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She was gorgeous. Oceanic gaze peered from behind thin silver frames of which she wore only because she was afraid of contacts. She stood at the height of five foot five, long raven hair pulled back away from her pale smooth face in a pair of red chopsticks. Finally her voluptuous frame was wrapped in all kinds of fabrics of flow yet B-cup breasts were pulled tightly together just above a silk ivory sash. Her colors today were of deep reds and blues with bare minimum skin exposed…and I got to see it all.

She walked into my room gracefully, pausing at my dresser to pick up a handful of petals from a jar before proceeding to my bed. I watched her silently; we didn’t speak much during these times together. Gracing my bed with so much of a glance she’d climb aboard and spread the red life across the black velvet piece I had laid out for her, fingers trailing just barely over the petals in touch.

Mesmerized by her moment alone with the small life forms my hand tightened around the side of my camera. I raised it on par with my vision and began to snap pictures.

She looked up and smiled. “But I’m not in position,” she spoke with such a smooth tone it made my skin tingle a bit. Such confidence made me crave her; I could not help such feelings.

“Alright. Are you going to get me afterwards?” Business first. She smiled and only nodded slightly in confirmation, my sudden gulp of nervousness making her grin all the more. She knew how to work me.

Rolling onto her stomach then she’d prop her pretty little head into her palms, those eyes looking to me with reassurance, “But of course.”

The room felt much hotter after this, our business continuing as pictures were pendik escort snapped, the removal of clothing taking place until she was bare in a pile of petals.

“You know,” she said gently, hand trailing down her flat stomach gently, “There has been requests on our website for the two of us to be in a shot.”

“Oh really?” I asked, a bit embarrassed as I zoomed into her chest for the more responsive shots…but when her thumb and index took hold of the bud as her hand arched for the position I shook my head and pressed heavily onto the shutter button. Laughter was heard and I straightened my posture.

We had done this for years. Ourselves were three years apart, her older then I, and we were well bred with much to offer the world. Putting our traits to use we began to take pictures of each other which were instantly popular among the online public…and as we matured matured in our art, we were considered celebrities.

We determined ourselves to be stars in both male and female’s fantasies across the states and became consistent with our work through subscribers. It was good money and we were filled of exciting ideas.

The problem was, however, was that it was not accepted by both our parents and friends. Mother found father was one of our many subscribers and booted us from the house and the family; our friends could not look at us. It was a conserved town who shouldn’t be looking up such things anyway.

So we’ve been on our own and grownups since we were about eighteen and twenty one, living in our own small fortune.

Compared to my sister Sara, I was not anything too special but we were both equally adored. My own hair was of deep red due to the magic of escort pendik dye and my form was a bit more fuller than hers, weight-wise. Skin was of a tanner tint due to my activities outside but we both had our own personal beauties and attributes that kept the subscribers guessing what relationship we had with one another. Surely not sisters. Only the first month’s viewers knew this bit of information for we changed our names when girlfriends of the playground became upset of our bodies on their male’s computer files. Least we could deny it with a bit of photo altering and no names.

So for the next few years of our lives we ravished in our duties to the public, using their donations and each other as photographers to submit our form of art into the world for exchange of money. Business, right?

The next morning I found Sara sitting at our only computer of the two room apartment, a coffee cup faithfully at her side as she watched the loading screen of a paint program. She was wearing the cotton robe I had given her for Christmas, and just by the way she was sitting I knew she had only bare form to offer beneath. Picking up the cup she’d turn towards me with a smile, obviously pleased. “We have a few more each day meaning we might be able to get that second computer we’ve been talking about.”

“That would be neat,” I responded, moving to the kitchen to pour myself a cup. I felt her gaze heavily pressed on me. I looked up, “Are you okay?”

Suddenly she removed herself from her chair, form quickly winding around the counter as she approached me rather closely. I couldn’t help but blush but when she rose my face at her fingertip’s whims and attached her lips to my own. Instantly pendik escort bayan I fell deep into it, and instantly I pushed away when the flash occurred.

There was my camera sitting on the counter, apparently on a timer of some sort. I looked back and forth, steamed. “Did I not say no last night to your weird little offer?” I asked, angered.

She just looked at me, a brow raised with knowing-question. “You’re telling me you don’t want this? We could have the computer within a few weeks,” she spoke, hand quickly sweeping up to cup one of my breasts as another flash occurred.

“What setting do you have it on anyway?” I growled, quickly moving out of her grip as I snatched up the device to look at its status.

“Oh come on Haley I know you want me,” Sara said suddenly, elbows connected to the low countertop as she was leaning in forward to expose the nice line of thin chain running down the canyon between her breasts. I quickly caught the moment and shoved the camera to the side, shaking my head.

“No one knows we’re sisters, you know that. People are practically begging us to do this and promising donations if such demands are made,” she said. Business, right.

“And you just don’t want me?” I asked, attempting to switch to a playful mode.

“Of course not. You’re my sister. It’ll just get things done around here a lot faster,” she said, rising to move around our separation just to wrap her arms loosely about my neck. Looking up to me she’d puff out her lower lip and widen her sad eyes, “Why not?”

This made me frown. I sighed and pushed her off of me. I couldn’t keep cool when she only wanted it for business, I had feelings too. Locking myself into my own little world the rest of the day of reading and drawing I could only imagine what she was doing and putting in for responses to requests. It irritated me, but it was quickly forgiven and forgotten in a few day’s time.

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I hadn’t seen her for years. After law school, she blasted off to Europe. She was talented. Very talented. In more ways than one. She was destined to be the lead council of one of the largest banks in Europe.

We were partners in law school. She and I were the most driven, most compatible at our university. We both had a passion for justice, and we were both smart enough to know the money was in corporate law. We were also smart enough to know what great partners we were.

Long nights and weekends of studying, creating drafts and arguments brought us closer together. We got to know each other in very intimate ways. I suppose you can’t get so close to a member of the opposite sex, spend that much time, that much energy, share excitement, stress, fatigue without acknowledging the connection between you.

The European bank sent her to New York City for the summer. She hadn’t been so close to me in years. I felt my pulse race when I saw her number on my caller ID. She called to invite me to spend some time with her in New York City. I couldn’t have had a better reason to leave Los Angeles.

***

My cock just jumped with excitement seeing Liz at the airport. She looks better now, standing next to that limousine at Kennedy Airport, than she ever did in law school. Maybe it is her beautifully colored, wavy auburn hair. Perhaps it is her full pink lips, opening to a smile revealing her perfect teeth. No, it’s her orange blouse that I’m sure she had unbuttoned just for me after leaving the office, that shows her humble yet perky cleavage.

Yes. No. Yes. It is her perfectly silky, muscular legs that shows off her legs from the end of her knee-length skirt to her strappy sandals. And oh, those sandals revealing deliciously painted pink toes at the end of the deep arch of her foot. Her arch is accentuated by the sexy straps of her sandals. Her feet were made to wear those high heels with her arch perfectly curved even on the top of her foot. She is wearing those shoes for me, I’m sure.

The short walk to hug her feels like a mile. Her warm embrace feels warm and comfortable, and her scent is a mixture of fruity lotion and airy perfume. Our embrace lasts for minutes it seems. I don’t want to let go, and risk losing the lovely smell of her body and feel of her hair in my face. She undoubtedly feels the fullness of my crotch as my cock has already begun to fill with blood.

“I’ve missed you,” she says.

I help her to the awaiting limo, and we settle in. It’s like old times. Talking about our recent cases, latest projects, office smut, who’s fucking who, music, favorite things to do in NYC, and recent flings.

We arrive at her apartment and it is the most grand apartment I’ve ever seen. Perched high up in the NYC air, she has a two bedroom apartment that would make my condo in LA cry. It includes an enormous illegal bahis walk out terrace with a gas burning fire pit to keep warm on chilly summer nights. An outdoor shower is placed conveniently next to the hot tub that when in it, provides views of part of Central Park and Mid Manhattan.

“Wow,” I say, “Why would you ever go to the office with a place like this?”

“Unfortunately, I hardly ever see this place with all the time I’ve had at the office lately,” she explains. “Go get changed. We have dinner reservations.”

Liz and I laugh, we cry, we curse our clients, we curse the government, we talk dirty about those in our offices and our latest great fucks. I’m admiring the beauty and softness of her lips, the way she tosses her hair, the confidence in how she carries herself. I’m ready to fuck her. Right here in the restaurant.

Our seats grow closer together, our hands start on each other’s knees, soon we are holding each other’s hands. I feel her soft toes caressing my legs as we share our meal and wine. Her game of footsie grows more slow and deliberate with each minute ticking by. A bottle of wine and a dozen oysters later, we are back in the limo heading to her place. We hold each other, laughing through each other’s wine buzzed stories of law, love, lust, and lip service.

Back at her place, she sits and seductively removes her strappy heels, knowing I am watching her every motion. She tosses them towards her bedroom. I open another bottle of wine, and we walk out to her patio lounges next to the fire. We grow cozy next to each other, and my hard on is raging staring at her soft feet, smooth legs. Her glossy lips are hypnotising me, with the light of the fire dashing off them.

“You know, those nights of us studying together back in school are some of my most favorite nights of my life,” she confesses. “To this day, I can not find a more endearing, loving, passionate person as you.”

I blush.

“Plus, your cock is huge and you know how to work it.”

My cock begins to throb.

“You used to give those awesome footrubs as we studied. Do you remember those? Do you still know how to give them?” she asks.

“Of course. I will never get rid of my foot fetish,” I say. “You know how much I enjoy to give them.”

As I finish those words, she lifts her bare feet to my lap. One I let sit on my cock, still growing with every heartbeat. The other I took with both my hands and I begin to press my thumbs into her arch. Liz lays back with her head on the chair and glass of wine in hand. Her other hand, with fingers spread, running through her silky hair.

As I drive my thumbs in her arch, I feel her toes on her other foot begin to tease my cock. I can smell the lotion I’ve been thinking about all evening, permeating from her porcelain skin on her feet. I move from the base of her heel illegal bahis siteleri with both thumbs, running up each side of her arch, feeling for the balls of her feet, and savoring the feeling of each ridge and crevice of her footprint.

With her other foot, she spreads her toes. She is struggling to fit any bit of my now engorged shaft between her toes. She makes use of that deep arch by seeming to try to map each and every pulsing vein in my cock. She uses her big toe to trace my shaft from the base of my balls to the tip on my penis, straining against the seams of my dockers.

I lift her perfect foot, the one I’ve been massaging, to eye height. The sweet aroma is overwhelming. The sight of each and every sensual curve of her toes, her deep arch, her soft heels, her perfectly proportioned ankles, each dancing in the flickering light of the fire is starting to make my cock flow with pre-cum. My eyes follow the fire-light down her sculpted calves and down her thighs. The end of her skirt has fallen closer to her body. I see the fire illuminating her hand, once holding a wine glass, now massaging a perfectly bare pussy. The wetness in her fingers reflecting the fire light back to me.

My one hand takes her massaged foot closer to my face, and my tongue reaches for her toes. I embrace the silkiness of her toes between my lips and my tongue starts to dance with delight. My other hand has reached by belt, undoing it, and allowing Liz’s petite foot to fully engage my pre-cum on the tip of my shaft. With each pass, she takes more of my pre-cum, lubricating my cock as she slides her foot up and down, holding my cock between her talented foot and my body.

My tongue explores the details of her foot, trying to prove to myself that her toes taste as delicious as they look. Both hands continue to caress her foot as my tongue slides up and down her foot, as her foot is doing to my cock.

With each lick and pass of my tongue, her finger movements become more steady. She starts tugging at her own hair, biting her bottom lips, moaning for more. Her breaths become deeper. Her back arches more, and her head throws back.

Then, all of a sudden, she stops.

Our eyes meet.

“Fuck me now with that huge cock!”

In one swift movement, I get up and the rest of my clothes fall to the floor. Her skirt gets tossed next to the hot tub and her blouse, was gone. Missing.

She returns to the edge of the lounge, her ass facing me, begging to be fucked. I approach with my cock dripping with pre cum, her pussy lips wettened with her juices. Her ass is up in the air and her placing her elbows on the lounge, bracing herself. She turns enough so she can watch my approach. Her hair is tucked back behind her, out of the way of the screams to come.

My cock reaches her pussy lips and finds the opening it has been longing canlı bahis siteleri for. As I press further and further into her tight opening, she moans with satisfaction. Her eyes closed, savoring the pleasure. Her jaw drops, and her glossed lips reflect the flicker of the fire.

My enormous cock starts the familiar motion of back and forth, inching my way into her tight vagina. Each vein of my cock commands squeals of pleasure from Liz as I go in and out. My hands grip firmly around her waist, keeping up the rhythm that seems to bring the hardest groans from her. My thumbs start to work her back, as they were her feet just a short while ago, activating even more nerves in her body.

With the thrusting from my cock making delicious wet noises, my hands travel up her back, maintaining a constant pressure. They grip either side of her rib cage and I lift her back towards me. I support her from falling forward from each thrust with my hands massaging her bouncing breasts. Each nipple competing to be more erect than the other.

Gravity has caused her wetness down my shaft, I could feel the contrast of the cool summer breeze from the heat of the fire on the drips of her juices down my ball sack.

She turns her head up towards me, her wavy hair tickling my chest, I see the love in her eyes, the passion in her lips reaching for mine. We kiss. Our tongues dancing, embracing, sharing each other’s warmth.

She bites my lip.

“Harder,” she says.

I unlock our gaze and she lays down, back on the chair. My cock sliding out, dripping with her wetness. She lifts one leg up and my cock, once again, zeros in on her pussy.

My cock, now slick, resists less to find the depths of her. She removes the foot on my shoulder and presses her toes into my mouth. My cock picks up the comfortable rhythm again. Liz has one hand massaging her clit now, and her other hand reaching up through her hair. My hands help guide her foot through my mouth, so that my tongue can taste the sweetness it already had on the other foot. Each time my tongue flicks between her toes, I can feel her squeeze my cock, and squeal with pleasure. The wet sounds grow louder and faster as our breathing gets deeper and heavier. My balls slap her underside more and more firmly.

Her pussy is continuously becoming tighter, her squeals almost forming a pleasure vibrato as my tongue finds the zone in between her toes.

I can tell she is about to cum. My cock becomes harder, filling with my own juices, ready to be shared.

In the same instant, I explode deep within her, her back arched, matching the arch of her pointed pink toes. Her moans shivering in unison with her shaking body and her fingers dug deep into the pillow of the lounge, desperate for something to brace herself on to as she throws her hips forward.

With each squeeze of my cock, comes jets of my love, filling her. Her squeals begin to subside with each diminishing pulse from my cock. Her smile becomes bigger as her eyes began to open.

Our eyes meet. “I’ve missed you,” she says.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

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Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help. My stories are much better because of his advice.

