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Matti fixed what she hoped was an attentive look on her face and then let her mind wander, careful to keep flicking her eyes back to Joshua’s face in a show of listening. He was a nice enough guy, and a good lay, but he just wasn’t interesting to her. This was their second official date and she was bored already – they’d only been seated about 10 minutes. She sighed inwardly. She’d sit it out, get in one last shag, and then break it off. Such a pity because he was pretty good in bed – just couldn’t hold her attention as soon as he started talking. They obviously didn’t have much in common.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she noticed him switch his attention from her to something behind her; something that brought a look of excitement to his face.

“I’m so sorry Matti – but would you excuse me for just a few minutes?” he asked, looking back at her. She was reminded of a child who’d just seen their favourite toy and wanted to go and play with it. “I’ve just spotted a colleague at the bar – I’ve been trying to arrange a meeting with him but he’s so hard to get hold of – this is a perfect time to nail him down. I’ll be five minutes.” Without even waiting for a response, Joshua was up and off, heading for the bar. Matti rolled her eyes and sighed again, outwardly this time. On a positive note, she realised she didn’t have to listen to his prattle for at least a little while. She probably owed the colleague at the bar a drink for doing her such a favour. Grinning to herself, she turned in her seat to see just who she would be buying for. It didn’t take her long to spot Joshua, nor to see, and recognise, the tall figure he was talking animatedly to.

Sebastien. Matti felt an instant flush of desire as she stared at him. Josh’s back was toward her, but he was gesturing over his shoulder, explaining, Matti assumed, what he was doing at the restaurant. Sebastien looked in her direction and their eyes locked. Even across the room she felt the electricity between them, although not even a hint of recognition showed on his face before he looked away, back at Joshua.

Matti turned back around, unsettled. She hadn’t seen Sebastien since that night he’d come to her house after she finally gave up and told him to fuck off. He’d called, he’d texted her, he’d even shown up at her house a couple of times since, but she’d ignored it all. After a couple of months, he gave up. They moved in similar circles, but she’d avoided seeing him somehow. Until now. At least it was at a distance. Matti wasn’t sure how well she’d ignore him if he was close to her. Even less sure if he could touch her.

She was startled out of her thoughts as Josh appeared back at the table and Matti noted the apologetic look on his face suspiciously.

“I hope you don’t mind, Matti,” he said, not sitting down. “My colleague is here with a friend – they’ve come a long way and it looks like there was a mix up with their booking. I offered to share our table with them – seeing as its large enough – it seemed unfair that they should just have to turn around and leave.” Matti had to make an effort to not roll her eyes. A long way? She knew for a fact Sebastien lived about 5 minutes from here.

She realised Joshua was waiting for a response. Moot point considering a waiter was already setting two more places. “That’s fine,” she replied, plastering a smile on her face.

She felt her spine tingle and knew Sebastien and his date must have reached the table. Joshua started to introduce them, but Sebastien interrupted him.

“We know each other. Hello, Matti,” he said as he bent and kissed her lightly on the cheek. His eyes lingered on her a fraction longer than normal before he stood, and half turned towards his companion. “This is Natalie.”

They took their seats and after a few stilted moments, the conversation started to flow. Matti realised that Natalie, once she overcame her shyness, was a smart, level-headed and funny woman. She was a teacher and had many stories to tell which had them all laughing. It was easy enough to relax until just after they’d finished their mains and Natalie and Joshua excused themselves to go to the bathroom at the same time, leaving Matti and Sebastian alone. As soon as the others were out of earshot, Sebastien dropped his casual facade and rounded on her.

“You ignored every single one of my calls. My texts. For god’s sake, you even pretended you weren’t home to avoid me.” He spoke quietly but the anger was obvious. “Why?”

She turned to look at him coolly. “I guess I just didn’t need a fuck when you called,” she replied.

He took a deep breath, trying to control his rising temper. “I wasn’t calling you to fuck, Matti, and you know it.”

“Do I?” She held his gaze. “I’m pretty sure we established that was your modus operandi, Sebastien. Why would I think any different?”

Sebastien stared at her. He wanted to say more but he spied Joshua returning to the table. Carefully schooling his features into blankness, he took a long drink of his almanbahis adresi whisky. He was prepared to wait.

Thirty minutes later dessert was done and they were getting ready to leave. As they all stood, Seb looked to Joshua. “Would you be keen to head next door and have another drink?” he asked casually.

Joshua’s eyes lit up. He’d barely been able to talk business during dinner, this was an opportunity he couldn’t miss. “Absolutely,” he confirmed, then glanced guiltily at Matti. “You OK with that, Matti?”

She almost rolled her eyes again, having an inkling what Sebastien was up to, but simply smiled and nodded. One dance and she’d make Joshua an offer he couldn’t refuse – then they’d be out of there and away from Sebastien.

They made their way down the short walk-through between restaurant and club, Seb leading the way. At the end they were stopped, the doorman initially refusing them entry. A quick chat with Seb saw them not only let in, but ushered quickly to a booth and given welcome drinks. Matti was disappointed to note how starstruck Joshua seemed to be by Seb. She knew he was up to something, just wasn’t sure what. Once they were settled, Seb disappeared for about 5 minutes which made her even more uneasy. But before long, the music pulsing through the club took her attention and all she wanted to do was dance.

Taking a long drink of her champagne, Matti turned to Natalie. “Do you dance?” she asked.

Natalie shook her head. “Not often. It would take an exceptional offer to get me out there.” Her gaze drifted to Seb, who had returned to the table and was chatting to Joshua.

Matti winked at her, then tapped Joshua on the shoulder. Sliding against him, she put on her most persuasive face. “Dance with me?” She stood and headed for the floor, not waiting for his answer. He followed though and soon they were encased in a moving sea of bodies, moving to the music. It had changed as they entered the floor, becoming more casual, not really allowing for Matti and Joshua to dance together. It was unusual for this club; usually the music was intense, to the point the dance floor resembled a fully clothed orgy.

