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Jim Simmons let out a sigh when the when the airfield came into site. After spending the last three months in country he was looking forward to being out of the range of people who wanted to kill him.

Ever since he arrived in Vietnam, 180 days ago, it seemed that he has dodging bullets. Now all he has to do is land and he’ll be able to breath easy for a few days.

Jim has been looking forward to R her gleaming white teeth were perfectly framed by her full red lips.

Jim stared at her. He let her image be burned into his mind. This is the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, he thought to himself. I never want to forget her.

Lisa pulled Jim to her. He softly kissed her warm smooth chest. Lisa cradled Jims head in her arms holding him close to her bosom. Jim felt Lisa breath deep as he pressed his lips against her.

Jim’s kisses trailed down her body. He kissed her nipples, teasing them with his tongue.

Lisa shivered as electricity spread through her body.

Jim’s kisses followed the outline of her ribs until he arrived at her hip.

Jim kissed her belly along the top of her paints making his way toward her navel. At the same time his hands were unbuttoning her pants and lowering the zipper.

Jim looked up at Lisa as his hand slipped into her fatigues. Unspoken words were exchanged as she raised her hips and Jim slid the paints off of her body.

Jim breathed deeply taking in the perfume of a sensual woman. Jim pressed his face against the çankaya escort plain white panties. He could feel her warmth, He could feel her excitement. Jim slowly slipped the panties off her hips and down her legs.

Jim kissed the edges of her mound. Lisa’s hips rise to meet his kisses. Her leg’s spread, inviting him deeper into her most private places.

The tip of Jim’s tongue glided along the fold of her leg. Goosebumps covered Lisa’s body in response to the stimulation. Jim ran his tongue along the fold of other leg and Lisa began to squirm. Lisa reached down and ran her fingers through Jim’s hair.

She guided him to her pussy. Jim teased her with his tongue, gently licking her pussy lips.

“I can’t take it anymore” she moaned. She pulled him into her pussy. “Lick It” she pleaded, “please no more teasing.” With a smile on his face Jim complies with her request.

He pushes his tongue deep into her pussy. He can taste her juices and he feels them coat his chin. He presses his tongue hard against her as he lick between her vagina and clit.

Lisa begins to moan as her hips rock in time with his tongue.

Lisa wrapped her legs around Jims head as he lightly sucks on her clit. Lisa’s moans become louder and more intense.

Jims slips his fingers into Lisa’s pussy. His pace quickened as he brings her closer to orgasm. Faster and faster Jim sucked and finger fucked Lisa’s pussy.

Lisa’s hips were bucking against his fingers as he feels her pussy tighten ankara rus escort around his fingers.

Lisa tried not to scream but she could not control herself. As the orgasm took control of her body sounds of a sexually satisfied woman escaped her.

Jim’s fingers are bathed in her juices but he had little time to enjoy it.

Jim’s keen senses became aware that Lisa’s cries may draw attention.

Jim was scanning the room looking for a place to hide expecting the M.P.’s to be busting through the door any moment.

Lisa regained her composure and reoriented Jim to the task at hand.

Lisa pushed Jim to the mattress and straddled his hips.

“Nothing in here for you to worry about but me solder” Lisa said and she leaned over and kissed his neck.

Jim looked up at the beautiful women above him. Jim concentrated on the way her breasts swayed in rhythm with her hips as she ground her pussy into Jim’s erection.

In a quick motion Lisa slide Jim’s aching dick into her wet pussy.

Lisa’s hip’s were raising up and crashing down on Jims hard cock.

Jim was thrusting himself up to meet her.

The couples eyes were focused on each other as the pace and passion increased.

Jim, feeling his primal desire taking over sat up and put Lisa on her back. With animalistic drive Jim was thrusting his dick deep into her swollen pussy.

Faster and harder the two pushed towards their goal.

The wet slurping sounds of Jim’s ankara yabancı escort dick pumping Lisa’s pussy only encouraged him to work harder.

Jim was grunting with each forceful thrust.

Lisa was digging her fingernails into Jims back, trying to hold herself close to his possessed body.

With fearsome power Jim penetrated Lisa’s wanting organ until he could not hold back anymore.

With Lisa’s legs wrapped around Jim’s body Jim delivered one last thrust.

Cum flooded Lisa’s pussy as Jim let out a conquering cry.

Exhausted Jims collapsed onto Lisa’s chest.

Sweat and sexual fluids trickled across both of their bodies as they attempted to catch their breaths.

No words were spoken as they lay together holding hands.

“SLAM”

Jim is startled back to reality. As another solder steps into the barracks letting the screen door slam behind him.

Jim finishes his shower and dresses in his new uniform.

Jim hustles across the base. He has a date and he does not want to keep her waiting.

“I wish there was a place to buy her flowers” he thinks to himself “but this is Vietnam, surely she will understand if I arrive empty handed”.

Jim makes his way down to hall to the NCO club.

He sees her at the bar.

“I’m nervous” He thinks to himself realizing that his hands are sweating. “After all I’ve been through how can I be afraid of a woman!”

“Calm down” Jim thinks to himself as he walks towards her.

Sensing his presents Lisa turns around.

Her eyes were big and bright. Her shiny brown her cascaded over her shoulders and her bright red lips invited him to kiss her.

Jim breathed deep as there lips meet. She smelled wonderful and clean. She smelled like soap.

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Saturday was not a good day, the whole week had been horrible and the N’oreaster rolling through did little to improve my psyche. Sleep deprived I arrived at “Werks” earlier than normal, not expecting to see Kate nor really caring if I did. I quickly became engrossed in my reading and was only distracted when I found my cup empty. I had been there two hours when Kate showed up an hour later than normal. Despite the weather, she seemed to be in a decent mood. Looking back I regret how I behaved that day, though I was capable of nothing more.

I barely acknowledged Kate as she sat down; offering her no greeting and no smile. I just kept my nose in the book and didn’t even look up. She tried to talk to me a couple of times but I didn’t respond, not even with a grunt. My rudeness eventually took its toll, Kate dealt with my indifference for about 20 minutes before rising silently to leave. I heard her push the chair back, I wasn’t going to say a word but something; maybe it was weakness, desperation or guilt caused me to speak. I didn’t even look up as the words seeped from me in little more than a whisper.

“My mother died.”

It was the first personal or intimate detail I had shared with Kate. Up to that point I had been vague, sharing little more than surface details about myself. She sat back down, my bleary eyes rose from the book to her. She looked very composed, maybe even relieved; reaching across the table she took hold of my hand and I closed “Guyton’s Book of Medical Physiology.”

We sat silently for a moment before I spoke. Kate just held my hand as I began to describe the dysfunction of my family. She listened patiently as I spoke of my brother returning home, damaged emotionally from Vietnam when I was four. My mother whose personal demons tore at the fabric of our family until my parents separated when I was eight. I spoke about my father, brother and of my mother an unsteady and unbalanced fixture trying to do her best just to function.

It felt I like had been speaking for hours; as if I had let forth the ugliest, most venomous parts of myself to this woman who intrigued me so; who caused me so many conflicted emotions, who I wanted so to impress and who I really knew nothing of. I felt completely exposed. It seemed that I had been talking for an eternity, it had been less than twenty minutes. When I stopped it took only a moment for me to compose myself. With her still holding my hand she asked;

“Billy when was the service?”

“Yesterday.” I said flatly

“Where?”

“Thermopolis”

“When did you get in?” She asked.

“This morning, I took the red eye from Salt Lake.” I said flatly.

Kate stayed there with me for a few moments before I withdrew my hand. I forget what I said to her, I knew she had to pick up her girls. I knew that I had taken advantage of her kindness and I sensed that I would probably never see her again. We walked to the door together, she was wrapped in a Burberry raincoat that only left her face exposed and I was in a cheap black plastic slick that barely fit.

We stepped outside and paused underneath the awning, she looked up at me and said; “Billy, I am so sorry.” Then she lifted herself to her toes and embraced me. I was shocked by how grateful I was for the human contact that I brought my arms around her without thinking. I held her for just long enough to feel her relax in my embrace and for the scent of her perfume to tease me; regaining my composure, reality returned and I released her.

We stepped back from each other and she reached up to wipe away the rain trickling down my face.”Are you okay, Billy?” she said with a concern I had heard very few times up to that point in my life. I smiled weakly and nodded in response before turning around. “I must be okay, my heart is still beating” I thought to myself and I headed home.

I really just wanted to be by myself or that is what I thought until I returned to the emptiness of my apartment, suddenly I felt isolated and very insecure. Earlier in the week I called in to work and let Siobhan know what happened and she had covered my shifts through the weekend. Now, alone in my apartment I realized that I had to get out or else I was going to engage in less than constructive behavior. I called Siobhan at home and asked if anyone needed a shift covered. My desperation must have been evident, because she told me she would find something and to just show up at the “Circle” at five. I then threw some gear into a bag and walked up to campus in the rain and worked out.

At five I showed up at work, Siobhan watched me as I walked in and with some concern said:

“Jesus Billy, when did you last sleep?”

“I got a couple hours on the flight from Salt Lake.” I replied.

“You know, I can get someone else to work the door tonight.” She said.

“I’m good, I’ll stock everything up and help out Sue behind the bar until it gets busy.”

Everyone must have sensed the foulness of my mood, I imagine that I exuded an air of anger, frustration çankaya escort and raw angst, because they avoided me for the most part. Both Amy and Beth were working, and they each came up to me and gave me a small hug and some reassurance. I tried to be gracious but I know that I appeared cold and numb. Later I was going down to the stockroom to grab a couple cases of light beer. I was unlocking the stock room door when I felt someone lightly lay a hand on the back of my shoulder. I turned slowly to find Tricia the hostess behind me. She kept her hand on me, with a cocked head she smiled slightly, stepped forward and gave me a gentle hug.

For some reason I didn’t just stand there stiffly with my arms limply at my side. I actually raised my arms around her and pulled her snugly against me, her head wedged like a puzzle piece into the crook of my neck. Tricia and I had never touched before this moment and there was something comforting about this embrace, but I also sensed something….something more than affection, something raw and real; something we had sensed but never acknowledged or acted upon. I held her for a minute before releasing her. She stepped back from me and adjusted my tie, before slowly turning around and heading down the hall, as she turned into the dining room she looked over her shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile.

The storm was winding down but it was still wet and windy and not many people were out and fewer were at the ‘Circle’. There was no reason to cover the door; so, I spent most of my time working as the bar back and busing tables for the wait staff. By nine we had shut down the kitchen and there were only a handful of patrons at the bar. Siobhan told Tricia and I that we could clock out. I went to the back and found Tricia pulling on her black vinyl rain coat.

“Heading to the ‘T’?” Tricia asked.

“Yup.”

“Want to share an umbrella?” She asked patting hers.

Smiling in response I nodded.

We headed out into the rain, I held the umbrella over us and Tricia hooked her arm into mine as we started towards the ‘T’ station. After a few steps Tricia broke silence.

“How you holding up Doc?”

Doc was a nickname she had given me when we first started working together, a few others called me that.

“Not bad…” I replied.

“Everyone was surprised to see you tonight.”

“Well, I needed to get out…it was good even if people avoided me.” I said with a chuckle.

“Well what do you expect Doc, you’re a loner who is aloof on your best days.” Tricia said looking up at me.

“I’m not a loner….I’m just introverted.” I replied with a tinge of sarcasm.

“I’m introverted; you’re an extroverted loner who is just a bit intense.”

“Am not.” I answered sarcastically.

Tricia’s only response was to look up at me with a smirk and to roll her eyes.

There weren’t many people on the street but a there were a few more in the underground shelter of the station. Pulling the umbrella closed I noticed a couple of men staring at Tricia. I wasn’t surprised, Tricia was quite striking: She was 5’8, incredibly thin (she was FLAT as a board and had no ass) maybe 110 pounds, sported dyed shoulder length hair that varied from one dark tone to another depending on the week and her skin was very fair, almost translucent.

Tonight, as usual, she wore no makeup with the exception of dark lipstick, mascara and eyeliner, which accentuated her already gaunt features. Even though her black vinyl rain coat covered the black sheer top (that only just obscured the black bra underneath) and her leather skirt, one could glimpse the fishnet stockings that slid into her knee high lace up black boots. Sensing the attention that she was drawing, I stepped closer to Tricia put my arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her to me. Tricia looked up at me and smiled before wrapping her arm around my waist and leaning her head against my chest.

We stayed silently attached on the platform until the train pulled up. For me it felt almost natural to have my arm around her; I felt comfortable, content and at peace for the first time that week. We boarded the train and sat down together; Tricia leaned against me, her head on my shoulder and rested her hand casually on my knee. We had ridden the “T” together a number of times but never like this. We sat contently not even talking while the train made its run. We had just pulled out of the last station before Tricia’s stop, pulling her head off of my shoulder she looked at me.

“Doc it’s still kind of early. Do you want to come over and watch a movie or something?”

I smiled and replied;”Sure.”

I had never been to Tricia’s before. We climbed out of the station and crossed a bridge over one of the old channels and walked arm in arm into what once had been the “garment district” but was becoming an artists’ colony of sorts. It was only a three or four minute walk through nearly abandoned streets, until we came to a large six story brick structure that looked ankara rus escort like it had been a warehouse or factory in the past. We walked into a pseudo lobby that had a large ad in the window advertising “loft condos” and headed to a freight elevator. Entering the elevator Tricia hit “6”.

“Great building.” I said trying to break the silence.

“Thanks, it used to be a leather goods warehouse. I got a great deal on my condo through the redevelopment authority. They’re trying to get artists to move into this part of the city.”

I vaguely remembered that Tricia had mentioned going to art school in Providence. “Photography?” I volunteered.

Tricia smiled coyly slightly raising her eyebrows.

“Good memory…my BA was in visual arts.”

“How did you get involved in social work?”

“Well Doc, I needed a way to support my artistic obsession; so, I got my MS in social work to avoid starvation.” She said giggling.

The elevator came to a slow lurching halt; I stepped forward, unlocked the gate and pulled it open. We stepped into a long, fairly wide hallway that ran the length of the building. Tricia took my hand and led me down the cavernous corridor. Stopping at the last large industrial door Tricia unlocked it and pushed it open. I followed her into the darkness and heard the click of a light switch. Almost instantaneously the light spread and large room unveiled itself.

“Wow!” I exclaimed slowly.

“It’s not bad, it’s nice to have a corner unit, plus I have roof rights; so, someday I will have a roof deck.” Tricia explained pulling off her coat.

It was a large space, probably thirty feet by forty with twelve foot ceilings. Each of the exterior walls had a bank of fifteen foot long factory windows that started three feet off the floor and continued almost to the ceiling. There were no walls aside from a separate enclosure hidden in a corner that I guessed to be the bathroom. The bedroom, kitchen and den were distinct spaces divided by waist high shelves that were pulled together by her studio space. The place felt like a combination gallery, studio and home; her art was displayed everywhere yet it was not chaotic but comfortable.

