, the special place where a harem was kept. There was that unmistakable ambiance of a group of idle women without men. It surprised me.

Up to that point I’d never really thought about who we’d be guarding. I’d just assumed it would be a bunch of middle-aged suburbanites and their kids, and maybe, if we were lucky, a few girls our age. I was a city boy, and that’s who I thought lived in the suburbs–middle-aged people.

But these were attractive women for the most part, ranging in age from maybe not much older than I was to mid- or upper-thirties, and there was something about the way they acted, some easy indolence or sense of luxury that gave the place a country-club air. The residents of Cherry Park Apartments weren’t especially wealthy. In fact, as I said, most of them were young and newly married and just starting out, but I suppose the uniqueness of having their own pool gave them a special feeling of privilege and status. I could feel it in the way they moved and displayed themselves. I wasn’t expecting it, and I tried to look professional and nonchalant as I checked out the pool, while behind my sunglasses my eyes kept returning to those glistening, oily bodies.

I suppose I should say something here about who I was and where I was in my own personal development, since it’s kind of relevant to the story. I was 18 and had just finished high school, looking forward to going away to college in the fall. I was a big kid and not bad looking, but I was kind of shy and studious, almost the opposite of Barry’s frenetic personality. I’d been laid, I believe, three or four times by then (remember, this was the early ’60’s, before all the wildness started) and I’d liked it very much and hoped to do a lot more of it. But I still looked at the world in terms of kids and grown-ups, and I had no doubt as to which one I was.

These women at the pool, on the other hand, were adults by my definition. They were married, had husbands, had homes and cars and the responsibilities, and some of them even had kids. Their lives were already well underway while mine was yet to begin. So to my mind, we lived in two separate worlds, and in a lot of ways I thought of the women at the pool as having more in common with my parents and teachers than with me and the kind of people I considered my peers. I could admire their bodies and the skin they displayed, but we played in two different leagues, lived in two different worlds.

So I was a little surprised when a couple of the women called out to Barry and teased him about going swimming with them or rubbing oil on their backs, and he kidded right back, addressing them by name: Mrs. Schechtman, Mrs. Burnett, Mrs. Gross, a few by their first names. There was obviously a lot of teasing and socializing going on here, and Barry was in his element.

“This is Jack Zimmer,” he said, drawing me forward. “He’s a good friend of mine, and he’s going to be another guard here.”

He caught me by surprise, so I waved weakly and smiled. A few women smiled back, and a couple made some jokes about what it must be like being a friend of Barry’s, but most of them were soaking up the sun or chatting and didn’t pay much attention.

There was one woman, though, who from this distance looked hardly older than me, cooling herself off under one of the rinse showers everyone was supposed to use before they went in the water, standing with her head back as she let the water run through her hair. She already had a tan, which made the shocking pink two-piece she wore seem to glow against her skin, and she was totally absorbed in what cooling off under the shower. She paid us no mind.

I’d later find out that this was Shelly Greenberg, wife of Steve Greenberg, and that she was 33 years old and had two kids, Matt and Michelle, aged 8 and 5, but that was still in the future.

Barry walked me over and introduced me to Tom Goelz, the guard on the perch, who’d also been in the Red Cross certification program with us. As we chatted, one of the women stood up and walked over to the pool and waded in, thigh deep.

“If the pool’s not open yet,” I asked Barry, “How come you need guards?”

“To make sure no one goes in the water.”

I gestured towards the woman and he dismissed it with a glance. “She’s not really swimming is she, so it’s okay. We’ve got to cut these people some slack. They pay our salaries, right?”

He took me over to meet a kid in dark glasses who was collecting towels.

“This is Richard,” Barry said. “Richard, meet Jack, a new guard. Richard’s our pool maintenance guy.”

Richard had the look of misfortune about him, maybe because he kept on wiping away tears from beneath his very big, heavy, sunglasses with a balled up tissue he kept in his hand as he worked. He had a shock of curly black hair and slack, very wet lips. canlı kaçak iddaa I could tell right away there was something wrong with him.

“I was supposed to be a guard too but I had an accident.” He said. “Got chlorine in my eyes and fucked them up.”

“Oh wow,” I said. “Sorry to hear that. You going to be okay?”

“Yeah. Just have to wear these stupid glasses all summer, and my eyes and nose run all the time, but they tell me that’ll stop.”

Barry let him say his piece, then took my arm and led me away.

“Wow,” I said, “What happened to him?”

“Richard the retard? The only reason he got hired is because he’s Marty Bowles’ nephew, the guy who manages the Park. Richard was trying to score brownie points by changing the chlorinator tank one morning totally on his own. Didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. The plastic feed tube from the tank was clogged, so what does he do? He pokes it with a wire, then blows down it, then puts it to his eye to see what the problem is, just like Moe in the Three Stooges. Of course he gets sprayed in the face with chlorine solution.”

“Holy shit!”

“Yeah. It’s a good thing there was a landscape crew nearby. They got him to the hospital in time to flush him out and save his eyes. But guarding was out, so his uncle made up a job for him as a kind of pool boy. He takes care of the filters and cleans up and stuff.”

“Wow. That’s rough.”

Barry shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose. On the other hand, it saves us from having to test the kiddy pool for pee and clean the johns and do all that other crap. We get the glamour part.”

“What glamour part?”

Barry took off his sunglasses, folded them up and hung them from the neck of his tee shirt. It was the first time I’d ever seen anyone do that, and I thought it was pretty slick.

He was about to say something when a woman seemed to come from nowhere, took a running start and jumped into the pool right in front of us, tucking her legs and arms in in a classic cannonball as she hit the water. The big splash missed us and splattered on the deck, but enough spray hit us to get us wet and make Barry swear.

The face that appeared above the water a second later was that of an attractive woman, mid-thirties maybe, in full make up, smiling wickedly as she shook the water from her dark hair and spit a stream of water at Barry.

“God damn it, Nina!” Barry shouted. “The pool’s still closed! You know that. Now get out of there!”

The woman looked at me, treading water. “Isn’t he cute when he gets mad?”

“I’m serious! Get out of there now or I’ll suspend your privileges!”

She faked a sad face. “Oh no! Not my privileges! I’ll get right out, lifeguard sir, right now!”

She turned and swam for the far side in a leisurely breast stroke, using a slow scissors kick that spread her legs wide before she snapped them together. Barry’s anger, I saw, was all show. He was smiling as he watched her swim away and climb the ladder out of the pool, then stand there posing for him as she combed the water from her short hair.

He never answered me about the glamour part, but I understood what he meant. Of course I took the job.

And it was a pretty glamorous job. Or, if not exactly glamorous, eminently enjoyable. There were actually two pools. Cherry Park had an annex about a mile away, a separate four-building complex that was slightly downscale from the main complex (apartments rather than townhouses), and they had their own, smaller pool and Barry oversaw them both. There were ten guards, three of them girls, but the girls were all in college and not much interested in hanging around with us high-schoolers, so Barry relegated them to the smaller pool.

The work was shamefully simple. We worked three guards to a shift, two on the pool — one on the raised perch near the diving boards and one in a chair by the shallow end –and one in the guard house handing out towels and ice and making change for the coke machine, but mostly reading or listening to the radio. Every half-hour or so we switched so we all got some shade time. Even so I got dark as sin sitting out in the summer sun. Most of what we did was yell at the kids for running on the deck or being in street shoes, or for bringing glass containers out on the deck or swimming into the diving area. We also gave swimming lessons to some of the kids in the morning free of charge. It helped break up the boredom.

We were a lot more lenient with the adults. In fact, Marty Bowles had instructed us to be, the idea being that it was their pool and we worked for them, and he wanted to keep them happy. During the day it was all women, so over time we got to know some of them pretty well and they got to know us, and sometimes they would bring us things — lemonade, soda, cookies — and sometimes we’d even babysit their kids for a short time while they ran home to take a roast out of the oven or fire up the grill. We each seemed to have our favorites

About canlı kaçak bahis 4 or 4:30 the pool would start to empty out as the women went home to greet their husbands. You could smell barbecues being lit and steaks grilling, and for the next few hours the pool would be quiet, a chance for us to straighten up the chairs and collect towels, skim the pool and hose down the deck. Then around 6:30 or 7 the adult crowd would appear, and things were different.

The adults came out to play, and we were told to let them, as long as it didn’t get too far out of hand. The pool had a ‘strict’ no-alcohol policy which was routinely (and even blatantly) ignored at night, and though the pool was supposed to close at 9 PM, if some residents wanted to keep it open later, all they had to do was pay the guards’ overtime and give Marty a call, and he almost always okayed it. So staying open till eleven, twelve, even one AM wasn’t unusual, and the partiers, invariably drunk by that time, always tipped us lavishly. We loved working late night parties, and there were a lot of them.

~ ~ ~

It was during one of these dinnertime lulls toward the end of August while Barry and I were cleaning up the pool that I happened to mention, “You know, this job would be perfect if we only had some girls our own age around. That’s the only thing we’re missing.”

I was skimming the pool, using a long-handled net to scoop leaves and other debris from the water. It was a job I particularly liked, especially at this time of day when the shadows lengthened and the pool was deserted so the water became smooth as glass. Barry was hosing down the deck with the high-pressure nozzle, and Ray Krantz, the other guard, had gone out to the new Burger King to get us dinner.

Barry finished hosing down a section of deck and then looked at me, and I couldn’t really tell if he was smiling at me or squinting at the sun. Despite his brashness, he’d always looked younger than most of the guards and the least athletic, and he’d started smoking these cheap little cigars with built-in wooden holders to give himself an air of authority. He really didn’t smoke them. He just clamped the wooden holder in his teeth and chewed on it all day. He was chewing on one now.

He looked like he was going to say something, then apparently changed his mind and went back to washing the deck for a bit. Then he stopped and looked at me. “What do you mean by ‘our own age’, Jack? Like high school girls? Or older? Like eighteen? Nineteen?”

I shrugged and made a non-committal face, because I thought he was going to bring up the female guards, who were only a couple of years older than us but who pretty much kept to themselves. Their college experience had apparently given them a level of sophistication we couldn’t hope to understand, and besides, they all had boyfriends with cars.

“What about twenty-one?” he asked. “Or twenty-five? Is that still our age? What about thirty, or even thirty-five?”

I honestly didn’t know what he was getting at and went back to skimming. He watched me for a while, then started hosing down the deck again, washing dirt and debris into the grass at the base of the cyclone fence that surrounded the pool.

“You’ve really got to broaden your horizons a bit, Jackie,” he said. “We’re not in high school anymore you know, and age is just a number. It really doesn’t mean shit. Mrs. Allenberg , how old you think she is? She’s twenty-two, not that much older than us. And Mrs. Grossman, Sandy Weiss, Shelly Greenberg? Are you telling me you wouldn’t do them?”

I looked at him in something like shock. I knew all these women and they were all very good-looking. On slow days we sometimes talked about who we’d sleep with or what we imagined their sex lives were like, but that was pretty much teen-aged bravado. They were all married women–adults in my way of thinking–with husbands, homes, responsibilities, some even with kids. While I could certainly admire their bodies and the skin they showed, I’d never really taken the idea of sex with them seriously. Maybe I’d used one or two of them for masturbation fodder when I was home in bed, but that was just fantasy, like the girls in Playboy. To my way of thinking, we lived in two separate worlds– adults and kids–and there really couldn’t be any crossover, at least, not in that sense. I mean, they were married, and married women didn’t screw around except in Alfred Hitchcock movies. There was something vaguely incestuous about it.

He sprayed a bit more then stopped and started dragging the hose back towards me.

“And I’ll tell you something. These women are alone all day with nothing to do. Nothing to do but watch TV and come out here to the pool and then wait for the old man to get home and hope he’s in the mood. And for some of them, that’s not even an option. A lot of these guys travel. They’re on the road most of the week.”

“Well, some of them have kids,” I said.

“Yeah, right. Like women with kids don’t need to get laid?”

What he said about the husbands was true. We’d get a few hubbies out at the pool after dinner, but for the most part, you only really saw a lot of men there on the weekends. During the days it was all women.

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Ashley spent her morning shower thinking of reasons why her affair was a good thing. Diana loved her, she knew that, but she still thought there could be more between them. “Sure we have great sex,” She thought, “but sometimes sex is all we ever do.”

“Ash,” Diana called, “Are you finished?”

“Yea,” Ashley called back. She shut off the water and went to get dressed. She put on her exercise gear and grabbed her workout bag from her closet. Diana was getting undressed when Ashley went to leave.

“When are you gonna be back?” She asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Ashley replied, “It depends on what kind of workout I do.”

“Just be back for dinner, okay,” Diana said. She kissed Ashley and got into the shower.

Ashley was getting into her car when her she got a text. It was from her lover and read “Are you coming over?”

Ashley replied “I’m on my way.”

She was uneasy about cheating on Diana, who would go insane if she ever found out. Ashley was always careful about covering her tracks. She deleted all messages as soon as she had read them; she always took a shower after they met, and could cover their meetings with her workouts.

Ashley was always training in some way. She was a trainer at her local gym and always made a point to run at least two miles a day, either on a treadmill or along the beach. That was one nice thing about living in California, there were beaches everywhere and everyone takes fitness seriously.

When she reached her lover’s house, Ashley made sure to park in the open garage, just in case. She walked up the steps and rung the bell. The door opened and her lover stood there with no shirt. “Good morning Ashley,” He said.

“Morning Vince,” Ashley replied as she stepped inside.

“You tell Diana you were going to the gym?”

“Yea, she still has no clue about us.”

Ashley moved in closer to Vince and kissed him. She pulled Vince up to his bed and pushed him down onto it. She pulled off her sweatshirt and pants and sat down on Vince’s lap. “You know,” She said as she kissed Vince’s neck, “Diana usually pushes me around like that.”

“Another reason you love me?” Vince smiled.

Ashley pushed him down and stood up over him. “Definitely,” She said as she pulled off her sport bra and panties. She laid down on vice and rolled him on top of her. Vince kissed her body and pulled out his cock.