But they danced. After a song or two, Sebastian and Natalie joined them and the two couples danced side by side. A song later the music changed, became more suited to couples, although it was still not as intense as usual. Matti danced in Joshua’s arms, trying to be subtly suggestive. She was about to ask him if they should head home when Sebastian tapped his shoulder.

“May I cut in?” he asked, his words clear despite the music.

Joshua smiled good-naturedly and spun her towards Sebastian, accepting Natalie’s hand in return, both men oblivious to the expressions on the face of the women they were passing around like cigars.

Matti fumed. She had zero desire to dance with Sebastien; firstly, because it was Sebastien, and secondly because the music was frankly shite. She glared at him and took a step back, ready to not-so-politely excuse herself. He kept a firm grip in her hand and she saw him nod to someone over her shoulder; in an instant the music changed. Suddenly, the throbbing beat Matti had been missing was there. The dance floor exploded as everyone realised the energy was back. Despite herself, Matti found her body begin to move with the beat. When Sebastian drew her closer, she went to him. Their bodies, so well-known to each other, melded together effortlessly.

Matti forgot about Joshua and Natalie. She moved instinctively, her arms sliding up and around Sebastian’s neck, feeling his hands on her lower back, her ass, her hips, holding her against him as they moved with the music. He turned her, so her back was to his chest, pulling her tightly against him, his hands on her hips, burning through her dress. She tilted her head against his shoulder as he dropped his face to her exposed neck, his breath hot on her skin. She ground her ass against him, feeling the hardness of his arousal, feeling her breasts tighten in response, knowing he would be aware how he was affecting her.

They danced like that through three more songs – Joshua and Natalie had long since left the floor. All around them couples were intertwined, hands and mouths roaming as they all but fucked to the music. Despite her anger at Sebastian for what she now realised was his total manipulation of the music, Matti couldn’t deny how turned on she was by him. How her body responded to his touch. How badly she wanted to fuck him. She closed her eyes, fighting a battle with herself, knowing she should walk away, get Joshua and go home. As if conjured by her thoughts, Joshua suddenly appeared on the dance floor, her purse in his hand, a look of tightly controlled anger on his face.

“I think it’s time to go,” he snapped, leaning in to be heard, “if you want to join me – if you don’t have other plans.” He cast a scathing look toward Sebastian.

Matti stepped away from Sebastian, recognising an opportunity to escape. almanbahis adres She nodded. “Let me go say goodbye to Nat and I’ll be right out,” she promised, smiling.

Joshua gave her a long stare and then nodded, turning and disappearing through the crowd without so much as looking at Sebastian. Matti turned to head for their table, but Sebastian reached for her, stopping her. He pulled her close and stared down at her. “Stay,” he said in a low voice. “You belong here, with me. Stay with me.”

Matti out her hands on his chest. “Oh Seb. I could stay with you forever. If only that’s what you wanted.” She met his gaze and then reached up, planting a light kiss on his mouth. “Goodbye.” She turned and walked away – this time Sebastien let her go.

Natalie was sitting alone, busy on her phone. Matti wondered if she was going to cop it from the other woman, but to her surprise Natalie seemed unbothered by it all. She gave Matti a warm goodbye, even giving Matti her number and suggesting they catch up for a drink, sans the men. Matti headed out of the club feeling slightly tipsy and looking forward to getting Joshua home.

He was waiting at the curb with a car, holding the door open for her and sliding in beside her.

“Your place or mine?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

Joshua returned her gaze coldly. “Your place and mine,” he replied. “I’ll drop you first then go home.”

“Why?” Matti said, genuinely confused. “I’d like you to come back to mine – or me to yours?”

“You have to be kidding me,” Joshua ground out. “After that little orgy on the dance floor between you two? I’m actually surprised you came out.” The look on Joshua’s face turned nasty. “I gather you offered him this deal and he rejected you, so you thought you’d try it on me. You must have felt pretty stupid. Poor guy was just trying to talk some business – and you thought what? That he was genuinely interested in you? And failing that, at least you still had plan B? Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t feel like being your consolation prize. Guess you should have thought a bit more before you threw yourself at him like that.”

Matti felt her temper rising as Joshua spoke but held it in until he finished, a look of triumphant disdain on his face.

“You done?” she asked, her voice suddenly low and silky. Anyone who knew her would have recognised it; it was an indication that she was about to abandon all social niceties.

“You think I got rejected by him? You think I was bothering the big, busy businessman and interrupting his important time with you? Oh Joshua, let me let you in on a little secret.” She slid closer to him on the seat of the car.

“He wanted to take me home. He wanted it from the moment he turned up at the bar and saw me sitting at your table. It’s the only reason he agreed to come have dinner with us. He hadn’t travelled a long way – he lives 5 minutes from the restaurant. I know that because I’ve fucked him there many, many times.” Matti smiled in satisfaction as Joshua’s look of triumph began to falter. “And going to the club – that wasn’t to continue his talks with you, my ignorant, naïve boy. He suggested it because we have so much history in that club, and he knows how much I love it there. He knows how much that kind of music turns me on. He manipulated the DJ to play shit music while I danced with you and then switch it up as soon as he could get you to agree to let me dance with him.” She laughed a little. “As if I needed your fucking permission. Didn’t you notice that the good music started the instant I was dancing with him? Did you think that was just a coincidence?