Tricia, walked over to the kitchen area and started to rummage around.

“There’s a coat tree by the door Billy…Kettle One and Tonic?”

“Yes, please.” I replied as I pulled off my soaked jacket and shoes before walking over to the kitchen. Tricia handed me my drink and announced “cheers” before clinking her glass against mine. We both took a sip.

“Doc, I’m going to change feel free to look around and make yourself comfortable.” She said in almost a giddy tone before leaving the kitchen with her drink.

I started walking towards one of the windows when the lights dimmed and I heard the door to the bathroom close. She had a decent view; I could imagine that she could see part of the harbor in daylight, she could also see into the building (and they could see into hers) across the street. The other window appeared to be perched above the corner of the street and the alley, giving a glimpse of the skyline. After checking out the views I began looking at her art work. Most of it was photographs, many black it was a mish mash of landscapes, cityscapes, portraits, casual shots of people and a number of nudes. Her work was good and after a few minutes I wandered back to one of the windows and gazed out.

“Not much to see at night.” Tricia announced almost startling me.

Turning around I was glad that there wasn’t much light, the dusky glow hid the look on my face. With no visible self consciousness she approached me carrying her drink through the dimly lit loft. Tricia, was known for her fashion sense, she had the ability to balance sexy with tasteful, knowing how to tease without being blatant. She had changed out of her fish nets and skirt and had put on a very sheer black thigh long cover up that tied up in front. I could just make out the contour of a nipple through the material, lower I could just barely discern the outline of her panties. Her legs were long, toned, thin but not spindly just like her arms; her flat torso was proportional to the rest of her linear form. A fresh coat of dark purple (almost black) gloss coated her thin lips, and it seemed to me that she had also freshened up her dark mascara and eyeliner. In the dim light the dark accents contrasted with her pale skin making her face seem sharper and more angular.

Tricia walked up next to me and I turned to look out the window with her.

“Can you see the harbor during the day?” I asked, silently hoping that my “gawking” hadn’t been too obvious.

“You can make out a little of it from the other window. The view is better on the roof. From here it’s pretty urban and industrial.” She said stepping

next to me.

Looking out she took a sip of her drink then looked at me.

“I can see into all the condos across the street, which is sometimes interesting.” She said with a glint ankara yabancı escort from her eyes.

“I bet it is.”

She then placed her hand on the small of my back and walked me over to the other window.

“This where the real action is.”

I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not. Looking out all I could was the brick wall of a taller building and the entrance to a dark alley lit by a few side lights.

“Really?” I said giving her a questioning look.

Tricia giggled while she put her arm around my waist and pulled herself against me.

“That’s where the hookers bring their johns.” She said with glee.

“Hmmm…” I muttered not sure how I should respond.

“Sometimes they pull up in a car and you can’t tell exactly what they’re doing. Sometimes they get out of the car or walk over to the doorway there and you can watch them fuck their johns or blow them.”

I stared down at the doorway, more of an alcove and thought about Tricia watching the nefarious activities of others.

“I never would have pegged you as a voyeur.” I said in sardonic tone.

“C’mon Doc, I’m a photographer of course I’m a voyeur.”

“Yeah…there is a difference between observing someone unseen and being a voyeur. I could be wrong but I thought that a voyeur gets some type of sexual thrill or satisfaction from watching others.”

With a devilish grin Tricia looked at me and raised her thin eye brows before taking another sip of her drink.

“Well, I find it fascinating and I objectify the hookers and their john’s. I try not to think of why they’re selling themselves but focus on what they’re doing.”

I turned to face Tricia and leaned against wall next to the window.

“Does it arouse you?” I asked

Tricia’s eyes squinted a bit and a sly little smile came to her dark lips.

“It’s taboo, its deviant. I could never sell myself to a stranger but the sexual context of it fascinates and intrigues me.”

I processed what Tricia said and really had no response, for a couple of moments we both stared out the window at the doorway six floors below us, then Tricia spoke.

“So, Doc have you ever bought a whore.” She asked softly.

I finished the last of my drink and placed the empty glass on top of a waist high book case that divided the living area from her studio.

“Kind of….” I replied my voice trailing off.

A wicked grin came to Tricia’s lips and she gave me an expectant look.

“In college I knew this girl, Sean, cute and bright but was more into the social aspects of school that the academics. She dropped out after sophomore year and started working as a bank teller.” I said before pausing.

“yeah….” Tricia prodded.

“So the year after my girlfriend graduated and we broke up, Sean and I became fuck buddies.”

‘Uh…Doc there’s a huge difference between being a fuck buddy and being a whore.”

“Hold on…I’m getting to the good part.” I said before continuing.

“So one day Sean calls me in a panic. Her car broke down and needs $150 of work done.”

“Let me guess…she didn’t have $150.” Tricia chimed in.

“Yeah, so I tell her I’ll loan her the cash.”

“You’re such a nice guy.”

I shot Tricia a sarcastic look and continued.

“I get to her apartment and she answers the door only wearing a tank top that barely goes past her ass.”

“I’m guessing that wasn’t her normal attire?”

“No Tricia, it wasn’t.”

“So Doc, how did this business transaction proceed?”

“Well, I gave her the money and was about to see if she wanted to go out to dinner, but uh….well she uh..had other ideas.”

“I bet she did. So, did she ever pay you back with cash or was this a ‘services rendered’ barter?”

“Services rendered barter.” I replied somewhat sheepishly.

“What was the sex like? Was it any different than normal?” Tricia asked.

I paused for a moment and looked out the window down at the alcove.

“It was different. I knew she wasn’t going to pay me back. So I felt like I had permission to do whatever I wanted. It was more intense, rougher than usual. She was more submissive but also I could tell she was into it. It almost seemed as if she liked getting fucked like that and getting money for it.”

I stopped talking and looked at Tricia who looked like the ‘cat who swallowed the canary’.

“Was that the only time you paid her for sex?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you ever get together again?”

“Yup.”

“Was the sex as intense as it was when she whored herself?”

“No, it was like it had been before; good but not nearly as exciting.”

Tricia stepped away from me and walked towards the large antique wooden bed that was in front of the other window and placed her empty glass on a small table that held couple of cameras, then turned back to me. Even in the low light I could see the determined look on her face as she sauntered back towards me and asked;

“If you had a whore now, what would you do to her?”

I knew what was happening but I still was trying to process the situation. I was tired, my emotions were in complete tumult and I wanted Tricia badly.

Tricia walked up to me and took hold of my damp shirt with both hands, pulled me against her and looked up at me.

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It’s late at night. I can picture you at your computer, having just gotten out of a long, hot shower, the day’s aggravations and stresses completely washed away. You’re relaxed and your skin is warm and a little damp still. Every muscle in your body is loose and comfortable. You’ve wrapped a soft dark cotton bath towel around your waist and your hair is down and loose against your neck. You’re checking your email one last time before going to bed, making sure you didn’t miss any important messages from friends and family. Upon entering your email, you see nothing new in your inbox. You decide to read through the messages you’d received and read through earlier in the day. There are a couple of messages from each of your sisters, telling you about their lives on campus and crabbing about certain Professors they have for classes. Your father sent you a copy of the building plans for a new garage he wants you to help him build in back of the house when the weather gets warmer outside. (This elicits a grumble out of you and a few choice words.) You read through çankaya escort a message from your brother, and check out the latest picture of your nephew, who just had a birthday. You come across the message from me. The one with the provocative picture. With one hand on the mouse and a smile on your face, you open the message. My smiling face and naked breasts appear on your screen like magic. Your smile widens. You’re not sure why I decided to send you a picture like that out of the clear blue, but you’re not complaining. You look at the picture, seeing my long blonde hair, soft, pale skin, and even paler pink nipples. Your other hand is…elsewhere. Without looking down, you move your hand through the folds of the towel at your waist until it touches your cock. It twitches to life immediately.

With your eyes on the screen, your hand begins to slide over your cock, circling the head in light, quick circles. Your hand slides across the length of your cock then. You’re gentle at first, enjoying the vicious tingle that races up your shaft to your balls, then ankara rus escort more firm as you feel yourself starting to get hard. Your breathing deepens. You shift your position slightly in the chair. You let your mind wander and remember back to a rickety old front porch you once knew a long time ago. Seems like another lifetime, doesn’t it? Warm Summer nights, faint breezes carrying the scent of lilacs up to a second floor porch, citronella candles burning in the dark to ward off mosquitoes, long conversations with me that went nowhere and everywhere at the same time,…deep, slow kisses against the corner pillar where neighbors could see us if they happened to look out their windows.

As you remember, your hand moves along your cock faster, harder. Your eyes close suddenly, your breathing harsh in the quiet of your house. A low moan bubbles up from deep in your throat. You feel the hard, hot cock between your legs, pulsing…aching for release. You’re remembering how it felt to have my warm, wet mouth wrapped around you, licking quickly, sucking ankara yabancı escort you deep into my throat as your fingers tangled themselves in my hair. Your thumb brushes the tip quickly…back and forth, pre-cum all over your hand. You’re getting closer to that release.

In your distant memory, you hear my voice, gasping softly in your ear as you drive me crazy with your touch on sensitive places on my body. Your memories are vivid as you remember how my body would slide against yours when I got excited, breasts teasing your rock solid chest. You remember how my hands would come up and tangle themselves in your hair, pulling your mouth down to mine for heated, passionate, tongue-tangling kisses. You recall how I’d moan into your mouth when your hands would come up and gently tweak and play with my nipples through my cotton T-shirt as we kissed. With a low growl and a final solid stroke of your cock, you explode into your loosely cupped hand, moaning loudly…succumbing to the waves of pleasure running wildly through your body.

After a few minutes, you collapse back in your chair, panting, opening your eyes. My picture is gone, your email long closed. You don’t know how that happened, and chuckle softly. Time for bed. As you stand up, the towel falls from your hips to the floor with a soft sound. You barely notice…

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Prelude

It was cold outside. Snow falling around us in a blizzard like effect. Maybe I should have been cold but I was past the point of numbness, past the point of pain even. And you know it’s over when you’ve passed that point. You can kid yourself as much as you want but once you’ve passed that point, the joke is over. A depressing thought I know. I looked slowly to my left and saw him sitting beside me, looking half gone. And I wondered if I could even safe him much less myself. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted. Maybe it was for the best. I wished for the same blissful oblivion. But it never came. A small knocking on the floor caught my attention briefly before the wind howled over it. I scooted closer to him for warmth. There wasn’t much on the floor of the cabin but a small amount. I shivered. And in that moment I realized we were going to die. Alone. And nobody would ever find us.

Chapter One

“Piper, why don’t you finish the book?” A voice called behind me as I closed my laptop deftly and spun my chair around. Smiling in the doorway was my husband. Even though I was pissed at him I had to smile back. I can never seem to stay angry at him. No matter how hard I try. He tilted his head and continued to smile at me. I stood up and threw a piece of paper at him. He laughed and stepped into my computer room.

“You’ve been toying around with it for months now. And you’re no closer to an ending than you where when you started. How many times are you going to change it?” he teased. I walked to the doorway and ruffled his dark hair as if he were a little boy. He frowned at me and started fixing it as soon as I drew my hand away. His green eyes flashing momentarily with anger.

“As many times escort ankara as it takes.” I replied with a shrug. “A true author is never truly satisfied with their own work. They always find another flaw.” I added. He smirked at me.

“Their own worst critic.” He concluded. I nodded and shoved him into the hall way. Then followed him into the kitchen. Chance is really a very attractive man. I could never understand what he saw in me. He stands six feet seven inches. With a body to die for, black hair with bangs that frequently fall into his gorgeous green eyes and hide how he really feels. I always tell him his eyes say volumes even when he doesn’t. He frowns every time I do.

There are times when I wonder if he had asked my best friend Linda to dance that night in the bar instead of me, he’d probably be married to her now. Which always makes my gut twist slightly with jealousy. From the moment I first saw him when Linda and I had walked into the bar I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Of course my overly flirtatious friend Linda had to make several comments about my not so subtle drooling.

We had sat down at the bar opting out of grabbing a table. After ordering our drinks Chance had made his way over to us and started talking to Linda. I had pretended to ignore them but inside I was more disappointed than I could imagine. Much to my shock however, Chance had turned to me in the middle of their conversation and smiled.

“Do you want to dance? Or is your card full for the night?” He’d asked with the teasing smile I’d learned to love instantly.

“Do they still make dance cards?” I’d countered. He’d laughed set his drink next to Linda and led me onto the dance floor.

Thinking about this now while I was grabbing escort etlik a glass of iced tea made me smile. Chance caught my smile and gave me a quizzical look.

“What are you smiling about?” He asked grabbing a glass of iced tea as well.

“Oh just thinking about how we got together.” I replied with a giggle. He laughed and set his glass down.

“You still haven’t a clue what I was saying to Linda do you?” He asked and gave me a wide grin. I sat down at the table and shook my head.

“She would never tell.” I admitted. He laughed again and grabbed his glass coming to sit beside me. He shook his head.

“I bet she wouldn’t. Since I was grilling her about you.” He said. I choked on my tea.

“Me?” I managed. He laughed harder this time and nodded.

“She was very insulted. She thought I wanted to dance with her. Poor girl. I felt bad using her like that. But if I recall correctly she got her dance at our wedding. Have you called her lately?” He asked.

“Yesterday actually.” I said. He smirked and picked up the book he had been reading before coming to bother me. I looked around our kitchen smiling.

Chance and I had dated for almost a year before he popped the question during a family Thanksgiving dinner. Of course my father had nearly blown a vein he was so mad. Chance neglected to be the “Proper gentleman” my father thought I should marry and not asked my father’s permission for my hand in marriage. My older sister had thought it was insanely romantic and of course I had been shocked.

My father had softened some when he got to walk me down the aisle and see how happy I was. And shortly after the wedding I had moved into Chance’s house. Changing how he used to live. He escort demetevler hadn’t seemed to mind. We’d been happily married for nearly seven years now. It felt almost as natural as breathing. Which I sometimes commented as being eerie. Chance called it destiny.

He set his book down and looked at me strangely for a moment.

“You know, I have yet to read your book I wonder why that is.” He said. I shrugged and took my empty glass to the sink without comment. He sat there patiently waiting for me to say something.

“Well it’s not finished.” I said after a lengthy silence. He snorted and came up behind me. Pulling me against him and nuzzling my neck. I giggled and started to push him away. He held fast.

“I’m not interested in the ending; I’m interested in how it starts.” He said softly. He kissed my cheek and pulled me a little harder against him.

“Promises. Promises.” I murmured. He looked mildly insulted and then laughed and spun me around.