“Slowly,” Ashley said. She always wanted to have passionate sex with Vince instead of the rough, all-business sex she had with Diana. Vince teased her pussy before he slid his cock inside. Ashley grabbed her tits as she felt Vince’s cock stretch her pussy. Vince leaned in and kissed Ashley then slowly started fucking her.

“Ohhh fuck,” Ashley moaned. She loved the way his cock felt since all Diana ever used was her tongue. “Make me cum, baby,” She begged.

Vince sped up gradually and Ashley felt herself start to cum. “Harder. Harder! Ohh fuck! Shit, I’m cumming!” She screamed. Ashley tensed up and tried to hold back her orgasm until a wave of pleasure washed over her as she came.

As Vince slowed, Ashley rolled on top of him and pressed her body against his as they kissed. She began using just her hips to fuck Vince. She knew she could cum again and started slamming Vince’s cock into her pussy.

“Ohhh! Oh fuck! Yes!” Ashley cried as she felt second orgasm build. She rubbed her clit with one hand until she came. Vince pushed her onto her back and pulled out his cock. Ashley laid there breathing hard as she waited for Vince’s load. Vince came on Ashley’s stomach and fell down beside her.

“I love you, Vince,” Ashley said.

“I know, Ash,” Vince replied.

“I was thinking earlier,” She said, güvenilir bahis “and I think I want to leave Diana for you.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. Ashley had told him about her and Diana and he knew how in love with they were.

“Yea, and I know how hard it’s gonna be, but I honestly love you more. You respect me.”

“Diana doesn’t respect you?”

“Some, but I think all I am to her is the girl who makes her cum. I was essentially her slave for the first month we dated.”

“You better come up with a plan, because if you just leave her out of the blue, she’ll know something’s up.”

“I have a plan, in a way, but I need your help,” Ashley said. She sat up and turned to face Vince.

“What’s your plan?”

“You pretend to be my new boss and come to the house one night for dinner. Diana will undoubtedly drink too much wine and start talking about us. When she’s drunk, Diana becomes attracted to anyone in the room who isn’t me. I know she’ll like you, so play on that and you’ll end up fucking her. I can use that to drive a wedge between me and her,” She replied.

“You want me to fuck Diana?” Vince said, “The woman who gave up cock ant the age of 20?”

“Yes, but it’s gonna take time. If she really likes you, she’ll become obsessed with you. Give her a fake business card with your number, she’ll call you, then you come over to the house and fuck her while I’m away,” Ashley replied.

“If you believe it will work, I’ll do it,” Vince said.

“Thank you, Vince. I love you,” Ashley said.

“I love you to, Ashley,” Vince said. Ashley could tell he meant it.

Ashley showered, and then drove to the gym where she ran on a treadmill. She thought about her plan, and what this would do to her if it didn’t work. She would have to just break up with Diana after they had been together for almost a year. But she and Vince connected and she was prepared to spend her life with him.

She got home and found Diana in her study doing paperwork. Diana was a secretary for a law firm and was constantly bringing work home. “Hey, Ash,” Diana said when Ashley walked in, “Enjoy the workout.

“Yea, I ended up doing some cardio today,” Ashley replied.

“That’s great; I’m here sorting through some expenses for work.”

“Have fun with that, I’m gonna take a shower,” Ashley said.

That night, she put her plan into action. She was lying in bed with Diana when she brought up Vince.

“So, I got a new boss down at the gym,” Ashley said.

“When?” Diana asked

“Not that long ago, he’s nice so I didn’t mention it. But he says that since I’m the head trainer there, he wants to have dinner sometime and “Establish a business relationship” as he put it.”

“Did you tell him about us?” Diana asked.

“Yea and he says he’s okay with us. He’s single, but he told me he totally accepts us if we love each other.”

“Well we do love each other,” Diana said with a smile.

“So it’s okay if he comes over for dinner this weekend?” Ashley asked.

“Absolutely, I’d like to meet him,” Diana replied.

“Thank you so much,” Ashley said. She kissed Diana, who gave her a look, then pulled her in and kissed Ashley harder.

“Get your toy,” Diana whispered as she pulled off her clothes. Ashley took off her clothes and pulled her strapon out of her dresser.

“Let’s see how much cardio you did today,” Diana said as she warmed up her pussy for Ashley’s cock. Diana let down her long, black hair and rubbed her clit until she was wet. Ashley’s hair was always down since she had her natural blonde hair in a pixie cut.

Diana got on her hands on the bed and waited for Ashley’s cock. Ashley used the tip to tease Diana, then spat türkçe bahis on her cock and slid it into Diana’s pussy. She grabbed Diana’s hips and pulled her further onto her cock.

“Oooh yes. Just like that, baby, just like that. Faster,” Diana moaned. Ashley sped up and watched as Diana took all of her cock over and over again.

“Are you gonna cum yet?” Ashley asked seductively.

“I’m not that easy,” She replied. Ashley grabbed Diana’s hair and pulled her head back. Diana moaned louder and started rubbing her clit.

“God yes!” Diana screamed, “Keep going! Fuck! YES!”

“Yea, you like that? You gonna cum on my cock?” Ashley said. Diana nodded, than collapsed onto the bed as she came. She shook as Ashley slowly thrust her cock into her pussy. Ashley slid out her strapon, took it off, and licked Diana’s juices.

“Your turn,” Diana said as she pulled Ashley down onto her back and started licking Ashley’s pussy. Diana grabbed Ashley’s tits and watched her as Ashley started cumming. Ashley felt Diana’s tongue in her pussy but visualized Vince fucking her.

“Oh god!” Ashley moaned. This was all she could muster before she came. Diana got up and kissed Ashley hard as she slapped Ashley’s pussy.

“Your pussy tastes so good,” Diana said as they kissed.

“I know,” Ashley said.

That weekend, Vince came into the plan when he came to have dinner with Ashley and Diana. Diana wore her long silver dress while Ashley had on a deep blue dress. Ashley’s plan was working perfectly as Diana had glass after glass of white wine with dinner. After dinner, they went to the living room to talk. Just as Ashley had predicted, Diana brought up her and Ashley.

“We met at the beach one day,” Diana said, “Ash was running along the beach while I was out tanning. She had on this sport bra and her tits were bouncing as she ran. I got so wet watching her I knew I had to at least have sex with her.”

“So when did you start being with girls?” Vince asked. Ashley’s smile said her plan was working.

“I saw how badly some of the girls at college were treated by their boyfriends and I swore I would never give any man the satisfaction of treating me like dirt, so I found the first lesbian girl there and started going out with her. I was 20 then.”

“Are you still a virgin?” Vince asked.

“Broke my cherry on a dildo with my second girlfriend,” Diana replied.

“What about you, Ashley?” Vince said. Diana answered for her.

“No, but I won’t put a strapon in her until we’re married,” She said.

“Well,” Vince said, “Before this gets any more personal, I think I’ll be going.”

“Have a good night, Vince,” Ashley said. They all got up and walked to the door. Diana had been watching vice all night, so as they made for the door, he slipped Diana the fake business card Ashley had made for him.

About a week later, Vince got a call from Diana. “We haven’t talked since dinner last week. I was wondering if you wanted to come over and finish our conversation.” She said. Vince couldn’t believe how right Ashley was.

“Is Ashley there?” Vince asked.

“Don’t worry about Ash, shell be at the gym for a few hours. More than enough time for us,” Diana replied.

“I’ll be there soon,” Vince said. He sent Ashley a text that read “Diana wants me to come over. Your plan’s working.”

When Vince reached Diana’s house, Ashley had texted him back. “Make sure she swallows,” The message read.

Diana answered the door in a pair of black lace underwear. Vince acted surprised as Diana pulled him up to her bedroom. She got on the bed and posed seductively for Vince. Vince pulled off his shirt and got in the bed With Diana.

“You’re my first real güvenilir bahis siteleri cock,” She said, “Don’t be easy.”

Diana undressed and pulled out Vince’s cock and started sucking. She seemed to be enjoying it, so Vince pushed Diana onto her back and shoved his cock as deep into Diana’s pussy as he could.

“FUCK!” She screamed. She screamed as loud as she could as Vince fucked her.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Yes! This is amazing! Ohhh I’m gonna cum!” she screamed. Diana arched her back and grabbed the sheets as she came. She was so horny now; she pushed Vince down and started riding his cock. Her tits bounced as she moved up and down on his cock. She was screaming louder and louder as she started cumming again.

“Oh god, Make me cum! Ohhhh fuck! SHIT!” Diana screamed as he came again. Vince pushed her off his cock and shot his load into Diana’s mouth. She swallowed Vince’s cum and fell back exhausted. She was shaking and trying to catch her breath.

“I guess this makes me bi,” She said.

“I don’t blame you for being curious,” Vince replied as he got up and redressed, “Don’t tell Ashley.”

“God no,” was all Diana could say.

Vince left smiling. He’d made sure to get some of his cum on the sheets for Ashley to find. When he got home, Vince called Ashley to tell her what happened.

“Did you fuck her?” Was the first thing Ashley said when she answered.

“Yes,” Vince replied.

“Did she cum?”

“Twice, and she swallowed.”

“Did she say anything?”

“She said she’s bi now.”

“Will I find out?”

“I left come cum on the sheets. Diana won’t think to change them since she swallowed.”

“I’ll see you later. I love you Vince,” Ashley said, then hung up.

When Ashley got home, she acted normal. Diana was in her study like usual and acted like she usually did. When Ashley went into the bedroom, she found a stain on the sheets, just like Vince had said.

“Di, come here,” Ashley called. Diana walked in and saw the stain. Her eyes widened and she knew Ashley had found out.

“Is this cum?” Ashley asked seriously.

“Uh, yes,” Diana admitted.

“It doesn’t look like yours, whose is it?”

“Your boss Vince’s. We had sex this afternoon,” Diana said. Ashley could hear how bad she felt, but still faked anger at her.

“How could you fuck him?” Ashley yelled, “He’s both my boss and a man!”

“I-I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself,”

“You’re unbelievable,” Ashley said. She got up and went to her closet.

“What are you doing?” Diana asked.

“I’m leaving. If you think you can go around fucking me behind my back, you don’t need me anymore,” Ashley replied. She threw all of her clothes into one bag and everything else that was hers into another. She stormed out of the house. Diana was begging her to stay.

“It was one time, Ash. I swear I’ll never do this ever again. I love you. We’re gonna get married. Ash I would never cheat on you,” Diana pleaded.

Ashley threw her bags into her car, than turned to Diana. “Just so you know; Vince and I have been together for two months. I cheated on you with him. I love Vince more than you. Plus, you’re old enough to be my mother,” She said. Diana stopped dead and tears started rolling down her face. Ashley drove off without another word.

Ashley was at Vince’s house in no time. She knocked on the door and Vince answered. “Hey Vince,” Ashley said, “I left Diana, but I told her about us.”

“Well, when she goes to the gym asking for Vince, She’s gonna get a surprise,” He replied.

“Yea,” Ashley laughed, “But you have to tell me you don’t have feelings for Diana.”

“I fucked her because you asked me to, she means nothing to me. Your plan worked and now we’re together. I only love you, Ash,” Vince Said. He kissed Ashley and embraced her.

“I love you Vince,” Ashley said, “Don’t ever leave me,”

Vince looked her in the eyes. “Not in a million years,” He said.

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The gym was deserted at this time of night, even the staff had vanished with nothing for them to do.

He’d come down with some vague idea of improving his muscle tone but sitting on a machine yanking weights on strings was boring at best and now that the televisions and music had been switched off he was seriously considering going home.

The only noise in the place was the swoosh/clang of the weights machine and the rhythmic thumping of some other poor idiot on the running machine round the corner. Fuck it. Even sitting at home alone would be less boring than this.

Grabbing his towel he made his way to the showers, noting on his way past that the other inmate of this madhouse happened to be a rather nicely proportioned brunette, whose skimpy shorts and crop top left very little to the imagination.

He hesitated for a second before continuing towards the changing room. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn’t enough to persuade him to spend time on the cardio machines and standing there ogling her would only get him a slap if he was caught. Especially with the growing bulge in his shorts.

The door to the changing room stood open and he hurried through before she could see him, dragging off his sweaty clothes canlı bahis şirketleri and throwing them on the bench in disgust. He needed to get out more if the sight of a pair of bouncing boobies was enough to bring him to attention!

Twisting the dial on the shower he stepped under the weak spray and closed his eyes, squeezing out some shower gel and lathering up his short hair. It seemed to be taking and age to rinse and he tapped his foot impatiently then froze at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

Frantically trying to wipe soap from his eyes he squinted then rubbed his eyes again. This wasn’t happening!

Standing in front of him was the running girl. Oh god, had he walked into the women’s showers by mistake? Blinking again he struggled to think of something to say but she got there first.

“That for me?” she asked with an evil grin, looking down at his rapidly hardening cock.

Shit! That was bad. That was very bad. Dropping his hands to cover the offending member he tried to think of something non arousing but his brain refused to comply.

“Umm…” he stuttered nervously, “well.. you know…”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence, batting his hands away and staring at him with a naughty gleam canlı kaçak iddaa in her eye.

“That’s what I thought.”

Shocked, he watched as she dropped to her knees and hungrily swallowed his cock, one hand coming up to squeeze the base of his shaft, the other lightly tugging and caressing his balls.

He groaned, he knew he should tell her to stop but her mouth was hot and tight and wet around his throbbing length. It felt so wrong but so good at the same time.

She was moaning as her head bobbed greedily up and down on his cock, the water from the shower still streaming down and soaking through her flimsy clothing, moulding it tight to her body.

Her hair was plastered to her skin as she looked up and caught his eye sucking hard as she held his gaze, water dripping down over her nose and chin. He couldn’t help but think of what she’d look like with something else dripping off that gorgeous face and she smirked as if she’d read his thoughts.

Raking her teeth almost painfully up the bottom of his shaft she rocked back on her heels before wrapping her fist around him, sucking just the tip of him back into her mouth as she pumped him with her hand.