“And yes, we did dance like we were fucking. That’s what the club is about. And it was hot. And I was so fucking turned on. And yet, when you came to the floor and wanted to leave, I agreed. Didn’t hesitate. Because I thought I’d come home with you and take all that frustration and turn it into the best night of your life.” Now she fixed her stare on him and her eyes were hard. “Sebastien asked me to stay with him. I said no and came after you. Only to have you act like a fucking two-year-old, and what’s worse, try to shame me or make me feel like I am inadequate, or a slut.” She shook her head and slid back to the far side of the seat, away from him. “Your loss, kiddo. I hope you enjoy your… whatever it is you thought you’d get out of acting like this. What a fucking waste of my time you’ve been.” She turned and looked out the window dismissively. She didn’t look at him again or say anything else until the car pulled up in front of her home. She opened her door and then turned to him.

“For the ride,” she said, tossing a $50 note onto the seat between them. “So, yeh, I won’t call you, ok? I suggest you lose my number too.” She got out and shut the door, walking inside without a backwards glance.

Matti kicked off her shoes as soon as she was inside and went to the fridge, grabbing a glass as she went. She poured herself a wine and sat at her bench, almanbahis adresi fuming. Turning down Sebastien had been the right decision at the time but now she was horny, angry and alone. Suddenly she laughed, grasping the ridiculousness of the situation. She thought of the look on Joshua’s face in the car and laughed harder. Her anger gone, she picked up her phone and pulled up Sebastien’s number.

You home yet?

His reply wasn’t instant, but it was quick enough for her to know he had been keeping his phone nearby. Yes. Why?

You alone? she typed out, ignoring his question.

Yes. Why?

She ignored his question again, opening her Uber app instead and booking a car. Why should she sit at home, frustrated and alone, when a source of release was reasonably nearby and apparently available?

Sebastien stared at his phone, waiting for Matti to respond. When she hadn’t after five minutes, he sighed, realising she’d probably passed out. Obviously, Joshua had been a bit quick. Or else they were getting into it now and that’s why she isn’t replying, a voice countered in his head. Sebastien frowned, hating the way it made him feel to think of Matti fucking someone else. He’d said goodbye to Natalie at the club – she was nice but after having Matti against him he’d had no desire to take another woman home. He wasn’t a perfect gentleman by any means, but he also wasn’t the type to fuck one woman while thinking of another.

He ran a hand through his hair and poured another whisky. At least he could enjoy a decent drink at home before having a shower and going to bed. A cold shower. He shifted, trying to adjust his cock which had stiffened again just thinking about Matti. He groaned, letting his thoughts wander. She was just such a package – sexy as fuck, not just because she was fit and confident, but because she was smart and could give as good as she got. She had a sense of humour and wasn’t prissy or prudish; she was also hot-headed and passionate – but under all that, he knew she could also be quiet and kind in the right situations. He just wished she’d been happy with the way things had been – with their casual but regular hook ups. It wasn’t that he wanted to see other people – he just had no desire to be obligated to do anything, to have to feel like he had to be selfless. But he’d been honest about that from the start, or so he thought.

When Matti had cut him off six months ago, he’d been genuinely surprised. He’d tried to make it up to her, but she’d walked away without a backwards glance. After a couple of months, he realised it was pointless and let her be. Seeing her tonight, he’d acted on impulse and thought he’d try one last time. Only to have her walk out again. He shook his head slightly, taking a long drink from his glass. Maybe it was time to actually fuck someone else.

He drained his glass and stood, intending to head for that cold shower, when his door buzzer went off. Glancing at his watch, he frowned, who would be at his door at this time of night? He crossed to the panel, hitting the button that activated the camera and then stared. Matti was looking back at him, a slightly amused look on her face. After a few moments she visibly sighed and pushed the button again, raising an eyebrow at the camera as if she knew he was looking at her. He pushed the button to let her in and then went back to the bar, pouring himself another whisky, as well as one for her. This was bound to be interesting.

He let her in wordlessly and then followed her to the living room. She accepted the whisky he offered and perched on the arm of the leather sofa. Taking a drink, she looked at him over the rim of her glass, noting he was still standing, a carefully blank look on his face.

“Well hey,” she said, “aren’t you going to sit down?”

“Not sure. How long are you staying?”

“That depends, I suppose…” she leant forward and placed her glass on the coffee table.

“Depends on…?” he prompted, still not moving.

She stood and approached him. She took his glass and placed it down beside hers, then stood in front of him, putting her palms on his chest. “On you, of course,” she said softly, not meeting his eyes, but sliding her hands slowly up, loving the feeling of his muscular chest through the fabric. She reached his top button and undid it, deliberately slowly, before moving down to the next and repeating the process.

Sebastien was fighting an internal battle. Ten minutes ago, he’d been fantasising about fucking her. Then he’d made the decision to stop trying to fix anything and move on. Now she was standing in front of him, clearly intent on getting him naked. His desire was instant; he knew she’d be aware of his arousal already. He shuddered as she slid her hands inside his shirt, onto his bare skin. Using every last ounce of self-control, he gently grasped her wrists, halting her progress.

“Why?” he asked. “I asked you to come with me; you said no. Why are you here now? I don’t get it.”

Matti dropped her hands and stepped away, rolling her eyes. “Oh, come on!” she exclaimed. “For fuck’s sake, does it matter? Isn’t this what you want – aren’t I what you want? I know you’re what I want. Just because I didn’t come home with you earlier doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.”

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“You got two minutes?” Helen stood in Dominic’s doorway and waited for him to answer.

‘Yeah. I’m free now. What can I do for you?’ He could never fail to be turned on by the sight of Helen. Ten years older, her confidence was sexy and she’d kept herself in great shape. Helen had a penchant for wearing dresses that showed off an incredible pair of legs.

‘You know that Year 9 class we share?’

‘I do…’

‘Well, I was wondering if you’d mind doing their reports…?’

She’d moved closer to him, close enough to fill his head with the most alluring of scents. Dominic sat down, a pile of marking on the desk in front of him. Helen perched herself on the desk and crossed her legs. Dominic couldn’t help but pleased with how he’d kept eye contact with her as he spoke. It would have been so obvious if he’d even glanced at her legs.