“Oh come on Piper, you know I’m dying to read your book. I haven’t read anything new from you in nearly a year. Please let me read it.” He pleaded. I thought for a moment, kissed him and walked back down the hall to my computer room. I turned back on my laptop and printed out what I had then brought it back to him.

“I don’t want to hear any wise cracks from you.” I warned. He held up his right hand.

“Scouts honor.” He swore. I burst out laughing and handed him the pages.

“You aren’t a scout.” I said. He took the pages and tilted his head looking at me carefully.

“I wanted to be one.” He admitted. I laughed. He took the pages I’d given him and went to sit back down at the table. I sighed heavily and went to resume my struggling with the rest of the book. He whistled at me as I left the room I spun around peeked back around the corner and gave him a stern look.

“Read!” I commanded

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted and went back to the book. I snickered and went back into my computer room.

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For most people, it’s hard to earn money when you’re going to college. For Sarah Nerato, it was no different. She’d been going to City College in Southern California, a mecca for young hot women and a place where Sarah was right at home, for a couple years and wanted more out of life- more fun and more money. She was a fairly superficial girl, like most there. She worked hard on her looks even though they didn’t really need much work. At 5’5″ and just over 100lbs she was petite and thin with dark Eastern European and Hawaiian coloring, big brown eyes, long dark hair a beautiful almond shaped face with big pouty lips. All of this was exceptional enough, but what was truly contrary to expected genetics were her tits- big perky natural 36C tits stood proud and firm with the weightlessness of youth and the slight bounce of naturalness. She worked out regularly, tanned and took care of herself like it was a full time job. She knew eventually her looks would make her rich in one way or another, but she didn’t know which way yet, so she studied acting casually and dated her boyfriend casually.

She couldn’t pinpoint why exactly she started stripping…maybe it was because she loved to see men ogling her incredible hotness, maybe it was because she loved the intensely erotic act of writhing on stage, one definite reason, however, was the money. She was racking it in every night she danced. Men had never seen anyone so beautiful, not to mention anyone so beautiful half naked, before and she knew it and could count it in every dollar she earned every night. She loved her boyfriend in a casual way, but something inside her told her she was wasting her eroticism on him…to be young, to take chances, to have fun, why not when you’re 20, hot and busty?

Friday night, and the group of young men came in to the Pussy Cat in prototypical bachelor party fashion. One sheepish looking young man, maybe 26 tall and somewhat cute, being shuffled in behind a group of grinning idiots. The sheepish guy took the middle seat in front of the main stage, and the rest surrounded him, laughing like morons. Sarah was at the bar, waiting to go on in a couple hours, occasionally she’d make money just by showing her tits to guys, and she enjoyed just hanging out while still getting more attention than the girl on stage. One of the bigger grinning idiots from the group, a broad shoulder, somewhat cute guy in his late twenties, approached Sarah and drunkenly slurred,

“I promised my buddy over there,” pointing to the obvious groom to be, “That I would find the hottest girl in the place and buy him a private dance, and you have got to be the single hottest piece of stripper ass in this place.”

She was wearing a corset and short booty shorts, which left little to the imagination. She usually liked the attention, but usually the guys were worshipful and shy around her, this guy had an arrogant face and an overconfident smile. Also, his breath smelled like tequila, too much tequila.

“I usually don’t do private dances,” Sarah replied.

The guy grinned wider, “I’m a lawyer. I’m pretty much made of money. I can pay you…a lot.”

OK asshole, Sarah thought. This guy was more than a little cocky.

Sarah grinned at this, “I guess I could do one for $400.”

“What?! Isn’t it usually 100 tops?!” The guy looked flabbergasted.

“Yeah, but do you see any girl in here as hot as me?” Sarah could be just as cocky if she wanted.

He laughed, “You better be sucking some dick for $400, girly.”

“Excuse me?!” Now it was Sarah who was nonplussed.

She turned to walk away from this drunken ass when he grabbed her arm with his big sweaty hand.

“Wow, wow, girly. No need to take offense. I’m sure it’d be worth it just to see you out of that skimpy little outfit. I’ve never seen such a little hottie with such big titties before! Are those things real?”

Sarah had had just about enough.

“Listen asshole, I’m getting pretty tired of your shit, and I’m about to call my friend Mike over there to kick your ass out of here.”

She gestured to a humongous gargoyle of a bouncer standing by the door, and the drunk guy quickly swallowed.

“Wow, wow. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. My mouth gets me in trouble sometimes. I’m Dave.”

He stuck out his hand to shake hers, and after eyeing it suspiciously for a moment, Sarah reluctantly shook it

“Sarah.”

“Okay, Sarah. It’s nice to meet you. Like I said, I’m flush tonight…like always.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. This cocky asshole was unbelievable.

“But $400 is a bit steep. I may have to do some quality control to see if it’s worth it.” Dave looked her up and down, and she felt his eyes on her body.

“Quality control?” She asked.

“Yeah, you give me a quick lapdance for $100, just two songs, and I’ll see if it’s worth it for my buddy.”

Her patience was wearing thin, and if only to get rid of this guy, who was starting to piss her off, she agreed.

“Fine, asshole. Let’s go.”

Dave çankaya escort laughed at this. “Ooooh this pussy cat likes to scratch!” Again Sarah rolled her eyes, this guy was getting on her nerves.

She led him back to a small dark 10X10 room with a curtain and a good deal of distance separating them from the club.

“Mmmm, I like it back here. Nice and private.”

Dave said having a seat on the small black leather couch in front of Sarah.

“Okay, asshole. Just shut the fuck up and thank God you even get to look at me, and remember, no touching or we are done here.”

Looking him over, Sarah noticed he was a pretty big guy, about 6’3″ with pretty wide shoulders, not unattractive, but definitely not the hottest guy ever, although from his cocky grin, you’d never know. Sarah was dressed in a black corset and black booty shorts with nylons. Dave noticed that she somehow resembled both Megan Fox or Mila Kunis and at the same time didn’t, possessing a hotness all her own, he concluded however that she was definitely more on the hot side than cute, he also couldn’t believe how petite her frame was despite her obvious bustiness. Just looking at her he was already getting a chubby despite his intoxicated state, and he was very excited to see her dance, get naked, and feel her small round ass on his lap.

Sarah began dancing with the first song. Her eyes closed as she moved her hips and rubbed her petite, curvy body with her hands, enjoying the feeling of her own young flesh. She tended to get lost in the music when she danced, and she never wasted much time before shedding her clothes, as if even she couldn’t wait to feel her own naked young flesh. Dave gasped at everything he saw- the way she moved, her beautiful, suddenly lust-filled face, her full round tits, clearly real but youthfully weightless, her lithe young body moving to the music. Sarah was completely oblivious to the young asshole she had instantly hated, sitting there watching her move with a lewd sinister expression on his arrogant face. Sarah rubbed her hands down her body, somehow lost to thoughts of the young man. Suddenly she turned to watch Dave watch her, his confident gaze never leaving her face, it always turned her on to dance even if it was for some asshole, she worked her hands across her body feeling her tits and her pussy through her shorts. She slowly worked her shorts down while bending over revealing her small round ass, a red thong barely covering her small pussy.

As the first song ended, she thought to herself, ‘I’ll show this motherfucker who’s worth the money.’

“Nice first act, girly,” Dave said, repositioning himself, “Not worth $400, but you’re definitely one of the finest pieces of pussy I’ve ever seen,”

“One of? I thought I told you to shut the fuck up and just thank God you get to look at me.”

With her words, he realized that truly he’d never seen anyone nearly as hot in his life.

The second song began. She approached him and swung her leg over his right leg, positioning her small ass on his leg facing him. Slowly, rhythmically to the music, she began grinding her thong covered crotch across his right leg.

“Remember, no touching, asshole,” She reminded him.

She knew most men had a hard time resisting. And although she hadn’t given many lapdances before, she had problems with men’s inability to control themselves in the past. Ultimately, she was able to control most men in the past with her beauty and a few words alone, so she didn’t worry much. Suddenly, she turned around, bending over and showing Dave her small ass, wiggling it seductively in his face.

“I bet you want to touch this ass so bad, don’t you, asshole,” she teased.

She lowered her ass onto his lap, and as she began rubbing her ass across his groin for the first time, she felt a thick long bulge from his groin to his mid-thigh. The shape and feel of it told her it couldn’t be anything other than a big fat hard cock. She hesitated, startled momentarily from the huge distraction beneath her. ‘Holy fuck that’s big,’ she thought to herself. Dave noticed her noticing.

“Anything the matter, my little pussy cat?” Dave asked cockily.”

For once she was at a loss for words. Big cocks were a big turn on for Sarah, and this was a BIG one. Still, she hated this guy, his arrogance, bravado, and chauvinism- she couldn’t give him the satisfaction. She turned her head, trying to maintain her composure.

“I told you to shut the fuck up. I was just thinking I’ve probably never met as big of a dick as you in my life.”

“Met as big of a dick? Or did you mean ‘felt’,” Dave asked chuckling.

“Fuck you, you just can’t shut the fuck up can you. I guess I’ll have to make you shut up,” Sarah replied, trying to get control back over the situation.

Again, she began to move her small round ass across his groin in time with the music- a loud club jam that she knew had at least 5 minutes left. Up and down his seemingly impossible length, she moved ankara rus escort her luscious ass, feeling the meaty heat of the big cock beneath her. ‘Fuck that feels so big,’ she continued to think to herself. As the song thumped on, she continued writhing more vigorously, once again getting lost in the song and the heat of his cock right against her thong covered pussy, he clearly had worn some thin pants and had gone commando. Her breathing got heavier, and despite herself, she began grinding into him, feeling her pussy dampen and her nipples harden. Despite herself, her movements became a bouncing writhing fucking motion, moving up and down and grinding into his big cock. She began feeling her big round tits with her hands and leaning back against him. Her breathing became panting.

Suddenly Dave’s hands were on her tits pinching her nipples and squeezing her big tits. Abruptly, the reality of the situation dawned on her. Turning and trying to hide the lust in her eyes she faced Dave.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing asshole?! I told you NO touching.”

Dave had his same cocky grin on.

“Sorry, sorry. I guess I just misread the moment.”

For a moment, her breath caught as she stared down at the huge bulge in his pants. She was seated on his right leg still, and it was tenting down his left thigh. Clearly, she was staring, but somehow, she couldn’t stop. Again that lust came into her eyes.

“Or maybe I didn’t,” Dave chuckled as he quickly unzipped his pants, reached down his leg, and pulled out his cock.

Sarah’s mouth dropped as a huge hard fat dick swung up, swollen and inflamed with huge veins and an enormous fat prick head at the crown.

“Oh my god! What the fuck!” She almost yelled, bringing her hand to her mouth in a shocked expression.

It didn’t dissuade Dave. He started stroking his large prick in his hand. Sarah eyed the monster before her.

“Fuck, put it away motherfucker!” Why can’t you stop staring, Sarah thought to herself, as she tried to change her face from awe to disgust.

“You don’t really want that do you?” Dave asked chuckling. God she hated this cocky fucker, but she really liked the look of his big prick.

“Fuck you!” She said, still struggling to hold onto her dignity, “I can’t fucking believe what a jerk you are.”

She was covering her mouth, trying with everything in her not to look at his impressive specimen, but she wasn’t running away. Dave took this as a good sign. The house jam thumped on in the private room. Suddenly, it dawned on Sarah how private the room was, nobody could hear them. Dave continued to stroke his engorged meat.

“C’mon I could feel you rubbing on it. That was no normal lap dance, honey. You know you can’t stop staring at it,” He laughed. For the first time, Sarah smiled.

“You’re a real fucker you know that,” she said, slapping his shoulder hard.

“Ouch!” Dave joked, still stroking his cock, “Okay, I’ll tell you what. If you tell me to put it away one more time, I’ll put it away, pay you your money, and walk out of here. You never have to see me or my big prick again.” Dave smiled at Sarah’s face which clearly showed the signs of an internal struggle, wavering somewhere between lust and hatred.

Sarah knew she was fighting a losing battle, his huge dick had already made her pussy soaking wet, and some part of her had already resolved to fuck this asshole. Luckily for Dave, when Sarah decided to fuck a guy, that guy became the luckiest guy on earth for a little while. She knew how to fuck, how to talk dirty, how to use her young hot body, and she wasn’t opposed to taking cum in her mouth. She loved to fuck, and once her reluctance was out the window, she turned into a total shameless slut. No longer reluctant, she turned her attention to Dave, who sat still stroking his immense prick.

“Fuck. Why is it always assholes like you that have the big dicks?” She asked looking up into his face with her beautiful brown eyes and a wicked smile on her face.

“Just lucky I guess,” Dave chuckled.

Kneeling before him, Sarah gazed confidently into his face, “You’re about to find out how lucky,” she said, as she replaced his large hands with her dainty, manicured hands, which looked comically small as they vainly tried to encircle his manhood.

“You’re a cocky fucker, aren’t you? You think you’re just going to show me this huge cock, and I’m just going to get on my knees, wrap my little 20 year old hands around your big, fat cock,” she said, monologuing her actions, “and start worshipping every inch of your fat fuckpole?”

With both hands struggling to encompass the circumference of his wrist thick dick, she put the enormous head into her mouth, removed it with a loud popping sound, and licked the length of his prodigious shaft from the base back to the head.

“Mmmm, it’s so fucking big!” She wondered gazing as she stroked her spit up and down his huge shiny dick. “No wonder you’re such a cocky asshole. ankara yabancı escort Still I bet you’ve never had anyone as hot as me suck your big dick before, have you?” Dave looked down at the 20 year old, beautiful, petite, stacked stripper on her knees before him.

“Girly, nobody’s ever had a babe as hot as you suck his dick before. I sure do like those young pouty lips on my dick. I bet you have a boyfriend don’t you.” She giggled as she continued to gaze transfixed while stroking his huge member.

“Maybe,” She answered coyly, “But he doesn’t have a super fat monster dick, like this,” She said knowing this guy must love having his ego inflated.

“Girly, you don’t seem to be a stranger to big dicks,” Dave chuckled, as Sarah returned to the task of gagging on his immense cock.

“My boyfriend is about 7 inches. I thought that was big, yours is way longer and so much fatter.” She said returning to the task at hand. She began sucking the amazing big dick in front of her, amazed at how bloated and fat it looked in her small hands and how immense it felt filling her mouth and throat, every once in a while she’d stop and verbalize her thoughts, saying only the wickedest thoughts that crept into her perverted mind, “Fuck you have such a huge fucking dick!” Or, “I can’t believe how big this dick is!”

Her pussy was soaking her tiny thong, and young Sarah wanted to get fucked more and more with every lick of Dave’s big prick. After a few minutes of cock worship, playful licking and stroking, Sarah began jerking his prick with her left hand, as her other small hand crept down to her thong soaked pussy. She moved her small panties to the side and began furiously rubbing her clit and fingering her hole. Dave watched the enthralled babe before him, his cock eclipsing her young beautiful face with its size, as she lustfully sucked his cock and fingered her pussy. This girl was going to make him cum harder than any girl, or himself for that matter, had ever managed before. Finally, he felt like he was about to pop. ‘Not without fucking her first,’ he thought.