His cock hardened even more at the direction his thoughts were taking and canlı kaçak bahis he put out both hands to brace himself on the slippery shower walls, his breathing heavy now as her hands and mouth continued their work.

She moaned as she felt him twitching and stiffening against her tongue and that was it, he was gone, his cock shooting sticky ropes of cum over her face and into her open mouth, her tongue darting out to catch more of it as his cock jerked uncontrollably.

She caught his eye and winked, sticking out her tongue to show him what she’d caught before swallowing it down in one gulp and licking her lips.

Kneeling there for just a second longer he took in the sight of her, soaking wet, cum dripping from her face and chin down to her breasts in their tight crop top. Then with a smirk and a quick kiss pressed onto the tip of his cock she stood and, without a word sauntered carelessly out of the changing room door.

Taking a deep, calming breath, he finished his shower and dressed in his street clothes, his mind still a little bemused at what had just happened.

As he stepped out of the changing room he heard the rhythmic sound of someone running. There she was on the machine again, looking as if nothing had happened, the only giveaway the slight dampness of her hair.

Catching his eye in the mirror she winked then turned back to her running. Her breasts bouncing enticingly with each step.

Shaking his head he walked out into the street. Perhaps he should go to the gym more often.

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After having lunch, Shelly left around 1 pm to go to her business meeting.

It was now 3pm and I was alone at my apartment staring blankly at my computer screen. I still couldn’t believe what happened.

It felt just like a dream. 2 hours had already passed and I was just sitting there… lost in the thoughts of what had transpired.

I just had one of the best sex I ever had with a beautiful and pretty hot woman. Not that I had a lot of experiences with woman in the past.

Before Shelly, I have only been with two other women. I had a lot of sex with my second one but it was mostly vanilla sex and my first one was mostly oral and dry humping.

I thought the oral pleasures I got with my first love was pretty good but the first night that Shelly went down on me felt like heaven. It was like she had a vacuum for a mouth.

After all the sexual thoughts, I started thinking how lucky I was to have her. While I was just at the start of my career, Shelly was already a very successful woman. She is an executive for an international company. She had traveled to many places attending conferences and meetings.

I started thinking if I even deserve to have her. It definitely wouldn’t be hard to find a better man than me. “I better step up and do my best.” I said to myself.

As I was having all these thoughts, my phone rang. It was from Shelly and even after the night we had, I still get nervous every time I have to answer her call.

I picked up the call and after a while I could hear Shelly saying “Hello?” in a somewhat loud voice. “Yes, hello?” I answered. “What are you doing? Are you okay? Why weren’t you answering?” Shelly spoke in what seemed like a concerned voice.

“I’m okay.” I said while trying to force a laugh.

“Okay. I’m done with my meeting. I’ll be heading back there. Do you want anything?” Shelly asked.

“Like what?” I answered.

“I don’t know…anything. I’m here at the mall.” She said.

I said “I’m okay. Just come back here already.”

“I’m hungry. I want some food.” She said in a cute voice. What do you want to eat?” She asked.

“You…” I answered. She giggled and laughed before saying “What do you want to eat for dinner?!” in a loud but cute voice.

“I already said I want you…”

“Be serious so I can finally head back there.” She said while trying to control her laughter.

“I don’t know. You choose.” I answered.

“Okay. I will choose. No complaining if you don’t like it!” She said.

“If I don’t like it then I will be forced to just eat you.” I said while laughing.

“Whatever. Bye!” She said in a playful angry manner.

I still had the biggest smile as I stared blankly outside my window while imagining her smiling face. I thought about being with her forever and waking up next to her for the rest of my life.

To my surprise, I found myself mumbling “I love you” while still imagining her face. I laughed while doing a face palm.

I checked the time and it was already 6 o’clock in the evening. It felt like forever while waiting for her to finally be back at my apartment. How could 5 hours pass by so fast while I stare blankly at my computer screen and a few minutes already feel like eternity bahis firmaları now that I’m waiting for her.

I started cooking rice and preparing the table. After 30 or 40 minutes, she finally knocked on my door. Before she arrived, I had a plan in my mind that I was gonna run to her and give her a kiss and a hug after opening the door. But as I opened the door, all I could do was say hello as I felt myself blushed.

“Hi. Did you cook some rice?” She said as she initiated a hug with one hand.

“Yes. I already prepared the table.” I answered as I hugged her with one hand and took what she was carrying.

“You stupid fucker!” I cursed myself in my mind. I thought you were gonna give her a kiss and hug her tight after opening the door. I kept hitting my head as I followed her to the kitchen.

“How was your meeting?” I asked.

“It was okay. I was really hungry halfway through.” She said as she sat down on table.

I started taking out what she bought and put it in the table. She had bought a roasted chicken and a vegetable salad. I sat down and we started having our dinner.

I was only eating the roasted chicken with the rice I cooked while she only ate the salad and a little bit of the roasted chicken.

“Ahhh.” Shelly said as she tried to make me eat some salad.

“No. I don’t want some.” I said as I turned my head away.

“It’s delicious. You should eat some vegetables. Come on…” She said as she kept it close to my face.

“Nooo…I don’t like it.”

“It’s good for your body. Come on.” She said in a somewhat commanding voice.

I put a big chunk of chicken in my mouth and then finally ate the salad she offered.

I’m not a fan of salads so I was making a face while eating it.

“What’s with that face?” She asked.

“Nothing.” I said as I gulped it down in one go.

She fed me some more salad before we finally finished having our dinner. She took a bath and I washed our plates.

I was laying in bed while browsing Facebook on my phone when she finally got out of the shower. My eyes grew big as I saw her got out butt naked. This is the first time I could clearly see her naked body as we fucked with the lights off the previous night.

I could tell her ass was good when I was fondling it but I didn’t know it was THAT good until now.

I could already feel a reaction down there and when she noticed, she had this mischievous smile on her face. She put on a shirt and a red underwear then came close to me and started rubbing my cock through my shorts.

“What’s this?” She playfully asked while continuing to rub it. I just blushed and didn’t answer.

She got up and went to turn the lights off. I watched her beautiful ass sway as she walked towards the switch and then pretended to be browsing my phone when she turned back towards me.

She also got her phone and started watching videos while laying next to me. After a while, she was still watching videos on her phone so I decided to stop browsing and hugged her as I kissed her cheeks and said goodnight.

She put her phone down and turned towards me.

“Goodnight.” She said as she kissed me in the lips.

I touched her cheeks and we continued kissing. We have kaçak iddaa been kissing for a good minute or two when I felt her tongue invading my mouth.

I never did a French kiss before that the sensation felt new and exciting. It got me really horny that I started squeezing her boobs hard.

She moaned and arched her back as I squeezed them hard causing our kiss to end. I wasted no time and started sucking her nipples through her clothes while pinching and pulling the other one.

I raised her shirt and continued with what I was doing. This went on for like three minutes before I started rubbing her pussy through her panties. She wasted no time taking it off and guided my hand inside her already wet pussy.

I kept fingering her as I continued sucking and pinching her nipples. It didn’t take long and I could already feel her body tremble as she started moaning harder.

This just made me more excited as I picked up the pace fingering her and started licking one of her nipples all around as I rubbed the other one up and down as fast as I could.

She took my hand that was rubbing her nipple and held my cheeks as she said “wait.”

I stopped and looked at her face. She smiled and kissed me on my lips before reaching for my hand that was still in her pussy and put it in her mouth. She sucked my fingers clean before she put her own fingers in her pussy and offered it to me.

I smiled to her as I licked her fingers and started sucking on them like they were the sweetest thing ever. She laughed as she said “Come. It’s your turn to cum.”

She motioned for me to sit with my back against the wall as she positioned herself between my legs.

She grabbed my cock and licked the head once before looking at me with a pretty smile on her face. I just smiled back as she started bobbing up and down on my cock. She did this for like 30 seconds before looking back at me again.

She went back to sucking and this time she was going harder while stroking it at the same time. I could feel myself getting close but I tried to hold out as much as I could as I didn’t want it to end just yet.

It was like she knew I was trying my best to hold out that she withdrew her mouth on my cock, looked at me, and then started licking it all over.

“Oh shit.” I said as I closed my eyes trying to hold out. Then I felt her licking my balls and started sucking it.

“Oh fuck. I’m cumming!” I blurted.

She started sucking my balls even harder.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I said as I tried to grab her head.

She stopped sucking and stroked my cock real fast. That was it for me. I came really hard. It was the best release I had so far at that time.

“You came a lot.” She said.

I just smiled exhausted while trying to catch my breath.

“Come. Let’s wash.” She said as she took my hand and we went to take a shower together.

We were heading back to bed after the shower when she asked if we could sleep on the floor facing the AC saying she was feeling kind of hot.

I agreed and we went on to sleep on the floor.

It was still dark when I woke up to her constant moving. I looked at her and saw she was watching a tv series.

“Did you sleep?” I asked. “Yes. I kaçak bahis had plenty of sleep.” She answered.

“What time is it?” I asked. “It’s around 3:30am” she answered.

“You should go back to sleep.” I said as I went to hug her.

It was then that I noticed that she was naked on top. She was only wearing her red underwear.

“Why are you naked?” I asked as I grabbed one of her boobs.

“It’s so hot.” She said while continuing to watch her series.

My hands went to her pussy and I could feel she was soaking wet.

“Why are you wet?” I asked and she just mumbled while continuing to watch her video without looking at me.

“Are you horny?” I asked as I continued rubbing her pussy.

She finally stopped watching and put her phone on the floor. She stretched her body while yawning and then turned towards me.

She hugged me in a way that her breasts were inches away from my face.

I sucked on it once and she gave out a moan. I gave her a devilish look as I teased her nipple with the tip of my tongue.

She pressed it towards me until she was on top of me. I tried to continue teasing her with my tongue before she really pressed it towards my mouth that it made it kind of hard to breathe.

I turned my face to the side and then spanked her ass. She let out a loud moan. I got up a little and then started spreading her ass cheeks as I finally started sucking her nipples.

She was moaning non-stop until she pushed me down and started reaching for my cock. She went down on me for a few seconds and then pulled her panties to the side and slowly guided my cock towards it.

It was my turn to moan this time. Her soaking wet pussy just felt so good around my raging cock. She started riding me slow and then picked up the pace as we both moaned hard.

It felt like I was about to burst so I grabbed her hips and motioned for her to get up. I went behind her and started pounding her doggy style.

Feeling her ass bounce up and down on my cock was like heaven! I couldn’t help squeezing it all over as I pounded her hard from behind.

She started moaning really loud. “Oh yes! Fuck me! Oh yes! Ahhhh fuck!”

Hearing her moan like that was almost enough to make me cum.

“I’m close babe” I said.

“Yes babe” she said as she pulled herself from me and laid down on her back.

“Come babe. Fuck me and then cum on my tits.” She said in a pleading voice.

I didn’t say anything and just put my cock back inside her pussy. I started going slow at first until she said “Fuck me hard babe…”

I started thrusting faster and faster until I could feel my balls was ready to explode.

“I’m coming babe!” I said I pulled out and aimed on her tits.

“Ah fuck! It’s so hot!” she said as cum after cum landed on her tits.

“Yes babe… let it all out…” she said as she grabbed my cock and started squeezing it.

I pulled away as I felt the soreness of my cock.

“I want cheese sandwich babe.” She said out of nowhere as she still laid there with my cum on her tits.

“What?” I said while laughing a little.

“Cheese sandwich. I want.” She answered.

“Okay. Wait for it.” I said as I went to make her a cheese sandwich.

She later got up and cleaned herself in the bathroom.

“The cheese sandwich is ready.” I said to her.

“Thank you” she said as she got close to me and sat on my lap as she started eating her sandwich.

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Running. The air punctuated with the sound of tearing fabric as my bare feet tangled in the skirting of my dress. My panting, ragged breaths couldn’t keep a rhythm while my arms and legs pumped, trying to propel me through the thick woods as twigs and branches slapped and cut at my feet, face, arms, skin…

I turned to look over my shoulder for just a moment, catching a sight of the men gaining ground on me, even as I ran for my life. It wasn’t enough. Their dirty faces and ragged clothing only grew closer and closer. My frightened, pale, and sweat-glistened face turned forward again, my mind belatedly whispering warnings of ‘don’t look back.’ Simultaneously a thick branch caught my foot as it was lifting in another long gait to continue my escape, tripping me forward into a thankfully soft forest floor of dying leaves.

As I lay in a heap of once-frilly skirts, tangled waist length hair, and dead leaves, I tried desperately to regain my footing and continue my plight. My desperation turning tenfold as I heard the thundering of the bandits’ feet as they bore down on me.

Too late I got to me feet, lurching forward just as a thick and callused hand reached out to snatch my arm hauling me back. I caught in mid air, my free hand reaching out to the horizon of the seemingly-never-ending forest; the moment seemed to last a life time, but ended all to quickly as the hand pulled me back, the sudden halted momentum of my body causing me to crumple to my knees on the forest floor again.

Another hand grabbed my thick hair, ensnaring it with vice-like fingers as the bearer yanked back, forcing my neck to arch and my face to turn upwards to face him. The other man was content to twist my already-captured arm behind my back, while easily subduing my free one as it tried to scratch and flail my way to freedom, similarly twisting it behind my back as he moved to kneel behind me.

I kneeled, sandwiched between the man at my back and the man gripping my hair as he towered over me at my front, my dirty tear-streaked face turned up to him. He shook me by my hair, my scalp screaming in protest as he did, saying some no-doubt fierce words of recourse for all the trouble I was causing them and the payback they had in store for me. But I could not hear them. My thoughts and senses were lost to desperation and the adrenaline coursing through my body telling me to fight canlı bahis or run, fight or run…

I kept my eyes downturned, refusing to look at his gruesomely featured face, as one last act of defiance. I flinched my eyes to the side for only a moment, as I felt the bandit behind me begin to lick his slimy tongue over my shoulder where my dress had fallen away. With that quick dart of my sight, I caught out of the corner of my eye what I presumed to be another assailant in the distance. My eyes stayed glued to this new addition as he moved towards us, my current captors catching the direction of my stare and letting the object of my attention draw their attention as well. We all three paused, seemingly struck deaf and dumb by the vision of the man walking towards us, perhaps caught trying to make sense of what we saw.