‘Well, what am I going to get in return?’

He genuinely hadn’t considered the flirtatious nature of his question, but now that he’d said it, Helen’s eyes glinted and sharpened in on him. He smiled, as if it was all intentional.

‘Ooh, you came to play, didn’t you?’

Helen bit her lip and, out of the corner of his eye, Dominic could see that her leg was moving. He kept eye contact.

‘Now, I didn’t mean to tease…’

‘Mr Johnson, I’m intrigued.’

She stood up and moved behind him, as he remained seated. Two hands on his shoulders, she gave Dominic a playful little shove, before leaning her mouth in, close to his ear.

‘Just what’s going on inside your head?’

Dominic felt her hot breath tingle the hairs on the back of his neck and the heat reached his crotch, as he couldn’t stop his cock from stirring inside his pants.

Helen walked around the other side of the desk, her back to him. He took the opportunity to drink in the sight of her legs, as well as her shapely arse. The dress cling to it magnificently.

In his head, Dominic thought nothing of just going for it.

‘You’re looking particularly almanbahis adres stunning today, Helen.’

She turned and wore a look that said she didn’t know how to react to the comment. After a second, it faded and was replaced with a familiar expression of confidence, complete with smile and glint in the eye.

Helen licked her lips before she spoke.

‘Thank you, Dominic. Do I get you hot under the collar?’

She moved forward and leaned across the desk, so she was eye to eye with him.

‘Sometimes,’ he smirked back before standing up. ‘Do I get you all hot and bothered?’ He approached her, getting close enough to take in more of her perfume.

She took in the sight of him – shirt clinging to his body, broad shoulders and a full package, just for her. Her eyes rested there.

‘Oh, God, yes.’

He wrapped his arms around her, while she went straight for his cock, caressing it firmly over his trousers.

‘You want to fuck me, don’t you?’

Dominic reached down and grabbed Helen’s arse, squeezing it hard. She gasped.

‘Like you wouldn’t believe!’

At this, she leaned back on the desk behind her and raised one leg straight in the air, revealing black lace underwear.

‘We’d best get a move on, then, hadn’t we?’

Without hesitation, Dominic unbuckled his belt and pulled both his trousers and boxers down.

Helen peered down at his erect cock and placed her hand on her leg, holding it in position for him to have easier access to her snatch.

‘Oh, Dominic. I can tell you right now this is not going to be the only time you fuck me!’

Dominic leaned forward, eyes locked on Helen’s and, peeling her underwear to one side, licked her hole passionately from bottom to top, releasing a scream of pleasure.

‘Oh, my fucking God!’

Before she could catch her breath back, Dominic stood up straight and plunged his dick as far as he could into her, grabbing her vertical leg in the process and riding almanbahis adresi her back and forth, reacting to her own gyrations.

‘Oh, that’s it! Fuck me deep! Please, own that cunt!’

‘Tell me about the next time!’

‘What?’

‘Tell me what you want the next time we fuck!’

Helen’s eyes glinted with a naughty shine.

‘Tonight. You’re coming to mine tonight and I’m going to be in charge of you!’

Dominic felt his dick slip in and out of her hot cunt.

‘What are you going to do to me?’

‘You’re going to make your own way in – I’ll leave the door open for you. I’ll be waiting upstairs in the sexiest thing I can find and some handcuffs. I’m going to tie you down and bury that fucking cock in my face until you explode in my mouth!’

‘You naughty girl!’

They were still gyrating to a furious rhythm.

‘I’m a fucking slut and you know it! Tomorrow night, you’re in charge. Tell me what you’re going to do to me!’

‘I’m going to buy you some stockings to wear and put it in every hole you have! You’re going to be my little fuck doll! I’m going to decorate the inside of your arse with my cum, you whore!’

Dominic could see Helen getting more turned on by what he was saying.

‘I’m going to lick that cunt dry and treat you like the naughty girl you are, slapping my cock all over that slutty little face of yours!’

Helen gasped and Dominic guessed it was partly from what he was saying and partly from what he was doing to her.

‘Talking of handcuffs, I’m going to tie you down to the bed and play with those gorgeous tits of yours until they’re red. Then, I’m going to kneel next to you and plunge my cock right into your mouth, grabbing your hair, so you bob up and down on my dick until there are tears coming out of your eyes!’

‘Oh, fuck, I love it! I’ll be such a good slut for you! I’ll do it all!’

‘Promise?’

‘It sounds like I’ll need some help to handle you! You have Suzanne’s number, almanbahis adresi don’t you?’

Dominic almost stopped fucking her. He slowed down as she looked at him with the filthiest look he’d ever seen.

‘Oh, baby, you think I don’t know? You think she hasn’t told me about that amazing cock of yours? Why do you think I’ve been so desperate to get you on your own?’

‘She told you?’

‘All about fucking her across her kitchen table! Fuck, I nearly came right then and there. My knickers were so wet! I had to go home and play with myself. I’ve been dying to try you out got myself and now, I’m going to be dying to share you with her!’

At this, Dominic thrust himself furiously into her, going deeper than he thought he could. Helen gasped with every bang of his cock until he tensed up and exploded, firing a huge load of hot cum into her.

Still holding onto her leg, he pulled his dripping dick out of her cunt and flipped her, so she was bent over the desk, rather than lying on top of it. Helen was gasping for breath. The last few pulses of Dominic’s cock had left her unable to speak. He stood behind her, looked at the incredible arse she had – her dress had risen up to her hips – and he smacked his hand as hard as he could across one of her cheeks.