“You want to fuck that big dick girly?” Dave asked the pouting sex bomb before him who continued to stroke his cock with a coy grin on her face. Without answering, Sarah got up and removed her small red thong revealing a beautiful hairless pussy. She mounted Dave, reaching between her legs to grasp the base of his enormous prick as Dave began sucking her big firm 36C tits. She eased herself down onto his fat cock head.

“Fuck your dick is so fucking big!” She yelled as she began to take him inside of her tight, wet pussy, “You’re fucking stretching my pussy with your fat cock!”

She moaned as she began descending down his shaft. Dave’s big hands were on her petite round ass, squeezing her soft young flesh and guiding her down onto his immense cock. His cock was so thick at the base that, for a moment, Sarah wondered if she could take him, she rocked back up until just the tip was inside her then reaching between her legs and rubbing her soaked pussy she gathered her pussy juice and reached down to lube Dave’s cock with her juices.

“Fuck, I’ve got to get that big fat dick nice and wet for my little pussy.” She pouted at Dave.

“Fuck you’re such a horny little slut, aren’t you?” he asked, encouraging her dirty talk.

She guided herself down onto his cock taking his whole immense pole inside of her pussy, relishing the width and depth as it dove inside of her, filling her completely.

“FUCK! It’s so fucking big!” She yelled as she began rocking up and down his cock. “Suck those tits while I fuck myself on your big dick!”

Dave simply sat there enjoying this young slutty bombshell writhe on his cock, which was so hard it felt like a redwood tree. Sarah’s pussy was so deliciously tight she could feel every contour and vein of Dave’s dick. She felt so slutty riding this asshole’s big cock, and she couldn’t stop telling him how good it felt.

“You like watching your little stripper slut ride your giant dick? Fuck it’s so big and fat, it feels like a baseball bat is in my little pussy. Is it worth it? Huh? Paying little sluts money to fuck themselves on your huge cock?” Sarah pouted her big lips at Dave, her pussy was JUST accommodating his big cock, as it spread to its limits, and coated his pole in her young cream.

As yet another house jam started, she was starting to get some pace as she worked her pussy up and down his pole.

“Fuck it’s so big and hard! It’s so much dick to take in such a little pussy. You’re spreading my little pussy so wide. Are you going to fuck me til I can’t walk? Are you going to cripple me with your monster cock?”

She smiled as she goaded him on, inflating his ego and his cock with every filthy sentence,

“Look how fucking big it is inside me,” She said looking between her widespread legs, “My little pussy can barely take your huge cock. Oh fuck! My pussy is so wet, I’m cumming all over your huge cock.”

Dave suddenly lifted her off his dick and stood up.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he commanded.

She quickly dropped to her knees in front of the big man, his large cum-covered cock eclipsing her face with its mass, he swung it in front of her beautiful face.

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I stood outside the stage door, my heart thumping in my chest. I looked around the grubby sidewalk of the street downtown; I wasn’t the only one out here. There was the usual collection of lowlifes hanging around trying to bum smokes, guitar geeks that wanted to talk about gear and I wasn’t the only girl nervously checking her makeup and fixing her stockings. The band had just finished up their set and would be out the door any minute. The bouncer eyed the small crowd, looking for troublemakers and problematic drunks.

How had I come to be out here; dressed in a black camisole and miniskirt, my face made up like a Glamour Shot and wearing higher heels than I was ever inclined to otherwise? I was just some girl from the suburbs, barely a woman and just experienced enough to know what I wanted and I was determined to get it. It wasn’t really about the sex. Ok that was a lie. Of course it was about the sex. Music is sex.

I remember the first time my friend Helena mentioned a great new local band. I hadn’t gone with any expectations other than of hearing yet another mediocre indie rock outfit. This was different. The music was… powerful I guess is the right word. Every song spoke directly to me. I know that sounds conceited, but when music really hits me that is how it feels. My knees went weak. I was overwhelmed with emotions and sensations. I stood still and floated in a moment of bliss where sight and sound and everything else became perfect.

That’s when I really saw HIM for the first time. He was playing lead guitar. His jaw was tensed and his lips were puckered slightly in concentration as he focused on a solo. He was so beautiful I wanted to cry. Or maybe to laugh with joy. I had never felt so much all at once. Raw energy surged back and forth and around the room. Just as he finished with a flourish he looked me in the eye I swear I almost came right there in the middle of the bar. I was hooked.

I tried to make every show of theirs I could, treating them like my own personal Grateful Dead. If I was a little worn out the next day at work or had to struggle to find the cover I didn’t care. Seeing them was my drug. The electric look that would sear between him and me was more addictive than any high from drugs. I needed it. I had to have it.

I was single and had been for months. Oh I had the occasional date and even the occasional lay, but none of it was half as satisfying as standing in a crowded club with a hundred other people. Even crammed in shoulder to shoulder it felt more intimate than the best sex I had ever had. I had been going to their shows for about four months when I noticed them, the girls gathered on the side of the stage. They were always doing little things to help the band out; fetching drinks, untangling cords and I swear I even saw one sewing a button back on a pair of pants. In return the band showered smiles on them, bought the girls extra drinks and generally left with one or more of them after a show. “Ugh, groupies,” I heard the derisive dismissal of the group by a pair of sorority girls.

Groupies? Do those even exist anymore? I remembered hearing vague stories of the GTO’s, the Plaster Casters and others from the 60’s and 70’s; the notorious groupie gangs that made rock and roll so infamous in the era before the Moral Majority. But I didn’t really know anything more than vague names; Ms. Pamela, Cherry Vanilla, and Linda Eastman- Paul McCartney’s deceased wife. When I got home I logged on to my computer and started looking up some of the more ribald details I had heard about. With the exception of the Led Zeppelin mud-shark incident, which almost everyone says never happened; I was surprised to find out that far from being thought of as sluts most of the women were venerated by the male musicians. In the UK especially the women were more than just easy access sexual partners; they were the keys to almost every band’s support network.

The more I read, the more turned on I got. The more turned on I got the more I knew in that this was what I wanted. This was what I had been looking for; a synergistic relationship between artist and admirer.

A little hesitantly at the next show I walked over and said hi to the girls by the stage. Surprised to get a good reaction out of one of the other women in the room one of them motioned me over to stand by her. I did, keeping my eyes glued to my favorite guitar player. She noticed my attention and whispered, “You like Will, huh?”

Shamefaced, I blushed and nodded in response. “Oh sweetie, you’re just his type too. But let me guess. You’ve never….”

“Oh, I’m not a virgin,” I quickly answered turning even redder.

She giggled and said “I doubted that hon, but you’ve never….picked up a musician have you?”

I shook my head, some of my embarrassment receding but far from all of it. “Sweetheart it’s easier than you think. Next show put on the sexiest outfit you own and wait by the stage door for when they load out after the gig. I’m sure Will will come right to you. He’s barely taken his kızılay escort eyes off you the whole set.”

I shook my head in disbelief, it couldn’t be that simple! I started to stumble together a response when my new friend shushed me. “This is my favorite song. Why don’t we meet up for coffee tomorrow and you can ask me whatever you want?”

The next day I met up with my new friend Nancy at the corner café and couldn’t stop myself from immediately asking, “How did you start…..” I wasn’t sure how to finish that question. What was the politically correct term for a groupie?

She laughed as she sat down and stirred sugar into her coffee. “First of all, we don’t care what you call us. Call us groupies, call us sluts, call us whatever name you can come up with. It doesn’t really matter what people label us. We’re having fun and living our lives the way we want and what others think of it doesn’t matter. I’ve had pastors try and preach and mothers try and moralize, but what earthly reason is there to deny ourselves a good time? We’re all adults.”

“To answer your half-asked question, I’ve been friends with Cole the bass player since we were kids. In fact, he was my first love.” A dreamy look of nostalgic remembrance crossed her face. “Because of him I’ve been around musicians since I was 16. By the time I was legal I was out of my head being around that much music and so many good looking guys. But most guys won’t risk their necks for jailbait and treated me like a little sister. So I was their gopher, their errand girl. I loved the music so I wanted to do it.”

“One night shortly after my eighteenth birthday I was packing up the PA at the end of a house show when Casey from the Outlines came over to thank me for helping out. We started flirting and then he began giving me a back rub and from there things just kind of progressed. We started making out. Damn he was a good kisser,” she broke off briefly, that dreamy nostalgic look back in her eye “Anyway, he pulled me into one of the bedrooms and shut and locked the door behind him. He started muttering about how long he had wanted to see me naked and how much he loved my tits as he started pulling my clothes off. I didn’t stop him. When that door closed I knew I wanted it just as much as he did.”

“He started squeezing my breasts and I unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxers. Once that thing was out I didn’t even try to stop myself. I started sucking his dick like it was my lifeline.” Another dreamy look immediately replaced by one of steel. “Damn it tasted good and I had waited so long for someone to stop treating me like a kid. I was ready.”

“After a few minutes he said that he wanted to finish in me. I admit I was a bit nervous since at that time I had only been with Cole and a couple of other guys from school, but I let him steer me towards the bed. He grabbed a condom and asked me to help him get it on while he helped me get ready. I stroked his cock and worked the rubber over the shaft while he returned the oral favor. He was really good at that too.” She stopped her story again with another wistful look.

A moment later she continued. “So yeah, you can pretty much figure out the rest. He pulled me into bed and we fucked up a storm until the host of the party kicked everyone out a couple hours later.” She chuckled. “That was a little embarrassing, but he didn’t care and neither did anyone else. To them, two people hooking up at a show was normal.”

“The simple fact is- I love music and I love musicians. They get me hot. And I suspect you’re the same way. There’s no shame in it unless you accept shame for it.”

I listened wide-eyed to her tale and I couldn’t deny it had turned me on. I also couldn’t argue with her statement that shame was a function of other people. If I didn’t feel shame then there was no shame to be felt no matter what anyone else thought. It was that simple.

“All you have to do is show Will you want him and the rest will happen.”

Nancy’s words ran through my head as I checked my lipstick for the tenth time. She gave me an encouraging smile and a wink from the other side of the door. I nervously shifted my weight from one foot back to the other. It felt like I had been waiting for hours, but really only had been for about ten minutes. The bouncers gave a stern look to the crowd as they opened the door and a flow of roadies carrying equipment began coming out.

I saw Cole first, carrying his bass. He stopped and gave Nancy a kiss. She returned his kiss before turning to me and saying, “Cole, I want you to meet Amy. She really wants to meet Will.”

I blushed again as Cole looked at me and smiled. “Well hello Amy. We’ve seen you at shows for a while and were hoping you’d eventually introduce yourself. You look fantastic by the way. I know Will would love to meet you.” He looked down the hallway. “Ah there he is. Will, meet Amy.”

Will came through the door with his guitar case and paused at Cole’s greeting. His eyes met mine and just like when he was on stage I felt ankara etlik escort like I was falling into them. They were hungry as he looked me over from my styled hair down to my 4″ heels. His smile was like a thousand suns. He handed his guitar to Cole and put an arm around my shoulders. As soon as he touched me all of my nerves went away. Like Nancy had said, I knew what I wanted and the knowledge that I was going to get it made my head spin then settle in the course of seconds.

He pulled me back into the hallway and leaned me against the wall. The first kiss was sweet as honey. “I’ve wanted to….mmmm…meet you for…a while,” he mumbled against my lips.

I gasped as his kiss became fiercer, catching my breath in tiny bursts around the pressure of his tongue. “I was…a little shy,” I stuttered.

His smile was absolute magic. “You don’t look it tonight.”

“I don’t feel it tonight,” I replied as his kiss took back over.

He motioned for me to follow him into the green room. I started to look around to see if anyone could see what I was doing, but then I realized that I didn’t care if anyone saw me or not. I wasn’t doing this to be cool and I was doing it whether anyone thought it was “right” or not.

Will closed the door and propped a chair under the knob as a makeshift lock. The room was shabby, but comfortable with a big overstuffed couch and mismatched chairs. The remains of a pitcher of beer and a snack littered the table. I took it all in in a glance before another kiss blocked out my vision. For a moment, a part of me was still shocked at my own behavior before it dissolved away in a flood of pleasure. I moaned slightly and my knees began to give out. Will noticed my reaction and half-carried me over to the couch where he gently set me down.

I had one last coherent thought of wondering just how many women had ended up on this couch before Will’s tongue took over again. As his lips moved up my neck he whispered, “I’ve been dreaming of this for months.” His practiced hands felt callused but not rough as he stroked my back under my camisole. He slipped the straps down off my shoulders and pulled it off, releasing my grapefruit round breasts with their tannish nipples. The magic fingers that worked a fret board so well had them stiff and erect in seconds. I whimpered like a puppy as he teased and gently pulled on them.

His other hand continued to roam up and down my back until I felt it go down the back of my skirt to squeeze a round cheek. I could feel my legs begin to open and the dampness of my thong as a finger traced along the outside of the lace; the slick furnace of heat on the other side getting warmer by the moment. He gently moved the fabric aside and his first touch on my lips and vulva sent me from furnace to inferno. His fingertips danced among my folds as if they were strings on a neck, bending and cajoling sounds from me like the instrument he loved so much and damn what an expert player he was proving to be.

Will slid my skirt down to my ankles before it joined my camisole on the floor, leaving nothing but my thong, stockings and heels on. He stopped briefly and drunk in the sight of me stretched out ready and willing for him before another kiss seared my consciousness. His lips trailed down my body; over the sensitive zone of my neck; down to the mounds of my breasts licking and sucking my nipples; over my belly button and down to the lace of my underwear.

He changed directions then and dropped down, caressing my ankle around the strap of my heel. He deftly undid the clasp and slid the shoe off and then did the same to the other. Fingers and lips travelled up my calf and around my ticklish knees. I was so intoxicated by the sensations I couldn’t be sure whether he used his hands or mouth to remove first one stocking and then the other. My entire body was screaming for him and he was making sure not an inch of me would regret a second of this.

The thong was all that was left as his lips moved back up to my waist and, contrary to the slow process he took with my stockings; it was off in flash before I was even completely aware of its removal. Will was on his knees, face level with my neatly trimmed bush. He leaned me back on the couch before moving in to touch my inner thigh with his lips. They kissed around until I felt them cover my quim and his tongue pushing into me. I stiffened involuntarily at first, but quickly relaxed as his tongue began to make love to my pussy.

It was the most intense sensation I had ever experienced. His mouth was eliciting responses no boyfriend I ever had could come close to matching. The former inferno had become a volcano and I was getting scared about how I would handle the inevitable eruption. I was honestly not sure if I could keep taking this level of pleasure long. From one second to the next his tongue changed from soft and delicate to firm and penetrating. It ran along the separation between my inner and outer labia, up and around to tease my clitoris and down and demetevler escortlar inside and around like a roller coaster, my mind dizzily trying to comprehend what it was experiencing. My body began quivering as I let go into the best orgasm of my life.