*****

Chapter 12 – A Shower

Both Lisa and Heather go upstairs to take a shower. I will take one when they finish. An hour later and Heather comes down in an almost transparent teddy. Her hair is down, it’s been curled, and she put on some makeup. She is stunningly beautiful. Her nipples are poking out, and her breasts sway back and forth as she walks. No kidding, they are natural.

It does strike me as odd that a married woman is acting like this. I am helping her cheat on her husband. Heather will justify it somehow that I still have fuck rights. She is so predictable. I pass her going up the stairs, stopping just long enough for her to rub her tits on me and I give her a light and gentle kiss on the lips.

I don’t hear Lisa taking a shower. In fact, she is silent, and the door is closed. I knock on the door, and it opens from me knocking. She is on the floor, naked and crying softly. I can’t hear her, but I can tell based her breathing and her red puffy eyes.

I sit down on the ground and admire her naked body. I want to fuck her now, but the mood is all wrong. I don’t understand why she is crying. She still won’t look at me, which means I am the problem. My instincts say I should hug her, but somehow, with her naked on the floor, that seems wrong.

I quietly ask, just louder than a whisper, “What’s wrong, my love?”

Her head snaps up like she just realized I am there. Her arms come up to hug me, and then she yanks them back and wraps them around herself. When I try to get closer, she moves away. Ok, no hugs for her.

She looks at me with contempt in her eyes, “You’re going to fuck her, aren’t you?”

I know who she means, but I feign innocence, “You need to be more specific. Since coming here, I have slept with quite a few women.” Then I get defensive, “None of which I initiated. I see you smiling. I won’t deny that I didn’t enjoy all of it. Some were more unusual than others, but still, they were all pleasurable. Out with it, why is a beautiful naked woman crying on her washroom floor.”

Lisa is curled up, safe from me, yet only a foot away. I can tell that she wants to tell me something, but she won’t. She shut down and is going to keep me out. It’s time to break down some barriers. I stand up, take off my shirt, and drop it on Lisa. She looks up at me with a scared expression.

I drop my shorts, and they fall to the ground. I bend over, pick them up, and drop them on a now annoyed Lisa. I repeat that process with my boxers, but I drop them in her lap. I stand before her in all my naked glory. Her mouth is open and in awe as she looks up. I open the door and move into the shower. I did come upstairs for a shower after all.

I start a nice hot shower, and that begins a good fogging of the glass. I grunt a few times as I reach for my back. I hope that she will think I am in pain and assist me. The door opens, and Lisa slips in behind me. I smile at her action even though I can’t see her. Lisa picks up the dry washcloth, she pauses, no doubt realizing I lured her in. She then proceeds to clean me. It’s time I start confessing.

I speak to the wall in a slow, even, and soft voice, “I never stopped loving Heather. Even you must have seen the recent changes in her. However, the way she treated me will forever be a barrier in our relationship. She may go home to her husband at any time. You and me. We will remain.”

She throws her arms around my neck and hugs me hard. In doing so, her breasts are mashed up against my back. They are soft and puffy with a hard nipple at the center. I can hear her sniffling. I turn around, and she lets go so she can cover her breasts from me.

I give her that look of “oh really, after all, we have done,” and she drops her hands in shame. She looks down at the floor. I use my hand to raise her chin, and then I softly kiss her on the lips. This is not a brother/sister kiss, this is full-on romance. My tongue taps her teeth and is allowed in. She repositions her hands to get a better grip on me.

My tongue dances with hers as we explore each other. My hands explore her body, as well. I have not spent much time on her breasts, so I make up for it now. Lisa could explore me; I would let her. However, she seems more worried about me leaving. Therefore, her hands are held protectively around me like I might run off.

Lisa orgasms just from me playing with her nipples. She turns around and faces the back of the shower. She bends at the waist and spreads her legs wide. No words are spoken, but I understand what my responsibilities are. I aim my cock at her entrance and slowly push into my sister. I hear her breath being forced out of her. I now smell her pussy juices. The aroma hangs heavy in the damp air.

Slowly, I push into Lisa. She is güvenilir bahis tight, much tighter than I expected. It must be due to her schedule with long workdays and not catching weekends consistently. It must be nearly impossible to start a relationship.

I am all the way in when Lisa moans. Her hair is wet now and stays out of the way. I pull out of her tight pussy, leaving just the tip in as I again thrust my man meat into her love box. Lisa moans in satisfaction as I slowly press my cock deep into her body.

My hands are holding her hips in place. They don’t need to; she has a good position. It just seems natural. This isn’t the tightest pussy I have been in this week, but it’s the most satisfying. The girls, Carla and Vicki, were both tighter and amazing. Yet, I would rather have Lisa. I know this is partially because she is my sister. It’s more than that, though. I feel something different for Lisa. I have always longed for her approval, and now I am getting it.

She was unobtainable, and now I am balls deep into her. I tease her body by slowly pushing in and pulling out. She loved the teasing so much, she orgasmed right there, just a few strokes in. I stop so she can enjoy this and not miss a thing. She giggles from the experience.

Lisa explains, “My first orgasm always comes quick. I don’t hold it so I can last much longer the second time. Please continue.”

I do continue. The hot water is still coming strong, and my strokes are now long and much faster. I can’t last an hour in here, but I will give her a good fucking. I want her to remember me long after I am gone. I want her needing this feeling, so she comes back. I don’t ever want her to get away from me again.

I speed up after ten minutes of sliding my cock into her heavenly body. Heather came to check on Lisa, saw us, and left without saying a word. We will need to discuss Heather, but now is not the time. I speed up some more, and I can feel the need to blow a load in my sister crawling up my body. I slow it down; I am not ready, and neither is Lisa.

I am slapping into her body pretty good. Lisa is moaning in pleasure as I continue to quickly thrust my shaft into her pleasure hole. We are a perfect coupling, and our parts are a precise fit. Who knew, my most compatible partner is my sister.

After I rachet up the speed some more, her moans turn into grunts, and they’re raising in pitch. It’s cute how she responds to a good fucking. My legs are getting unsteady, I need to end this quickly. I move my hands to her breasts and squeeze hard. I also move to my fastest fucking speed. I try to hit the top of her slit so I can graze her clit.

It only took two grazing shots of her clit, and her scream had to be heard by Heather. That will be embarrassing when it comes up in conversation. I, too, scream out a quick shout as my first rope flies out of my cock. My vision quickly narrows, but I hang on so I can continue shooting my sperm up into my sister with hard thrusts. My hands are back on her hips, and they are holding up her collapsed body.

I have no idea how I am still standing. My knees are locked, or I may have fallen as well. I wipe the sweat off my forehead as I run us both under the now chilling water before escaping the frozen shower. I lay Lisa down on the floor. My vision is back, and I am in control again. I turn off the water.

I look down at Lisa, she is awake, eyes on me. She has the most perfect smile I have ever seen plastered on her face. I sit down next to her, and she reaches out for me. I pull her up and into my arms. She sits in my lap. She wants to talk, but nothing comes out. She accepts just being loved by me.

I kiss her gently on the lips. I see something in her eyes that I have never seen before, love. I thought I saw that with Heather, but it was really lust. At the time, they look the same. Now that I have seen both, I know them for what they are.

We have both recovered from our fun. I stand up and then help Lisa get up, she is exhausted. We put our underwear on and go downstairs to bed. Heather is sitting on the edge of the bed in panties and a bra. She does not look happy.

Heather starts off with a scowl on her face, “I take it neither of you needs me anymore, huh?”

Yikes, how do I respond? Heather now means less to me; I don’t want Lisa to think I love her still. Yet, I can’t say anything, or I may piss off Lisa. I am in dangerous territory here. How do I respond? Easy, I don’t. Lisa sits down in Heather’s lap and wraps her arms around her body.

Lisa says softly, “Just because I like my brother way more than I ever dreamed of, doesn’t mean that my feelings for you have changed. I do think your decision to divorce him is looking worse every day, but that’s between you two. You’re still my friend … if you can live with this.”

Heather looks at her friend with a curious look on her face, “Are you kidding? He is probably the finest man I have ever met. I encourage you to keep him. I’m sad and jealous that I türkçe bahis can’t make him a larger part of my life. I fucked up, that’s my problem. I still love him, and maybe in time, he will again care for me like he used to. I know that won’t happen, but it gives me hope.”

Now Heather is back to normal, “My husband’s out of town, and you wanted to go up north to do shopping. How about we go a bit farther north to my place. Free rent and an awesome bed. I know exactly where the stores are, and which restaurants are good.”

This is working out perfectly, “Sounds like a great plan. We can drop your car at the mall, go shopping, have a nice dinner, and then go back to your place. Sunday, we go back home after getting your car. It will work out great.”

Lisa falls asleep in Heather’s arms. I pick her up and lay her down in the bed on the far edge. I then crawl into bed and roll Lisa back towards me. I am on my back, which means that Heather can do the same on her side of me. She gives me a friendly smile. Heather turns off the lights and crawls in bed with me. She never said a word, but she held me tight until she fell asleep.

With Pauline, Gail, and Lisa, there really isn’t room for Heather. She is married and divorced me. I don’t need her. Do I like Gail for her money, or do I love her for being her? I need to think more about that.

Chapter 13 – Shopping and a Party

The next morning, we have a neighborhood breakfast again. This one is simple; someone went to a bakery and bought half the place. We explain our plans as does everyone else. Our next meal together is Monday morning. I really do like these people. We have become close and I know them very well now. We will be best friends forever.

It’s a long drive up North, it’s starting to look familiar. I drove with Lisa first, per her request. Lisa drove with Heather second. I finish driving with Heather last. We mostly listen to the radio, not much talking. Somehow, it’s just more enjoyable with someone else next to you.

We stop for lunch along the way and then go straight to the mall. It’s surprisingly easy to blow a lot of money quickly. However, we now have blinds, shades, drapes, rugs, lights, chairs, tables, dressers, and beds. All the main things a house need. Then we go and buy everything a kitchen and washrooms need. We have some stuff, but we still need a lot more, including cleaning supplies. We are all tired and look forward to a nice meal.

Lorenzo’s is awesome. Great pasta, great sauce, and fantastic wine paired with the meals. The garlic bread is perfection. Sweet butter and garlic aroma on bread that is toasted, so it is crunchy and heavenly light. The salad is partially wilted and uses their signature house dressing that is both sweet and tangy. Since I am driving, only one glass of wine for me. We all have plenty to eat and leave with a big smile on our faces and full stomachs.

On pulling up to Heather’s house, all smiles evaporate. All the lights are on, and the driveway and street are full of parked cars. The loud music can be head from outside although it wasn’t as bad as a college party. Every blind and drape is closed, they don’t see us walking up. Heather is in tears and mad as hell. I stop her at the front door.

It took a lot of effort to restrain Heather before I can say, “Heather. I want you to stop crying and put a smile on your face. I don’t want you saying anything. We will go in there with both of you on my arms like we were invited. Then I will ask for your husband, dear two-timing Teddy, so we can get to the bottom of this. They may be a perfectly good reason for him having a party, it may be for business, or he has clients over. It could be innocent.

When we finally walk in, Heather says under her breath, “Innocent, my ass.”

At that moment, I had to agree with her. The living room is full of pillows, and everyone is naked. They are in one of a variety of sexual positions. This is a full-blown orgy. As we walk in, some guy yells out, “Cool, more fuckable women. May, get them, bitches, naked, and join in. I want the young one.”

Without showing my anger, I ask, “Before we join you, where might we find Ted?”

Everyone points up, as in upstairs. I have no doubt that means the master bedroom. Both Heather and Lisa are glued to the floor. I pull them with me as we start walking up the stairs. They are still looking back at the debauchery.

I am serious when I ask, “Would you like to go back? They will scratch any itch you have.”

They snap out of their daze and drag me up the stairs. Each bedroom is occupied, and the doors are closed. Heather opens the doors to the master bedroom and swings both doors open. Sure, enough, Teddy is in bed with three women, and they are all naked.

Heather bursts out into tears, the three women scream, and Teddy is mad at us!

Teddy yells at us, “Leave! Go! I will explain tomorrow. This isn’t at all what it looks like.”

I inquire, “Do these three women know that this is your güvenilir bahis siteleri wife?”

The three women say, “Hi Heather. We know that he’s married, we all are. Aren’t you all swingers as well? Damn woman, it’s about time your home for a weekend to help take care of your man.”

Heather would have killed her had I not held her back.

Heather screams, “This party is over. GO HOME!”

One of the three women says to Heather, “Screw you, bitch. No wonder he never brings you. You’re nothing but an ice queen.”

I use my commanding voice, “All of you, out. Lisa, call 911.”

Ted has had enough of this. He stands up and lunges at Heather. I pull Heather around me and stop Ted with an arm to his chest. He has been drinking and isn’t thinking very well. He is half a foot shorter than me and about fifty pounds of muscle lighter than me. Yet he ducks under my open hand, steps in and with all his might, he punches me in the ribs.

I laugh at him, “Teddy, you had better bring a whole lot more, or this will be a very short fight.”

He swung at me four more times before hitting me in the face. One punch to the stomach and Teddy is down on the floor, crying, and fighting for breath. I only knocked the wind out of him.

They live in a high-priced neighborhood. Add to that a domestic dispute and a sex party, well, the whole police department shows up with guns drawn, scaring the crap out of the people in the living room. The police soon figure out all the drama is upstairs, and a one-sided fight happened. No charges are filed, and Teddy is asked to leave. He goes with the three women.

Heather is a bundle of nerves, crying, and hysterical. She doesn’t want to stay in the house, it smells like sex, and the bed is wet. I don’t want to be in the house either. We go to a motel and Heather is inconsolable. She does eventually slow down the crying. We hold her in bed until the early AM when she and then we finally fall asleep.

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The next morning, we shower and go down for the free breakfast.

Heather announces her decisions, “I’ll stay here again tonight. Tomorrow I hire a lawyer, a moving and storage company, and then I quit my job. I will put most of my stuff in storage and the rest I will have shipped to the house. Hunter, I know how you feel about me. I won’t stand in the way of Gail, Pauline, or Lisa.

“I would like to spend some time with you still, but I know my place. I’ll find another man. Hopefully you can help keep my spirits up so I can. If I get depressed, no man will want me other than another depressed man. I don’t want that. I’ve been a bad person, maybe a change in job and surroundings will help change me.”

She starts crying again. Lisa gives me the look.

I try to sound sympathetic, “I have no idea what will happen with Gail and Pauline. I know where I want Lisa, close to me. You and I will never be what we once were. Like I said; that boat has sailed. However, I don’t hate you. I can see a date night from time to time. We can remain friends. If Gail, Pauline, Carla, and Vicki don’t work out, I may need a wife.”

Lisa laughs at me, “Oh Hunter, you are so cute. Pauline will find a guy.” My hopes soar. “Mostly because she doesn’t want to hurt Gail who is head over heels in love with you. She may date in college, but no way she finds a man better than you. I will bet any money on that fact.”