Helen screamed so much it snapped Dominic back into reality and he turned to see if anyone was at his classroom door. There wasn’t. But, they’d been fucking for a good ten minutes, so it wouldn’t have surprised him if someone had been, seen him, balls deep into Helen’s snatch, then tell the rest of the school.

‘I haven’t come! I need you to finish me off!’

Dominic put his cock back into his trousers and stood next to Helen, who was pushing herself back into a standing position.

‘Don’t worry. I will. When you and Suzanne want me to come round and fuck you both silly!’

Helen straightened her dress and smiled at him.

‘Don’t make any plans for the next week. I think it’s going to be a case of sooner rather than later for when we get in touch.’

She made her way to the door.

‘Hang on. Don’t you want to talk about our Year 9s?’

‘No, thanks. I got what I really came for. Speak to you soon.’

And with that, she walked out of the room.

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Lily POV:

The sun didn’t rise that Thursday morning, its rays didn’t find their way through Lily’s window, and it wasn’t able to lay down a layer of warmth to her cheek and cause her to turn away and slumber just a few minutes more. Normally she would wake up easily this way after she enjoyed holding her eyes closed for a couple moments. She would throw off the covers and start getting dressed and ready and minimally presentable before her first children arrived. No, instead it was a crash of thunder just outside her home that brought her bolt upright in her bed. She gasped for air and caught her breath, pursing her lips together, letting out a slight whistle and then a growl before she let out a string of obscenities, damning the storm, damning the noise, and after glancing at the blank screen of her alarm clock, sending the electric company and their call takers straight to hell. How dare she be awakened this way when she had the day off? Why can’t she have a clear sunny day to enjoy all to herself for once? She thought to herself that today wasn’t about to be a day she would let go, no matter what it threw at her.

Her lab Brody was in the room as that thought finished in her head. He wasn’t very fond of lightning or thunder, but once he laid down next to her and snuggled into the covers askew over her bed, he was calm enough to fall back asleep. Time to get up and see what time it is. Her phone wasn’t at her bedside table where she normally charges it. Without the house phone working she wouldn’t be able to call and make it ring, but if it hadn’t charged overnight it might not bother ringing anyway. Lily slid out of bed and stepped on her blue nightie, that would do, she stepped into it and pulled it right up then headed for the kitchen, hoping her phone might still be in her purse. Brody sighed and stretched his legs a bit as she pulled the door almost closed behind her and then she headed down the darkened hallway with brief flashes of lightning helping her not step on any toys that might have made their way down towards her room.

Once in the kitchen she saw her phone sitting right next to her purse, except it didn’t look quite right, and she picked it up – too light – and realized it was only the hardcover case. Where the hell is the phone? She knew she brought it home, here’s the case, it’s not in there, but it has to be somew…there it is, by the sink. She flicked the screen to life and saw it was already 10 o’clock, but her battery was down to 10 percent. Wow, when you get the chance to sleep in, you sure take it, don’t you Lily? Four messages, none looked super important, two from Greg who annoyed the hell out of her two nights before, one from her mother asking if she could make lunch, and one from an unknown with only a phone number. Great, who did she give her number to last night, she was only having drinks at the Mexican place with the girls. Well, she never talks to many guys there anyway, so she put her phone down. Lily checked the Folgers can, no coffee – damnit – guess I can grab something after I get out the door. Lily took her phone, put it back in the case, and headed back to her bedroom to put it on the charger.

This day off might be starting out crappy, but I’m not letting it ruin the rest of my day, she thought. A quick shower brought the rest of her life back to her face and hands and long shapely legs. Toweling off she thought she heard her phone buzz a bit but there’s no need to check it now. Legs and lady bits need tended to, it can wait. Besides, something in the back of her mind was telling her today was important for some reason, and although she couldn’t remember why, she figured she better look her best in case whatever that something was came to her. She ran the razor around and up and over and down and across and every touch to her skin made her more confident. You can’t be your best if you let the little almanbahis adres stuff go for long, her mother always told her that, and after a few years of a sudden single life she believed it more and more every day. And with that it’s time to get dressed to get out and about. But today is special, for whatever reason, she thought, and she chose a red and white dress she hadn’t worn in a few months.

Once in her car, Lily fired it up and smacked the wiper and light switches on the dash, hoping they would make some kind of difference in this mess. The rain didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon, and it even felt harder as she neared her friend Jessica’s house. It felt like the rain was actually shaking her car as it hit, wait, that’s not possible, then why is the car shaking? Lily pulled over onto a side street and got out to find the worst possible reason for a shaking and thumping, one flat tire on the right rear, which if she had another spare would be a perfect match to the spare already on her left rear. She quickly ran back around and sat in her seat, shutting the door to keep the rain out, not like it mattered much since she was already sopping wet from head to toe. She reached into her purse to get her phone, the phone she didn’t put in her purse because it was still on the charger in her bedroom at home. Wow, she thought, maybe I should just walk from here, Jessica probably wants to drive her Jeep anyway. Just at that moment, a taxi pulled out of the driveway of the house she was stopped in front of. She saw a man waving to the taxi as it pulled away from the curb, probably headed for the airport. The man stopped waving and looked at Lily’s teal Cavalier, and not recognizing it at all he thought nothing of it and went back inside. She suddenly thought that maybe he could let me use his phone to call Jessica and AAA. She got out and hurried up the driveway to the front door, shook the excess water out of her hair, and rang the doorbell.

David POV:

David kept smacking his phone on the bedside table. It’s a proven fact that when you’re only half awake and hearing alarms going off, you can’t turn them off by smacking your phone next to you if the alarm clock is on the dresser on the other side of the room. That didn’t stop David, from trying, but by the time the phone hit the floor he had no choice but to give up. His wife Cindy came in and pulled off the covers, telling him, “get up, you have to be up, I have to go, my flight is in a few hours, there’s no time this morning to sleep in.” David rolled over a bit, adjusted himself in his shorts, and sat up. It was a long night. If she wasn’t talking in her sleep, ordering people around at her job, then she was flopping over, it’s amazing how good of aim she has when she’s not aiming for anything, and his kidneys were sore because of it.