Will pulled away to let me catch my breath for a moment. He gave me that million-dollar smile again and began to undo his belt. After a few seconds to clear my vision I moved in to help him. My hands joined his in unclasping the leather and metal and removing his jeans then went higher. I pulled his open button front shirt off then slid my hand around to remove the tank top underneath. My fingers played over his thin, light chest hairs as I motioned for him to take my place on the couch. Another grin of pure gold from him made my heart start beating faster than ever.

He still had his boxers on and I couldn’t stand one more minute of seeing them on. I pulled them down around his Chuck Taylors before I yanked everything off. He laughed as an athletic sock got caught up in a tug of war between the leg of his boxers and the shoe. His laugh was like small bells. It made the whole thing perfect. We weren’t a pair of skeevy people sneaking off to do dirty things in the dark. We were two people having fun in the prime of our lives.

He was naked and I looked him over. He was stroking his semi-hard erection and I put my hand over his to stop him and took over the motion. My hands and fingers were not as skilled as his, but within a few heartbeats his breath was coming in short gasps and fluid began to leak from his head. I couldn’t resist tasting it. I kept my hand moving up and down and positioned myself on my knees in front of the couch similarly to where he had been a few minutes earlier and took my first taste. He sat up sharply, his eyes unnaturally large for a second before they closed and his whole body shuddered. My tongue traced around the head of his dick, collecting drops like a bee does pollen.

I had never really enjoyed giving blowjobs in the past. Generally guys get so pushy about how they want it done it turns into nothing but pressure. Yet this time I couldn’t imagine that Will was enjoying himself any more than I was. I went a little lower, taking the head and the first part of his shaft past my lips and into my mouth. Will wasn’t rushing me, he was letting me take my time and he could tell I was getting off just as much as he was. I shifted positions just a bit and went deeper, my tongue still teasing the glands around the head. His responses astonished me; he was shivering like he had just stepped out of the shower and making small animal noises. I had never pulled it off before, but I knew I had to try. I shifted position again and pulled up for a moment. I shot him a quick grin and took a deep breath. I opened wide and swallowed him completely, fighting my gag reflex until I felt him enter my throat. I began a slow rhythm that allowed me to breathe in between strokes. I couldn’t believe myself. Every guy I had ever been with had tried to get me to deep-throat them and their attempted forcefulness on the subject had rarely ended well. But here I was, doing it of my own free will with a near stranger.

Will’s guttural noises were getting louder as I picked up my pace. With almost no warning, I felt him stiffen again and prepared myself for his load. He must have known intuitively that I hate a mess so he released on an inward movement and right down my gullet. I was truly shocked when I responded with an orgasm of my own. My whole body felt electrified. Will slumped down into the couch, his eyes glazed over with the pleasure I had given him. He motioned for me to sit down next to him.

He moved in for another kiss; this one was gentle and soft. His arm went around me holding me close. He nibbled towards my ear and whispered, “Do you want…..I mean….I understand if you are done…” It took me a moment to realize what he was asking.

I gave him a bright smile of my own. “I want you,” was all I said in response.

His whole face lit up again, the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. The arm around my shoulders drew me in close to him. Our naked bodies pressed together and the feeling of skin on skin was glorious. He pulled back for a moment to grab his pants and drew a condom out of the back pocket. He was already getting hard again as I assisted him, my hands working him back to full erection. He shifted the cushions of the couch until he made a soft nest for my head and neck and leaned me back. His hands ran up and down my thighs a few times before spreading them cautiously. I had never been more ready for someone.

I felt him at the entrance of my slit, the volcano inside me burning furiously. With his first stroke I swear I could hear music again. It was like watching him play a solo. The entire world froze in place and the only thing that existed was him and me and our bodies swaying and moving to music that only we could hear. The aching feeling of impending eruption didn’t seem relevant any more. All that mattered was our two bodies throbbing, pulsing and thrusting in harmony. We were perfectly in sync. Every rise and fall of our breath was completely together. It was a revelation to me. I had never felt so in tune with the universe and its energy and rhythms.

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Maggie pulled into the visitor lot of the university a bit early for her afternoon rendezvous with Professor Gottschalk. The campus was always dead on Friday afternoons. There were very few classes and a vast majority of students had left to go home for the weekend. The school was nearly a ghost town.

She easily found a spot and parked her white Volkswagen Jetta, singing along with “Something” by the Beatles coming through the speakers. Maggie flipped down the visor and checked herself in the mirror. She had done her hair curly today, sweet brown locks sitting on top of her shoulders in loose ringlets, tucked behind one ear. Her makeup was a bit less than slutty with black eyeliner and gray shadow, black mascara framing her hazel eyes and soft coral on her cheeks. She liberally applied a fresh coat of strawberry gloss to her singing lips, knowing her lover always enjoyed the surprise flavor.

Maggie sat back in her seat and ran her fingers over her pink studded collar. Her phone beeped with an e-mail text message and she reached into the console and looked at it. “Oh from John,” she said with glee and she opened it.

Walked to lunch, on the way back. Be back as soon as possible. Please don’t leave me!

“Is that so, professor?” she talked to the phone as she texted back telling him not to worry.

She got out of her car, locked it up with a beep and started heading for the jogging trails she hoped he took for his walk today. Maggie walked down the sidewalks through campus in her innocently slutty attire.

She wondered what her lover would think of her purple argyle knee high socks with sweet-heeled Mary Janes. The light wind made her just a bit shorter than knee length pleated gray skirt flutter against the sway of her hips. Her purple button down blouse, one button too many undone, gave a glorious peek at her cleavage. The cropped gray cardigan, which she buttoned only the bottom button, did nothing but draw attention to her ample tits.

Maggie got to the trails hidden inside a charming, heavily wooded area at the edge of campus. The tree’s leaves were gorgeous shades of autumn reds and yellows. Wind whispered and leaves fell at its demand.

After several steps down the path she found a spot to hide and disappeared behind the trees. She squatted down, leaning against the wide trunk of a tree, and waited. Her mind raced, “What if he didn’t come this way, I’ll feel so stupid… No, no, he loves that little cafe. I’m sure that’s where he went.”

A few minutes later she spotted him, her heart danced. “Thank god,” she whispered to herself as she got up to her feet and watched him come closer, crunching the leaves below her feet.

The professor always dressed sharp. Maggie might have something do with it; a man in a suit is her thing so she often gave him suggestions when he mentioned he was going shopping. She chewed on his lip waiting for him, looking him over as she approved in her head, “Black, Prince of Wales check tweed suit, fucking delicious. Soft pink shirt, handsome. New tie, very nice choice sir, burgundy pin dot, yum.”

Maggie waited patiently until he just stepped past her hiding place. She checked over both shoulders for anyone else passing by and leapt out onto the sidewalk.

John, startled, gasped as a soft hand slid into his from behind and yanked his body off the trail, “Holy shit Maggie, you scared the hell out of me.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait for you to get all the way back to your office, forgive me professor,” she giggled as she brought him deeper into the trees.

He ripped his hand from hers and forcefully pushed her against a tree. Maggie caught herself, her palms scraping against the bark.

John put his hand on her back and his pet obediently bent over, perching her ass high in the air behind her. He took a step back to look at her clothing choice. His eyes were drawn to her bountiful bosom, which was framed perfectly by the outline of her cropped not-so-buttoned cardigan. “Well isn’t that sweet, are you going for not quite innocent school girl?” he asked running his hand up the back of her creamy thigh pulling her skirt up over her bum.

Tingles ran over Maggie’s body making her shudder as she replied, “You don’t like it, professor?” looking over her shoulder, her hazel eyes wide.

“I didn’t say that,” he said, trailing his fingers over her silk black with purple polka dot thong. Playfully, he hooked his finger into the little keyhole at the top of her crack, “I love these too.”

Maggie kept her hands in front of her, rubbing her fingertips into the bark. She sighed as his touch made her grow warm.

Professor Gottschalk ran his hand over the soft curve of her ass taking a handful of flesh, “I have to pick up the kids from school at 3:30, the Mrs. is working late today.” He spanked her ass hard with a tight palm.

His pet squealed, “Of course, sir.” She stood submissively still as her lover’s fingers ran down the back of her thighs to the top of her knee high socks. She felt heat radiate against her çankaya escort bayan panties from his touch.

John cocked his head to the side to get a better view of her ass as his hand came back up, rubbing his rough palm into her flesh. “You know Maggie, it’s impolite to ambush people like you did,” he said as he hooked his finger into the stitched tear drop shaped hole of her thong and yanked it down to the top of her thighs.

Maggie hung her head down, “I’m sorry sir, please forgive me,” she whimpered as her eyes closed. Her brown curls hung in front of her cheeks.

He lifted his hand and gave one of her ass cheeks a stinging strike, “Not good enough,” then the other cheek, “Sorry doesn’t cut it.”

His pet screamed as her flesh burned, “I’m so, so, so sorry. Please, I’m sorry,” looking over her shoulder to him begging for forgiveness. Her thighs rubbed together, enjoying the agonizing pleasure of her spankings.

The professor continued slapping her ass hard over and over in rhythm, punishing her. One cheek then the other, watching her flesh give that delightful jiggle in reaction. “That was unacceptable,” he said sternly as rubbed her reddened cheeks, then lashed his palm down again firmly.

Maggie closed her eyes as she felt tears welling up, her face became flushed as she accepted and appreciated her punishment. Her mouth hung open, crying out in pain, losing count of the number of spankings she’d gotten. Tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

John took a moment to massage her warm flesh, feeling the heat radiate off her bum against his palm. His voice was harsh, “What you did was stupid. Are you a stupid slut?”

“No sir,” Maggie cried.

He lifted his hand and brought it down on her flesh with steel firmness, the crack echoed into the woods.

His pet wailed a screaming moan into her arms, “Oh god! I’m not a stupid slut!”

Professor Gottschalk was relentless, he continued spanking his fuckpet until her ass glowed bright red, “Every time you sit down for the next week you will remember what a stupid fuckslut you were, won’t you?” he growled.

“Yes sir. Yes sir, I’ll never do it again. I swear,” Maggie stuttered through sobs.

He lifted his hand from her ass and undid his belt, “You aren’t finished yet, cunt,” snarling as he pulled his black leather belt off, folding it in half.

Maggie’s red, tear stained eyes just stared at him. Her bottom lip quivered as she whimpered, “Oh god, please no.”

John slapped her cheek, making her ears ring, “Don’t tell me how to punish you,” he said in a disapproving tone.

His pet braced herself against the tree and took deep breaths as the belt trailed lightly over her sore rear. All the muscles in her body twitched in anticipation. She hung her head and buried her face into her upper arms.

The professor raised his hand and let the leather come down with a deafening pop against her ass.

Maggie screeched into her arms, “Oh my god, that hurts.” Her words might have said she hated it, but her body had a different reaction. Her pussy ached for more, leaking juices to her inner thighs.

John raised his hand again and another crack of his belt-whip landed on her cherry colored bum. He repeated the motion in the same spot until a welt popped up across her cheeks.

Maggie was a mess as her disciplining continued. Her legs quaked and her Mary Janes slid through the mud, the soles caked with topsoil. She fought to keep her balance, every feeling in her body begging to make it stop. Deep down she loved the pain; it was rare that she got this from him.

The professor slapped his belt down the curve her ass with fast flicks of his wrist to the back of her thighs, “What if someone would have seen you grab me? You thought it would just be fun didn’t you?”

Maggie wiggled as the belt slapped against her skin, “Yes I did. I’m so sorry sir. Please….” her words got cut off as he gave the back of her thighs the roughest whip yet, making her yelp and nearly collapse. A solitary red welt swelled up across both legs.

John wrapped his fingers in his pet’s curly hair. He yanked and pulled her body down to the ground. Maggie screamed as her beaten ass fell into the grass, making every bruise ache. She panted, staring up at her dominant lover, her legs spread open, panties stretched on her thighs.

He dropped to his knees between her legs. Ravenous, his member bulging against his slacks, his sore, insatiable, hands grab and discard her panties and throw them into the grass. Not finished, he reached down and forced her legs open obscenely wide.

Maggie felt like a rag doll under his authority.

Still holding his belt in his right hand, which settled on her knee, he reached down and abruptly groped her cunt. “Maggie, Maggie, Maggie,” he said shaking his head, “Does being beaten make you wet?” he teased.

Maggie wiped the tears off her face as she fell back into the grass and moaned, “Yes, oh god, yes it does.”

Professor Gottschalk looked down at his pet, his hand firmly ankara rus escort caressing her heat, “Unbutton your shirt. Let me see those pretty tits.”

She stayed on her back and undid the one little button of her cardigan letting it hang on her shoulders. Her lover used two fingers, pushing behind her delicate folds, letting her built up juices drip out. Maggie squirmed as she released the buttons on her purple blouse, pulling it open to her sides. Her black silk bra with delightful purple polka dots strained to contain her heaving tits. She moaned and arched her back against the grass as her lover ran his fingers along her pussy slit. She unclasped the front of her bra, letting her tits bounce free.

John looked up, admiring her perky pink erect nipples on her milky breasts. He dangled the curve of his belt over her chest, teasing her nipples with the leather. His fingers smeared her fluids over her clit and the pink barbell ornament on its hood.

Maggie bit her lip, watching the belt sway from one nipple to the other. The heavy breaths she took made her ribcage poke out under her skin. She sighed deeply as his fingers pinched her clitoris and dug her heels into the grass.

The professor chuckled, watching his fuckpet hypnotize herself on his belt. He shoved two fingers, knuckle deep, forcefully into her dripping soft hole, “Maggie May, my, what a wet girl you’ve become,” he snarled feeling her silk fluids run out over his hand. “You know only sluts get this soaked.”

Maggie’s neck arched back, rubbing her head against the ground, moaning her words, “Yes sir, I know. I’m your slut, your dripping wet whore.”

He slammed his fingers in and out of her squishy cunt, watching his pet writhe helpless, giving herself to him. Her mouth hung open, squealing in pleasure as his fingers curled and massaged against her g-spot. He watched her hips rise and fall, fucking herself on his fingers. John knew how addicted to him she was, he could practically snap his fingers and she would orgasm for him.

Maggie clenched her fists around her open clothes, tugging on them. Her legs were out of control, trembling with the pulses of her steaming cunt. Her chest grew flushed and shoulders rubbed into the grass.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out of Maggie’s leaking cunt.

His pet looked at him startled, suddenly losing the wonderful sensation of her lover’s fingers. Her mouth moved as if to say, why, but she quickly shut herself up.

“Does my whore have something to say?” he glared at her.