We spend the rest of the day shopping again and have a nice meal before heading home. Heather is very emotional as we leave. I hated to leave her, but tomorrow is a critical day for us.

Chapter 14 – Home Again

I wake up early Monday morning to the standard procession. However, more and more food shows up. I am shown the crowd of people outside. Oh, shit, we aren’t prepared for a group this size, and it is growing.

When Mandy woke up, people were outside. She made everything she could, and they are handing out eggs wrapped in pancakes with a sausage link or a strip of bacon and some hash browns. Yes, it is weird, but we don’t have enough paper plates to go around or silverware. It was handed out in paper towels, and nobody complained.

When we finish, I go outside, and everyone looks to me with questioning or worried eyes. Lisa and the others follow me out, and they too look at me for direction. This is a lot of people. I freeze from fright.

Lisa solves my problem. She stands next to me, takes my hand, and with her other hand, she waves to the group. They all wave back. She then kisses me with easily the most sensual kiss I have ever received.

I blush, stammer, and then say in a loud voice, “I noticed you all wave back at my girlfriend yet don’t kiss the man next to you. I’m sure glad you don’t repeat everything she does.”

The crowd laughs hard. That calms me down a lot.

With a more commanding voice, I say, “You’ll notice that there are only four houses in this area. For the last month, my neighbors and I have been fixing up these houses. We’re going to have you finish them up today and tomorrow. This is a placement test of sorts. If you said you were a plumber, but we find out you have no clue, we have needs in painting, clean up, demolition, and landscaping that you may want to do.

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‘Twas the night before Christmas…and I landed on the fifth house in a middle-class suburban neighborhood. With my goodies in hand I slid down the chimney. By this time the seat of my pants was black. After all it was winter and the chimneys were stained with soot.

Once inside I did my thing, admired the beautiful tree, gobbled down my cookies and milk and arranged the childrens presents just so.

Before I left there was always one last thing that I liked to do and so I crept down the hallway and peeked in on the family.

The small children were sleeping, snug in their beds. Visions of Candy and expensive toys dancing in their heads.

Then I peeked in on the 18 year old Grant. As he lay on his back I could tell by the rise in the sheet what kind of vision was dancing in his head. Boys will be boys.

Next it was the parents bedroom, Eve and her husband Wayne. Not to my surprise, Eve was slithering out of bed and being extremely careful not to wake her husband.

I leaped to the far side of the doorway trying not to be seen. I knew where she was going, and knew I was safe here. You see…the mom in this home had a very naughty secret, just like many of the moms in the homes I visit. I could never put them on my naughty list though…it’s just what mommies do.

Eve crept out the door, slipping the flimsiest of short silk robes over her smooth tanned nakedness. The smell of her fragrant perfume wafted past me, mixed with the pungent aroma of the ripe fruit of her womanhood.

I watched the 38 year old blond sashay down the hallway, the curvy swell of her buttocks gracefully swaying back and forth. Her little tan bare feet gently tapped against the hallway floor, the toenails on her squatty little toes painted a deep Christmas red.

As I was expecting, she turned into Grant’s bedroom and the door closed softly behind her.

If it was one thing hundreds of years on the job had taught me, it was how to sneak around a house without getting caught. I crept to Grant’s door, turned the knob and peeked inside.

I was immediately rewarded with a site that never failed to take my illegal bahis breath away…

A tiny robe slipping from a mother’s shoulders and dropping to her feet.

A teenager truck with awe as he watched the naked middle-aged beauty he calls mom looming over him.

I could see the backs of the huge slopping contours of Eve’s breasts and could only imagine the view her son must have.

She crawled onto his bed and pulled back his covers. With her ass pointed at the door I was greeted by the site of a smooth shaven clam and a winking butt hole.

As their bodies disappeared under a mountain of blankets I decided it was time for a closer look. I lowered down onto my belly and wormed across the bedroom floor. You might wonder how the big bellied man could pull this off. As I said before, I may be a fat ass, but I’m extremely good at what I do.

Reaching the foot of the bed I peered up onto the mattress. The blankets moved around from the squirming, twisting bodies underneath.

“Oh-h-h mom.” I heard Grant’s young voice quiver.

“Mmmmm.” Came Eve’s soft loving response.

I watched as their feet peeked from the bottom of the covers. Clearly Eve was now laying underneath him on her back. Her sexy golden-brown feet arched as they slid up and down her son’s strong calf muscles.

So keen were my senses that I could actually hear their tongues dancing together and the beat of Grant’s excited heart.

“UUUGGHHH!” I heard Eve moan and knew that mom and son were now joined at the genitals.

This was confirmed for me as I saw the swell of Grant’s ass began to slowly rise and fall beneath the covers. I looked back at their feet because I knew mom’s next move. Sure enough, her feet slid up the back of his calves and disappeared beneath the blankets. I could see the protruding lumps of her knees rising on either of her son’s ass as she spread herself open and created a soft snug saddle for him to ride in.

Carefully, I crawled up onto the end of the mattress, being extra cautious not to bump Grant’s legs. I peeked my head under the blanket and the glow of my magical white Christmas illegal bahis siteleri beard lit up the scene beneath.

It was a site that I never tired of seeing…a large sturdy teenaged erection easing in and out of the wet sucking grip of his mother’s twat. Grant maintained a slow steady pace and I could hear the wet creamy sound of their juices as he sliced way up inside her inner core.

I watched as the lengthy dong disappeared and only Grant’s large hairless scrotum remained and bumped the pouty ring of Eve’s butt hole. I imagined what an incredible feeling it must be against his glans. Buried this deep, his cockhead was surely smothered against Eve’s hot spongy cervix, dripping it’s excrement near the place where babies are made.

“Oh God.” I heard him moan, confirming my suspicions.

I gazed up at Eve’s clutching legs, strong, bronze, matronly and as smooth as the finest silk. I marveled at they way they coiled around her son, griping him, guiding him.

“Isn’t it interesting that the position in which a woman takes the seed of life inside her is the same one she assumes when she’s squeezing out that life nine months later.” I thought.

Minutes passed and the pace of their humping seemed to gradually increase.

“Oh sweetie…oh God, don’t stop.” I heard Eve whimper.

I knew it was time to relocate. Nothing was better than watching the face of a mom, struck with orgasm by the cock of her own teenaged son.

I crept out from under the blankets and around to the front of the bed. I stood and watched their bodies wrestle with urgency.

Eve’s eyes were closed and Grant’s face was buried in the soft of her neck so neither one could see me. I had watched scenes like this enough times to know I was safe here.

It wasn’t long before the blankets slid off them and onto the floor from the power of Grant’s thrusting. I watched as the teen reached down and gripped onto his mother’s buttock’s for stability.

The sound of wet sucking slaps filled the room as Grant’s ass bucked wildly. Eve stretched her long shapely legs back into a huge spread eagle, her feet canlı bahis siteleri flexing, sexy toes pointing back towards me. The site made me massage my own cock through my pants, which strangely I hardly ever did at times like these.

I could see the muscles in her legs start to quiver. Her pretty mouth dropped open. I could tell she needed to scream, but didn’t dare with her husband down the hallway.

I could see the spongy breast-meat oozing out from between her and her son’s chests as they lay squashed between them.

“UUUNNNHH!” Grant grunted as his body jerked.

Eve’s eyes popped wide open for an instant, but I wasn’t worried, the only thing she was seeing was hearts. Big pink hearts everywhere, like the bubbles of a bubble bath…popping, beating excitedly and taking off like shooting stars.

She let out a cute, but primal little grunt. Her hands grasps her son’s fitted sheet and she held on for the orgasmic explosion inside of her.

Grant’s body jerked and shook. I had emptied my sack earlier, now he was emptying his. A different kind of sack of course. A nut-sack, full of millions of baby-making tad polls. I felt confident that next year there would be one more little one in this house for me to put on my list.

As the magic came to an end I slithered back onto the floor and made my way out of the room. It was always to the sound of the loving mother, praising her son for his impressive pussy-pleasing abilities.

I wandered to the end of the hall and stopped and waited. There was one more thing that I always like to see before I left.

I watched as Eve stepped from her son’s room, tightening the sash to her robe. She pranced towards her and her husband’s bedroom with confidence, her meaty buttocks rocking hypnotically. I could see a glistening stream of fresh spunk running down her thigh. I waited….

Just before entering her room Eve turned her head and spotted me at the end of the hallway. She stood there in a stepping pose, the swell of her big breasts thrust out proudly.

As expected, she gave me a gleaming smile and a cute little wink. As I said before, I was always good at hiding my presence, but somehow…some way…moms always knew.

She disappeared into her bedroom and I back up the chimney. On to the next home, where almost always I would be greeted with a little Christmas magic.

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of gay male sexual content.

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I so wanted to break his cherry, that pristine hole should have a cock in it and I wanted the first to be mine. I was sure Timmy was infatuated with my Dad, the way he looked at him, the way he handled Dad’s cock. I placed Timmy on his belly, I got in between his legs spreading them wide so I could get my tongue in there getting him wet and ready for my cock.

Timmy arched his back so his ass was more accessible, his hole so tight, but I planned to loosen him up gradually.

“Push your hole out Timmy so I can get my tongue in there, or I will never get my cock in your hole ever.” I said to him.

Timmy pushed outwards, his hole opening up, I got my tongue in as deep as I could, I explored his cavern with my tongue. Timmy was squirming, moaning groaning.

“Oh my yes please don’t stop Tommy that feels so good, tongue fuck my hole, Oh yeah right there oh that feels so good.” Timmy said moaning.

I pulled my tongue out reaching for the lube, I slicked up my cock and his hole, I placed it at his pucker, pushing my cock inwards to his hole. Timmy held a firm grip on his hole so I could not get in, I was not taking no for an answer, his hole would be mine or else.

I grabbed his hips and applied more pressure. My knob slowly breached his pucker, my cock slowly entering his hole.

“Push your hole out let me in Timmy, I plan to loosen you up so Dad and I can spit roast you tonight, come on let me in.” I urged him as he finally let me in my cock disappearing deep inside of him.

Timmy moaned, my cock was in a vise in his hole, the guy was so tight let me tell you, he clearly was never fucked or if he had it was with a much smaller cock than mine. Dad would split him wide open if he tried to fuck him right now. I was gentle with Timmy I did not want to hurt him in any way, Timmy quickly got into it he pushed his ass on my cock, the guy was a total cock whore.

I held back as long as I could but his ass had a death grip on my cock, he milked my cock for all it had. Once my cock started to shoot it was like a hose with a nozzle on it, I shot so many spurts of cum into his tight little hole. Timmy grabbed his own cock stroking himself till his cock was spurting all over the bed. I slowly deflated and my cock slid out of his tight hole, I laid there spent I could usually go two or three rounds but this had taken it out of me.

Timmy laid beside me looking at me, he had this look of total euphoria, he felt so perfect in this moment. Timmy got on top of me, his eyes on my eyes, our soft cocks meshing together, Timmy leaned in for a kiss. I rolled us over so I was now on top of him, illegal bahis he and I made out for some time my cock quickly getting harder by the second.

“Tommy I need to suck your cock Please?” Timmy asked this look in his eyes.

“Only if I can suck yours Timmy.” I replied to him.

We got in position, Timmy on top of me, as he could not swallow my cock to the root yet, but he was getting better with each time he tried. I took Timmy’s cock in my hand, I held it I examined it, it was so perfect long straight, with a beautiful mushroom head on it. His cock was pouring out precum, a bubble of precum was right at the piss slit, I pursed my lips and kissed his knob.

That wonderful taste of precum, both sweet and salty in perfect combination, I took his purple knob in my mouth, my tongue bathed it in saliva and precum. I sucked and swirled, my tongue bathing is knob getting it wet for my throat. I slowly let his cock slide down my throat, I love the feeling of a cock sliding slowly into your mouth and pushing on your gag, I opened my throat to allow his cock into my throat.

“Oh Tommy that feels so good, you are such a great cocksucker, Oh yes more of that Please.” Timmy said moaning and sucking.

Timmy started to fuck my mouth, he knew I would not gag, I was able to let him fuck my face, his balls quickly pulled inwards, his impending orgasm right at the edge.

“Oh Fuck Tommy, Tommy Yes Take my cock swallow my load, Tommy Fuck.” Timmy screamed out as his cock shot me full of cum.

Timmy improved his efforts on my cock, he sucked down harder, trying to take more and more of my huge cock, between the stroking and the mouth action my cock quickly filled him full of white semen. Timmy licked me clean, not a drop would be wasted, Timmy rolled off of me laying there spent, drained, I would not be able to go another round this morning.

Timmy and I finally crawled out of bed, I had Timmy remove the sheets while I made coffee. I got the sheets in the washer while the coffee brewed. Billy called he was on his way over, I looked forward to seeing him but I was in no mood to have sex with him and he would be hornier than ever. I told Timmy to get some clothes on as Billy was on his way, Timmy was getting in the shower when I told him.

I put on some shorts and a tank top, It would look bad if Timmy and I were naked in the house together. Billy was over in only a few minutes, after a kiss he asked where Timmy was, I told him in the shower. Timmy came out in only a towel loosely wrapped around his midsection, he walks up to Billy and pulls him in for a hug.

The towel only being loose around him falls to the floor, Timmy’s cock semi erect, the boy was ready for another illegal bahis siteleri round. Timmy held on to Billy his naked body against his.

“Sorry about being a jerk with you in school Billy, glad Tommy put me in my place and showed me what a jerk I was being to you, again real sorry Billy.” Timmy said pulling Billy in closer to him.

There was no hiding the semi erect cock in Billy’s trousers, Timmy’s cock was rock hard yet again.

“Timmy man go put some clothes on, I told you to get something on.” I instructed him.

“Sorry Tommy, I will do that right away.” Timmy said as he bent over in front of Billy.

Billy checked out Timmy’s assets, his tongue naturally licking his lips.

“You guys want coffee? Guess I should get some breakfast made for us.” I said to them to break the silence and sexual tension.

Timmy went to my old room to get some clothes on, he picked a pair of grey sweats that had the legs cut off to make them into shorts. There was no hiding his erection in those shorts, he seemed to want to get Billy naked so they could play. I made some breakfast while Timmy and Billy talked to each other, they talked about high school, they talked about university, Timmy again apologised for being mean to Billy in high school.

Billy seemed mesmerized by Timmy, think there may have been a bit of a crush somewhere in the past there. We all three ate, I knew Billy needed and wanted sex so very badly, I was not up for it right now, my balls ached, my ass tender, and cock was tingly from all the action this morning. I was hoping I could get Timmy to play with Billy, but that might be a hard sell for Billy.