Time to wake up, thought David, get her out the door so you can have a few days of peace and quiet. Once refreshed and awakened by a hot shower, David tossed on a red and white plaid shirt and a pair of khakis. It was still dark outside, but he thought he heard thunder, too. Who knows, it’s still six something in the morning and as long as the taxi shows up it’ll be fine, she’ll be gone, it can rain all day, he has more on his mind to deal with. Coffee finished off his cloud of sleepiness and he started helping his wife pack for that business trip. Laptop, charger, mouse, headset, laptop bag is done. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, shaving gel, razors, Q-tips, tampons, Tylenol, the lavender lotion his mother gave her every year for her birthday, maybe this time she’d use it, bathroom bag is done. She had already laid her outfits out on the bed, he put them in the bag in the order they’d need to come out. Nothing fancy, just business attire plus a couple T-shirts and a flowery lacy full length nightgown. Very conservative. Even if David almanbahis adresi could go with, there’s no sense in packing anything racy, it’s not like he’d get a chance to see her in it anyway. Clothes bag is done. He took the three bags and set them down by the front door so he could load them in the cab when it arrived. Two more hours to freedom. The kids weren’t even awake yet, it might be a really good morning!

That’s when the sky exploded, a bright flash of lightning and a huge crash of thunder. Not good weather for flying but he would have to trust that it would be okay. The rain came down in sheets, looking out the kitchen window, he couldn’t even see the house across the street at times. He’s glad he wasn’t going up in this mess but he worried about his wife for more than the usual reason. New Orleans is a wild town and she was a wild girl when they met, and it made him wonder what her nights would be full of, would they be like two years ago when her name was on the VIP guest list for a swinger party? This was an accident, he had seen it on her computer screen when he was looking for something on her desk, and it was at the top of her email inbox? Was it worth it, letting her run around on her business trips? Maybe, she provided so well for the kids and let him get laid a few times a month, it’s not so bad, is it? At any rate, a horn honking outside took him out of the thought and he opened the door. Cab drivers, he was one once, he would always get out and help with bags, but this fat, balding idiot was just sitting there tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Fine, he thought, and he took the bags out to the green and white clunker himself, he had to tap on the window glass to get the driver to pop the trunk. Bags in, trunk closed, wife hurrying out the door, leaving it open, she got in the cab and shut the door, lowering the window an inch to say goodbye. No kiss, just impatience. He returned to the porch to shake off some of the rain and waved to her while she didn’t wave back. What a morning. He turned to go in and noticed a little teal colored car sitting on the curb with a flat tire and a girl sitting back down inside, rummaging through her purse. For a moment he wondered if she needed help, but then he heard one of the kids open the fridge, and had to go check it out.

After a sippy cup of milk was on the table and some animated dinosaurs were on the TV, David heard the doorbell ring. Was it Cindy? Maybe she forgot something, her phone maybe, or the charger for it? He opened the door to see a tall and well built blonde girl, couldn’t be much more than twenty-five, soaking wet from head to toe, shivering slightly. Her dress matched his shirt and was sticking to her, showing the outline of a pair of nipples the size of his ring fingertips. Her lips were parted and she was saying something to him, but he was so enamored with her beauty that he couldn’t hear a word she said.

David asked her, “I’m sorry, can I help you?”

She replied, “yes, can I use your phone, I have two flat tires and am trying to get to a friend’s house, I was hoping she could come get me and then I can send a tow truck for the car later?” Nothing wrong with that, she just needs some help.

David invited her in, “hey, you can come in the living room and relax, I’ll get you a towel to dry off and find out what the kids did with the phone.”

She stood in the living room, she was afraid to sit on the couch because she was so wet, but once he brought her the towel she was able to wipe herself down. He watched her rub the towel through her hair, then down her neck, her chest, her legs, one at a time, they were so shapely and thick. He wondered how strong they were and what they would feel like wrapped around him. She bent over to dry her calves and feet and then sat down on the towel on the couch. He said, “by the way, my name’s David, almanbahis adres but I uh, I can’t find the phone right now, but I’ll get my cell phone for you, it’s in the bedroom, I’ll be right back.”

He actually seemed kinda adorable, stuttering like that – a grown man – and Lily replied, “well, I’m Lily, and I won’t be but a minute, I’ll wait here.”

David walked into the bedroom and found his phone, his pants feeling remarkably tight after the little show this Lily put on for him in the living room. Did she do that on purpose? Nah, couldn’t be, she’s just stranded with bad tires in a bad storm and needs to make a phone call, that’s all. She might not know what she does to him at all and he probably better keep it that way. Still, there seemed to be something more and he really wanted to find out if he got the chance. He handed the phone to Lily and she dialed a local number. No answer. She tried again and still nothing.

David said, “if you want to stay here for a bit and see if she calls back, that’s OK, if one of my girls bothers you let me know I can put them in their room or something.”

Lily replied, “that’s OK, I’m used to kids running around, I run a day care out of my home, I just have today off, my one kid is headed to an appointment down in Dallas so I figured I’d go out with a friend, but she’s not answering.”

“OK,” he said, “let me know if you need anything, coffee, anything like that, the restroom is right here two doors down from the kitchen.”

“Thanks,” she replied, and as he walked back down the hall she went back to trying Jessica on the phone. Nothing, it wasn’t like her not to call unless she was getting busy or was in the shower. Might as well try again in a few minutes.

David walked into the bedroom again, releasing his hands after straining to hold his pockets to where she might not notice his hard-on. Why do I have to have this happen now, I don’t know this girl, it’s not like I’m cheating, am I? I’ll just stay back here and wait for her to say something, maybe her friend will come get her and I’ll be able to get back to work. Work didn’t seem important anymore, though. He could finish it later.