He stood with silver and textured chain mail coating his arms and legs, a white tabard thrown over it; the chest of the tabard torn away where normally a symbol or coat of arms would draw the eye. Helmetless, I took in the image of his chestnut hair as it flew softly in the breeze; only long enough to fall into his eyes every so often and curl to the nape of his neck. The features of his face were obscured by the way the light of the sun silhouetted around him, making him seem almost divine in the halo of retreating sunlight.

As his hand rose to raked fingers through his hair, drawing it from his eyes, his palm shadowed the halo of light long enough to allow me a glimpse of his face. I gasped for the beauty of it. My gasp enough to shake my captors out of their mutual reverie, their holds turning firm and unforgiving again as they called out insults, gruff questions, and threats to the stranger as he continued to calmly approach without wavering.

The man that held my hair released it in a lightning fast move that was coupled with drawing a knife from a sheath at his hip. His back curled forward to prepare for a lunge and combat, as he held the knife up aggressively, moments before launching himself at the knight as he came closer and closer.

The knight drew his sword from his sheath so quickly it made a metallic singing noise ring through the air, my senses so overwhelmed that it seemed as though I lost a moment in time. For in the next moment the bandit was halted then falling to the forest floor as he clutch and arm to his belly, bahis siteleri the leaves around him beginning to slowly soaked and color with blood.

I turned my face now to look over my shoulder at my other assailant, feeling a tremor from his hands that still held my wrists in the small of my back. His face was ashen, jaw dropped and eyes wide; my only guess was that he was mystified by the speed of the knight as well. He used his handle on me to throw me into the path of the white knight, an obstacle as the bandit clumsily got to his feet then and ran, with the sound of crunching leaves and confused noises of distress following him.

The knight didn’t give chase, as he instead paused before me, where I lay- hands hastily thrown out to catch me and pressed into the rotting leaves. I turned my face up to him, again blinded by the light as it flooded around his form. But I thought I could make out the slightest smirk painting his lips, though darkened by the back lighting. He promptly bent at the waist, grabbing me about mine and lifting me easily. I squealed in one frightened and confused moment, as he lifted my into the air and then tossed me to spin me around, feeling as though I would drop from the height just before his hands found me again and then slung my form over his shoulder. Then he simply began to walk.

Too confused and exhausted as the shock and adrenaline left me with the imminent threat now gone, the blood rushing to my head as I hung over limply over his shoulder my torso bumping into his body with every gait, my eyes begin to close as I drifted into an fatigued sleep.

—

I awoke to warm air on my cheeks, partnered with the sounds of a crackling fire that must have created it, the feel of a soft bed beneath me and a conversely chilling air that alerted me to my own nakedness. I sat bolt upright at the realization, grasping for the covers beneath me as I tried to draw them up around my body for cover to no avail as they were too tightly secured and tucked to the bed. My arms quickly compensated by drawing over my breasts to shield them as my other went to arrange my hand to my lap, my legs clamped together tightly as my knees bent and calves curled up to the side.

A masculine chuckle caused my face to whip around, eyes searching for the source and falling upon my savior from the woods. I began to relax, feeling safer though bahis şirketleri confused, as my mind tried to make sense of what lay before me. My cheeks heated with realization as it struck me that my mind was trying to make sense of the knight’s form suddenly without its tabard or chainmail, naked as well…

I cried out and turned my back to him, drawing my shoulders nearly to my ears in embarrassment. My actions only succeeded in drawing another mocking chuckle from the knight.

I could hear his feet padding across the wooden floor of what seemed to be his cabin home, my back tensed with every new step closer he took. Finally flinching, nearly jumping, as a warm, dry, and callused hand lay heavily upon the pale skin of my back. He chuckled again, though this time it was warmer… deeper… and somehow more dangerous.

He petted his hand down my back a moment before drawing me by my shoulders to face him again. A soft expression, though not quite a smile, painted his eyes and lips, even as he pushed my reluctant form down to the bed. As I lay stiffly with my back to the bed below, he calmly drew my arms and hands away from my breasts and ‘twixt my thighs, uncovering all my secrets for him to see as my betraying body limply let him.

I looked up at him with a blank expression, almost a pout as my thoughts spun with what was unraveling before me, though I never met his eyes always keeping mine just below his the moment he would have caught my gaze. His face moved to follow the path his eyes made as they took in all the details of my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, my bashful blush following the same path as it heated my skin.

The bed sank with his weight as he gracefully climbed into it; first one knee then the other nudging my tightly clenched thighs apart. He shifted to lay along my body, his hips fitting between my newly pried apart thighs, as his length lay un-insistently nestled to my sex. His arms hugged to my ribs as he propped himself on elbows and forearms, lowering his head to nuzzle his lips and cheek along the slope of my breast to my already peaked nipple. With lips teasing against the pink and aching bud, I felt his breath draw as he would say something.

“You owe me your life. So it is mine now to do with as I will.”

He paused to wrap his soft lips around my nipple, sucking at it gently but still causing my breath to catch and my back to arch at the sensation of it.

Mouthing the rest of his thoughts around my nipple he finished by saying:

“And I will make this a night to remember..”

And so he did.

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I wake with a start and find myself alone in bed. It takes me a moment to clear my head and remember exactly what happened last night. Then I smile as the memories return. But where are the girls? I hear someone talking and realize it is from the bathroom. I see Tina’s clothes from last night still in a pile on the floor and guess that they are both together.

I stretch and then climb out of bed. As I walk to the bathroom I realize what I am hearing is not talking but moaning. The girls are enjoying themselves without me. I slowly push the door open and see them in the shower. Tina is sitting on the bench with Judy’s head between her legs. Tina is playing with her own tits, her eyes are closed and she is definitely enjoying the attention she is getting.

Judy is squatting between her legs and obviously using her tongue. I also notice one hand is between her legs and she was a couple of fingers buried inside of her. Hopefully that means she is feeling good enough to let me enjoy her.

Tina squeals and her eyes open. It takes her a moment but she finally sees me watching and a dirty look appears on her face. She glances down at my hard cock and then at Judy’s ass. It’s obvious that Judy has no idea I am there. “Come fuck her,” Tina mouths silently to me. Tina helps me out by reaching down and rubbing her ass. Judy lifts her ass higher and now I can easily see her fingers buried in her pussy.

I quietly walk behind Judy, spit into my hand and rub it onto my cock to help give me some lubrication. Then I lower myself so that my cock is in position and slowly push past her fingers and into her pussy. She is sopping wet but it still takes a moment to push inside of her. Judy squeals as I pierce her folds and looks over her shoulder. Her eyes are filled with lust.

“Oh fuck John, push inside of me. Fuck my pussy.” Tina grabs her head and pulls it back to her pussy.

“Now fuck her like she needs it,” Tina tells me. “Fuck that pussy hard.”

I do exactly as she says and soon I am pounding her hard. I can hear muffled screams coming from Judy. She has her hands on Tina’s thighs to keep from slamming into Tina. Judy’s pussy is on fire and she has loosened up quite a bit. She starts to kiss Tina and I notice Tina has her hands on Judy’s tits.

“Oh fuck oh fuck I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum all over your cock. Oh shit,” she continues to moan. Her back arches and I am able to get just a little deeper. Her pussy grabs me tight and suddenly I’m flooded with her juice. She screams loudly as her orgasm hits her.

I don’t stop and continue to plow my cock in and out of her pussy. Another orgasm racks her body and then a third. Finally I feel like I am about to cum. “I’m going to coat your pussy in cum. I can feel it rising.”

“Oh, do it John, cum inside me. I want to feel your hot seed inside of me. Oh fuck,” she groans as yet one more orgasm hits. I finally feel cum rise from my balls and I happily coat her insides with a huge load. Judy’s legs start to shake and after just a couple more thrusts I finally pull out.

Judy falls to her knees and Tina helps her sit on the bench beside her. Judy is looking at me and when she has her strength stands and gives me a long deep kiss. “That was even better than I’d hoped,” she says between kisses. I hold her tight as I let the water run over us. After a few minutes I hold my hand out to Tina and the three of us hug.

It’s a few days later and the weather reports are a bit more accurate. On Wednesday we received another six inches of snow, but at least the town was more prepared and the main roads have been cleared. The side roads are another story, but at least people are able to get out now.

After that night with Tina we only saw her once more even though she had an open invitation. Judy was feeling much better and I suspected that was the reason for Tina’s absence. And Judy made the most of the situation. I woke up early on Tuesday, the day before the next storm was supposed to hit, and took the dogs for a quick walk. When I got back to the house, Judy was in the shower. I decided to join her to warm myself up.

That was the start of a sex filled day. I don’t think I wore more than a robe all day and that was only to let the dogs out. Judy was obviously making up for lost time and I lost track of the number of times we had sex. I think we used just about every piece of furniture in every room downstairs.

By Saturday, the roads are clear and Judy decides she needs to go home. Reluctantly I say good-bye, but not before one more quickie. The plan is to spend some time apart since we have been so cooped up for the last week. I have to admit it felt good to have the house to myself again.

Later that day I got a call from Heather’s friend Becky. “Hi John, it’s Becky. I still owe you a dinner and hope that you are free tonight.”

“As a matter of fact I am. What did you have in mind?”

She sounds relieved as she says, “I’m still not able to get around with the snow, but I would love to cook you some dinner.”

“That sounds nice. Give me an hour and I’ll canlı bahis şirketleri be there.”

“Oh thank you so much. I’ll see you in an hour.”

It takes me a lot longer to get to Becky’s house since a lot of the side roads are still in bad shape. Before I can knock Becky opens the door. She looks stunning. Her hair is pulled back in a pony tail. The sweater she is wearing hugs her tits nicely and the jeans look as if they were painted on her body. She looks a lot better today than the last time I had seen her.

“Hi, I’m glad you could make it. Is everything still a mess out there?”

“It’s getting better. So how are things going?” I ask.

“Not too bad, but I thought I was going to go stir crazy this past week. I couldn’t go anywhere and walking outside would have been suicide. It’s a good thing that I had just done my shopping or I would have been in some big trouble.”

“Aren’t you friends with any of your neighbors?”

“No, not really. I haven’t been living here very long and my husband isn’t very social. I tried to make some friends but it is kind of difficult when everyone else is a couple.”

“So where is your husband now?”

“I’m not really sure right now. After he packed all of his boxes he pretty much disappeared.”

“So he never picked his stuff up?”

“Nope. He was supposed to show up the next day and never did. I do know that he is not contesting my divorce request but that is the only thing I’ve heard from him.”

“That’s good, so now you can get on with your life.”

“Yeah, maybe. I’m just not sure what I’m going to do. The house is mine and it’s paid for and the alimony he will have to pay me means that I won’t have to work, at least nothing too difficult. I’ll probably pick up a part-time job to have something to do.”

“That’s good. You need to get out of the house and meet some people. It will be good for you.”

“You sound like someone with experience.”

“My wife and I divorced last year. Well, officially last month, but we split about a year ago. I kind of dropped out of my social circle because I didn’t want them to become involved. I felt very alone but things are starting to get better.”

She sipped her wine and stared at me for a moment. “Can I ask another favor?”

“Sure,” I reply.

“I don’t have many friends in town. Actually, just Heather and I sometimes wonder about her. She’s nice enough but I always feel like she’s friends with me more out of having done business with her than any real fondness. Do you think we could do something together sometime?”

She’s a beautiful, intelligent woman and she’s telling me that she’s pretty much alone. While I don’t want to get involved with someone going through a divorce, I can’t help but feel sorry for her. “What about your family?”

“They live out west for the most part. I have some cousins a few hours away, but I don’t really see them much. I should probably tell you a few things about myself that may help you understand me better.”

Most of her problems seem to stem from her husband. They met in college and she fell for him instantly. He is one of those slick characters that could sell ice to Eskimos, she explains, and he rubs a lot of people the wrong way. She was so in love with him that she didn’t see that. Over the years he had alienated just about everyone he came in contact with, including her family. He was always out for the next big deal and didn’t care who he hurt. She also found out later on that he had swindled a lot of money from different members of her family.

With the economy crashing she started to see him for what he really was. But she had nobody to turn to. Her family had abandoned her and her friends had stopped talking to her.

“It all came to a head last month when I took my wedding ring in for a cleaning. The person at the jewelry store took one look at it and told me he couldn’t clean it. When I asked why not he told me that it was fake. I looked at him like he was crazy. I’d been going to that store for years and this was the first time I had ever been told that. I always wore the ring and couldn’t figure out what was happening. It took a while but I remembered about a month before that I had taken my ring off so that I could garden. When I went to put it back on I couldn’t find it. My husband told me that I’d probably put it down somewhere else and forgotten. About a week later I found it in the bedroom and put it back on. I knew I hadn’t left it there, but didn’t think anything about it. He must have taken it and had someone replace the stones with fakes.”

“Anyway, after I found out it was fake I confronted him. He tried to deny it but eventually told me he needed the money because some deals had gone bad. I always let him take care of our finances so after talking with him I went to our bank and found out we had no money. As it turns out he hadn’t completed a deal in almost two years and to make matters worse was stealing from our accounts. That’s when things came to a head and he attacked me.”

I sat and thought about that for a while. “But canlı kaçak iddaa how is he going to pay your alimony and stuff?”

“It turns out the bastard has his own bank accounts. I’m holding my breath to figure out where that money came from but so far they seem legit. My lawyer says that he has probably been keeping that account to himself this entire time and has been using our shared account to cover everything else. I never paid attention, I just know that bills are paid.”

“That’s pretty dangerous.”

“I know, but I’ve learned a lot the past month and I have everything under control now. I’m just preparing for some of the unknown stuff. First of which is what happened to him. Nobody has seen him in over a month now, but his lawyer is moving forward with the divorce.”