Billy helped me make Dad’s bed, he asked all kinds of questions like where was Timmy sleeping? How long was he going to stay with my Dad? And finally did I have sex with him? I stood there not sure what to answer him, but decided the truth was the best answer.

“Timmy is sleeping in my old bed, I am sleeping in here with Dad. I’m not sure how long he will stay, might be good if he stayed with Dad while I was away at university. And yes he and I have had sex together.” I told him honestly.

“Really you actually slept with him, you had sex with my enemy from high school. How could you Tommy, I thought we were.” Billy was about to say boyfriends but stopped mid sentence.

“Billy I love you so much but we are not boyfriends we are friends with benefits, I do not want a boyfriend right now I have to concentrate on education it is my biggest priority.” I told him honestly.

I could see Billy was hurt by what I had just told him, but I had stronger feeling for Dad than I did for Billy, I loved my Dad not like a Dad but like a partner, a boyfriend. canlı bahis siteleri I walked over to him and pulled him in for a hug.

“Billy I love you but I am not looking to commit to you as a boyfriend. I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way here.” I told him.

Billy at first did not hug me back, but he knew deep down he was the same he had to concentrate on education, not on boyfriends. I held him close to me as Timmy walked in.

“Whats up guys? Do you two need some privacy, or can a guy join in for a threesome.” Timmy asked.

I looked at Billy he at me, we both shook our heads in the affirmative. Timmy did not need any more than that he got on his knees unzipping Billy’s trousers, he had to see his cock. I wanted them to play together alone without me involved, I made an excuse telling Billy I wanted him to play with Timmy alone, to really enjoy himself.

I went to the kitchen to start dinner, you could hear those two going at it, the two of them both inexperienced they would have fun together. They were not in there very long, both coming out red faced and a bit shy.

“Did you guys have fun? Thought you two would go at it half the day.” I said to them.

“We both want you to join in Tommy, I want to suck that cock of yours and Timmy wants to rim your hole.” Billy said to me.

Timmy took me by the hand and pulled me into Dad’s bedroom, laying me on the bed, Billy and I to do a sixty nine, Timmy his face burried deep in my ass. We were going at it and did not hear the front door open, Dad had come home early, he heard all the moaning and groaning going on in his bedroom. He quietly walked in removing his clothes as he made his way in to his bedroom. Dad was naked as he walked in he was not aware that Billy was with us.

“So what is going on in my bedroom boys?” Dad said as sternly as he could.

His huge cock flopping back and forth as he walked to the bed, This would be Billy’s first time seeing Dad’s huge cock.

“Holy shit that is a huge cock your Dad has Tommy.” Billy said his mouth wide open.

“Got him all wet for you Mr M, come fuck his hole.” Timmy said to Dad about my ass.

Dad came around the bed, Timmy was quick to slide it in his mouth to get Dad’s cock wet and hard, Billy laid on top of me not a word spoken of what Dad was about to do to me. Dad grabbed my legs and slid his cock to my wet hole, his cock soon buried deep in my ass. Billy had front row seats to see my hole gobble up his huge cock. Dad was gentle at first then the assault on my ass began, Billy held my cock in his hand then slowly started to suck once more.

Timmy came and rimmed Billy’s ass while I sucked his cock, Timmy wanted to fuck Billy, Timmy slid his cock in my mouth, his cock aimed at Billy’s ass. Billy sucked me as I sucked him, Timmy and Dad fucked us both hard. Dad was close to cum, Timmy as well, all four of us unloaded into each other. We all laid there in a pile of cum and sweat.

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If you’re looking for character build-up or a slow-moving story, this one’s not for you.

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Cosa Nostra or more affectionately known as Our Friends are your typical Italian Mafias. According to some Italians, they’re more noble than the nobles and more loyal than family. Others think they’re a nuisance who’ve control over the community, society and perhaps, even the government. This story is about a foreign young woman who unknowingly trifles with a man who leaders one of those mafian gangs.

Meet Amber and Rico.

****

She was in deep shit.

Amber scurried across the cobblestone streets, looking behind her shoulder every once in a while, running from the most gruesome sight she’d ever seen. Her mind didn’t want to accept the vision of the man with half his head blown off, but her heart had already ingrained the picture onto the back of her eyeballs, it seemed.

And so she ran, half in fear, half in an effort for self-preservation. She didn’t want to die; and even if she did, she certainly didn’t want to kick the bucket in a city where no one would recognize her foreign body. Her legs were aching, the muscles in her calves were straining as she made another corner.

And as she did, her legs gave out and she sank to the floor, plastering herself to the walls, deflated.

It couldn’t be, she thought. It couldn’t be that the man she’d been eyeing all night was a ruthless, cold-blooded killer. But he was. She’d seen him do it; she’d seen him take out the gun and point it at the bald man’s head quite easily, without remorse, without regret. And she couldn’t believe she’d actually fantasized about those very same hands that held the cold gun on her, giving her pleasure, learning her secrets…

Amber leaned over and retched, an action catalyzed by disgust, fear and anger. Resting her forehead on an upturned knee, she wished to hell she was back home. In Texas, you would definitely not see a man getting his brains blown off.

But she knew that he was after her and that he would get her, no matter what. She’d seen it in the dark mirror of his eyes– just the thought of their cold, unfeeling nature made her insides shiver.

She rose on quivering legs and made for the lamp-lit house that she could see in the distance. If she could only get there, she’d call for the first plane ticket home. But as she ambled to the light, a sudden, sharp pain overwhelmed her senses and she let out a little moan of pain and collapsed into a heap of flesh and bone. Her vision focused once, vividly, on the dark form poised above her before it gave out and shattered into black nothingness.

Finally, Rico thought as he lifted the woman’s skinny form onto his shoulder. She’d led him a merry chase, taking the winding roads and hiding behind every street corner. But she could never have held out; she was Americano and he knew his Sicily better than she did.

Rico raked his free hand through the dark crop of his hair, the only visible sign of the frustration that plagued him. She had witnessed the murder. It had been a mistake on his part; he shouldn’t have been watching her from across the bar while was on the job. And he most certainly shouldn’t have lured her with his eyes as he set out of the bar with the now-dead Casper Cunningham, drug dealer extraordinaire. But she just had the most amazing lips that he’d…

Dios! What was he doing to himself? Masochism wasn’t really his cup of tea but that’s exactly what he was doing– torturing himself, thinking about things he shouldn’t be thinking about. Besides, he reasoned. His carnal instincts were what that had gotten him into this situation anyway.

He had two options: he could kill her and deal with the consequences or he could give her some of the herbal potions his mother boasted about so she’d forget what she’d seen. He considered both options. And since the American government tended to overreact when one of their own went missing overseas, Rico decided that he’ll dose her and be done with it.

****

Everything felt fuzzy, Amber thought, like she’d overindulged last night. Her whole head hurt. Not to mention her thighs, which seemed to throb with a life of their own. She couldn’t move a muscle.

But as she popped open one dark eye, instant panic seized her tall frame. She wasn’t at her rented apartment. Everything was different. Her white lacy curtains weren’t there, her wooden Louis wardrobe, her bookcase…

And the events of last night hit her, in full güvenilir bahis force.

Her aches and pains seemed like a trivial matter as she sat up and hurried out of the big bed. The air around her was cold but it didn’t matter. She needed to get out of the place as soon as possible. Every instinct forewarned her that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And she was a woman who believed in her instincts.

She knew that she wasn’t in her own clothes, but that didn’t matter. She flung open the only door in the room, her aching muscles poised to flee. But in her haste, she failed to notice the tall figure on the sofa, watching television as though he hadn’t killed men and kidnapped women in one night.

Her hand was on the door knob when she heard him speak.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Miss Amber Marie Reynolds,” the deep timbre of his voice penetrated her fear. Amber stopped and turned to face him, fear for her life making every bone in her body freeze in total numbness.

“What do you want from me?” she queried, her voice little more than a squeak. It didn’t matter. He probably already knew that she was scared half to death.

“Nothing,” he punctuated coolly, lounging on the sofa, “absolutely nothing but your co-operation. You witnessed a murder today and I cannot let you go free because of that. You’re a liability,” he said and her blood went cold then hot.

‘God, his voice is sexy,’ was the only thought that popped into her head when she should have been running for her life.

“Look, what if I promise you that I won’t tell anyone? I think it’s a promise worth my life, right? And you can be sure that I value my life. I do; I really do.,” Amber tried to negotiate, but ended up blabbering instead.

“Not good enough,” he said, getting off the sofa. And she immediately wished he hadn’t. He was so much taller than she remembered and that made her feel more helpless than she already was.

“Umm…Look, can’t we talk about this?” she squeaked yet again, retreating to the wall behind her for safety but he was advancing like a giant cat. And his eyes– god, his eyes– made her remember the reason why she’d seen him commit the murder in the first place.

This is it, Amber thought as he settled his palms on either sides of the wall behind her, caging her in. She was going to die. He was going to strangle her and get it over with. She turned her head to the wall, snapped her eyes shut and sent up a silent prayer.

Rico watched the woman as she tried to cower against the wall. Damn if she didn’t look sexy while doing that. She was wearing his shirt, the one he’d changed her into. And the first few buttons were undone, leaving the curve of her small breasts exposed to the cold air in the room. He could already see her nipples peak in fear through the white cloth, the hard nubs pressing against the shirt. And the desire he’d felt for her when he first set eyes on her came flooding back, empowering his senses.

Amber stopped trembling when he leaned down and nuzzled the side of her neck, much like her dog used to do when she was younger. But this was different. The killer teased the tender skin of her neck with his stubble, his tongue sending occasional sparks of arousal through her shocked body. No, no, no! Her mind was screaming but her body was giving in to the sorcery of the man that she’d lusted after last night.

Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, she fought back, thinking that death would be better than any form of sex with a murderer.

“No, no. God, stop!” she screamed, frustrated that he didn’t even seem to be mildly affected by her desperate kicking and clawing.

He was nibbling on her neck now, his teeth slightly raking across the throbbing tendon on the side of her neck. Her initial angst was starting to fade, giving in to the carnal whims of her body.

In one last bid for dignity, she whispered, anger lacing her words, “I don’t even know your fucking name!”

“Rico,” he said and he kissed her.

His fierce onslaught made her giddy and all the thoughts of rebellion fled her mind. He didn’t just kiss with his lips, but with his whole body; it moved with him, as though he was performing some kind of erotic dance. His body slid against hers, teasing the exposed skin of her thighs, scorching them with the heat of his denims. As his body undulated against hers, she felt the electricity from his mild touches creating a pool of stickiness between her legs.

Amber curled her fingers into türkçe bahis her palms, resisting the urge to cup his jaw as his lips worked against hers. He leaned into her, then, and she could feel the throb of his arousal against her belly. The heat of it seemed to singe her skin to life and she gasped into his mouth.

His broad shoulders were pinning her to the wall, their bodies pressed up so close that they might have been one body mass. Amber felt him take her arms and place it around his neck before taking the kiss deeper as his tongue slid in, caressing hers.

The sensations were too wonderful to resist. Amber knew she was going to lose it, lose all control. And the funny thing was, she wanted to lose it, wanted to forget all that she’d seen and been through in one night.

So she kissed him back, pressing her lips firmly against his, reveling in the low growl that emanated from the base of his throat. Her hands were no longer pliant but around his neck now, clutching, tugging, pulling at his dark hair, wanting him to do more than just kiss her.

Rico’s hands ran up the length of her sides, caressing the newly exposed skin with his calloused fingertips and knuckles. Goosebumps broke out on the tanned surface of her skin as his teases sent spirals of desire coursing through her body. She arched her back, bringing her firm breasts into contact with the clothed heat of his chest and he groaned, the need to feel her naked body against his reducing his body to tremors.

The shirt that she wore became a distant memory as he tore if off her, letting it slip to the carpeted ground around them. His hands then moved to knead the sides of her breasts, deliberately avoiding the curve and peak of them. Amber whimpered, a silent plea for him to touch her, tease her, suckle her.

But he took his time as he led her into another kiss, this one more delicious than the first as he plundered her mouth. She gripped his upper arm, her nails leaving crescent indentations on his dark skin, almost desperate now for his touch.

His fingers teased the underside of her breasts and Amber writhed, the need to feel his flesh overwhelming her. Her fingers tore at his dark shirt and he threw it to the floor in one quick jerk.

Oh God, Amber thought. He was so beautiful; like one of those male models on Fashion TV. And he wanted to have sex with her. It seemed to slip her mind that he was a murderer. Or maybe, it didn’t really matter.

His hands strayed over the waistband of her panties and she moaned, wanting the little triangle of material out of the way. She put her hands over his, helping him with the task of discarding her underwear. As she stepped out of them, he went to his knees, still holding her up by the hips.

The first touch of his tongue against the wetness of her sex made her clutch at his shoulders. He was just teasing her with tentative licks over her mound, lingering around the area where she needed him most.

She tilted her head back onto the wall as she felt his tongue position itself to lap at her in long, deliberate strokes around her labia. Her clit was so swollen that she could feel the throb of it sending bolts of electrifying pleasure throughout her body. She thrust her hips into his seeking mouth and he took her fully, sucking on her.

“Fuck,” she breathed as she felt an orgasm nearing. His tongue was traveling in broad strokes along the length of her love-hole. Up and down it went until in one brief change in rhythm, it went plunging in, into the depth of her sweetness.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Amber screamed as she felt something tighten inside her. All the undiluted pleasure seemed to centre at her crotch before expanding and rupturing at a voltage that was too much for her body to handle.

She screamed, a high keening sound that tore from her throat as she held on to him as he took her flying, beyond herself, beyond stars. Her screams slowly turned into sobs as the remaining shudders racked her body– a body that was now too week to stay aloft.

She was lying on a bed when she felt that she was able to open her eyes; he was lying on his side, tracing circles around the dimple of her navel. She became self-conscious almost immediately, for she was completely nude and he still had his pants on. His eyes were boring into hers as though he was looking for an answer to an unknown question.

And that was exactly what Rico was doing, looking for an answer. He didn’t know why he’d taken her in the first place when there güvenilir bahis siteleri was no reason to. Selfish desire was the instantaneous thought that popped into his head but he knew there was something more than that. She had looked so afraid of him, so vulnerable, so goddamned sexy…

…just as she did right then when she scrunched her nose at him. God, why did she have to be so adorable?

He leaned over and kissed her, waiting for her to start clawing at him again. But no hints of rebellion came from her as she melted into his kiss, her tongue sliding in soft swirls against his, sending waves of heat roiling through his body.

He felt her feather-like caresses against the sensitive skin at the base of his abdomen and sucked in a breath of arousal. He lowered his mouth and sampled the soft skin on the side of her neck, fiddling with a fold of it between his teeth. She let out a low whimper as he nicked it then sucked on it, sending drizzles of pleasure and sweet pain through her body.