Maggie shook her head and squeaked, “No sir.”

Professor Gottschalk traced her pink lips with his belt before bringing it up and slapping it down against her pussy, landing directly on her slit. His pet screamed with a closed mouth, as he admired the soft lines on her smooth cunt, the sting still settling in. Then tossed his belt to the side.

He leaned down over her body and kissed her roughly, shoving his tongue into his lover’s mouth. Tasting her strawberry lips, he nearly devoured her.

Maggie lifted her hands and pulled his head to hers, moaning into his jaws, she pushed her hips up against him and ground against his crotch. Their tongues wrestled with each other, fighting for control of the kiss. John grabbed her nearest tit and tugged her nipple, then slapped the side of her cleavage before pulling away, breaking the kiss.

Professor Gottschalk grabbed Maggie by her collar and brought her to her knees as he got up to his feet, undid his fly, letting his trousers drop to his ankles. He rubbed her plump pink lips with his thumb, “I want this pretty mouth.”

His pet settled herself on her knees in the grass, her skirt draped neatly over her thighs, her purple shirt hung open around her breasts, the cups of her bra dangling to the side.

She looked up into his eyes as she opened her mouth around his erection. As her full lips sealed around his organ she began sucking. She was gentle at first, feeling him grow thick and hard in her mouth. His pet manipulated his length, head bobbing slowly.

Maggie batted her eyelashes up to her lover as her soft tongue massaged into his flesh, feeling the veins fill up and protrude in her mouth. She ran her hands up his thighs, lightly scraping her nails into his skin.

John grinned down to her; she was such an obedient little thing, working her mouth dutifully on his cock. He watched her mouth bring him to full strength and let out a groan as she took him into her throat. His hand took a fist full of her hair, shoving her mouth completely down on his shaft. Her soft throat gagged as he held her down, drool pouring out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

“That’s a good slut,” he groaned then pulled her mouth off his erection, arching her neck back with his grip in her hair. “Hands behind your back,” he demanded.

“Yes sir,” Maggie replied through a cough, her mouth and chin soiled with saliva. She held her hands together behind her back, keeping her mouth open in a soft round hole for ankara etlik escort her lover to fuck.

He shook his hand in her hair, bringing her face upright and thrusted his shaft into her mouth, straight to her throat. He held her head still by her hair and her jaw dropped a little as his cockhead squeezed into her throat. John steadily began humping her face.

Maggie’s mouth suctioned his pole as he drove it in and out of her throat, having no control over his thrusts. Her tongue swirled around his hard flesh, dragging the bead of her tongue ring against him. Her lips moved along his spit shined cock and her cheeks sunk in with her slurps.

John drove his cock into her throat, held her head against his crotch and dug into her mouth. “You are forgiven,” he said in a husky voice, dropping his head back, “It’s impossible to stay mad at you with that mouth.” He felt her start to gag and pulled her mouth off, letting her spit onto his cock.

“Thank you sir, it will never happen again, I swear,” she said, then licked her lips. Her drool had run down her chin pooling at her breasts, a lovely mess.

The professor let go of her hair and took his suit jacket off. He pitched it to the ground in the general direction of her panties. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pants pocket against his foot, “Get that out for me, please, Maggie.”

Maggie reached down and fished her hand into his pant pocket, without looking at the screen she handed him his cell phone.

He took it and sighed, “Keep pleasuring me, I didn’t say stop,” he grinned and answered the call from his wife, coughing, “Hello?” He put a finger over his mouth to tell his pet to keep quiet.

His pet went back to work with a smile. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and encased his cock head with her mouth. She suckled and pumped her hand on his shaft, her tongue swirling around his bulbous head.

“I’m heading to the activities center, dear,” his free hand rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers, trying to keep concentration on the phone call, a difficult task with his lover’s expertise. “Yeah, I’m going to get a quick workout in before picking up the kiddos.”

Maggie opened her mouth and let her tongue slip out, stroking him tenderly while flicking her tongue against his frenulum.

“No, no, no. I will be there at 3:30, I know you have to work late today,” he said into the phone, frustrated, “They won’t have to wait, I won’t do that to them. I’ve never done that.”

His pet giggled inwardly then removed her hand and swallowed his shaft whole, in one deep gulp down her throat. She fluttered her tongue against his flesh, rocking her jaw. Fucking him deep into her mouth, her face hidden in his pelvis. She barely let his organ come out of her throat, grinding her muzzle into his crotch.

John fell forward, his stomach just over Maggie’s head, biting his tongue to keep from moaning with the pleasure of being engulfed. He cleared his throat, “I’m here now. I’ll see you tonight…. Love ya.”

The professor hung up and looked at his phone and straightened out his back. He made sure the call had ended before letting out the groan of absolute ecstasy he’d been holding back.

Maggie pulled her mouth off leisurely, sucking hard all the way until his cock fell out and dangled in front of her. She pulled his organ with her fist, squeezing him, “Let me ride you, please. Pretty please, with a nice gooey load on top,” she begged with the sweetest smile painted on her lips.

The professor looked down and ran his hand though his salted hair with a chuckle, “You think I could ever say no to that?”

“Lay down, please, sir,” she said with a grin.

The professor lay down in the grass, on top of some fallen leaves smashing under him.

Maggie scooted over on her knees then lifted one leg and squatted over his crotch. “You’re going to need this shirt open,” she said and loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it open. She trailed her fingers through his chest hair and pinched a nipple with a giggle.

“Why’s that?” he asked, enjoying her familiar touch on his body.

Maggie planted her feet, digging her heels into the ground on either side of his chest. She steadied herself with one hand on the top of his thigh and hiked her skirt up around her hips with the other. Then, she wrapped her palm around his erection and rubbed his head along her slit, “You’ll see.”

John watched her take control and the beautiful sight she gave him. Her legs spread wide over him, opening her body completely. He sat up on his elbows to get a better look, “You’re so beautiful, Maggie.”

His pet blushed, “Thank you, John. You’re quite handsome yourself.”

The clouds overhead opened up and a quiet light rain started falling from the sky, dropping little beads onto the lovers. They smiled at each other sharing an intimate moment as the raindrops began falling.

Maggie lifted her hips and held his cock at her juicy entrance. She watched her lover’s eyes as she slid her velvet, wet cunt down his shaft, enveloping his organ behind her folds. Her skin pulled as she leaned back, making her welts sting. Her hand went to his other thigh and she pushed herself down, letting a moan of pure delight escape her lips, filling herself with her lover.

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At the age of fifty-eight, after almost spending my entire career in the Indian Army I decided it was time to get into the Private Sector. The financial incentive was too tempting. I could stand to make a whole lot more in the last few working years. The offers were coming in non-stop and I finally succumbed. My two sons were married and settled, my wife’s medical practice was steady. There was nothing to lose. The only downside was that I would have to move to a different, smaller city than what I was living in the past fifteen or so years. That was OK with us. I wanted a change. It would mean that I stayed away for three weeks of a month and could visit home as and when needed.

I was trying to settle in the new city and was staying at the company provided accommodations temporarily and had sent out feelers that I was looking for an apartment, as I like to be independent. Needless to say the offers came in left and right from brokers as soon as word got out. But I was very particular about what I wanted and was willing to wait till something I liked came along.

One evening I was working late in the office on a client’s Request for Proposal that was proving troublesome when I noticed a woman walking into my department. I did not pay much attention until she knocked on my door, which was open.

I looked up, and she said, “May I come in, sir?”

Now is the time for me to confess that I am a pervert. It doesn’t take me more than a few seconds to get a measure of a woman or girl, believe me. I took stock of her in a flash.

Slim, perhaps early twenties. Exercised, but not too hard, maybe power yoga. Toned arms. Well dressed, not too fashionable, but not too conservative either. The top of her kameez was low enough to show her long neck and upper chest. Small breasts with no cleavage showing. I could make out the faint outline of a bra. Flat stomach as her dress was tight against her belly. Perhaps recently married with no kids yet. Fantastic, thick, black hair that she plaited. Flat face, not too sexy or luscious. Big, scared, cautious eyes. My guess was that she was middle class, maybe not too well-to-do. A subdued, careful, not so confident look about her.

Fuckable? Hell Yeah!! I would be between her legs in a jiffy if she allowed it.

“Yes?” I said, laying my pen down.

“Sir, my name is Priya. I am from the accounting department,” she said.

Fuck. Was I in trouble already? I knew that dinner last week was much above the company limit. What the fuck! I should have stayed in the army, I thought to myself.

“Oh, Oh. Am I in trouble?” I asked.

“No, no, sir,” She laughed nervously, and looked around to see if anyone was watching or listening. There was no one at this time of the day. “I heard you were looking for a place to stay. Just wanted to ask.”

I nodded. I wanted her to go on speaking so I could take a good look at her. I had been in the city for about three weeks with no action. I did not have time, I just wanted to settle in before I made any moves.

She had moved into my room, and her slight hesitation in starting the conversation piqued my interest. I could make out that her thighs and legs were slim but firm and shapely by the way her top went down to her knees and hugged her lower body. She was cute in a homely sort of way.

Yes, Definitely fuckable! Right now. On my table!

“We have an.. I mean my husband’s family has remodeled our house. We have a nice one-bedroom on the top floor. It is very private and nice, sir. If you want to take a look…,” she then proceeded to give me details as I showed interest.

I asked her questions, some serious, some mundane and some funny. As we talked and she laughed, cautiously and shyly, I could see her getting more comfortable with me, but she kept looking out to see if anyone was watching us. I thought to myself, “Oh, so that sort of girl. Wants to chat but scared of what others would think. Interesting”

“OK,” I said finally. I can come take a look tomorrow evening. Is that OK?”

“Oh really, sir? That would be great!”

“Alright, then. Anything else?” I said, reluctantly, as I wanted her to stay, but also wanted to finish my work for the day.

“Eh, er,… no, no sir. Tomorrow, then. 7:00 PM?”

She turned and walked towards the door. I quickly checked out her ass. The dress was light and I could make out the shape of a great fucking ass, and it jiggled in the two steps she took. Her panty was tight against her butt cheeks, and I sensed her panty line through the thin layers of her dress. She suddenly stopped and turned back. Fortunately, I had looked down just an instant before and she did not notice me ogling her.

“And, Sir,” she said, looking at me, lowering her voice. “It will be good if you tell them that a broker told you about the house.”

“What? Why?” I asked, and then I understood immediately. She did not want whoever was in the house to know that we had discussed this. Probably scared of her husband or in-laws or whoever. “OK, no problem,” çankaya escort I said.

I was intrigued. Secrets already. Definitely worth a look.

That night, for the first time in about three weeks, I masturbated. Right on my bed. I jerked off thinking about Priya. Just like that. I had only seen her for about ten minutes, but boy was I ready. I had seen and talked to a number of ladies and girls since I joined this new office. Some hot and pretty, some not so. But none has aroused me like Priya did. Why? What the hell? Who knew! At that instant all I wanted was to fuck her, hard and long.

Her slim body under my big, heavy, Army moulded physique, struggling as my thick cock pummeled and pounded her cunt mercilessly. The juices from her vagina flowing down from my distended penis onto the floor. Her legs spread wide apart to accommodate me. Our bodies making squelching sounds as we crashed against each other’s sweaty bodies.

I sucked on her nipples, big and round in relation to the size of her boobs. She squeezed them as much as she could and presented them to me.

“Oh, Oh, Priya,” I screamed softly, as I pulled and pushed into her cunt hole. “It is so good. You are so tight. Fuck, this is so good. Fuck, Fuck!”

I put my hand on her ass as spread her cheeks and rammed my middle finger into her ass. She shrieked in amazement and pain.

“Oh God! What are you doing. Aaah, it hurts. No. no, don’t take it out. It is good! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah..Aiyo, Amma, Aiyo!”

“I am going to finish. I am coming,” I howled. “Take me in your mouth. Take it!”

I pulled out of her, scrambled to her head, and she opened her mouth and took me in. “Ummmmm. Ummmmm, Ummmm,” she mumbled as I fucked her mouth. I raised myself and became stiff as my cock readied itself to explode.

My cum spewed out of my cock in long, exquisite spurts. I looked down and imagined coming on Priya’s face and tits.

“Oh, sir. Come on my tits and face. Oh! How much of it you have! I love it! Fuck me again, sir! Oh, yes, please, please!”

Man, what a release! God! It was about time. Would she allow me to do it? Would she be thinking of me as well? How did she do this to me? Some questions did not have any answers. I slowly drifted off to sleep thinking about her.

The next day, I sought her out but I had no excuse to go to the accounting department. I hung around the cafe during the afternoon coffee break, and I saw her come out with her colleagues. They paid me no heed, but she immediately saw me and looked away and blushed. But I kept my eyes on her but she dared not to glance back at me. I stared at her swaying ass for a very long time.

That evening I went to see about the rental property. She was in the small front yard looking out, and as soon as she saw me coming she hurriedly went into the house.

An older man came out and I made the necessary small talk and enquiries about the house. I made him out to be her father-in-law. I say older, but he must have been much younger to me, maybe fifty max. Like most men, he had let himself go and did not look like he took care of himself. Thin, lean, pot-bellied, wearing glasses, he squinted at me with suspicion as I introduced myself and gave him the reason for my visit.

A younger version of him came out the door to see who it was. This obviously was Priya’s husband. And I immediately cursed the practice of arranged marriages in India. Here was this cute, smart, sexy (according to me) girl married to this fucking asshole! He was already losing hair, wearing a sleeveless vest showing off his huge belly, thick glasses and dirty teeth, chewing paan in the early evening, and certainly having not exercised a day in his life. Why would she even agree to get married to this guy? Or let him near her? Or allow herself to be fucked by her! Goddam, lucky motherfucker!

He also looked at me suspiciously, and asked gruffly, “Which company?” When I told him, he looked surprised, “Oh, yeah. I know that company. They don’t pay very well, I know, my wife works there.. Ay, Priya, come here!” he commanded.

She rushed out at his command, looked at me and feigned no knowledge of me.

I asked, “Sorry, I have not seen you at the office. Do you work at xxx? Which department?” Two can play the game!

She was wearing a gown (a relaxing dress worn by women that covered them from neck to foot, sometimes also worn to sleep), “Accounting,” she responded.

“Ah, ” I said, “I am in Business Development and Planning, probably different building,” I lied, and held her eyes briefly.

“OK, OK,” her husband brushed me off abruptly. “These are the terms,” he said, handing me a piece of paper, “Rent is xxx Rupees, OK?”

“Let me read the terms and think about it for a day. I will call you,” I said. Never accept the initial terms, first rule of negotiation.

“Decide quickly. There are many people looking at this,” he said, as she turned to spit out his paan. I quickly glanced up at Priya and she shook her head so very slightly. ankara rus escort SO, the guy was lying.