The discussion changes to more personal things. Becky doesn’t seem to have much of a life outside of her home. She loves to read and garden, but that is about it.

“I have a neighbor that I could introduce you to. She’s a little older than you but she’s single and very nice. I can set something up.”

“Thank you. That would be a nice start.”

She has made a simple dinner that is quite good and afterwards I explain that I need to leave to take care of my dog. She says she understands but I can tell she is disappointed. When I get home I find a message from Judy and call her back.

“Hey, how’s it feel to be home?”

“Actually pretty good. Where were you?”

“I had done a favor for someone a while back and she made me dinner to repay me.”

“She? Do I know this she?”

“No, I don’t think so. She’s a friend of Heather’s and needed some help.”

“And she only made you dinner?”

“Are you jealous?”

“Should I be?”

“No, just dinner and nothing else. That’s it.”

“Ok, I’ll take your word for it. What are you doing now?”

“Nothing. I will probably watch some tv and head to bed. What about you?”

“Same thing. I kind of miss being there though. Maybe I could have waited another day.”

“I asked. You said we needed a few nights off.”

“Yeah, well I’m admitting that I was wrong. Don’t get too excited about that though. I was thinking about coming over, but now I’m comfy and don’t feel like getting dressed again.”

“I could come over there if you’d like.”

There was a short pause. “No, I think it would be good for us to not see each other for a few days.” The past week was crazy and I had to agree with her.

“Well, let’s plan on dinner next weekend then.”

“Ok, that sounds good. We can make plans as the weekend gets closer. Have a good night.”

“You too. Good night Judy.”

I find nothing on television and decide to go to bed early. I realize it is not even ten o’clock yet, but figure I can get up early tomorrow. Just before I get into bed my phone rings and it turns out to be Mandy.

“Am I calling too late?” she asks.

“No, not really. I was just about to go read in bed. How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“I know. Things have been a little crazy around here and then Levi got sick. Throw in the snow and I’ve been pretty much stuck at home.”

“I’m sorry to hear about Levi. Was it anything serious?”

“No, just the flu, but of course when your children get sick, the parents get sick. We’re finally over everything though. So, you are going to bed now?”

“Well, I am thinking about it. There isn’t anything on tv worth watching and I don’t seem to have any decent books.”

“I thought you were going to read for a bit?”

“Yeah, well, it’s an old book that I’ve already read.”

“I’m in the same boat. I’ve read just about everything this past week. Levi is at Anna’s house for a sleepover and I thought about a quiet night, but now I’m just bored. I’m hoping you’d like to meet me for a drink.”

“That sounds great. What do you have in mind?”

“There’s a little pub in town. Does that sound good to you?”

“Sounds great, give me half an hour.”

“I’ll see you there.”

I get dressed and make my way into town. When I get to the pub Mandy is already there and has ordered me a drink. She looks fantastic. Her face seems to have filled out even more and she is looking quite beautiful. She is wearing a loose fitting sweater and tight jeans with high-heeled boots. It’s the kind of look that always turns me on. She stands as I approach and gives me a big hug.

“I’m so glad you came.”

“I hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.”

“No, I only just got here. I ordered you a beer. I hope that is ok.”

“That’s perfect.” I take a seat across from her and ask, “So what have you been up to?”

“Nothing exciting. First Levi got sick and then I was sick. And of course we had that freak snow storm. I thought winter was over.”

“I think everyone did. Guess we were wrong.”

“What about you? I kind of hoped you’d call, but I guess when I didn’t return you call you were over me.”

“No, nothing like that. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t heard back from you. But I had a project canlı kaçak bahis approved and I’ve been busy working on that. Then like everyone else I’ve been locked up for the past week or so.”

For the next hour we just catch up on things. I can tell she wants to ask me more or say something but I decide to let her make the move. When she gets up to use the bathroom I admire her ass. It seems a bit fuller but that could be just the jeans she is wearing. When she comes back to the table she starts to say something but backs off and takes a sip of her wine.

It is getting close to midnight by now and I decide it’s time to head home. I pay the tab against her objections and we walk outside. Once outside she turns and kisses me. “What’s it going to take to get an invitation home with you?”

“Maybe another kiss or two,” I say with a smile.

She does better than that and gives me a long passionate kiss, pulling her body against mine. “Will that do?”

“You bet. Would you like to drive with me or follow?”

“I’ll follow, just in case I have to leave early tomorrow.”

“Ok, just be careful. Most of the roads are pretty good till you get to my street. We’ll just go slow once we are there.”

We make it back to my house and go inside. Pup is barking by the back door so I let him out and he runs down the stairs. I’m glad to see that he hasn’t done anything to the house while I was gone. Mandy stands quietly in the kitchen while we wait for Pup to come back. Obviously she isn’t going to make a move so I decide to take control. I walk over to her and pull her to me. The kiss is quite hot and I am glad to see that there seems to be a bit more flesh to her. That might be just the clothes she is wearing but she feels a lot less delicate.

Pup scratches at the door so I let him back in and then take Mandy into the bedroom. We embrace again and this time I slide my hand under her sweater. I am surprised to find only skin. She is moaning as we kiss and the longer we go the more frenzied she becomes. I soon have her sweater off and I check her out. She has definitely filled in nicely in the past few weeks and she doesn’t seem quite as shy. I smile as I check her out and she seems to relax quite a bit.

“I’ve put on almost ten pounds since the last time you saw me.”

“You look fantastic.” Not only do I not see her ribs, but her tits look even more incredible. They seem bigger and also a lot more firm. My compliment seems to make her bolder and she pushes her pants down her legs. She is wearing very tiny underwear and I can see that they are quite wet.

“Your turn,” she says as she begins removing my clothes. I only let her get my shirt off before I pick her up and put her onto the bed. Our first time together was kind of strange because she was acting so shy and I was afraid she was too fragile. Tonight is beginning to feel different and I decide to go after her.

She is lying on her back and I pull her so that her ass is right on the edge. I reach down and pull her panties off exposing her pussy. She is already dripping wet which is also different than last time. I bury my face between her legs and lick her pussy from bottom to top. Even her taste is better, just a bit sweeter. She moans loud as my tongue comes in contact with her clit. I look up her body and she is pinching and twisting her own nipples.

“Oh fuck John, I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks. I’m so glad you wanted to see me,” she pants. I move my tongue all around her clit and it pokes its way from under the hood. With it is exposed I begin to play with it which makes her moan louder.

I wrap my lips around her little nub and pull my head back causing Mandy to jump and groan even louder. By now her juices are funning freely out of her pussy and drenching my chin. I move two fingers to her entrance and push into her, curling my fingers to play with her g-spot. She groans again and I feel her pussy grasp my fingers.

“That’s it, I’m going to cum. Oh fuck I’m going to cum so hard. Oh, oh,oh…” she squeals her ass rises from the bed. Just before she releases I pull away from her and she screams “Nooooo. Don’t stop now. I’m so close, please don’t stop.” She reaches between her legs but I push her hands away and move my face back. I curl my fingers again and rub her g-spot at the same time as I lick her clit.

Mandy explodes the instant my tongue and fingers make contact. Her body convulses several times as her pussy spasms and squirts. She is out of control as a second, more violent orgasm crashes. I continue to suck her clit and she quickly has a third, even more violent orgasm. Each time she squirts more juice.

As her third orgasm calms she pushes me away with her feet and rolls onto her side. Every so often her body shakes. She has her arms wrapped around her as if she is trying to get control of her body. I watch this sitting on the floor and wait for her to recover.

“Damn John, that was so much better than using my toys. I’ve been fantasizing about this and when I hadn’t heard from you decided to make the next move. I’m so glad I built up enough courage to do it.” She finally sits up and reaches for me. “But now comes the best part. I want to feel that magnificent cock inside of me. And I’m on the pill so fuck me to oblivion. I want to feel you cum inside of me, so don’t hold back.”

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(I was putting in some pot lights and crown moulding for this fancy mansion on the hill, and happened to meet an old friend I knew from my trailer park days. I said I was surprised to see her living there, and she was only too happy to tell me her story. I thought she was very mean but she said I could make her story public. I think it says somewhere that jealousy is cruel as the grave. There aint no girl, like a jealous girl)

Some call it a crab in a barrel mentality. Others call it bitch on bitch crime. I call it wanting to be one up on all my American trailer park sisters.

I don’t want no horny bitch stealing my man, whether he be black or white. And I don’t want no fellow trailer park bitch prancing around town with a better man then mine. Nor do I want her being better dressed than I am, either. Call me evil if you want to, but it’s just a philosophy I have.

So when my best friend Clarise showed up with a hot looking rich boy in tow, and he was wearing designer clothes, and driving an eighty thousand dollar BMW, I began to become unglued. What’s that motherfuckin’ ho bitch friend of mine doing with such a sweet boy? She don’t even smell good.

Damn bitch ain’t cleaned all that rotting man cum out from between her legs since dinosaurs still roamed the earth. And what is up with her floosy dress? If the material in her dress was any tighter it would fire her damn giant ass like a slingshot all the way to Mars and back.

And just look at those sorry ass fake fingernails of hers. Pity the poor marrying boy that takes her upstairs on their honey moon only to find out ain’t no part of her even real! Her hair is a damn wig, and when it’s not a damn wig, she done got so many extensions woven into her scalp that you can weave a damn plastic rug with just half of them. And her middle name outta be ‘gums’ cause if you done took out all her dentures that’d be all you were left with, gums.

And just what is up with that sorry ass makeup? Her face looks like it fell into a can of rouge paint after some aliens dyed her eyelids metallic blue like the damn broken down rust bucket blue Ford parked in her driveway.

And I ain’t smokin’ around her neither, cause the gas pouring out of that foul bum hole of hers, if ignited, could take out a whole city block. But I still don’t know what smells worse, her cock sucking breath, or her nose tweaking soaked underarms.

Hmmm, I sure don’t hope she’s about to show him her saggy, knee knocking breasts without a push up bra to keep the damn things from dragging through the mud on a rainy day. And where does it say that you’re allowed to cram a size twenty-two body into a motherfucking size fourteen dress? She looks more like two hundred pounds of potatoes crammed into a one hundred pound burlap sack, all lumpy, and ready to explode and tear out the seams like some poor elastic band that can’t stretch no more!

And where’d she learn to walk? On a hookers corner?

I’d hazard a guess she does her shopping at a used thrift shop, only I know the stuff in their stores is a lot better than that. At least have some pride, girl! You’re bringing down the entire trailer park race with that ratty wardrobe of yours!

And those gaudy trinkets she tries to pass off as jewelry? OMG!!!!!!!!!! Give it up, girl. That junk hanging around your neck and dirtying up your ears…is it really necessary to keep reminding us that hey! This uneducated bitch friend of mine ain’t got no class!

And when you talk? If yer gonna not use words properly, just close yer mouth, girl. That’s right, simply sew up those lips of yours and take a course in the proper use of English before you foul the air with more than just your stinky fish breath.

And make sure that new beau of yours is gonna keep taking you to them fancy restaurants you’ve been boastin’ to everyone about, cause the way your poor momma tells it, the inedible slop you cook now and again isn’t fit for even that mangy pet dog of yours. Every time you fill your parent’s garbage cans with your cooking leftovers, why every morning after you see all the cats just laying in your driveway, groanin’ and a moanin’ over the sorest bellies this side of the Mississippi, and those that aren’t sick are dead, their poor four paws stuck stiff in the air like corpses full of overripe poison from your damn stovetop!!!

Clarise, Clarise, Clarise! When are you gonna learn to at least use a lipstick that costs more than half a dollar. The one you got plastered over those rough uneven lips of yours is coming off every where, onto your coffee cups, onto your boyfriend’s cheek, onto your cigarette butts, and even onto the burger buns you cram into that shovel mouth of yours two at a time! Yuck! Where’s a gag bucket when I need one?

And the way you shake those thunder thighs and massive hips of yours, kind of reminds me of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. You need to lose more than a few pounds before showing of your flabby booty like that.

And I aint gonna call you no more illegal bahis to see how you’re getting along with your new rich beau, even if we are supposed to be best friends ‘n all. Girl, talking with you on the phone is like talking to some zombie with a single digit IQ. It’s kind of hard to follow you when you’re unable to string more than two words together at a time. What grade did you graduate from, grade seven? Ain’t you never heard of high school?

My phone rings. I gaze at the number. Speak of the devil.

“Hi Clarise. How you gettin’ along with rich boy?”

“Rich boy has a name. Harold.”

“Rich boy Harold, has a nice ring to it.”

“Honestly Sophia,” she says to me. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were jealous of my new boyfriend.”

“Who me? Jealous of you with that new handsome rich man of yours, tossin’ money round like it grew on trees? Girl, you know I’m happy for you. You need to get a grip. You been breathing in too many fumes from that overheating, twelve year old Ford engine of yours. I think it’s wonderful you found such a great guy.”

“Hmmm, okay, thanks. Listen, I need a favor. You remember last year you was telling me about that pill you took once?”

I struggle to remember just what the hell she is talking about.

“You know, when you had sex and your man didn’t wear no glove the night before.”

“You mean birth control pills?”

“No. I ain’t been using none of those. I think they call it the morning after pill.”

A light bulb finally goes off in my head. She is talking about the emergency pill you can get at the drugstore or clinic when your man was simply too damn hot the night before to pull out on time, and he ended up filling you with his baby making batter.

“Oh, I know what you’re talking about. Does that mean that money man and you are finally getting between the sheets?”

“Yeah, it does. He’s a really good lover. Went for a whole two hours. Only he don’t like wearing condoms on account of he says that they get in the way. He wants me to get some birth control pills, and I said I would, only my appointment with my doctor to get hooked up with them is a whole two weeks away. In the meantime, if I had some of those emergency pills, then-“

A broad smile suddenly plasters itself across my mischievous jealous face. Not only am I jealous of my best friend, but I am insanely jealous of her. I decide to play a rotten trick on her.