Then the mounds of her breasts felt the heat of his breath as he lingered over a hard nub, teasing it. Amber anchored her fingers into his hair, wanting and needing him to take the soft crests into her mouth. Rico’s lips enclosed the diminutive yet pouting dark nipple, surrounding it with the warmth that it craved. Amber’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the wet consequences of his suckling collecting in between her thighs.

Sensation had taken over her body, her movements. All she wanted him to do was bury himself inside her awaiting body. She squirmed against him, needing to feel the rough friction of his chest against her highly sensitized breasts, needing to feel his throbbing length inside her.

With urgent fingers, Amber ripped open the button on his slacks and used her feet to push them down his legs. His boxers came off next and as he lay naked above her, she pushed him onto his back and mounted him, balancing herself on his stomach. He was big, bigger than any man she’d ever slept with and it took her three tries to take him into her dripping wetness.

Rico reached up and adjusted their position to enable her to take him in deeper, and in the process inadvertently rocked against her, sending a small hint of an orgasm through her bloodstream. As she tilted her head back, savoring the pleasure, he admired the way she looked above him, like a tigress– a very aroused one.

Rico waited patiently for her to regain her breath before guiding her into a rhythm that started out with silent sighs of pleasure from both of them.

In and out he thrust and as her hips lowered to meet his, the sight of her body enfolding him became his undoing. He sped up, his hard length slapping into her wet depths faster, harder, almost in desperation for the reprieve that he could find only in her body. Dockside Italian tumbled off his tongue as she rode him, her pert breasts jiggling as she did.

Amber came first; her inner muscles tightening around his cock, her juices flowing onto his length. She let out a sob, as the unbelievably high plateaus of pleasure ripped through her tall body. Her breath came out in inconsistent gulps as pleasure like none other racked her body. Her fingers dug into Rico’s waist, drawing tiny pearls of blood from his skin.

The sting of pain became his fall. Golden fire exploded behind his eyes as he came, spurting his seed into her endlessly, pleasurably, thrusting up into her as he did. Sweat beaded his forehead as he emptied himself into the woman. Never in his life had he come like that, felt so much pleasure in one body. Maybe it was because he was getting old. The older you got, the more you got to know about the world. Any reason would be better than the thought that Amber had made it special.

She had collapsed against him and when he opened his eyes he saw her face was cushioned against his shoulder. Funny, he hadn’t even felt her weight on him– she was that skinny.

To make them both comfortable, he adjusted her limp body onto his side, smiling when she mumbled in her sleep, her curved lips parting to mutter the gibberish of her dreams.

And then he spied it; the bottle of herbal potion his mother had given him to use upon emergency. His gaze drifted back to Amber and the bottle yet again. And as he looked upon her beautiful form, something in him tightened– something that forbade him to lean over and take the bottle into his hand. But, he thought, his entire network would be in danger if he didn’t do this.

And so, with an emotion that he didn’t want to think about welling inside him, he palmed the potion…

Only to find that Amber was awake and she was staring at him with knowing, apprehensive eyes…

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I was tired as hell after completing the night shift and just wanted to make it home to my bed. It was about three in the morning when I pulled into the car port of my apartment complex. I sat there for a few minutes dozing in my car before I was jolted out of the beginnings of a deep sleep by a departing jeep Cherokee. Every bone in my body was aching as I gathered up my lunch box half falling out of the car to the pavement. I managed to gather myself worrying that someone happening upon me would mistake me for some sort of alcoholic. I lived on the first floor just above the basement parking garage but still struggled to make it up the four stone steps that led to the narrow exterior corridor to my apartment.

“What the-?!!” I unlocked my front door finding it blocked with some semi-heavy item which turned out to be a big, pull-on suitcase. I figured my wife had brought some new luggage and was too lazy to put it in the closet behind the door. Linda was somewhat of a slob, but I put up with her because she appealed to some of my baser instincts; namely we got along famously between the sheets. We’d been married for six months and it was long enough that I knew she was gonna turn into Mrs. Beaver as the house gradually became a cluttered, junky mess.

My living room had an open floor plan that combined it with the kitchen in the form of a glorified kitchenette which meant I could look out over the adjacent living room. I wearily put my lunch box on the counter noticing the television was playing, but muted. The coffee table was littered in multiple boxes of Chinese takeout along with various bottles of beer and soda. There was some sort of weird, crazy looking anime playing on my fifty-inch flat screen.

“I’m getting tired of this shit.” The irritation that came with the realization that I was going to have to clean up after my wife had me fully awake as I rounded the open counter top.

“Huh, oh?”

My wife was lying face down on the couch with a thick comforter covering her upper half. Her lower body lay exposed illuminated by the television light. She was wearing a blue thong that made her big pale cheeks stand out. Linda was obviously trying to entice me as we hadn’t done it in a few months. The thong was horizontally striped in different shades of blue, the cut making her ass look fuller than usual.

Truth be told, my wife was pretty blah in the looks the department from her shoulder length blonde hair and plain face, standard medium sized breasts with her wide hips and somewhat flabby butt that I enjoyed pounding from the back. Linda was pretty good about sleeping with me, but she was likewise mostly an average lay at best. But tonight, looking down at her butt in those enticing thong panties was waking the proverbial dragon. I’d always been into hips, thighs and legs initially drawn to her because she had those attributes. The duration of our relationship was mostly harmonious drama free, so we ended up going to city hall to tie the knot six months prior. Linda was pretty good about letting me tap that forty six inch butt whenever I wanted. Tonight she was looking way too good to pass up. We hadn’t done it in a while, and it looked like she’d gained a little weight in the right place as far as I was concerned. Her pear shaped butt looked magnificent as I let my hand slide across both cheeks from the far end to the right, luscious oval shaped globe giving it a hearty squeeze.

“What-the-fuck?” The comforter fell away as she rose supporting herself on her elbows staring at my face.

This woman wasn’t my wife; I recognized the harsh face and short ragged bob of dirty blonde hair on her best friend, Kristy McKenzie. My palm was still planted flat in the middle of her right ass cheek for a few seconds as she glared sleepily at me like I’d walked in on her in the bathroom of something.

“You finished?”

“Uhm, sorry; I thought you were Linda.” I withdrew my hand feeling like an idiot as she scratched her hair lazily.

“Yeah, sure.” She went back to sleep without another word, still leaving the comforter up over her butt. It rode up further revealing her small waist. I stared for a few moments before withdrawing remembering from a gathering at a backyard party thrown by a mutual acquaintance of my wife’s. From what I understood, Kristy was this troubled girl from the wrong side of the tracks known to be somewhat of a quote-unquote “Wigger” in that people said she behaved like a black girl or something. I stumbled down the short corridor to my bedroom which was adjacent to the bathroom.

Linda was in our large, queen sized bed fast asleep wearing one of my plain white t-shirts and a pair of decidedly boring, pink granny panties. Even if I couldn’t see her face, the loud snoring was a dead giveaway. I stripped down to my underwear considering waking Linda up to ask her why Kristy McKenzie was on my couch. It was my understanding their decade and a half long friendship was rocky at best, downright toxic at worst. Ultimately I decided to wait trusting illegal bahis there was a good enough reason as I slid between the sheets quickly dropping off into a deep sleep.

[DARKNESS]

I awoke with a start shielding my eyes from the sunlight filtering in through my venetian blinds checking my phone. There was a message from Linda telling me Kristy would be our house guest for a couple of days after getting “put out” of her apartment after a disagreement with a roommate. It was ambiguous, but I knew better than to call Linda while she was at work. She worked a crap job in medical billing which helped us jointly pay the bills but was positively draconian in nature. My thoughts shifted to Kristy, sleeping on my couch as I got up cracking my bones as I stretched. I needed to make amends, but first, I had to drain the lizard. I stepped out into the hall pushing the bathroom door open.

“EX-CUSE ME; WHAT THE FUCK?!!” Kristy was sitting hunched over on the toilet.

“Sorry.” I quickly backed away realizing the door hit her in the knees when I pushed it open. Kristy stared at me angrily for a few seconds, slamming the door in my face. The lingering ring in my ears from the sudden loudness remained as I stumbled into the kitchenette area going into my fridge.

“Hey man, what’s up with all the pervy shit; Linda ain’t putting out or something?” Kristy appeared in the living room, visibly annoyed with me. She was wearing this cutoff grey, cotton football jersey that left her well defined abs exposed having slipped on a pair of boy shorts.

“Sorry about that, it was an accident-and last night, too.” I apologized awkwardly trying not to look at her body. Kristy was standing at the end of the counter with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily.

“That wasn’t no accident, man.”

“Yes, it was; I thought you were Linda last night, and I just wanted to use the bathroom this morning.”

“You ain’t think I was no fucking Linda.”

“Yes, Kristy; I thought you were my wife last night on the couch. I didn’t know you were here when I came in this morning.” She scoffed as I noticed her medium sized breasts poking against he fabric of the cutoff jersey.

“Stop lying man; you just helped yourself because I don’t look like no fucking Linda. What on me, looks like her sloppy ass?” Kristy raised her hands doing turning slowly, almost proudly displaying her body. Her prominent teardrop shaped butt hung low from the boy shorts.

“Sloppy, that’s cute.”

“Homeboy look at me; I workout three times a week to keep my shit tight like this and the ass kills Linda’s floppy, pillow booty. You knew what you where doing, just admit it.” I couldn’t call her attitude arrogant because it seemed like she truly believed it. Her voice kind of drug when she spoke almost like an exaggerated faux southern drawl. Her toxicity was confirmed as I’d slid right into an argument with the harsh blonde. Her slightly pock marked face reminded me of Mila Jovovich for some reason.

“So Kristy, when are you leaving?” I was ready to put her out on the curb. I didn’t feel like dealing with some angry bitch.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” Her narrow eyes went wide as she gestured, arms spread outward.

“Like what?”

“Alright, I’ll play motherfucking ball, homie.” Kristy backed away from the counter, rounding it into the living room facing my television. Before I even realized what she was doing, Kristy yanked the boy shorts down stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.

“Shit.”

Kristy McKenzie was what you could comfortably call “slender and stacked” displaying the slender toned body of an athlete offset be perfectly wide hips that sloped downward into these muscular looking legs and inconsequential feet. The real story was the ass, which one could definitely compare to the stereotypical big, bubbled butt of some black women.

“Come get it, big dawg.” Kristy punctuated the abrasive declaration reaching back, loudly slapping her expansive cheeks.

“Excuse me?!” Kristy turned at the hip looking even more irritated than before at my exclamation.

“Look, you ain’t gotta play the game; Linda ain’t here so lets just toss all that little cat and mouse shit in the trash. You want some pussy, right? Come tap this shit real quick like, homie.” She walked over mounting the couch on her knees with her elbows resting on its back.

“Uhm…” Kristy glanced at me from the couch with this snarky, knowing smirk arching her back. This made the side view of her curvy rear end stand out even more.

“Man, stop playing the game and get your thirsty ass over here!” It seemed trading sexual favors for a couch was no big deal to her as I acted without thought rounding the corner to get a closer look at her butt. Kristy knew what she was working with pushing her tush back further while straightening her back until she was kneeling on the cushions. There was a shiny nature to her cheeks, a little rosy with a smattering of light pimples on each cheek.

Kristy illegal bahis siteleri was surprisingly tight and gummy on the inside as I grabbed her hips driving myself home deep inside her. She didn’t miss a beat leaning over arching her back in a feline manner that made her cheeks spread apart revealing herself full of my girth. I just went for broke pounding her out as hard as humanly possible. I tried to go even harder noticing her cheeks parted wider when I pushed against them with the full brunt of my weight. Her butt was visually fantastic, its true spade or heart shape colliding loose and jiggly with my crotch. Kristy worked with me, humping and sawing her hips in a downward motion onto the base of my cock giving me the impression that she was trying to speed things up. I was in the void mentally, planting my foot up on the couch next to her knee. I leaned over pushing hard inside her flexing cunt trying to get over the hump. Kristy went in for the kill when I asked about her stay, exploiting a weakness only my wife would’ve known. I keep my butt fetish to myself for the most part, clueing my wife in after we’d dated for a while after being prompted.

“Do it man; give me some nut.” Kristy demanded through gritted teeth. Her blue language added to the cheap, nasty quality of my infidelity.

I was already past the point of no return, happily pulling out as several ropes of thick semen covered her butt in nearly unrelenting waves until it was glazed over. Kristy moaned and whined, rocking her athletic body back and forth, casually bumping into my pelvis leaving some oily residue there. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her big butt, rubbing and tapping my cock on the left cheek. Kristy looked back reaching down to spread my spunk all over the other cheek with a self-satisfied smile on her harsh face. Enthralled sensually, I let my still erect cock rest in the crack of her large, heart shaped butt. Kristy lightly rocked back and forth massaging my tumescence.

“You good now, motherfucker?”

“Yeah.”

“More importantly now; we good, big homie?” Kristy arched her back almost unnaturally demonstrating a high level of flexibility that I recalled was fostered when she was little through gymnast training. Kristy supposedly was a gifted athlete until her senior year where she suddenly trashed a promising career. Linda always alluded to drug use as the reason, but I was looking at a woman who still worked out hard. There was a contrast in that habit; some untold story of her fall from grace.

“Sure.”

“So if you want a little, just ask, man; I know what I’m working with and its only natural that you have to pay the cost to be the boss, right?”

“I didn’t tell you to do that, Kristy.”

“You didn’t say no either; I think you should give that shit some thought.” She added with a long yawn at the end devaluing my carnal efforts.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” Kristy stood sliding the jersey over her head revealing small, lemon sized and shaped breasts that sloped from her chest. She absentmindedly cupped them, squeezing hard as her tiny nipples became erect. The look on her face told me that she felt my actions were a foregone conclusion as she walked down the corridor to the bathroom closing the door, loudly.

“Oh shit; what the fuck have I done?” I facepalmed.

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Nothing happened after that in the next three weeks as Kristy became a regular part of our lives. Linda seemed happy to have her around for the most part, but there was the occasional dustup ironically due to Kristy’s lack of housekeeping. It seemed like a big bowl of karma as Linda often complained about her friend’s slovenly nature. I stayed out of their arguments preferring a neutral position still worried my infidelity would be exposed in some manner. Kristy went about her business coming and going often disappearing for a few days before popping up knocking on our door, usually at importune moments. I was waiting for a threat or some extortion that never came. I began to figure that giving up her body was no big deal as long as she got to continue squatting in my home.

“Hey man, you think about me at all?” Kristy asked one morning when I arose from my slumber midday like usual. I worked the graveyard shift, and this was part of my routine. This particular morning I found Kristy sitting on the couch watching anime with a newfound toy, a hookah.

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

“Keep it one hundred, homie.” Her faux dialect still rankled me a little, but she was usually uncomfortably direct whenever she spoke on something.

“I think about it-often.” Kristy took a long hit before smiling to herself at the compliment. Today, the strawberry blonde was wearing a simple t-shirt and nothing else. It was obvious she was nude underneath along with the flowery smell of my wife’s body wash about her person.