Then another woman came out, and I had to hold my breath. She must be Priya’s mother-in-law, I thought. She was a beauty, at least for her age. She was much younger than me, maybe mid forties. She was fair, with a charming and welcoming smile. She had a round face, with wide, dark, beautiful eyes and bushy eyebrows and a long exquisite nose. I was reminded of an actress I had a crush on when I was young. Actually, still had a crush on. The actress had aged gracefully and sexily, and so it seemed did Priya’s mother-in-law. She was slim, and the sari she wore accentuated her curves. Her fair midriff was exposed and I could make out the faint roll of fat on her hips, and her half-hidden belly-button. Her sari was tight and outlined her thick thighs. From where I sat I could clearly see that her breasts strained against her blouse. Dammit to hell and heaven! Was she hot, or was it just me being desperate?

She was confident as she spoke to me, meeting my eyes, “Will any other family be staying with you?”

I replied no. But then her husband cut her off, “Okay, Okay, this is for us men. Go and mind your business…”

But she stood firm did not go.

“It’s okay,” I said, with a little laugh. “If I am going to be her tenant, she has a right to know all about me.” Everyone smiled at this, even the men.

She asked, “Where are you from originally?” I responded with the name of the place of my youth, and she suddenly exclaimed, “oh, aiyo. I am also from there! Which part?”

This went on for a few minutes and we realized we knew a few people and places from our days there though we lived a few years apart. I was looking at Priya and her mother-in-law (found out her name was Ganga) and sometimes at the men while talking, but I was consciously filling my mind with images of the ladies. This was going to be great.

They showed me the room and other facilities but I was in a daze. I could only think of how good it would be so close to Priya and Ganga. As I talked to the men, I had a feeling that Ganga was looking at me. And a few times I looked up at her, our eyes met for a second or so before she looked away. I sensed a connection forming. So the women were taken care of. Now for the men.

I realized the dynamic that was being played here in the house. One that was being played in millions of homes all over India. Seemingly powerful men, trying to silence and sideline women. This would be interesting. I decided then and there to accept the apartment.

On the way back though, I surprised myself. Images of Priya were in my mind, no doubt, but they were interspersed with those of her mother-in-law. I was thinking of them both. The way they looked, their bodies under their dresses, the exposed bra straps, their long, beautiful necks, with gold chains around them, their smiles and giggles. Ganga was well built and I could see she had good sized boobs compared to Priya’s small ones. I had glimpses of nicely defined legs and calves. God! What was I thinking. Both of them? Shit! Yes! Why the fuck not!

I knew it was not going to be easy. I wanted Priya. She would definitely be a captive fuck for me. I just would have to play it slow and easy and be patient, …and have a little bit of luck. But Ganga, the mother-in-law? That would really take something.

I had a lifetime of experience in this game. It was not the fucking or sex that excited me. That was the ultimate goal, don’t get me wrong. But it was the chase, the feeling of getting something that was given reluctantly and not readily. The simultaneous breaking of the wall of innocence and the building of a fantastic relationship. The slow conversion from nothing to a willing partner – that was the real excitement. The wonders that you could show someone who imagined they were not possible. That was the game – that was far more erotic that an immediate, consensual tryst.

A roll on the bed with a young (or old, for that matter) whore has its merits on occasion. Or a woman giving it up for favors or money or appreciation was okay at the best of times. Sex with a wife can become a chore, if you ask me or anyone daring enough to be very truthful. I was already fantasizing about other women and girls within six months of my marriage.

But what was the emotional benefit in these relationships for either party? What is the fun in that? No Pain, No Gain. No Guts, No Glory.

I knew where the line was and did not cross it. Not once in my life had I forced myself on anyone. Over the years I honed my skills on what and when to pursue. I understood when a ‘No’ meant a definite NO, and when there was wiggle room. I pushed the envelope, no doubt, but not too much. We’ll see, I thought.

I couldn’t help myself. I kept thinking of Priya and Ganga till I got to my flat. I had a raging erection throughout my trip back. I was looking forward to sleeping on my bed and fantasizing about the two ankara yabancı escort women, perhaps even to masturbate and jerk off, relieving the tension, and satisfying my desire, quenching my lust.

But as I undressed and got ready for bed, I suddenly decided to do something I had not done in a long time. I had done this numerous times in my life and I was not always proud of, though. But hey, one life to live, and we all make our own choices.

Experience had taught me which hotels were good, which were bad and which ones to avoid. I slipped out of my flat quietly and checked myself into a decent, not too expensive, four-star hotel for the night. I looked around and immediately found the person I was looking for, and also instantly knew he was looking for someone like me. I went up to my room, and he followed, as I thought he would. I handed him some xxx Rupee notes (money was not a limiting factor) and told him my preference. I did not have to wait long. He returned with two girls, one young, and one older.

I took the girls inside. Both were shy and obviously scared of me. I towered over them and my size was surely intimidating. The younger one met my eyes, while the older one was staring at the floor. And I made my decision. I patted the younger girl’s arm and said, “Go clean yourself,” and I put some money in the palm of the older girl and asked her to leave. I gave her butt a squeeze and said, “Maybe next time,” but we both knew I didn’t mean it.

The girl was already in the bathroom wiping her feet and hands and face. I went in and started taking my clothes off. She looked up, shocked to see me naked, and immediately looked at my hardening dick, and her eyes bulged.

I said, “Take it all off and bathe.”

She hesitated, but removed her clothes. First her top, then her salwar, loosening the thread that held it and stepping out of it. Then she reached back and unclasped her bra. She stopped and looked at me. I ran my eyes on her body, and started stroking my cock. She looked down again at me cock and swallowed.

“Take that off, clean yourself and come,” I said gruffly, my lust and desire rising. Oh! How I wished Priya was her. Or even Ganga. Or both! Fuck!

I had chosen her because she looked a bit like Priya. That was my luck. I lay on the bed and waited for her. She dried off and came and stood next to the bed unsure of what to do. I patted the bed and she sat down.

She was a pretty girl caught in a difficult social situation. Born in any other layer of society she would have had a good education and probably a nice standing among her folk. But I couldn’t waste my time thinking of those things now.

Her breasts were big and fantastically firm and barely jiggled as she moved. Her nipples were small, but were already hard and sticking out. She had a flat belly, firm, solid thighs and a generous amount of hair between her legs. The line of her cunt was very thin, but very dark under the thicket of hair. She looked at me unwaveringly. She seemed bold and willing to do what it was I wanted.

I reached up and held her head and pushed it down on my throbbing, thick, swollen, hot cock. She did not hesitate. She immediately grabbed my dick, opened her mouth and swallowed it.

The feel of Priya’s cool mouth and tongue was exhilarating. Somehow she knew what to do. Her tongue played with the underside of my cock, licking the thick vein. Then she moved her tongue to the sides of my dick, swirling, sucking, pulling. Then she lifted her head until just the tip of my cock was in her mouth. She swirled her tongue on it, this way and that. I was delirious with pleasure!

I reached up and held her head steady and started pumping up and down with my cock.

“Oh, Priya, aiyo! Your mouth feels sooo good. Keep my cock in your mouth. Ah! Ah! Ah!” I screamed softly as I thrust my distended member in and out of her mouth. I could see the thick veins shining with her spit.

“Mmnnn, Mmnnn, Mmnnn,” she mumbled, with my cock in her mouth.

Oh! What a feeling! Even after having experienced this a hundred times or more, it still felt like it was the first. The feel of a girl’s mouth and tongue and spit on my cock! Her lips were stretched tight to accomodate my width. I could see her drooling, her saliva flowing down the length of my long, hard, dick. Her fist flying along and stroking my cock.

After a while I stopped and pulled my cock out of Ganga’s mouth. I turned and pushed her down on the mattress. I grabbed hold on one tit with my hand and squeezed hard, and I bit down on the nipple of the other, revelling in its hardness and taste. This was so different from Priya’s, whose nipples were smaller in comparison.

“Aiyo, ouch, amma! You are hurting me! Aaah, Aaah!” she squealed.

I parted her thighs apart gently and placed my palm on her hairy mound. I inserted a finger into her cunt and started pumping in and out. She started creaming. I could see thick, white juices secreting from her hole onto my fingers. I did this for a few minutes, looking at her face to observe her reaction. She had closed her eyes, her mouth was half-open and she was panting and mumbling something unintelligible. Her hand was on my wrist, following its motion of my fingers in and out of her vagina.

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Chapter 1: The Tastes of Freedom

It’s strange, sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t become a knife guard. It’s ok if you don’t know what that is. I sometimes wonder myself. It’s weird, but when someone asks you what you do for a living, and you tell them you’re a body guard, they sort of glaze over, thinking that it’s like Kevin Costner and Whitney Houston.

Tough break. Sometimes it can be like that, but not often. My brother and I trained for years in Baja, which is a very fast and effective method of fighting with sticks, like batons.

Only, he and I modified it to use the daggers we’re both so fond of. Anyway, I got into the regional championships in demonstrations and I was pretty stoked about it. Ilya always laughed at me when I bought home the trophies or the prize money.

Ilya went in to private fights, cage fights and the like. He was good, too, but not on my level, even if that does sound immodest. I’ve always believed there’s no shame in knowing you’re the best.

Anyway, I’m getting off track. Ilya got into a bad crowd one night, and called me up. I went to pick him up, but by the time I’d gotten there, he was already being challenged into the ring. It took about four seconds. He’d been stabbed before the fight, then covered up, like in Gladiator. I wasn’t impressed, and leapt into the ring.

Six years later, and I got out of prison. I would have spent more time inside, but I had a good lawyer, Karen Jacobs. She told me to look her up when I got out. I had to find a job, so I rang her. She seemed happy to hear from me.

I wound up in her office, very uncomfortably I might add. No sight of a woman in six years, you get a little antsy. Over and above the fact that Karen wasn’t exactly my normal type, that is to say, a bit long in the tooth, a bit on the thin side, and with a voice that could crack glass within seconds. After six years, my standards had lowered a mite.

I think my breathing started to heat up the room, and she noticed, because her own started to get a bit faster. I was sporting a hard on the size of Brazil and licking my lips when her buzzer went off.

Her secretary brightly announced that her sister was coming in. Karen leaned forwards and hit the button, and I gave a bit of a growl at the sight of her breasts stretching her business suit. Her eyes widened as the door opened, and my lust clenched in on itself under a fair bit of control. That was one thing that prison had taught me, to control myself.

Just because you can take someone in a fight doesn’t mean that you could take their two dozen or so friends eagerly watching you. The door opened behind me, and I twisted in my seat. I didn’t want to stand up, because a part of me still was.

Karen’s sister was a sudden centre of focus as she walked in. White slacks clung to long, very shapely legs, which rose up to the kind of ass my hormone riddled dreams had paraded in front of my vision every night for the last six years. A thin gold chain encircled a perfect waist, into which was tucked a pressed white blouse.

There was just the hint of cleavage that tantalized, and I felt another growl begin deep in my chest. Thick, curly tresses of hair fell across her shoulders, and I smelt the faint combination of apples and something indefinable feminine.

The sister stopped at my hungry look, and met my eyes. We paused for a second, and I felt something move inside me. Her eyes were a vibrant lavender colour, and I was spellbound. My hunger died away in the sudden calm. The animal that prison had brought out in me was suddenly and completely enraptured.

I stood up and offered my hand. She smiled shyly, and put a hand to her chest subconsciously. My head turned back to Karen, who cleared her throat, but my eyes stayed locked with her sister’s.

“Janelle, this is Piotr. Piotr Voinovich, my sister; Janelle Kaspowski-Christoph.” My eyes narrowed for a split second as I saw hurt and anger flare in Janelle’s eyes. There was a story here. I stepped back to allow her to sit, but she shook her head slowly and dipped her head, finally breaking our eye contact.

I blinked, and inhaled sharply as I remembered to breathe. I turned back to Karen, but Janelle spoke up. “Sorry, sis, I just got away for a moment, and I thought you were alone.”

There was an unspoken question in her eyes, and I glanced back at Karen, who for a second looked outraged, then suddenly calm. “I was just looking Karen up for a chat. I wouldn’t interrupt a sister’s conference, so I’ll lead off.” Karen’s eyes darkened, and I felt her disappointment.

She swallowed and ran her hands down the front of her suit, drawing my eyes back to her chest for a split second. I felt the beast rear up again, and I knew she could tell I wanted her. I doubt she knew I wanted anything, as long as it was female and willing.

I beat the beast back down for a moment, then dipped my head. “If you’d like to finish our chat, maybe eryamanda yeni escortlar I can wait? It it’s not too much trouble of course…” Karen hurriedly agreed, and I took Janelle’s soft hand in my calloused one, and kissed it gently.

Her eyes softened and she blushed. I noticed the showy ring on her wedding finger and I tried to look at her eyes again, but she looked away. I strode past her and shut the door quietly. I strode out to the secretary’s desk and smiled at the young girl, probably not much more than eighteen.

“Karen asked me to wait. Do you know where I can get some coffee?” The girl looked up and smiled. She bid for me to lean closer, and I did so, noting her low cut dress. I felt a moment’s chagrin that I was looking at anything with a skirt and a pulse, but dismissed it. Six years. The secretary looked confidentially down the hall.

“They’re normally in there for an hour or so. If you’d like, I can…” She was cut off as the intercom hissed.

“Rachel, I’m going to have some lunch here with Janelle. You can take half an hour off, if you like.”

Rachel, the secretary, took one look at me and devilishly smiled. “Thank you, Miss Jacobs. Would you like me to make another appointment with Mr. Voinovich?” There was silence on the intercom for a moment, then Karen’s voice came back.

“No, but if you can tell him to come back in forty minutes or so, that would be fine.” I smiled at Rachel and ran my tongue over my teeth as my hunger flared up again.

“Coffee?” The young girl smiled to herself and nodded, pressing several buttons on the answering machine and standing up.

She wore a tight mini skirt and a black business jacket, with dark blue high heeled shoes. Her legs were encased in navy stockings. As we made our way to the coffee lounge, she made a sharp left and beckoned for me to follow her.

We made our way up into the stairway, and I felt my cock harden as I followed her swaying ass as we headed for the roof. With only one floor to go, she turned off, and we stepped through the door. She stopped just as I turned from closing the door, and I bumped into her and growled, my erection straining against the front of my jeans.

She sighed as she felt me slide up between the cleft of her ass cheeks, and then gave me another devilish smile over her shoulder. I growled again and she stepped away from me, pointing out to the bare rooms. I looked at her for a moment longer, then followed her arm as she motioned around us.

“These are to be the new offices for Dartmouth and Kimball, as soon as they’re finished. Right now, they’re just lighting and air conditioning. Nothing else, no cameras, no nothing.” I moved up behind her as she stood looking out at the cityscape spreading out before us behind the panes of tinted glass.

“Is there a reason you wanted to show me this?” She smiled devilishly again, and closed her eyes as she slid her hands around to cup the bulge in my jeans.