“Let me guess, it’s not only a Sunday morning, but a holiday as well, and the clinic and drugstores are closed, and you don’t want none of his little fishies to fertilize that defenseless big old egg of yours, is that it?”

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m only eighteen, and you know how damn strict my parents are. Even though we live in a trailer park, they are Christians, against abortion. For sure they’d want me to keep any damn baby if I ever did fuck up and get preggy. Only rich boy already done told me he ain’t ready for no kid, see, and he’s already said he’d fuck off for sure and never see me ever again if I try and saddle him with a baby to look after. So if I wanna keep him as my boyfriend, I can’t afford to have a swelling belly.”

“As it just so happens,” I lie. “I got not only a dozen of those emergency pills, but a whole whack of birth control pills as well. Your momma uses the same doctor as you, right?

“Right.”

“Well then. You don’t want your doctor ratting you out to momma, telling her you’re sexually active and looking for birth control pills. Why don’t you swing by and I can hook you up with both kinds of pills and show you how to use them.”

“Thanks, Sophia. You’re a real life saver. Sorry for doubting you as a true friend. I’m a bit short of cash though, and I know you must have paid for them. I could owe you the money you paid for them?”

“Nonsense! Don’t worry about money. The pills will be a gift from me to you.”

“Be over in an hour, bye,” she yelps excitedly, thinking I’m about to save her bacon when actually, I’m about to fry it in the damn fire. I ain’t got no emergency pills left, and I never did have any birth control pills to begin with. What I do have are some generic aspirins, which have no stamp on them. I’ll give her a dozen of those and pretend they are the emergency pills. I also have some generic diet pills that are a little larger and yellow in color. They look official. I’ll put sixty-two of those in a bag and lie and tell her I took them out of two fancy monthly dispensers so her mom won’t know what they are if she happens to find them laying around in her drawer.

I put the two sets of pills into two separate bags and then pace up and down in my tiny room excitedly. Once she gets knocked up she is going to lose her super cool bad assed boyfriend, and she is going to be grounded for a gadzillion years by her furious parents. And, she is going to be forced to carry some snot nosed baby in her belly for a whole nine months, then have to spend all her time changing poo covered diapers and having illegal bahis siteleri baby lips stretch out those once mighty fine breasts of hers. I love it! I seriously salivate over messing with her perfect life. In my head I have formulated the perfect plan, only my nefarious mind will add one more simple twist. I am going to get to know her boyfriend a little bit better, making them both feel that I am very supportive of her relationship, only once I am certain she is pregnant, I will call him up, and tell him that his precious Clarise has been pulling a fast one on him. I will lie and say she has been purposely trying to get pregnant to she can trick him into marrying her. That will make him furious, and he will dump her quickly and I will insert myself on the rebound, taking Clarise’s place as her man’s main new squeeze. My plan is foolproof and I love it.

I can’t wait for the little lucky bitch to get here so I can mess with her life royally.

My patience is rewarded when I finally hear the pathetic whine of her droning engine, sputtering and backfiring in my meagre parking lot.

She parks in the dilapidated visitors section like she is supposed to, but ignores the sign saying not to park cars there if they are leaking oil.

I watch as she comes in through the front door and then…then…wait for it…damn, yes! A slam dunk! The buzzer rings, and little miss goody two shoes with the proud Christian parents and wicked figure which I have always been desperately jealous of, is now whizzed into my tiny place by my excited little fingers holding open the door.

She heads inside, and smiles at me, all prim and proper, no longer a damn virgin after her condom free romp in the hay with money bags.

I run happily to the fridge and find a diet soft drink for her. I make myself a tea. A peppermint tea. I only got one teabag left but it’s a special occasion, so what the fuck! Besides, I can always plastic bag it and use the bag later.

She nervously bites her gorgeous bottom lip as she stares at me. I guess that shows how anxious she is not to have an unexpected baby packing the pounds onto her perfect figure. Did I say that it was not so perfect before? Maybe I exaggerated. Maybe I fibbed a bit. And maybe I stretched the truth all the way from here to damn Chicago, but one thing’s for certain, she ain’t gonna have no perfect figure left when I get through with her. She’s gonna look more like some giant taco bell with a puffy face and red crying eyes.

I show her a fake plastic smile. No more college scholarship to that ivy league college that approved you, you stupid little twit! Did I say earlier that she never went to high school? Well, maybe she did go to high school, and maybe she did get straight ‘A’s, but she is too damn stupid to know that I am about to sabotage her so her book smarts don’t count, not when you need street smarts to survive.

She kicks off her shows but hesitates.

I am waiting for her to sit on my dingy couch, but she makes up a face at a cockroach, scurrying along the cushion, and then acts all disgusted as a second, larger roach runs over top of her kicked off expensive shoes as it heads for the crumbs in my kitchen. What is up with her? She’s all tucked away in mommy and daddy’s protective little trailer park, but without the roaches I got.

I can’t afford exterminators like they can. I gotta struggle on my own. I’d like to see her afford a park unit on her own little minimum wage pay check. And I ain’t got no super buff and super handsome hero to pay my way for me. But fuck her sorry fat ass. She won’t have one soon either, not when poor rich little cute boy done gets told by some little birdie that his big breasted fuck machine is turning him into a daddy whether he likes it or not.

And, just like me, this infuriating Clarise may soon have to find that stupid minimum wage job too. Mommy and daddy might just kick her out when they notice some fucking uninvited coconut bump pushing out of her once innocent, slim trim tummy. What’s the matter girl? You don’t know how to sling burgers or clean toilets as a janitor down at the mall? Not to worry, you’ll soon find out, after, that is, you kiss your college scholarship dreams goodbye.

I get her to sit on the couch and it infuriates me that she has the gall to check it out first, skinning up her nose like my cover wrapped stained couch is somehow unexpectedly ghetto. Well we’ll see how uppity you are when your bad assed breasts get even bigger with unexpectedly large deposits of baby milk, you snotty, hieghty tighty bitch!

I scurry excitedly out of the kitchen and bring her back the one diet soda I have left.

She pops the top and drinks thirstily.

I show her the two bags of pills, and for a girl that is so smart, you would think she wouldn’t be so stupid.

“You only have to take one of these morning after pills now, and then again each time you have sex with Harold.”

“With us, it’s not just sex,” she explains conceitedly. canlı bahis siteleri “It’s more like making love.”

I am ready to explode at this crass assed bitch but I keep my cool. I next show her the fake birth control pills, only she thinks they are real.

“Just take one a day, starting today, and in ten short days they will be in your system and as long as you take one each day, you will never have to worry about getting pregnant.”

“Thanks,” she spits out, finishing off my last diet soda. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for another one, knowing what a grasping tight assed bitch she is.

“Soooo, what you’re saying is,” she asks, “is that if we make love again, to keep using the morning after pill, but only for ten more days. Is that right? And to start taking a birth control pill, one a day starting now, along with that other pill?”

“You got it,” I said, amazed she is so trusting, and unaware of how she is being played by me.

She takes both pills into her damn pretty mouth, and I bring her a glass of water to wash them down with.

I am horrified that she examines the glass first, trying to make sure it is not dirty. Who does this damn ho bitch think she is, the queen of England? Too good for my glasses? I want to freak right there and then, and toss little miss princess off my tiny lot, but I keep that fake smile plastered onto my face and I pretend as if everything is hunky dorey. Soon enough, if I don’t betray my true feelings for this pathetic preppy slut, then I’ll have her up the pregnant creek without a frigging paddle. Fuck, I’m good!

We chat mindlessly for the next twenty minutes, and the sound of her snotty voice grates on me like fingers down a damn chalkboard. I try to imagine her perfect sexy figure getting all blown up out of shape with her waddling around like a damn penguin and I smile, only this time it is a for real smile!

When she finally leaves, I prance around my unit like a damn bitch in heat, shaking my oversized booty to rap music as I savor my bitch on bitch crime moment.

XXX

It is exactly one month since I gave her the two fake sets of pills. She is still not suspicious, although on this particular morning, her phone call is more urgent, and for the first time she is no longer bragging of her sexual conquests with super rich Harold.

“Can I come over?” she says, sounding all nervous and bummed out like.”

“What happened, trouble in rich boy paradise? You and Harold have a fight or something?”

“No,” she says, almost in a mindless whisper. “I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” I try not to snicker, but I relish the moment, savoring her anguish. It is better than chocolate, or sex or even winning the lottery. Finally, I laugh to myself, after all that unprotected fucking she’s done!

“Those pills you gave me. You’re sure they work?”

“Whatchoo saying, that I don’t know what I’m doing?”

“That’s not what I meant,” she clarifies. “It’s just that…that…well-“

“Well what?”

“My period was due last week and it never showed.”

I press my hand to my mouth and keep it there. I try not to bust my gut laughing, and I try not to shout out ‘Alleluia.’

“And?”

“And, well, I went on line, thinking that maybe I got sick or something.”

“Why would you possibly think that?”

“Well, I threw up a few mornings ago, and I seem to have this crazy heightened sense of smell. It’s really weird. I also feel hot, and the past week or so I’ve been feeling cramps in my lower tummy.”

“Maybe you got the flu?”

“That’s what I thought, so I went online and punched in my symptoms and was shocked at what I saw.”

“What did you see?”

“It says I am probably pregnant.”

“Not possible, girl. Those pills I gave you are foolproof. Aint no way you can be knocked up. Not with those pills you can’t! Unless of course you skipped a day or two?”

There is a pause at the end or the line. She says nothing. I decide to prod her. I want to keep her talking. I am having too much fun. I hope this damn bitch puts on at least forty pounds and keeps it on. That would be the end of her ‘too good to be true, ass kicking figure! Good riddance and don’t let the door hit you on the way out!

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Did you skip a day or two?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think? Either you did or you didn’t?”

“You never said nothing about missing one day as being a make or break deal.”

“Did you skip a day by accident, do you think?”

She is thinking and finally the verdict comes back. “No, I’m actually positive now that I think of it. I took the first at your place then every day at ten in the morning. I’m certain cause that is when I have breakfast. I always took it just before breakfast. And we made love three more times before the ten days were up. I also took the morning after pill the next day all three times like you said.”

“Well relax then. You’re definitely not pregnant.”

“You sure? There is just so much riding on it. I kind of have fallen in love with Harold, but he’ll leave me for sure if he thinks I’ve tricked him into making me preggo. And then of course I’ll end up kissing college goodbye and my parents would freak big time.”

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“But… That’s a lot.”

“56$ more, yes… It’s because of all the renovation we had to do on the building.”

“You… You didn’t do any!”

“Listen, Clara. You are a good tenant, but you have no choice here. You either accept the raise, or you’ll have to find a new place. I’m sorry. You have until next Thursday to give me your decision.”

“…”

It was ALWAYS the same; it was my curse. Every single time something good happened in my life, something worse followed to dampen my happiness. I was already struggling to pay my rent with my miserable salary, but they still increased it by 56$ per month, pretending they had done major renovations to justify a raise above than allowed by the law. It was a dirty tactic they used in the past to push people out so they could ask even more money from a new tenant. I wasn’t good at talking, but I was not stupid.

I closed the door, and one of my tears dropped on my new lease agreement. Every month I had less money to spend, and the only place I could cut at this point was my phone or my food. Simply put, this was the last blow. I would have to move out and find a cheaper apartment, which also meant that I would have to live much farther and roughly double my commute time to work.

If it were only that… The worst part was that I would have to live so far away from my new friends.

A small pair of rubber arms wrapped around me from behind.

“Asha… What am I going to do? It’s not fair!”

The small snow leopard petgirl spent the night at my place. While I was answering the door, she hid in the closet and heard my conversation with the landlord. She tried to comfort me with a hug, but this time I would need much more than that. My world was burning to ashes, and I didn’t have enough water left to control the damage.

I dragged my feet back to my room and let myself fall on the bed. Asha followed me and kneeled next to me to rub my back with her paw.

“I… won’t be able to go to Cakes & Pets nearly as often. I won’t be able to bring you back home for the night. What am I gonna do, Asha? It’s not fair!”

The petgirl probably wished she could talk right now, but her adorable mask prevented it. I could have released her, but it was unlikely that she would have found the words to make me feel better; rubbing my back was undoubtedly the best thing she could do.

It made me feel sick to think that because of a small 56$, a greedy landlord managed to destroy my entire life. My communication disorder was improving so much around my new friends; I was more comfortable around people every time Lucy forced me to experience new things. This feeling that someone cared about me was new and essential in my life. How come he had the right to take all of this away from me?

I spent the next thirty minutes cuddling and crying with Asha before we had to head out. We would drop by the café, and then another dull workday awaited me around the corner.

***

“A raise!? Absolutely not!”

“But… My rent… It went up.”

“Ours too! Welcome to the continuously-increasing cost of living in the big city. I can’t help you with that, Clara.”

“If I can’t pay… I’ll have to move far away.”

“That’s a sad reality. Many of your co-workers have to commute for over an hour to get here. You’d not be the first to have to do that.”

“… I… could find a new job, then.”

As soon as I said that, a torrent of regrets filled up my head. Was I desperate enough to threaten my boss? I knew very well that I was expendable and had no special qualifications to do anything else. He stared at me and then shook his head in disappointment.

“Don’t go there, Clara. I have a huge pile of candidates that are ready to do your job without complaining.”

“S… Sorry.”

“Keep in mind that you are not THAT good at what you do. And don’t make yourself believe that you can do something other than packing boxes. You might end up living in the street before you know it. Now go back to your post. Your fifteen minutes break is almost over.”

“…”

I turned heels and exited his office, scared and defeated. What did I think? They didn’t care about me! I knew that! Why did I even think they would even listen to me? He could have fired me on the spot. And maybe that was what would happen now that they knew I was disgruntled; it was unlikely that they would keep a problematic employee around the place.

I returned to my working spot next to the conveyor. In a minute, the robots will bring me an endless number of stupid items to pack, and it would be like that, uninterrupted, for the next two hours until the end of my shift.