“Why you don’t come at me?”

“Come at canlı bahis siteleri you?”

“Don’t be dense; I already told you that all you gotta do, is ask.” She took another hit as I noticed small piles of ash on the coffee table she happened to be using. Linda would definitely be complaining about that later.

“You were serious about that?” Kristy rolled her eyes staring up at the ceiling before regarding me.

“Man, you need to get out of your shit; come over here.” She patted as pot beside her on the couch smiling as I took a seat. I was nervous, my heart thumping at the prospect of screwing her again.

“Uhm, okay.”

“Take a hit.” Kristy offered the hookah pipe to me with a smile leaning forward to reposition it on the coffee table.

“I don’t smoke.”

“Just try it man, how bad can one little hit be? Besides I gotta little weed mixed in with the flavored tobacco and you look like you need a hit of this shit, dawg.” I smirked at her accent and it look like she noticed but didn’t say anything.

“I look like I need to get high?”

“No, don’t get it twisted; you need to fucking lighten up and shit.” Kristy leaned in reclining next to me feeding the pipe to me while her arm rested on the back of the couch behind my head.

I took a long hit on the pipe to placate her, but took two more finding the strawberry flavor marijuana mixture, tasty. Kristy playfully snatched the pipe back as I noticed an open bag of weed on the coffee table along with a few newly rolled joints. I took another puff as she slipped the t-shirt off revealing her nude body.

“Keep puffing on that shit while I puff on this.” Her hand was already inside pajama bottoms I was wearing handling my lengthening member.

Kristy knelt on the couch in this exaggerated doggystyle position that left her full, heart shaped butt raised high in the air. She had this intense technique vacuuming sucking hard on my cock like she was sucking on a milkshake or something. Her head had these short, jerky bobbing movements that took some getting used to as I took a few more hits. Even though she was kind of rough, I found myself firing several ropes down her gullet. Kristy kept it up right through my first orgasm until I was rock hard again before she relented.

“Open your legs, like pull’em apart so that I can sit on this shit.” I did as she asked watching as that sweet looking ass planted itself in my lap. Keeping with her style, Kristy starting bouncing wildly in my lap, essentially impaling herself. I tossed the pipe aside reaching up to cup her small lemon sized boobs, rolling her nipples. This set her off as Kristy began rolling her hips in my lap gasping loudly as she covered my hands with her own. She got extremely wet arching her back forward putting her hands on her knees as I pumped up inside her cunt. I did my best with the limited space I had but she grew frustrated placing both palms flat on the coffee table pushing it over. Still impaled, Kristy managed to squat down planting her palms on the carpet in what became a crouching squat.

“Get this shit, big homie!”

I slammed up into her as hard as I could finding that she’d locked her joints to take the brunt of my thrusts. The motion ripples across her butt were visually exciting as my nails dug into her rounded hips. I just wanted to cum all over that ass again and this lazy woman knew exactly what I wanted in no uncertain terms, bouncing at the knees letting her butt slap loudly onto my cock. It became quickly apparent that she was fucking back as the intensity increased until I gasped yanking my cock outside her tunnel splashing my seed all over her luscious backside. Kristy held her squatting position letting me rub my spent member in the crack of her butt, eventually squeezing and pinching it as my erection returned with a vengeance.

“Damn baby; you getting sprung on the booty, huh?”

Kristy wasn’t looking directly at my face and I was glad because it made this peevish, nerdy grin against my will as I pulled her into my lap. We jostled into position awkwardly before she ended up laying on her belly an arm and shapely leg hanging off the edge of the couch cushions. I mounted her in the prone position driving my cock deep inside doing my best to bottom out. I loved the view of her generous derriere with my cock pistoning in and out of it. I spread her cheeks apart getting an even better view of my progress, ultimately lasting a little over ten minutes before blowing my load again. I loved the sight of her glazed cheeks using my hands to make them jiggle this time.

“Yeah, I like it just fine.” Kristy giggled in this sneaky manner as she glanced back surveying the mess I’d made.

“So, you gonna ask next time, or what?” Before I could answer, my phone started ringing in the bedroom. It was my wife’s ringtone making out current position awkward. I didn’t say another word leaving Kristy on the couch to answer the phone. Linda wanted to let me know that she was working late and wouldn’t be getting back before I went to work at three. I mumbled something as she apologized making a movie date on Friday night, before hanging up. Kristy was in the shower when I returned to the living room. I looked around tidying up as she appeared wrapped in a towel.

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This is the follow-up story to the Starship Isabella series. The Feldon/Maxwell children have all grown up and are on their first interstellar adventure on their own. In his will, Allen Feldon willed the Starseeker, to his wife, daughter and granddaughter before his death. They hardly ever used it, preferring the child friendly Isabella instead. Now, Gia, Ana and Gabby had passed ship down to their adult children The Generation 4 heirs include Abigail, Michael, Joalice and Samantha. This is the story of their travels and encounters on Allen’s private interstellar sex palace, his luxury yacht. As always, all characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Starship Starseeker Chapter 1

The Star Seeker was a midsized freighter, just as the Isabella had been. The newer freighters were more advanced and twice the size. The Star Seeker was the perfect combination of comfort and technology at the time it was built, and with continual upgrades it was still all those things. In addition to even custom, luxury versions of the old Scout class starships, of which Isabella was an example, it had more features. Star Seeker had three separate orgy rooms and showers, a swimming pool, several large hot-tub/spa areas and a theater where the party aboard could watch any type of video from the Classic mainstream movies and porn from the 20th century onward. Best yet were the recordings of the Feldon/Maxwell family orgies recorded by a constellation of nanobots that swarmed the space in the orgy rooms and got into every possible location to produce 3 dimensional images.

Before the Gen4 Maxwell children left Earth on their journey of discovery, they asked their mothers if they could change the name of the ship to Starseeker, one word instead of two.

They agreed to the name change immediately.

We’re not the owners anymore,” Gia told them. “It has been gifted it to all of you,” she said. “It was sweet of you to ask, but you can name it anything you want. Personally, I like Starseeker, all one word, better anyway. I think that it will look better on the hull of the ship than 2 separate words.” she told them. Ana and Gabby agreed.

Joalice was on watch in the control center of the Starseeker when Mike joined her and sat down heavily at the console beside her, his eyes still clouded with sleepiness. He had twenty minutes before his watch started, but he hadn’t been able to sleep well because of all the noise Sam and Abbie were making as they licked and sucked each other to one climax after another.

“Can’t sleep?” Joalice asked her twin brother as she handed him a tall cold protein shake from the cold compartment below the console.

“Too noisy,” Mike answered as he sipped the semen building protein shake.

Trapped for two months with three horny sisters, Mike needed the semen volume enhancer shake for survival. Not being able to fill his sister’s needy fuck holes was not an option. Sam, the sister interested in medicine, had researched the proteins and minerals that the male organs used to make semen. The concoction she’d devised had everything Mike needed to boost his semen volume as well as make it taste as good as any semen could possibly taste. The girls enjoyed eating their father’s cum, but Mikes was downright delicious!

Sam had even sent the recipe to Ana, Gia and Gabby after all of the sisters noticed the improvement in the taste of their brother’s cum. More often than not, Sam, Jo and Abbie preferred their brother to finish in their mouths instead of the assholes. Cum leaking from your cunt was easy and fun to clean up, but cum in the ass took more time.

Mike had been awakened to have sex with one of his three sisters every time they got off their watches for the first part of the journey. He’d finally had to put his foot down. He needed his rest and even though he loved his sisters and enjoyed having sex with them, he was nearly exhausted of over a month of nearly constant sex. After a sisterly conference, they only came to his room to have sex once a day. He and Joalice still slept in the same bedroom so she sometimes made love to him twice a day, but Sam and Abbie weren’t jealous of their sister at all. They knew that the twins had a special relationship.

Samantha was the most vocal, and the sexually neediest sister. It was Sam’s screams of pleasure that had awakened him. Sam had an unusually high sex drive, in earlier times, she would’ve been called a nymphomaniac. She just couldn’t get sex off her mind. Thank goodness they were landing on the planet of Himmel tomorrow. Maybe he could finally get some sleep.

Joalice chuckled. “Sam’s quite the screamer, isn’t she,” Joalice asked.

She should know, Joalice was the best carpet muncher on the ship. Sometimes her sister’s preferred Joalice’s talented tongue and fingers over their brother’s long, thick cock. Not Joalice though, she was in love with her brother. Sam and Abbie loved him too, but they illegal bahis were not in love with him. Part of the reason they were on this journey was to find potential husband material.

Mike got up and brewed a pot of coffee. It wouldn’t do anything to help his cum taste any better, but he would need it to stay alert for the rest of his watch. The new Artificial Intelligence system on the ship, ALI, had been designed to navigate the luxury yacht as well as monitor and adjust the luxury features throughout the ship. Based on the utterly trustworthy AMI, several enhancements made it more efficient, but a little scary sometimes.

When the tone for watch change chimed, Joalice did a final scan of the readouts and reported their status to Mike. Even though Starseeker was rated to be fully autonomous, they had been concerned about that rating. One time, early in the trip, they encountered another ship coming through a jump point at the same time they were headed into it. ALI, the new artificial intelligence for the Starseeker, only avoided colliding with the other ship by a margin of one second. Even though that was a long time to a computer, it was too close for the humans aboard.

Using the well-known Feldon star maps, the ones Ana still called the secret routes, their trip would take a fraction of the time the older ships needed, but there were still some unavoidable jump points. The siblings had decided to take watches to see if the program change to ALI was working consistently. Several jumps met no challenge, so ALI was still untested.

Only one jump remained until they arrived off Himmel, and that was ten hours away. Joalice stood and stretched, showing off her tight sexy nude body to her brother. Mike had held that body thousands of times while they slept together every night growing up. Mike knew and loved every curve of her body. They couldn’t make love right now, but she knew that as soon as his watch was over, he’d be coming to their bed.

Mike couldn’t resist, he embraced his twin and kissed her passionately, hugging her tightly. Joalice moved down his body and took her brother’s growing dick in her mouth. A man could get a blowjob and monitor the instruments at the same time. Since Mike’s schedule always followed right behind Joalice, this had become a regular delight when he took his watch.

“I love you JoJo,” Mike sighed as he took his sister’s hair in his fists.

“I love you too Mikey,” Joalice told her brother.

Everyone else in the family called the twins Mike and Jo. The twins even called each other that in front of others. When they were alone though, they reverted to the childhood names they’d made for each other. It was their intimate names to express their special relationship.

Mike always let Jo set the pace in the beginning of the blowjob. She was an excellent cocksucker, every bit as good as Gia. Abbie and Sam also had amazing oral skills, but not like his JoJo. Her full soft lips were perfect for kissing and for cocksucking. They were even fuller than Gabby’s, he and JoJo’s biological mother. When he got close, Jo liked for Mike to take control of his pleasure, holding her head steady by her hair and finding his own pace. Mike was always gentle and never had hurt her, but he liked to control his speed and how deeply his cock went into her throat.

Joalice felt Mike’s fists tighten in her hair. She knew that he was getting close. Jo stopped sucking, she just opened her mouth and let Mike fuck her throat. Mike cried out when he came, filling his twin’s mouth with his semen. When he released his grip on her hair, Joalice stood up and shared a cummy kiss with her brother. He might’ve found the sperm omelet disgusting, but he didn’t mind his own cum from her body. It was the same with Abbie and Sam, he would clean the cum from their pussies or asses if one of the other sister’s wasn’t there. Those two usually shared the cum they had in their mouths with their other sisters. Jo was the stingy one, they always complained good-naturedly.

Soon after settling down at the monitoring station, Mike heard another screaming female, this time it was Jo. Her sisters were probably giving her the tickle treatment for not sharing his cum with them. Next, he could hear Jo’s moans. Sam and Abbie were double teaming her. Finally, the noise stopped. They were all sleeping he assumed, something he planned to do a lot of when they finally landed on Himmel.

Mike was relieved by Samantha when his watch was over. Sam handed him another tall cold container of the semen booster protein shake. Mike kissed his sister tenderly while she pressed her body against him. Sam and Mike loved each other too, but it was a different kind of love. Mike enjoyed having sex with Sam because she was so orgasmic. It was good for a man’s ego to have a beautiful woman writhing in pleasure underneath you in ecstasy while you drilled her cunt or ass.

“Thanks Sis,” Mike said as he sipped the cold shake carefully.

“We illegal bahis siteleri should be reaching the next jump point in about two hours. After that, it’s all the way to Himmel,” Mike summarized the ship’s status.

“Very well,” Samantha responded. “Go get some rest. Give my love to Jo,” she told Mike.

“It sounded like you were doing a good job at giving her your love earlier,” Mike said smiling, remembering JoJo’s screams earlier.

Sam smiled. “Oh yes, that. We left her with a butt plug still deep in her asshole. I think she has plans for you when you get there,” Sam told her brother, patting his bare ass and giving his coak a squeeze as he left the control room.

By the time Mike got to he and his twin’s room, he discovered that JoJo had indeed prepared her butthole for anal sex. Mike always enjoyed having anal sex with his sisters. He enjoyed vaginal sex more with JoJo, but she really enjoyed anal. They always tried to please the other, so sometimes it was vaginal and sometimes it was anal. Right now, JoJo wanted her ass fucked!

She was still wearing a butt plug and there was a tube of lube on the bedside table when Mike came in to wake her. Mike slid his hardening cock between Joalice’s soft full lips and she automatically took it in her mouth. Sometimes, Mike would watch her sleep while she gently nursed on the tip of his cock until he filled her mouth. JoJo never woke up, she just made a strange humming sound and rolled the cum around in her tongue, eventually swallowing it all and them smiling.

Mike wanted to wake her up this time, he’d had sex with all of his sisters today, this was he and JoJo’s bonus time together. When she woke, Jo moaned and swallowed Mikes cock completely. She wanted it to be rock hard as it probed her back door. Joalice liked to take Mike’s cock up her butt missionary style. She liked the contact between her breasts and Mike’s smooth muscular chest. Mike would hold and kiss her as the head of his cock pushed its way past her anal sphincter. She occasionally enjoyed a hard doggy-style backdoor pounding, and usually used that position when she was with anyone else except Rob, Brad or Mike. She preferred to be face to face with the men she truly loved.

Jo raised her legs over her head, opening up to Mike’s gaze and giving him full access to her asshole. Mike reached down between her cheeks and pushed and pulled the but plug into and out of her ass. He would occasionally take the plug completely out and put it in his twin sister’s mouth to taste. The next time he pulled it out, he would suck on it to taste her ass. Mike and Jo loved tasting their body fluids together. It tasted so sexy, even the taste of his own sperm. JoJo loved the taste of her pussy cream as much as Mike did.