Daydreaming at his desk would have to come first, but it was interrupted by his oldest daughter asking if she could open a box of Pop Tarts. “Sure, go ahead, just make sure you share with your sisters.”

“OK Daddy, I’ll give them one,” which usually meant sure, I’ll give them one each and take the other six for myself. David wasn’t getting a blueberry pop tart this week. Oh well. Better go check on this Lily girl and see if she got a hold of her friend.

Back in the living room, Lily looked at the phone and was getting restless. The rain continued to pound away at the windows and she didn’t want to spend her day off in some strange guy’s living room. She flicked around through the menus looking for a game to keep her occupied. Not a lot of games here, oh yeah, that’s some sexy stuff, there. Hmmm…he’s got that hookup app I use, that’s the app she uses to talk to a few guys. Lily thought to herself, I didn’t take this guy for the dirty chat thing, maybe I’ve seen him before. She opened the app and saw it was HIM, THAT guy, NO, it couldn’t be, yeah he looks like him, but he just seems so NICE, so pedestrian, so boring, just a guy with some kids and a wife. How the hell could they be one and the same, this DVDaddy she was talking to could make her melt in just a few short words, he would stay up late with her at night if she needed him, and tell her all sorts of naughty things, things she loved to have done to her, things she wanted HIM to do to her, and here she was, in HIS house, and he was stuttering and acting shy and aloof and she didn’t understand the connection.

She looked up and saw David looking down at her and the hookup app open on the phone, she dropped it on the couch and sprang to her feet apologizing, “I’m sorry, I was just looking for a game to play! I didn’t know you were on this, and you’re someone I know, maybe I should leave, I don’t know about this, I mean, this wasn’t what I expected this morning!”

To be continued in Chapter Two…

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‘Ten years’ I thought, my hands caressing the hard leather case. My fingers ran over the raised metallic emblem in the center of the top, light refracting from the gem in its center. That strange symbol, was it another language? Or perhaps the craftsman’s signature? Was it maybe a magical rune which had bestowed its power on the garment contained within? At this point it hardly matters but how it came to be in my possession and what happened next is quite a story. As I said it was ten years ago…

“So what are going to wear to the Halloween party?” my girlfriend Jennifer asked as we laid there basking in the afterglow, her fingers running through the small patch of hair on my chest. “You don’t know yet do you?” she teased when I didn’t answer right away.

“No, I know what I’m going to be. I just want it to be a surprise that’s all,” I replied skirting the issue.

“Fine then, keep your secrets. So do you wanna ride together or do you just want to meet there?” she asked re-positioning herself to look into my eyes.

“I think I’ll just meet you there. I’ll probably just get a ride with Mike and Jim. That makes more sense anyway because they live closer. Plus that way you don’t have to trek all over town just to get me. And then we would have only one car at the end of the night.” I said kissing her soft face.

“Mike and Jim? Seriously?” she said rolling her eyes. “What do you see in them? I mean seriously, those two just creep me out.”

“Why? Whats the matter with them? They’ve always been nice to you.” I asked as I gazed at her perfectly formed body snuggled up next to mine. Her skin still had the slight sheen of perspiration from our love making.

“I don’t like they way they look at me.” she said. “Especially when you’re not in the room. I just get the feeling like I wouldn’t be safe alone with either of them but especially Jim. He’s just so creepy!”

This concerned me a bit. Mike and Jim were my two best friends. I had known them for years and yeah, they had the tendency to turn some people off with their sense of humor but they were good friends. “you feel safe with me though, right?” I inquired not knowing what else to say.

“I feel very safe with you sweetheart” she said as she snuggled in closer and draped her leg over mine. I could feel the heat radiating from he sweet pussy and she let out a long “SIGH”.

Just as we were both getting comfortable her phone started ringing. I could tell by the ring tone it was her mother calling.

The phone beeped as she picked up the call. She flashed me a warning glance “Hey mom.” “No I did not forget” “Yup, I will see you there.” “OK!” “Love you too. Bye.” she grimaced as she ended the call. “OK I wanna start with I’m sorry. My mom called earlier and wanted to do dinner tonight and I couldn’t say no.”

“Ah ha!”

“No seriously, I was!” she pleaded.

“It’s fine darling, you don’t need to explain. I understand. Besides its not like I had reservations anywhere. So when were you planning on letting me know.” I asked.

“I WAS going to let you know as soon as I got here.”

“ah ha”

“In my defense” she said “I didn’t make it ten steps into your apartment before you were all over me. Ten minutes later you were inside me.” she said smiling.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when I started kissing you.” I said placing my free arm behind my head.

“Because I couldn’t talk with two tongues in my mouth” she giggled.

“or when I bent you over the counter and slid my cock into your VERY wet pussy.” I said remembering watching my cock disappearing into her.

“Because you took my breath away, as always. You know how thick you are.” Jennifer smiled as she said it. “I also wanted to tell you that I am going to be busy the next few days with work. They have some big shot suits from Corporate coming in so we will be in meetings all weekend and into next week”

“Wait, what?” I exclaimed “ALL weekend! So when am I going to see you again?”

“Probably not until the costume party next Friday” she said “and I really don’t want to be alone with your creepy friends so please don’t stand me up.”

“I won’t baby.” I promised.

“Well! Since I had to change our plans at the last minute AND because I won’t be seeing you for a few days let me give you a little something to remember me by.” she said as her fingers began tracing down my chest, her soft lips trailing kisses behind. My spent cock began stirring with her gentle loving attention.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if that is going to do anything. You did just give him quite a workout.” I said, remembering her pressing back against me as I thrust into her when she was bent over my kitchen counter and then of her sexy body laid out in my bed my cock thrusting into her trimmed pussy, and then of her beautiful naked body riding my cock, her amazing C cup breasts jiggling with each thrust onto my hard shaft. I could feel the beginning effects of her ministrations.