Today, more than ever, I just felt like a cow standing on her anti-fatigue mat, used as a tool to make a profit.

This was not a life.

***

“Clara! I hoped you would come. I need your help!”

“…”

It was a pattern with Lucy. Every time I showed up at the café and wanted to discuss something specific, she went ballistic and needed me to do something for her, nullifying my intentions güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri in the process. When it was not an out of the blue pet sitting, she wanted me to act as an emergency pet.

I had no idea what she wanted from me this time around, but I knew I would have to put my problems aside for a moment and listen to her more pressing needs.

“So, do you remember where the pethouse is?”

“Yes.”

“Good! Would you do me a HUGE favor? Misti and Trixie are still recovering from their cold over there. The thing is that Misti usually is my go to girl who runs all my errands, but since she is out of commission, could you bring this box to them? Do you have time?”

“… Yes. What is it?”

“It’s a surprise for them. Oh, and since you are going there, can you give this letter to the commissionaires at the front desk for me. You must NOT open that letter, though. It’s very private.”

Lucy looked under her small reception desk, pulled out an unmarked sealed white envelope, and handed it over to me.

Since she mentioned the mysterious pethouse, which was, in fact, a luxurious penthouse located at the top of a big building hosting an insurance company, I thought I could risk asking some questions about it; not to be intrigued was downright impossible.

“Lucy… About the pethouse…”

“Oh… I thought you said you remembered where it was. I’m sorry, I can text you the address. Let me go grab my cell phone,”

“… No… no… I know where it is… I just…”

“Oh, good then! Hurry! They need this box asap. Thanks so much for doing this. Maybe next time you come, I’ll let you take three pets home!”

“… Wait! No… That’s not it!”

She turned me around and pushed me toward the door as she was obviously avoiding the topic. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the Cakes & Pets café with a small box in my hands and a white envelope between my teeth, which was another technique Lucy employed to prevent me from asking questions.

The door slammed close behind my back, leaving me alone with my mission.

“But… I wanted to know about the pethouse… Aww!”

This matter would have to wait a bit longer. At least this little task would distract me from my horrible day a bit longer. Seeing Trixie again would be nice, and maybe I would get to see Misti out of costume as well; that could be fun.

I headed toward downtown, chuckling a bit to myself. Not so long ago, I would have been terrified to meet a new pet out of costume, but now I was almost looking forward to it. All the time that I spent with Trixie as a human changed my perspective. It had not broken my relationship with the pets in any way; if one thing, it had improved it.

Improved it… By how much? That was another question. During my date with Trixie, which was not exactly a date, I ended up kissing her romantically in the spa’s locker room. I knew it didn’t mean that we were a couple or anything like that. I think it was just something we did instinctively to defuse a situation and show that we cared for each other. But it wasn’t clear whether or not Trixie would expect more out of this.

The rabbit girl was not easy to read. When she wore her bunny costume, it was undeniable that she loved being around me, but she had other clients that she loved to play with as well. When she was a human, she wanted to spend time with me and go on “dates,” but was it something she did with the other pets too? I didn’t have this piece of the puzzle.

Seeing her acting around Vix showed me that Trixie loved cuddling anything that had a pulse. Also, I should not forget that she had transmitted her cold virus to Misti after getting it from Vix; there was some serious fluid exchange right there directly linked to that kinky bunny, which made me chuckle a bit more. Only spending more time with Trixie would help me get to know her better.

I quickly reached the insurance building. Before going in, I tried to keep my anxiety at bay. Not only this place was intimidating, but on top of that, I would have to talk to the commissionaires. It was time to check if all that speech practice I had with the pets would yield dividends. I could do this.

That big glass door was heavy, and I was tiny; it was a bad combination. After managing to squeeze through the crack without getting stuck, I headed to the front desk, not too sure how to approach them.

“Deliveries are at the back of the building.”

“But… I’m…”

“You have to exit and go around, sorry.”

“…”

That didn’t go well. Not very good for me, who had thought I had made progress in discussing with others. This man, wearing a white shirt, overpowered me effortlessly.

My first reflex was to lower my head and head back outside. I wasn’t too sure what to do, so I called Lucy.

“Clara? Is everything alright?”

“… No… They didn’t want to speak to me… They want me to go to delivery instead.”

“Delivery? Why would they want you to… Oh, right, the box.”

“What… What güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri do I do?”

“Did you give them the letter?”

“N—No… They didn’t want to listen to me.”

“Hahaha. Okay. Listen. You go back inside… No matter what they tell you, give them the letter. Everything will be alright. Trust me.”

“O—Okay… I’ll… try again.”

Once more, I battled the heavy door and walked back in the lobby, even more nervous than the first time. It only took two seconds before they rudely asked me to leave again.

“I said, the deliveries are at the back, are you deaf?”

“… I… I…”

“You what? You want me to throw you out?”

“Please… I have this letter… for you.”

“A letter? What letter?”

“This… this one…”

While looking at the floor, I managed to raise my trembling arm high enough to hand the envelope, white as my face, to the commissionnaire. I waited in silence, while he examined it, and then…

“Holy mother of… I’m SO sorry… I’m so sorry… please. I assure you, Miss, it… it won’t happen again. Please, follow me. We will take care of this right away.”

“…uh?”

What now? With my arm still in the air, I lifted my chin to see what was happening. Why was he so apologetic and scared of me all of a sudden? He started walking while asking me to follow him. Follow him where? Lucy didn’t say squat about any of this.

“Please, Miss… Follow me, and I will arrange everything… un… unless you prefer another agent? I… I would understand.”

“…”

I couldn’t talk anymore, but at least I managed to get my legs moving to push my body in his general direction, still carrying my small box between my shaky hands.

The commissioner led me to a small office not too far from the front desk. Once inside, he made me sit on a chair and continued with his strangeness.

“It will only take a minute. I apologize again.”

“…”

He was still freaking out about something I knew nothing about. He pulled a sheet of paper from the envelope and started transcribing the content to his computer. Shortly after…

“Please, look at the red light.”

“…”

FLASH!

“Gah!”

“I’m very sorry about that… We are almost done. Just place your hand on this plate.”

“…”

The device on which I rested my little hand flashed green for a second, and then, with some unsteady fingers, he placed a white plastic card in what seemed to be a small printer. The card dropped in, the machine vibrated a bit, before spitting out the card that now had my terrified face on it.

“There… The building is yours, Miss. Let us know if you experience any issues. I’m so sorry again about the misunderstanding.”

“… T… Thank you?”

There was no way for me to know what to do next. I first thought I was detained or something, but that didn’t seem to be the case anymore.

I stood up slowly, but I was still not convinced if I would be allowed to leave, so I kind of stared at him, hoping to get some signal. But then, he abruptly bounced out of his seat, making me jump, and he rushed to open the door for me…

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry again… I’ll get the door for you.”

“…”

He freaked me out so much that I carefully exited the small room, longing the door frame to keep as much distance as I could from him. As soon as I was out, I jogged back to the lobby. I looked at the other commissionaire sitting at the front desk, and he quickly lowered his head as soon as we made eye contact.

“What is going on here!?”

On top of my box, there was my shiny new ID card, still warm from the press. I quickly grabbed my cell phone and tried to call Lucy… but she was not answering this time.

“Mmm… I wonder…”

Still trying to stay as far away from the front desk, I circled it, tried to merge with the decorative plants, and headed toward the elevators. Like the last time when I was here with Trixie, there were random people wearing business suits, which made me feel like an outsider.

The elevator bell rang, and I swiftly engulfed myself in it. After swiping my new card on the reader, I hesitantly pressed the P button, all the way at the top of the panel. The elevator moved in a way to make me gain some weight, and all I had to do was to enjoy the ride since it seemed to work. I was on my way to the pethouse.

Shortly after the elevator door split open, I faced another set separating me from my friends; it was as intimidating as before. Swiping the card in front of the reader to access the pethouse was not easy. What if they were not home? Was it okay for me to get in without their permission? Lucy had not explained anything to me as usual.

Gathering my courage, I pushed the door open, as quietly as possible, and stepped in. Trixie and Misti were my friends; they probably would be okay with me being here after all.

A quick visual scan revealed no signs of life. Nobody was in the kitchen, nobody in the living room, the window wall güvenilir bahis şirketleri was as impressive as ever, and the staircase was still enormous.

But then I heard a faint noise… An erotic noise…

“Mmm… aah!”

“…”

One of the big couches had it’s back facing me… and those sounds turning my face beet red were seemingly coming from it. I silently approached it, trying to look over the backrest. The saliva noises were evident at that point.

Once close enough, I looked over the backrest, and my heart skipped a beat. Two small naked girls, both blonde with short hair, were lying down naked on top of each other with their arms and legs entwined randomly. They were very focused on making out and had no idea I was even observing them.

Obviously, that was not something I had expected when entering the pethouse. My paralysis prevented me from opening my mouth or fleeing, but my brain filled my body with efficient sexual hormones.

From my angle, I couldn’t tell which one was Trixie, but seeing two perfect bodies, white as snow, rubbing on each other like this, it was not something I could stop watching. The female on top was also clearly humping her friend’s thigh sensually.

There was something so attractive in seeing those small girly hands sliding gently on the soft skin. It was probably the wrong thing to think, but I desired the same thing. I wanted to be one of those girls, being taken care of by an equally attractive one.

“Mmm! Aaaah!”

“M… Misti… I’m… I’m close. Kiss me deeper.”

Okay… Now I knew who Trixie was… The one on top, and what she just said, made me feel even more awkward. I couldn’t believe I had been more scared to enter an empty apartment than the possibility of bumping into a sex scene, which had been way more likely to happen with Trixie around.

Then another surge of sexual emotion washed over me when the girl under Trixie ran her fingers in her short blonde hair. When I saw Trixie out of her suit for the first time, I jealously wanted her hair. It was a color I loved, and I remembered how soft it was to the touch.

I could sense the overheating coming from that couch and could still not move a finger. Seeing Trixie’s hips moving faster and faster while kissing more intensely was nothing short than mesmerizing. I was so envious.

And then…

“Mmm.. nngh! Aaah! Aaah AAAH! AAAHH! Misti! Misti… AAAAAH”

“MMmm!”

Misti firmly gripped Trixie’s hair to keep making out with her while she was cumming.

Seeing the small body convulsing mixed with Misti’s dominant attitude turned my legs into jello. What did I walk into this time? I didn’t know what to do anymore.

A high pitch scream sliced the erotic scenario like a razor blade.

“EEEEEEK!”

And another…

“EEEEEEEAAAAH!”

Then mine…

“AAAAAAAAH!”

Trixie tumbled down to the carpet, Misti crunched herself up, trying to hide her chest, and I stepped back as far as I could until I hit the wall.

“Cla… CLARA!?”

“… Misti?”

“…”

What could I say? Sorry, I saw you making love by accident but kept watching? I didn’t think it would fly. I shouldn’t even be here.

But then, Trixie, naked like a worm, bounced over the couch like the bunny she was and leaped in my direction as if her recent orgasm overcharged her.

“CLARAAAA! What are you doing here!? How did you get in!? AWWWW! I MISSED YOU!”

Even bracing for the impact was not sufficient. I ended up on my back on the floor, losing grip of my box, and Trixie gave me a deep kiss.

“Mmm!”

“Mmm!”

It was as stupid as inappropriate, but it felt good, particularly since my body was still turned on by what I had witnessed only a moment ago.

“Alright, Trixie… We know who your favorite is, now.”

“Heeey! I mean… You are my favorite, Misti… and Clara is too… Aaah! Don’t ask me to choose!”

“Hehe, just teasing you, bunny. Get off Clara. You are scaring her.”

“Oh… Am I?”

“Mmm…”

“No… Look! I think she liked our little show.”

“Get off her, Trix… Let her breathe.”

“Okay, okay… But still… Look at her face.”

Trixie got off me and trotted back to the couch before wrapping her arms around Misti’s naked body. I couldn’t believe how much alike they looked. They were the same size, same pale skin tone, same short blond haircut, and blue eyes. I could still tell them apart, but it would probably be more challenging in a low light environment.

“You… You look alike…”

“See… I told you! We turn her on.”

“Stop it, Trixie! Clara, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“I… I don’t know. Lucy asked me to deliver this box… But when I got here, it went all crazy, and they gave me this ID card.”

“Aaaah! It’s our work money.”

Misti got rid of Trixie’s arms around her and stepped off the couch to pick up my box that had tumbled nearby.

“Thank youuu!”

She then went to the small dresser in the corner of the living room and opened the box. After pulling a bunch of small brown envelopes from it, she began distributing them. Each petgirls had a personal drawer, so Misti opened them one at a time and emptied the small envelopes’ content in each of them.

“Oooh, the café is doing better, I think… That’s good.”

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Jason looked up at the tall skyscraper. He nervously fidgeted with his tie and checked himself in the reflection of the glass. Then after taking a deep breath walked over to the main entrance and made his way into the building. The first thing he noticed was the lobby. Tall marble columns reached up nearly a dozen stories. Glass elevator banks lined the walls disappearing into the ceiling along with the columns. The inside of the building was even more impressive than the outside.

The next thing he noticed was the staff. Nearly all the employees he saw walking around were female. Other than a bigger security guard at a desk at the side of the lobby there were very few men.

After a moment he took and deep breath and focused. He was here for a purpose. And so he lifted his shoulders back and tilted his chin up and made his way to the reception desk. Three beautiful women sat on tall chairs. All three were quite petite but the chairs they sat on were so tall that the receptionists were nearly eye to eye to Jason; who was just above 6 feet tall.

“Hello, how may I help you?” The woman on the far right said asked.

Jason walked a few feet over so that he was directly in front of her and bobbed his head in reply. “I’m here to see Mrs. Paro.” He said as confidently as he could.

The woman across from him stared at him for a moment. Her eyes looked him from top to bottom. A moment passed and she still said nothing.

“My name is Jason Conner..” He trailed off uncertainly.

A slight smile crept onto her innocent looking face and a sweat broke out on Jason’s brow. He began to feel anxious. He averted his eyes and looked down.