When he finally took the plug out for good, he replaced it in her ass with his cock. Mike liked to take it slow with JoJo. They wanted to wring every bit of carnal pleasure out of their bodies as they could. Mike pumped the full length of his dick in and out of Jo’s shithole. He liked to put it in all the way to the hilt and push a little more to stretch the skin tight over the tip of his cock. Fortunately, all the women in his family had deep pussy’s and he could get this sensation with all of them.

As they were fucking, Abbie came in to the room. She was well rested and was looking for something interesting to do. She took the tube of lube and lubed her fingers. One by one, she stuffed them in Mike’s butthole. Mike was not gay, he never had any romantic thought about any other man, but the felling of having your prostate massaged was incredible while you were fucking someone. It didn’t take long before Mike was ready to cum. He told his sisters as much and as soon as he pulled out of his twin’s ass, he flipped over on his back and Abbie took his full load in her mouth.

Jo looked like she’d been robbed, that was her load!

Abbie looked at her greedy sister and showed her the mouthful of cum she had. When Jo opened her mouth to share the sperm, Abbie just smiled and shook her head no.

“I’m sorry I didn’t share earlier,” Jo said desperately to Abbie. “I’ve paid my debt for that. You and Sam tickled me until I peed a little,” Jo told her sister, with pleading in her eyes.

Finally, Abbie gave in and bent over Jo to share their brother’s load. As they kissed, Jo reached between Abbie’s legs and stroked her wet clit. Before he knew what had happened, Jo was between Abbie’s legs, making love to her sister’s pussy and asshole with her tongue. Mike joined in by eating out Jo’s pussy and ass from behind.

There was still an hour left on Sam’s watch before the next jump point, and a few hours after that before they would be orbiting Himmel. With no further duties, Mike and Jo fell asleep in each other’s arms and Abbie went up to keep Sam company. Before she left the room, Abbie watched Jo and Mike sleep together as she had many times growing up. They canlı bahis siteleri were a beautiful couple. They fit perfectly together as Mike held and protected his sister. She and Sam did the same thing as well. She was happy that their parents had started them out sleeping with each other so early. None of the siblings had ever felt isolated or alone in the middle of the night, they just felt surrounded by love.

After reaching Himmel and putting the ship in a parking orbit, Abbie and Sam went back to bed together and made love. When ALI woke the Maxwell kids, the sun was up on the side of Himmel where the colony was located. ALI had picked they largest settlement and had parked directly above it, moving in retrograde motion to maintain its location above that spot on the planet below.

They all checked the ships logs as they always did and discovered that ALI had sensed another ship coming out of the last wormhole jump point and had delayed 61 seconds before taking the same route. ALI was 100% autonomous! They all went down and shared breakfast together as ALI told them about what was waiting for them on Himmel. She had been in touch with other AIs while everyone else slept.

“Current weather conditions on Himmel are sunny, clear and cold, with a temperature of negative 4 degrees,” ALI told them. Today is the annual Wurstfest. There is an orgy this evening that always accompanies the festival.

“Worst Fest?” Abbie asked. “Why would people want to celebrate the worst anything?”

“It’s not W-O-R-S-T,” Mike explained, spelling out the words. “It’s wurst, W-U-R-S-T,” Mike corrected.

“It still sounds the same to me,” Abbie said.

Mike laughed. “Dad told me that Grandpa Allen was from Texas. It sounds like worst when they say it there, but the German pronunciation is VOORST. The Wurstfest is a sausage festival,” he told them. “Dad and I sell a couple different kinds of wurst at the smokehouse,” he said. “I’ve heard that the stuff from Himmel is some of the best,” he said “I’ve never even been able to find any before.”

We came at a good time then,” Jo told her brother. “Now you’ll get to try them for yourself”.

“That sounds delicious!” Abbie said. “It also sounds very cold. Remember what Mom said about shaving our pussies? It looks like the time has come,” she reminded her sisters.

After breakfast, Mike watched with fascination as Jo shaved Abbie’s fiery red bush, causing her to cum loudly on her sister’s fingers. Abbie then shaved Sam’s pussy who then shaved Jo’s pubic hair. When they finished and washed the cream off thoroughly, Abbie looked at Mike. “Brother, we all need a smoothness check,” she said, leading Brad back to the orgy bed. The next hour was an oral sex marathon. Mike checked each of the girls and the girls checked each other several times. As usual, Sam was being quite loud.

“Maybe a dick in her mouth will help quiet her down,” Jo said, leading Mike over to fill her sister’s mouth with his hard cock. The girls kept up their teasing of Sam. They loved to see her cum so hard. It was a win all around. Samantha’s screams of ecstasy caused her throat to vibrate in quite a delightful day and soon he was ready to shoot his load. Mike allowed Sam to catch a few unhindered breaths before plunging his cock back inside her throat and emptying his balls.

Jo was on his cock immediately, draining it completely and cleaning it up. Abbie and Sam were swapping Mike’s cum back and forth, waiting for Jo to join them. When she did, they both allowed the semen in their mouths to flow into Jo’s, who swallowed the entire load and then deeply kissed all of her siblings.

“I love you JoJo,” Mike said as he released her from the kiss.

Joalice just smiled. He had called her JoJo in front of her sisters. They smiled back at her. They knew that their siblings had fallen in love with each other. They were more convinced than ever now, that the two would eventually get married to each other.

After taking a quick shower together and washing each other thoroughly, they all took a cold weather flimsy out of their wardrobe and landed in the large open area outside the festival center. They were greeted by nearly a hundred people as they stepped out of the ship. “It looks like we’re a little underdressed,” Abbie noted, seeing the crowds dressed in traditional German outfits.

“That’s okay,” a beautiful Asian looking woman told them. We’ll all be going inside in a few hours and we’ll take everything off. You won’t stand out as much then,” she said.

They had a wonderful time, eating sausage and drinking beer. They met lots of people, most were their age or younger. The colonists were from all over the Confederation. Some of them had some kind of German heritage, but most were just lovers of wurst and beer. Many of the people they met were farmers. Himmel was an agricultural community, like most of the rest of the planets in the Confederation. Himmel specialized in growing barley and hops along with other crops and livestock. They learned that Himmel supplied most of the ingredients to make beer to nearly every brewery in this part of the Confederation, including New India, Brad and Rob’s current favorite brew.

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Kortzan had brought her in to their offices for training two weeks after she accepted their offer. The training was actually quite interesting. Some of it was technical and involved tiny, high tech cameras, and microphones. It was explained that most of the time, these items would be handled by others. However, there would be times where she’d be required to wear a device or to quickly position one without help or assistance. She had to do this correctly — it was, many times, crucial, to the success of the job.

They walked her through some of the typical scenarios she would run into, the most important for her being the honey pot. The honey pot is a classic espionage trap that uses sex, or the proof of sex, to entrap a victim. The usual follow up was blackmail but other ends could be obtained. Most of the time, she’d simply either be the bait in the trap or assist in putting bait in the trap, it was explained, so she didn’t need to worry about the follow up. That was fine with Brittany.

On her last day of the initial training she met with her grey-haired boss, Rocker. His hair was loose today, and not in a ponytail. The hair on the shoulders of the dark shirt and the well-trimmed beard could have given him a old hippy vibe. Instead, Rocker came across more of a wise entrepreneur — a Richard Branson type.

“Well, my dear. Your first round of training is finished. How did it go?” He asked from behind his clean desk.

“It was…umm…fun. Interesting, you know? I’m looking forward to using — to earning my money.”

“Perfect.” Rocker said. He sat up and leaned his arms on his desk. “Perfect, because we have a job for you. Two, in fact.”

“Well…” Rocker looked up and tilted his head back and forth as if considering. “Yes…two of them.” He decided.

“The first is simple and quick. The second is a little more involved…and will take more time.”

Brittany sat up, intrigued and excited.

Rocker slid a folder across his desk. “The first job is a simple escort job that you may find useful. Henry works here in town and occasionally prefers to stay here and not deal with the commute. Other times he has to meet with some senator or congress man or similar. In those cases, he prefers not to eat alone. He enjoys intelligent company. Intelligent, attractive company…He cannot afford to be seen with standard ‘escort” service girls or worse…Reputation, you know.”

“This Friday, you will accompany him to dinner and then you will…entertain him.”

Brittany scanned the document. The photo showed a man, probably fifty or sixty, in okay shape, vaguely handsome.

“Why did you say I would find it…useful?”

Rocker shook his head in mock disapproval. “What did Meeker teach you this week? What is the first thing you must always do?”

“Read the dossier thoroughly…” she answered, smiling sheepishly. “But I did… I mean, there’s not much here…”

“Yes, my dear. Thoroughly. Look and understand everything. What does Henry do?”

“He’s dean of admissions at – ohhh…shit… I mean, wow” Brittany corrected herself, having learned that Rocker preferred her to use better language.

“Yes, do you see?”

Brittany saw that this man was dean of admissions at her first-choice law school. A law school she couldn’t afford. The fourth most selective law school in the nation and certainly the best law school outside of New England and New York.

Henry occasionally comes into town here to meet with politicians. He’s very well respected, you know. He has employed us discretely before.

“So I can fuh – seduce him and then…and then we can use that against him?”

Rocker’s brow furrowed. “No. No my dear. Henry is our client and is paying for our services. You show him a nice time. He will probably take you to dinner in a nice establishment. What happens afterward is left to your discretion. Get on his good side somehow and have him help you…I will be disappointed in you if you cannot obtain his assistance.”

“Sometimes Henry likes to…pretend a bit. He used to teach — in fact I believe he still may have a class or two…”

Rocker waved his hand in the air and shook his head. “No matter. The point is that he is far too smart to get involved with his students. That doesn’t mean he can’t fantasize about…involvement. And he is somewhat…verbal” Rocker smiled and tilted his head.

“Oh.” Brittany thought for a moment. “Okay. I get it.”

Rocker clapped his hands. “Good. Now. The second job…It’s more complicated. More delicate.” He slid another file across to her and then, changed his mind and pulled it back.

“Ahhh…y’know, let’s just…When you successfully finish the first, we can discuss the second. Yes.” Rocker said decisively. “Complete this first assignment. It’s easy — just an escort. Obtain your own goals…Then we’ll see about this.”

Brittany looked hurt. Rocker smiled, not buying it. “Awwww. You look so innocent when you’re…hurt.”

He tapped the file in front of him and sat up straight. The güvenilir bahis meeting was over. “You make Henry happy. Get him to help you. Then we’ll talk about this.” Rocker tapped the file.

When the day of the appointment arrived, Brittany was prepared. Physically, she was showered, waxed, and perfumed. She originally thought about wearing a fancy dress -something to be worn in a nice restaurant. But, after seeing herself in the mirror, she thought she looked great. But, at the same time, it looked wrong. She didn’t want to dress like a fancy escort. Apparently, this Dr. Jacobs liked young students. She would dress as a student.

Dressing like a student wasn’t hard – after all, she was a student. But, she wanted the right outfit. Something to get his imagination going but that would be appropriate if they went somewhere to eat.

She settled on a skirt — not too short but not long either, a tight vee-neck tee-shirt, She chose an open top push up bra. This basically just held her large breasts up freeing the nipples and top of her breasts. The cotton of the tee shirt would cause her nipples to harden, she knew. She chose her low-top white vans tennis shoes. She though it gave her a younger look; a more girlish look. She wore light blue small cotton panties. Comfy and cute. She pulled her hair up into a pony tail and looked in the mirror. Something was missing. What? She rummaged through the draw and pulled out a pair of old glasses. They were cosmetic and she wore them occasionally for “the look”. She put them on and smiled. Perfect. She picked up her purse. Then she reconsidered and dropped it. She filled her backpack instead and then threw it over her shoulder and left.

Brittany took a cab to the address provided. It was a very fancy hotel downtown. As she walked in the door she caught the concierge literally do a doubletake when he spotted her walking in. He was a reasonably handsome black man in good shape. He looked at her from her tennis shoes to her face and then back down stopping at her breasts. She smiled at him and he pretended to look down at his monitor, embarrassed at having been caught.

“Please ring Mr. Jacobs room and tell him Brittany is here. I’m a student of his.” She said flashing her best smile.

Trying to keep his eyes on hers and away from her cleavage, he smiled as if understanding. “A student…of course.” He picked up his phone and dialed.

“Mr. Jacobs, Ms. Brittany is here. She said she’s a student of yours…Ms Brittany? A student…Yes…Of yours.” He looked at her questioningly.

Brittany whispered “Ms. Brittany Fallox. He’s expecting me…”

“Ms. Brittany Fallox? She says you’re expecting her.”

He nodded,rolled his eyes, and smiled at Brittany. “Yes. Of course, sir… Very good…Yessir, I’ll tell her. Thank you Mr. Jacobs.”

He put the phone down and smiled politely.

“Room 1616. He says go on up.”

Brittany thanked him politely and walked past him toward the elevators, feeling his eyes on her ass the whole way. She smiled to herself and worked her hips as she glided sexily over. She glanced at him over her shoulder and winked. Let him think about that for a while.

She found the room and knocked firmly. As she was about to knock again, the door opened.

She immediately recognized the man as the one in her dossier. He was tall. His hair was graying and had receded a bit. He wore small reading glasses that sat low on his nose. He had on dark Dockers , a light blue shirt, and a wool woven jacket. A stereotypical professor. All and all he seemed in decent shape.

She looked up at him. His eyes, instead, were fixed on her chest and the hard nipples poking out of the tee-shirt. Dr. Jacobs licked his lips.

“…Dr. Jacobs?

He shook his head and looked up at her. He seemed perplexed.

“Ms. Fallox? Are you from…I mean…you’re not a student, but…You – your name. I got your name from the agency. You are from the agency?” Dr. Jacobs continued trying to clarify who this beauty was. “The concierge said you were a student of mine…But…”

“Dr. Jacobs, I’m here to ask for your assistance. I don’t know about any agency. Can I come in?” Brittany asked politely.

“Well, um Ms. Fallox. So sorry…come in. Please.” he said, opening the door widely.

Brittany entered and briefly took in the room. It was unlike any hotel room she’d ever stayed in. It was spacious and very well decorated with a tasteful but not luxurious flair. There were several windows and two doors. She presumed the doors led to the bedroom and the bathroom.

The man reached out his hand. “Dr. Henry Jacobs. Pleased to meet you.”

She reached out and introduced herself.

He shook his head and explained, “Normally the agency just sends…”

Brittany interrupted him. She set her backpack near the desk bending just enough, she believed, to give him a quick flash of the blue panties.

Quickly turning to face him, she said, “Dr. Jacobs. Thank you so much for seeing me after hours like this. I really türkçe bahis appreciate it. I’m having so much difficulty in your class.”

He stared blankly for a second.

Brittany was beginning to wonder if she was wrong about this whole role playing idea.