“No, I just wanted to be somewhere so you could show me this…” I grunted and she squeezed me. I began to nuzzle into her neck, and my tongue slid out to suckle at her tender flesh. Her head tilted back and she sighed.

Despite myself, I was impressed as she simultaneously and single-handedly undid my zip and eased me out of my boxers. She rubbed herself up and down my body until my rough hands stilled her. I growled again, and she moaned as my hands pushed her skirt up to her hips.

I felt a sudden surge of lust as I saw the suspenders stretching tight across her thighs to the vivid blue lace encircling her loins. With another growl, I pushed her over with one hand, the other gripping her thigh. I nudged towards her, and she whimpered. She cried out in shock when I entered her, and I laughed harshly.

“Still a little girl, eh?” She nodded mutely as I began to heave up inside of her, and I felt her legs collapse. As she knelt down and laid her head onto her crossed arms, I pushed into her again.

I’m tall, six foot ten, and it was difficult, but the beast inside me raged at the softness of a woman after so long. I began to pound into her faster as she began to softly sob. “It…it hurt…oooh…” I took little notice of her words as a red curtain draped over my eyes.

Another sudden urge gripped me, and I withdrew from her for a moment, and leant forwards. My tongue slid inside her, and she gasped at the sudden pleasure. Her moaning made my cock strain, but I was too enraptured at her taste I had missed so much.

I felt her spread her legs, and she rolled over, lifting her leg over my head as she lay on her back. Her eyes met mine as I slid my tongue over her clit and swallowed her juices. I ran the tips of my front two teeth over her clit, and she gave a yell and flooded mouth with her cum as her hips bucked against my snaking tongue.

She lay back and sighed, her hands stroking my cock as I slid up and into her with no resistance. This time, she didn’t sincan escort bayan whimper, only moaned again. Rachel laid her head back and wrapped her arms and legs around me as I moved within her.

With another shudder, she coated my balls and thighs, and I reached down between us. I covered my fingers in her come and brought them up to my lips, tasting her. She caught at my hand and sucked on the tips of my fingers, to my animal’s raging pleasure.

My cock surged inside of her, and her eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan, and I kissed her. Her arms tightened around me, and I shut my eyes and thrust up into her, tensing my whole body as I thundered my cream into her.

We stayed like that for a moment, then I moved inside her again; the beast wasn’t satiated by a long shot, and she whimpered again. Our eyes met, and she shook her head. “You’re too big, and I can’t take it.” My face screwed up as I slid my cock out of her.

“I’ve waited six years for a taste of flesh, Rachel. I can’t help it if I’m this hungry.” I growled again, and she turned away.

“Well, fuck off and do someone else. As it is I feel like I’m not going to be able to move ever again. And don’t even think about looking at my ass.”

I felt hot anger, and I wiped my cock on her skirt as she lay there catching her breath. I was still incredibly hard. She’d done nothing more than whet my appetite. I paused for a moment, thinking of rape, and then pushed it back inside my crumpled jeans as I slid them back on.

I may be an animal, a killer. But I’m not a rapist. I’m just hungry for sex. She opened one eye and then the other as my cum slid onto her hips from her skirt. Her look was withering as she realized what I’d done. “You bastard!”

My blue eyes went glacially cold, and she shrank back. Her gaze went to the still hard bulge in my jeans. “That was nice…can I…” I turned to go, not satisfied in the least, and she leant forwards and grabbed at my leg. “Can I see you again? I have a feeling we could be good together.”

My eyes softened as I looked down at her. Even after what had just happened, she was still alluring, and most definitely still fuckable. I’m not a completely insensitive asshole, and I know I keep mentioning it, but six years.

One quick fumble wasn’t going to satisfy me for a while. I felt something stir deep inside me, though. Something that thought, not the beast. “For what? I could barely get started, and you’re sore. I’m not gonna be here to be used.” She looked at me for a moment as I walked towards the door.

Karen was saying goodbye to Janelle as I walked back into the office waiting room. I knew I smelt of sex and Rachel’s perfume, but I didn’t care. My erection faded a moment when Janelle’s enthralling gaze met with mine, and I dipped my head to her. She smiled to her sister, then hurried past me. Karen beckoned to me, and her eyes narrowed as I passed her.

I heard the door shut behind me, and then the lawyer strode past me. My mind was still on Janelle, which was strange. Normally, I didn’t pay that much attention to women, and now that I was in the middle of trying to swallow an entire buffet of women, I didn’t like that one single one so easily became the centre of my attention.

In front of me, Karen was openly staring at my crotch, a small smile on her face. “So, Piotr, what exactly can I do for you?” My gaze drifted to her chest again, and the straining breasts barely contained. She must have undone a button before she came back in.

A tantalizing line of bright red lace showed from the lapel of her shirt, and she rested her chin in her hand as she crossed her legs. My lip twitched as I realized I had missed a chance at a Basic Instinct glimpse of the forbidden lands.

I ran my tongue over my teeth again, and noticed that Karen’s chest was moving up and down faster. “I need a job, Karen. A way to earn a living. And a place to stay, until I can get my feet on the ground.” Karen’s eyes had a far away look about them, and I crossed my own legs as my cock began to throb.

Her pink tongue darted out to her lips. “I never liked that. Feet on the ground…” My lips curved into a knowing smile, but I raised my eyebrows, questioning.

“Oh? You prefer your head in the clouds, dreaming?”

Karen returned my knowing smile, and offered me a cigarette. I shook my head, and she got out of her chair and opened the window. Her skirt was a tiny bit longer than Rachel’s had been, but it still rode up her thighs nicely.

I grew tired of the innuendo, and stood up as Karen sucked on her cigarette, her eyes half lidded as she watched me. Her eyes drifted down to my jeans, and the bulging zipper. With another quick drag of her cigarette, she bent over and flicked it out the window.

She slid it closed and made her way over to me, sitting with her legs crossed just in front of me on her desk. Her eyes drifted up to mine, and she must have ankara escort read the hunger there, because she crooked a finger at me and beckoned me closer.

I took one step and was against her. She glanced down at my jeans, then ran a fingernail over my zipper, which bulged bigger as my cock grew thicker. Her eyebrows lifted, then her mouth opened as she began to pant. I reached over and tilted her head back, my mouth searching for hers.

She kissed me for a moment, then her hand slipped into my open jeans and grabbed my cock in a crushing grip. I gasped and broke the kiss, and her heavily lidded eyes met mine. “Shh, Piotr. I’m the boss here. I tell you when you get to kiss me…”

I growled low in my throat, and her lip curled in a smirk. “It’s about time you were introduced to how you pay me…pro bono work doesn’t seem to interest me much at the moment.” My eyebrow lifted, and she squeezed my shaft, then gave a very wolfish grin.

“You better fuck my cunt six ways from Sunday, Piotr. Have you any idea what it’s like trying not to finger yourself silly under the desk while talking to your sister because the man who ought to be getting you off is busy filling your secretary’s skanky little hole?” I leant in close and smiled right into her face.

“No, because I don’t have a sister, and if you wanted, I could have done you while you were talking to her.” Karen’s eyes widened, and I thrust up into her grip with another growl. She looked down at my pulsing heat, and flicked her thumb over my tip, wiping away the droplet of precum that was oozing out of it.

She brought it up to her mouth, and eyed me steamily as she sucked it off of her thumb lustily. I grew painfully hard, and grabbed her roughly. She slapped me hard, and I spun her over onto the desk, face down. She spread her legs, but I slapped her ass cheek with a ringing slap.

She moaned as I kept going, and I noticed with lust that she was beginning to grind her hips into her desk. Her eyes met mine with fire, and she kicked her legs out, and pivoted on the desk so that she was sitting up, her legs spread and her wet hole gleaming.

She slid her feet onto my hips and pushed my pants down around my ankles as I discarded my shirt. I stepped out of my pants as she ripped at her top. Her large breasts bounced as I grabbed at her shoulders, pressing her down onto the desk.

She spread her knees as I moved between them, and she squeezed her nipples viciously as I slid into her. Karen’s breath hissed out between her clenched teeth as I slid inside of her again and again. She let go of her left nipple and slid her hand down to pinch her clit as I fucked her.

She lay back as my rhythm slowed, my hips moving side to side against the heat of her walls. She was moaning incoherently, and I felt her clench around my rock hard meat as her hands suddenly gripped the desk. My hands reached forwards and gripped her shoulders as I fucked my pole up into her with bruising force.

The office was filled with the sounds of our juices fucking into each other as our flesh slapped together. My hunger rose as I kept fucking her, and the beast reared up again.

Karen gasped as I gripped her hips hard and lifted her, still impaled on my cock, and pushed her over her desk. A jar of pens flew off the desk as my wet cock slipped out of Karen’s tightness, and she looked back at me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Russian? Keep fucking me, or I’ll have you back in prison in a…ooooh.”

My mouth again tasted that wonderful juice as I licked her out. Her excitement coated my cock like paint, and a sudden wicked thought flashed through my mind. I slipped my fingers up inside of her and straightened up again. My cock began to nudge against the tightness of her rosebud, and I slicked up my thumb with her juice, then slid it deep into her ass.

Karen gave a cry of surprise, and arced off the desk. She shuddered around my fingers, and more juice dripped out of her juicy hole. I slid my cock inside her hot little cunt again a few times, and she whimpered. I rubbed her juice over my tool and began to fuck my fist.

After a minute, my juice covered cock was fully lathered up, and I pushed into her ass. Her legs jerked wider and her head arced up in shock, and she was silent as I pushed deep into her ass. I felt her sphincter tighten around my shaft, and fought a wave of pleasure.

I began to move back, and Karen shook her head. “No, no, no…you…no…you can’t…oh…it…I’m…boss…” I thrust into her, and Karen sobbed in pain. I reached around and slid two fingers over her clit, rubbing the sides of it again and again. She moaned and quivered on my cock as she came again.

Her hands reached back as she reared up to her knees, and grabbed the back of my head. She stuttered obscenities at me as I continued to fuck her ass, and she clamped down on me as she came again with a gasp.

My balls tightened as I thrust into her, and I felt my orgasm begin to work it’s way up from the base of my spine. I wrenched my cock out of Karen’s ass, and she slid to the floor in a boneless heap. Her meaty breasts were right in front of me, and I slid my cock in between the pale folds and thrust a couple more times.

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Celeste had spent several hours readying herself for the evening. She had rested and then bathed. Her legs and underarms had been shaved, as had her pubic area. As instructed, she left a quarter inch vertical swath of short dark hairs that ran from just above her clithood up for two inches, the hairs getting shorter and dissipating toward the top. The swath to either side of her labia was totally hairless. She had douched as well as given herself an enema, preparing both apertures to be utilized as He might see fit.

She washed and dried her long chestnut tresses then piled them atop her head in an up-do, ringlets of curls cascading past her ears but her neck left mostly exposed. Foundation, powder, blush, eyeliner, shadow, and mascara were all meticulously applied and her lips painted a velvety burgundy followed by an overcoat of gloss. The polish that had been applied during the pedicure and manicure at the salon earlier in the day matched the hue of her lips perfectly.

A string of baubles dangled from each earlobe as well as each pierced nipple of her pert breasts. She wished her chest was more impressive, but He liked it just the way it was. Usually she wore a 34b cup bra but sometimes a c fit better. It was of little matter tonight as she would not be wearing a bra at all.

Two more strings of baubles dangled from her pierced labia. Just heavy enough to tug gently at the puffy lips, the baubles also danced against her thighs as she walked. Five escort eryaman inch heeled stilettos were strapped to her feet and her breasts bounced a bit as she walked, jiggling in a most provocative manner, the adornment hanging from each erect nipple also pulling slightly.

She had applied dabs of Eternity in strategic locations around her body – the back of her neck, on her chest between her breasts, the underside of each breast, the inside of each thigh just below where the jewelry made contact, and the inside of each ankle. None was used in the pubic area as He preferred to be able to indulge in her own scent once she was aroused.

Her attire consisted of nothing more than a pair of sheer black stockings with black lace tops that ended mid-thigh and were held up by garters connecting to a skimpy little belt of burgundy satin and black lace. The stockings were more like a wisp of smoke adorning her long slender legs with the garter belt and straps framing her sex in a in a perfect presentation of womanhood. She was both angelically beautiful and a total slut. She imagined He would be extremely pleased.

Pleasing Him was something she delighted in, whether it was simply the smile He displayed when she entered a room, the sight of His member rigid from the arousal she had provided, or the moans of pleasure He emitted when he ejaculated deep inside her womb. She loved when He lay atop her like that, possessing her, thrusting His manhood ever deeper, ankara escort ravaging her with an intensity that bordered on cruelty. At that moment they were two primal animals, void of human rationale, lost in carnal intensity.

She adored His penis, loved to lick it, draw the bulbous head into her mouth, feel it against the back of her throat as she attempted to take the entire shaft in. She enjoyed licking the swollen testicles that He kept smoothly shaven. When He climaxed in her mouth it was heavenly, the ejaculate a slightly briny slightly musky nectar that was hot and creamy. When He ejaculated on her face or her breasts the heat was always a surprise and she delighted in the sensation as it would slowly slide down her skin after.

She wondered what He would ask of her tonight. Would He be alone or would there be others that He would expect for her to service? It seemed never to be quite the same. Sometimes she was shared with another man, sometimes another woman, sometimes several others like the evening He took her from the front, another man from the rear, and a third in her mouth. They had all climaxed in one surging crescendo that had left her both filled and drained. She had swallowed every drop of ejaculate that had been deposited in her mouth then licked each of their three members clean. After the others left she had fellated Him, being rewarded with another mouthful of seed which she greedily consumed.

Perhaps elvakent escort it would again be a long relentless line of men each taking her in his turn until she lost count of how many times she had felt that pulse inside her or the splattering of semen all over her body and face. Maybe He would give her over to another woman as He did one evening that had been full of cunnilingus and artificial phalluses. That time had been agony, as He refused to use her himself, instead making Celeste watch as the other woman pleasured Him.

A car horn honked outside. The cab had arrived to transport her to tonight’s destination. She donned her trench coat, grabbed a clutch with a few essentials and the sealed black envelope. Once inside the cab the envelope was turned over to the driver who opened it and read the address then stole salacious glances in the rearview mirror as they sped through the city. She was already feeling used.

The journey took twenty minutes and ended at the front door of an extravagant stone house, dim light issuing from several windows. As she stepped from the car the driver helped himself to the cash that had also been in the envelope then disappeared off into the night leaving her standing alone before an immense wooden door.

Before she could knock it opened and she stepped inside. The foyer was cavernous and well lit. As the door closed behind her she loosened the belt and then the buttons of her coat. She allowed it to slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. Standing there now so totally on display and exposed she shuddered slightly and not only felt her nipples harden more, but that first twinge of arousal between her legs as well. She stepped forward.

He smiled.

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