The reception desk had a marble front that rose up to his chest. Behind it was a glass table that the women sat at. Through the glass he could see long slender legs. He followed them up to her tight black skirt. Her legs parted as she lifted one leg and crossed it over the other. Jason saw a flash of thin white fabric.

Realizing he was staring he quickly looked up at the woman. Luckily she was reaching over to open a large black binder. It sat on the table between her and her coworker, creating a subtle wall of sorts.

“I’m her secretary and take care of many things for her. Hold on please.” She said while flipping through the binder.

Jason moved his weight from one foot to the other nervously. Why was this girl throwing him so off balance? It was her smile he decided. So slight that it was barely perceptible but always on the corner of her lips, as if she was always in a state of slight amusement. As if she was the only one in on a joke.

The woman continued flipping through the binder looking for something. She had to lean over farther to read the small print. Jason watched as her legs unfolded and spread out slightly for balance. Jason gulped hard. Her skirt was pulled up her thighs so high that it was barely covering her crotch. A half inch higher and he would be able to see beneath it.

Another page flipped and the woman leaned over a little more. Jason was also looking at the binder, trying to keep his mind and more importantly his eyes away from the glass desk. Or more precisely what was unfolding beneath it. Yet the more he tried to ignore it the harder it became. And the harder he became. He couldn’t help but see in the corner of his eye that her legs shifted even wider. Jason looked at the woman’s face. She was biting the bottom of her lip as she read something in the binder.

He risked a glance down at the glass. His eyes went wide. Her legs had opened far enough that the woman’s skirt lifted several inches. Her legs were only slightly güvenilir bahis open but he could clearly see between them. She wore a tiny and tight white thong. It was pressed tightly against her mound. He could see the sides of her pussy lips on either side of the fabric and a tuft of black hair at the top. His hand reached down to his cock unconsciously. It was beginning to press against his pants.

Jason closed his eyes as his hand squeezed his cock causing pleasure to course through his body. He was in the middle of the lobby with dozens of people walking around him and he was staring at a girls half visible mound. It was so inappropriate hot.

When he opened his eyes he was surprised to see the woman staring at him intently. The binder she had been flipping through was closed.

“It’s not here. If you don’t mind following me?” It was more of a demand than a question.

He put his jacked in front of his crotch and stepped around the desk to follow the woman. Standing she was even shorter than he imagined. Her eyes were level to his chest. Which meant that he now had a good look down her top. She wore a tight shirt but it was definitely too small for her busty breasts. He could see them trapped beneath the fabric being squeezed tightly against each other. They looked like they were bursting to escape. She motioned for him to follow her as she lead him towards a door directly behind them.

She opened the door and made her way towards a large cabinet in the back corner of the room. Her ass swayed from side to side as she walked. She pulled out a step ladder and climbed several steps up to reach one of the top drawers. Jason was directly behind her and so when she reached the top step he suddenly had a clear view up her skirt again but this time from behind.

Her ass was entirely visible. The thong was so tight that it was wedged deep between her ass cheeks. The woman swayed a little and looked as if she was going to fall back so Jason stepped forward to catch her if she fell. He was less than two feet away when the woman pulled out a box and backed up a little to set it down at her feet. Jason moved back a moment too late. Her ass pressed backwards against his face and his nose found itself in between her ass cheeks before he stumbled back. His face turned red and his eyes shot to the ground in embarrassment. He braced for her to start yelling at him or something but was met with only silence.

After a moment he finally glanced up at her and saw that she had barely moved. She faced straight ahead, still as a statue. Then he watched in disbelief as she slowly placed the box down and spread her feet wider slightly. She looked back at him over her shoulder and Jason saw that her cheeks were flushed. She was breathing quick shallow breaths. Jason took an unsteady step forward and watched in amazement as she stuck her ass out towards him.

He lifted a shaky hand towards her and placed it onto her hip. After a moment he grabbed her other hip as well. He was completely out of his element and utterly lost about what to do. He didn’t have to think for long. She took hold of his hands and pulled him forward into her ass. She let out a quiet moan at the pressure of his face between her ass cheeks. He gasped in surprise and felt her tighten her ass cheeks against his face at his breath. Then she relaxed them and again pulled him in deeper. Deeper against her ass.

She then took his right hand and guided it between her legs and placed it against her mound. Jason could feel her pubic hair and the thin fabric pressing tightly against her pussy. She guided his hand lower and his fingers traced the edges türkçe bahis of her pussy lips. One finger dragged straight down the middle of the fabric. It was soaking wet. She guided him lower until his hand was cupping her entire pussy. He could feel the heat coming off her in waves. Her mound was nearly dripping wet. She pressed his fingers against the fabric above the entrance of her vagina. She let out a loud moan as the pressure pushed the fabric of her thong even deeper between her pussy lips.

She leaned forward more, opening her ass even wider. Jason’s nose was pressed against the fabric directly against her asshole. He pulled his hand down along with hers and brought both of their wet index fingers to his mouth. He sucked her juiced off them clean. He felt her body shudder slightly. She grabbed his hand again and eagerly brought his fingers back to her wet mound. She grabbed the tight fabric covering her crotch and pulled it aside. A moment later she guided Jason’s finger into her hole along with her own. She was masturbating herself with his finger. He could feel her hot wetness slowly dripping down his finger onto his hand.

His other hand was pulled to her breast and she squeezed his hand against the softness. He felt her nipple harden in a moment. A button popped and her top loosened considerably. Another button popped and suddenly her tits jumped out of the confines of her tight shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

The woman let go of Jason’s hands and turned around to face him. Her bare breasts were just above his head. He could see her hard nipples saluting him. She leaned towards him and let herself fall off the step ladder and onto Jason. He barely caught her before stumbling backwards and falling down. He was pinned to the ground with her straddling his chest. He felt a wet spot developing on his chest from where her crotch pressed against him.

She spun around and leaned over to his crotch. Her ass was sticking out into his face and she lightly stroked the hard mound in his pants.

Jason shuddered as the sensation of pleasure flowed from his rock hard cock to his head and down to his toes. He let out a moan. That was all the encouragement she needed. He felt as her fingers fumbled at his zipper. Then her hand reach into his pants and slipped through the hole of his boxers. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and she slowly and carefully pulled it out of his pants.

Her fingers were small and delicate as she ran them up and down his erection. He reached forward and grabbed her hanging breasts. His fingers found her nipples and he squeezed them. A little more roughly than he intended to in the excitement. She let out a loud moan and Jason took advantage of the situation to grab his cock with one hand and direct it towards her open mouth. She grabbed his hand before it reached. She yanked it away from his cock and smashed it down against the ground just hard enough to surprise him. Then she pressed it there as if to say Don’t you dare move it. Jason stood still.

Then her small soft hands were on his cock again. She lifted his cock towards her mouth and just when he thought she might put it into her mouth she stopped and breathed hot breath onto it. She was teasing him! He shuddered as he felt her tongue lightly lick him from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. Jason felt a throaty moan escape his lips. She continued to lick him ever so delicately and softly. He arched his hips; pushing his cock towards her mouth but each time she moved away. Only to return to the feather-light licking.

‘Two can play at that game,’ He thought to himself.

Jason leaned forward and grabbed her güvenilir bahis siteleri ass cheeks, hard. He spread them open and touched his tongue to the spot between her pussy and her ass. She nearly collapsed onto him at the stimulation. Little did she know he was only beginning.

He angled her hips so that her ass was pointing up even higher. He leaned forward and traced his tongue along one side of her pussy lips. Moving his tongue as slowly as he could manage. She moved her hips trying to get him to lick her dripping hole but he moved his head to match her movements.

His tongue continued it’s trail down the edge of her lips to just an inch away from her asshole. She pressed her ass downwards trying to get him to lick her but he maneuvered her again and again so the he could continue teasing her. Her hand was frozen on his cock, her face resting against his thigh, her breath hot against his cock, her lips millimeters away from touching it.

Again he started at the top of her pussy but this time he pressed his tongue lightly against the fabric against her clit. Then he traced his tongue as lightly as he could down the middle of her pussy to her soaked hole. But he did not stop there. He continued trailing until he lightly licked her asshole. Her entire body shuddered and Jason felt her lips brush against his rock hard erection. As if suddenly remembering she had leverage of her own she finally leaned forward and slowly took his erection into her mouth.

Jason was frozen in anticipation. His lips parted, resting lightly against her asshole, breathing hot breaths against it. She pushed her ass into his face pressing him more tightly against her asshole. Jason slid a finger under the fabric of her panties and pulled it completely out of the way. Her pussy became entirely visible. He slid his tongue down her pussy, deeply this time down until he felt her hot and wet hole. He didn’t wait a second before dipping his tongue into her. He stuck his tongue in until he could not reach any further. She began gyrating her hips against his mouth. Harder and harder; matching the rhythm that he was pumping his cock into her mouth.

“I’m going to cum” She panted. Jason was surprised to hear that she spoke perfect English with only the slightest of accents.

Her declaration excited him even more. He licked her pussy even more passionately. Her juices dripped down his face and he felt her vagina muscles beginning to contract. He reached his hand down and grabbed the back of her head through her long dark hair. He pressed her head down and thrust his hips more eagerly, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He let out a moan indicating that he was getting close to cumming as well.

Jason slid his tongue up her pussy lips to her swollen clit and sucked on it while flicking it with his tongue. They were both moaning louder and louder as their movements became more and more desperate. Jason lightly closed his teeth around her clit and sucked. His hand closed around a fistful of her hair as he began to shake. Her thighs tightened against Jason’s face as she neared her climax. Her legs shook and her pussy contracted and he felt her warm juices flow into his mouth. He continued licking her trapped clit in between his teeth while she squirted onto him. He couldn’t take it any more. He pushed her mouth onto his cock one last time and held it there as he unloaded into her mouth. One of her hands reached down and fondled his balls while the other pumped his cock, urging more of his cum into her mouth and down her throat.

Jason collapsed backwards and the woman whose name he didn’t even know fell limp onto his legs. Her mouth still on the head of his cock. After a moment she licked him clean and turned around to lay on top of him. He grinned at the look of disbelief on her face.

“Does this mean I get the contract?” Jason asked with a sheepish grin.

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Jenna was working at the facility when it happened. She was a short, blonde woman who worked at a secret government facility that worked on alien lifeforms. The newest specimen was a strange bug like creature about three foot tall resembling a cross between a mantis and a beetle. It was kept in a glass chamber so it didn’t escape. Unfortunately on night when Jenna was transporting it broke out of the metal container she had placed it into and sprayed a strange green gas at her. Jenna collapsed and felt herself drift to sleep.

When she awoke she was in the medibay with the facilities doctor sitting next to her. She was around 40 a full 15 years older than Jenna. The doctor had a worried expression on.

“What happened, am I okay” asked Jenna.

“There’s no easy way to say this,” said the doctor, “but you were gassed by the alien you were working on and have been impregnated with one of its young.”

A feeling of dread went through Jenna as she desperately tried to compose herself. “You can get it out right, just cut it out”.

“I’m afraid we can’t, a defence mechanism would kick in poisoning you. You will have to canlı bahis şirketleri give birth to the creature.”

Jenna began to get more and more worried. “Will it hurt?”

“Yes” replied the doctor. “But more than most births, you see the gas changed your biology to fit that of a host meaning that the only way for the creature to be successfully birthed is from your anus.”

“So I’m shitting out an alien!” Jenna yelled.

“You will be in safe hands. We have called the best midwife we can get to help get you through this.”

3 months later and Jenna was looking like she was 9 months pregnant. Over this time she had got to know the midwife who would be helping her. Her name was Clara Johnson and she was considered one of the best midwives in the country although even she admitted an anal birth would be difficult. Jenna was working on some files when she felt a contraction go across her stomach. As this happened she felt a strange sensation akin to a bowel movement. It was time.

Ten minutes later she was completely naked on all fours on one of the beds in the medibay. She felt a gush of liquid come out canlı kaçak iddaa of her tight bottom and knew her waters had broken.

“Looks like its time then” said Clara. “Now I’m gonna lube up your anus so this thing can come out okay”. Clara then processed to stick her lubricated up index finger right up into Jenna’s rectum. “Sorry if this is uncomfortable but I have to do this.”

After a while a several more contractions Jenna felt the creature inside of her move towards its exit. “Okay now Jenna you’re going to have to do a big push here okay”.

Jenna then gripped the bed sheets, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and pushed with all her might. “Nnnnngggghhhhhh ” she grunted in an attempt to get out the creature inside of her. From Clara’s side she could see Jenna’s puckered anus open up.

“Jenna baby your doing great, I can see its head just keep pushing”.

Jenna pushed again “Nnnnnnnnnnggg ggggghhhhhhh”. The creature again moved closer to Jenna’s opening. She felt as if she was being ripped apart with every push. She proceeded to scream from the pain “Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh”. All she wanted at this stage canlı kaçak bahis was the alien out of her yet here she was assbirthing a monster. As it moved towards her anus she began to feel more pressure building up in her ass leading to a massive urge to push. Yet with each push came more pain.

“Its starting to crown now so this is the worst part. This thing is coming out now” said Clara with urgency. “I need you to do a really big push now. Push Jenna!

“Nnnnnnnnngggggggggg hhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa” Jenna screamed as her anus slowly opened up the alien began to force its way out of her ass. Her ass hole was stretching as its head emerged from her small body and petit frame. As Jenna screamed she felt her asshole get wider and wider until she was convinced it would break open. 3 inches, 4, at its widest point her anus had been stretched 5 inches wide by the creature. Finally in another gush of fluid the head slowly came out.

There was no respite though as the alien was still only half way out of her body. With another big push the rest of the creature came out of her. “Nnnnngggghhhhhhaaaaa”.

Clara then grabbed the newborn and placed it in a medium sized glass container. She looked over at Jenna and her now massive gaping anus. Clara new she would get surgery for it and that the facility would pay for it. But Clara was happy knowing she had helped in an unusual birth.

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