He didn’t seem to be catching on.She hoped she wasn’t going to blow this whole assignment.

Dr. Jacobs nodded his head slowly.

“I’m embarrassed to have to come up to your room and bother you but I have a huge problem. My grade in your class? I need to bring it up. I have to raise my grade. I’m desperate to raise it.”

“You are?” He nodded firmly. “Desperate?” Something seemed to click.

“Got it. Of course. Sorry.” His face reddened. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Um…Okay. Yes. You are quite a – errr, I mean…you are in quite a situation? With those…grades?…Whatever can we do?”

He gestured to a chair as he turned from her and walked to the bar area.

The hotel room had a stocked bar. Wow, thought Brittany as she sat up straight in the desk chair. It was certainly the nicest hotel room she’d ever been in. She crossed her legs and swiveled to face him.

He poured himself a drink and then looked at her and poured another.

“You are here for…tutoring? Because I’m not sure tutoring will help you at this point…”

He handed her a glass filled with a brown liquid. “Drink?”

She accepted the glass and sniffed it. Bourbon.

“Dr. Jacobs, I don’t normally drink hard liquor. It makes me giggly and loose. I can’t study.” Brittany lowered her head and looked up at him seductively.

He looked at her for a moment, mouth open. Then he said. “Loose?… Ahem. Yes. Loose because, my dear, you seem nervous. This is to help you relax. That’s all.”

He turned briefly and adjusted his pants.

“Oh. Well then, thank you. Cheers!” She drank half the glass. She was truly not a big drinker. It actually did make her giggly. Giggly and horny. She opened her eyes as she felt the liquid burn sweetly.

“Whoa…”. She coughed lightly.

Dr. Jacobs smiled. He seemed to be gaining confidence.

“Yes, My dear. It’s umm…it’s a little too late in the semester to think that tutoring will get you a passing grade…”

She looked up to him. “Not “passing” doctor…I’ve never failed a class in my life. I need an A. That’s why I’m here. I’ve been having difficulty in your class and would just do anything to get an A.” She looked up at him, opened her legs slightly, licked her lips, and downed the rest of the drink. Wow. It was strong…

Dr. Jacobs eyes were drawn to the skirt held taught between her exposed thighs. He exhaled slowly and downed his drink.

“An A? Well, my dear…I really don’t know what I can do for you…A’s are for the very best students, you know. Students willing to…to show me their…abilities…”

“Their…abilities…Professor?” Brittany tilted her head like a confused puppy. She stuck out her chest and slowly ran a hand over the fabric stretched tight over her nipples. The nipple bent and flicked back with urgency. Brittany’s body hitched slightly and she bit her lip. “I have great…Abilities. Is that all it will take? For me to show you my …abilities?”

Brittany pinched both nipples through her tee-shirt. Her body reacted appropriately. She could feel herself getting wet.

A tent had formed in Dr Jacobs’ Dockers.

“Well…No. I mean. I need to see their abilities, of course. But I also need to see that…ahhh…to see that they are willing to…take things into their own hands…”

He licked his lips. Brittany could see that he was getting into this word play…

“A-students, need to be able to take things into their own hands and…and they need to…to SWALLOW…Yes! A-students need to be able to swallow difficult concepts. And my concepts are very hard. To swallow.” Dr. Jacobs seemed to be very proud of himself with this explanation.

Brittany started sliding her skirt up. A small triangle of blue pantie was visible. She looked coyly at Dr. Jacobs.

“I see. You need to see my abilities and I need to be able to swallow your hard concepts. To digest them thoroughly…Is that all?”

“Is that all?…Um no. No it’s not. After that…errr…After that, you will have to show me that you can take my concepts and make them an integral part of you. They have to…um…they have to fit deep into your being.”

“Will you force them into me, Dr. Jacobs?” She slid forward on the chair forcing her skirt to ride up and completely expose her small cotton panties as they tightly wrapped her outer lips. A wet spot was clearly visible. “Will you pound the hard concepts into me? Pound them deep into me?” Brittany thrust her hips slightly every time she said “pound”. She slid off the chair and on to her knees. In front of him.

To tell the truth, this whole role playing thing with the silly banter was really turning her on. It was silly but fun. Plus, the bourbon had started to hit her and she had a nice buzz.

Dr. güvenilir bahis siteleri Jacobs gulped visibly and licked his lips. He thought of something clever to say but was flummoxed by this beautiful girl in front of him. She was his every fantasy from his first days of teaching. Full firm titties, he thought. Curvaceous hips. Flat belly. Gorgeous face.

He’d never followed through with his fantasies for fear of losing his job and his position. Nonetheless, he’d wanted to act on so many occasions. This student — this woman was enacting his every fantasy perfectly. None of the other escorts ever did this to him. Plus, what a body! Jesus, look at those titties! Look at her hips. She was so goddammed sexy!

It only occurred to him now that she was actually still mostly dressed. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life and she hadn’t even touched him — hadn’t even taken off her clothes.

As he contemplated all of this, Brittany had crawled over to him and had stood up on her knees in front of him.

“Is that all enough to get me an A, professor? Start by showing you my abilities?” And with this Brittany reached down, grabbed her shirt and peeled it off exposing her glorious nude breasts held up by the underbra.

Dr. Jacobs gasped involuntarily, as if he’d never seen breasts before — which, of course, he had. However, he had never seen such wonderfully perfect breasts before. Such perky, large titties (as he loved to call them) with such inviting, hard nipples. His mouth watered. The anticipation caused by seeing the shape of the hard nipples poking through the shirt was easily satisfied by the reality of the naked D-cup titties bouncing and swaying below him as this young woman undid his belt.

Brittany cupped her breasts with her hands and pushed them together. She then reached behind her and removed the bra. She looked into his eyes and gently pulled on each nipple. She exhaled seductively and bit her lip.

“I’ve been told I have great ability, Professor. What do you think?”

Jesus! He wanted to fuck those titties. How many times had young hot students sat in front of him with their low cut blouses? The little sluts! Always teasing him…How many hard nipples had pointed at him? How many times had he masturbated thinking about seeing and touching those little sluts? Imagining the firm softness with the spring-like hard nipples. Squeezing them. Pinching them. Fucking them. So many students. So many little sluts tempting him. So many years.

“Yes…They’re amazing…You have truly amazing titties – errr…abilities.” He swallowed.

She saw the naked desire in his eyes. She looked up to him as she did unbuttoned his pants. She bit the corner of her lip. She pulled them down and helped him step out of them.

Dr. Jacobs had on standard blue boxers; clean and professional. They almost matched her panties, Brittany thought. He also had an impressive tent formed in front of them.

“Gosh Dr. Jacobs. That is… a lot to consider…” she gushed.

He sighed and smiled with surprised pride as he thought of some witty retort. None came to mind.

She pulled the boxers down and let his cock “accidentally” hit her in the face. She gasped and opened her mouth in a surprised smile.

“Oh my God, professor. It’s so BIG” She whispered as she looked up at him. She reached out tentatively to hold it gently. She knew that most men loved to hear how large they were.

When she grasped his manhood, he inhaled deeply. Even if he knew that she was not his real student, the fantasy was real – much realer than ever before. He’d had escorts pretend and play along before. But the relationship was always clear. They never really seemed like young students. This young girl…she…she is a student — she dressed and acted like one. Jesus! She is gorgeous. A student — this hot young co-ed, was on her knees in front of him. Topless with her amazing young titties there for him. Holding and admiring his cock — his BIG cock, she said.

In reality, Brittany thought it was a nice cock as she held it in her hands. He was probably about six inches long and he had a large pronounced mushroom head. It was reasonably thick too. Nice. His balls hung low and were actually quite large. She would certainly enjoy herself.

Brittany kept her gaze on his face as she rubbed the cock lovingly over her cheeks and lips.

“Dr. Jacobs! This…concept may be too much for me…” She said as she started licking him from bottom to the top. “I will try to…get it…but I may need your help.”

Brittany looked up at him. “Seriously, Dr. Jacobs…You have a great cock! I would suck this cock regardless of the A. I really want to suck you deep in my mouth and swallow your cum…Can I do that? Give me the A or not – It’s so…your cock is so…” And with that she slid her lips over the head again and further down the shaft.

“Mmmmmm” She moaned around his cock. She shook her head slightly and applied serious sucking pressure.

Dr. Jacobs moaned lightly and whispered “Jesus! Oh my God! You’re really sucking ma…my…sucking me.”

Brittany pumped him and sucked him deep into her mouth. He started whimpering and she knew he wouldn’t last long if she gave him the full treatment.

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April laid there totally naked and helpless tied wide between the trees. The fucking machine continued to stroke in and out of her slowly, only a couple inches at a time.

Rick ran his fingers lightly on the inside of April’s thighs, “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t leave, please? Rick?”

The excitement heightened as she watched Rick walk back to the house. She could feel her wetness running down the crack of her ass. The slow constant rhythm of the dildo barely parting her lips was driving her crazy. The helplessness and fear of being caught by her friends only added to the excitement.

Five long minutes passed before she seen Rick walking towards her carrying the briefcase.

“How are we doing?” Rick asked as he knelt down and checked her wetness. “Your little pussy likes my toy, huh?”

April didn’t know what to say. It felt good, and yet it didn’t.

Rick shut of the machine. “Time to adjust it.”

“Adjust what?”

“You’ll see.”

He lengthened the stroke to about four inches, then turned it back on, slow.

“Oh…fuck! Oooh.”

“That’s it,” Rick said as he opened the briefcase. He then leaned over and took April’s left nipple in his mouth and began to nibble on it, then sucked hard. She moaned as Rick licked and played with her little tits.

Rick slowly fastened a nipple clamp to her right nipple squeezing it tight. “Are you ready to call me sir yet?

April just ached from the constant stroking in and out of her wet pussy. She felt a building inside of her she had never experienced.

“No answer? Maybe this nipple will make you talk,” Rick said as he fastened the other nipple clamp tight.

“Ohhhh, Rick, yes, ooooh.”

Rick reached the control and turned the speed up on the fucking machine to about twice a second.

April moved her head from side to side illegal bahis squeezing her fists tight. “Oh my God, Yes, yes, yes, Ahhhhh…”

She shook as the machine continued it’s mission. “Oh stop, stop, stop, oh please stop,” April cried out as her toes curled.

“Stop?” Rick asked as he slowed the rhythm back down to slow. Hmmm, company is here!”

“What?”

Rick got up and met the car in the driveway before it could come all the way in. April lay there terrified trying to see who it was. It was no use testing the restraints, she had done that before. Besides, she was exhausted from the most powerful orgasm that she had ever experienced.

April heard the car restart and back out of the driveway. She was relieved that her friends wouldn’t see her like this, and that Rick was coming back.

“That was Shannon and her slutty looking friend. Any more guests that I should know about? The next car I am going to let drive in.”

“Please, no!”

“Rick turned the machine on high again, “Time to come clean young lady, now!”

“No, no, stop it…yes, Mike is coming over. Please don’t let him see me like this, please?”

Rick shut off the machine. “Why don’t you want Mike to see you like this? If you are going to act like a little slut, why not let him see?”

“Please, please no?”

“We’ll see. Depends on your attitude,” He said as he added two more inches increasing the stroke now to six. April could only stare at the sky through the trees before Rick turned it back on slow. “Very good,” as he tapped her little muff.

Rick grabbed the largest butt plug in his collection and put a small amount of lube on the tip. He slowly encircled her virgin hole, then began to ease it in.

“Oh, nooooo, stop, st…”

Rick increased the speed again and pushed the plug in all the way until it illegal bahis siteleri seated. He pulled it out slowly, then pushed it in again hard.

“Rick! Oooooh, Gawd yes, yes, I’m gonna cum, Ahhhh….”

He tapped her muff lightly as he slowed the machine back down to a crawl.

“Stop it, shut it off, please?”

Rick let April catch her breath as he again lengthened the stroke two more inches. The machine now would take a full eight inch stroke.

April’s breathing was rapid as she tried to regain control. “Rick. Rick, I’m sorr…” Her sentence was interrupted by the deep thrust of the machine.

Rick set the speed to slow as he watched the expressions on young April’s face. Her face was flushed, and her body wet with perspiration as the relentless machine continued to take her deep. He kissed April softly on the lips touching the side of her face softly. April kissed Rick back passionately as she could feel herself building inside again.

“Oh Rick, I want you,” She whispered to him, then bit his bottom lip as the pleasure built inside. “You’re going to make me cum again, ooooh..”

“That’s it, cum for me,” as he turned up the speed.

“I’m coming, oooo yes, yes! Oh…my…God…yeeeees!”

Rick stood up, “Your boyfriends here!” April couldn’t stop the intense feeling. Her whole body shook as she released. The orgasm seemed like it lasted for minutes as the dildo continued to thrust in and out. She could see just the front of a car parked in the driveway. The thought of being caught like this only aroused her more.

It was several minutes before the car left and Rick returned. He immediately turned the machine down to a real slow speed. “Nooooo..”

Rick grabbed a vibrating egg and turned it on high. April could hear the high pitch sound of the egg but was startled as she felt canlı bahis siteleri the cold steel being pushed firmly on her clit. He pushed hard on her swollen clit with the egg while tapping at a steady rhythm on her plug.

“Stop, stop, Rick stop, ooooh, not again…Oh my God yes, yes, yes Ahhhhh…”

April shook crying out to Rick, but he continued to rub her clit hard with the toy. With his left hand, he turned the machine back on high.

The pounding of the eight inch dildo, the vibration on her clit and the tapping on the plug that was deep inside of her tight ass was just too much for April’s helpless body.

“Rick…Rick, Rick…I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Rick, Sir? Please forgive me, I’m soo sooorry, pleeeeease…”

Rick immediately shut off the egg and the fucking machine.

April, still out of breath, continued to apologize. “I’m, I’m sorry Sir…that I lied to you and disappointed you.

Slowly, Rick withdrew the eight inch dildo from April’s soaked pussy. She moaned as it slipped free. He sat the machine off to the side and lowered his lips to April’s swollen clit. As he slowly tasted her for the first time, April cried out.

Her clit was now so tender that Rick’s hot tongue repeatedly lapping on her clit was sending her again over the edge. “Oh yeees, Sir, that’s it, yes, oh yes…”

Rick pulled on her plug slowly releasing it from it’s tight home. He continued to eat here plunging his tongue in and out of her, then concentrating again on her clit.

As Rick reinserted the plug, then pulled it out as he sucked hard on her clit.

“That’s it, yes, yes, I’m gonna cum. Rick, oooh, yes…”

Rick’s face was met by an immense clear liquid that squirted from April. He continued to lick her clit as she screamed out and squirted again.

April lay limp as Rick untied the ropes that had held her all afternoon. He left the handcuffs on making sure that they weren’t too tight. He then picked up her limp body and carried her back to the house.

“I’m sorry that I disappointed you Sir.” April whispered.

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