“Let me see if I can persuade him” she replied as her hand closed around my semi-hard shaft. My cock was slowly almanbahis adres coming to life as she gently stroked and moved in to give it a kiss. “maybe if I do this” she said as she teased and kissed the tip of the head. “or maybe this” as she began kissing the sensitive spot on the underside of the shaft. “or maybe even this” as she brought her tongue into the mix. She began french kissing the sensitive spot she knew got the most attention. “Oh my, I think he likes me!” she was right, my cock was getting more firm with each and every kiss and stroke from her hand, my breathing was also getting longer and more desperate. I looked into her face, her long straight golden hair falling over one shoulder so I could see everything she was doing. When had she put her hair up I wondered as she said “Mmmmm, I wonder what would happen if I did this. She opened her mouth and slowly slid my cock in, her tongue swirling around the head as she exhaled her hot breath around my now rock hard shaft.

Now that she had me hard I expected her to mount my shaft like she had done earlier, instead she kept on licking, sucking and stroking. While it was not uncommon for her to go down on me today she was using every bit skill she had. Jennifer did not deep throat like so many people thought was the ultimate goal but she didn’t need to and it was not long before my labored breathing and grunting let her know I was about to cum. My legs tensed and my toes curled as she continued nursing my cock with her mouth. My orgasm was intense as I shot a massive amount of cum into her welcoming mouth. Jennifer continued sucking long after the initial jet of cum hit her in the back of the throat, feeling every twitching response to the attention from her full lips and tongue.

I was spent, again. I lay there trying to catch my breath, too numb to move. Jennifer got up off the bed slowly.

“I really hate to suck and run” she said wiping off some cum from the corner of her mouth. “but I don’t want to be late meeting my mom” she said as she licked the cum off her finger. “When you think about me later, remember that you sent me to my mom with your cum in both my mouth and my pussy.” she winked as she said it and leaned over and gave me a kiss.

Finding all of her clothes took some time as our lovemaking had started at the front door and ended in the bedroom. Jennifer dressed in front of me making a show of it, like a strip tease but in reverse. First she drew the black g-string panties up her legs, straightening the straps when they got to her waist so that everything fell nicely. Next was her matching black push-up bra, that her 36 C cup breasts really didn’t need. She bent over and settled her breasts into the cups before standing up and fastening the strap behind he back. It amazed me that she could do that easier than I could take it off. She did a slow turn stopping as her back was facing me. She gave me a sultry look over her shoulder, one knee cocked and blew me a kiss. Her skin tight denim jeans followed. My eyes her willing prisoner as they followed the waist band of her pants as she slowly pulled them up her long toned legs. She wiggled her hips to get her perfect heart shaped ass into her jeans and fastened them. She turned and started walking toward me as she pulled her cami on over her head being careful not to get any deodorant on the fabric. The cami only achieved covering her tummy as her cleavage still spilled out over the top. “Again” she said “I am SO sorry that I have to leave like this. I really wanted to spend the night with you tonight.”

“It’s OK Jen, I really do understand.” and I really did. Mom’s are very important. If you can’t treat your own mom with respect what does say about you. “You know you CAN take a shower before you go meet your mom?”

“I know” she said as she sat on the edge of the bed “but I used that time to give you head instead.” Jennifer leaned over putting her ample bosom on display and gave me a deep kiss, her tongue teasing mine to come out and play. “God, I love the way you kiss Daniel” she said as we broke, finger caressing my face as she gave me a few smaller intimate kisses.

Getting up from the bed she grabbed her blazer and pulled it over her shoulders as she slipped her french tipped toenails into the black 4″ strappy high heels that I loved so much. “See you at the party. Remember, DO NOT leave me alone with your creepy friends! Love you!”

“You too, Jen. See you at the party. If you have time and you wanna talk before then, just give me a call.” I said as she used her hands to pull her long blonde hair out of her blazer before putting it up in a quick ponytail. She always wore her hair up, either a ponytail or a braid of some sort. Having stick straight hair Jennifer always felt she needed to do something to jazz it up.

She blew me a kiss from the doorway and in short order I was asleep.

I started awake some time later “RING RING” came the ring tone from my cell phone. “RING RING” it called again before I found and picked it up. I knew from the caller id that it was Jim.

“Hey Jim.” I said almanbahis adresi as I picked up the call

“Daniel! Sup dude?” he asked “Hey, you didn’t forget the bet did you?”

“No Jim, I did not forget the bet.” I was afraid that was why he was calling and also why I didn’t want to tell Jen what I was going to be for the party.

“HA, I can’t wait to see the look on everyone’s face when they see you dressed as a chick. And remember dude you have to be there for the whole party. Not just an appearance and then leave. Seven til eleven, see you there.” he said laughing. “Oh and anytime you want to make any more bets…I’m your guy!” and with that he hung up.

Maybe Jen was right. Jim really could be an ass sometimes.

The buzz from the double afterglow gone, I figured I had better go try to find my costume.

“Five O’clock on a Thursday night, this should be fun.” I said to myself sarcastically as I got up to get ready. “At least its not Friday!”

I knew I had a week but I didn’t want to be scrounging at the last minute trying to find something and having to settle. As it was I was already cutting it close. A quick shower and a shave later and I was on my way.

The mall, unsurprisingly, was a complete bust so I decided to check out some novelty stores. Yeah, like that ever works. Frustrated with the mall I went to a strip mall nearby. The first store was an utter disappointment. Walking from that store to another store at the other end I saw the window display of a Chinese pawn shop and figured ‘what the heck, why not’ as I slipped in to check it out. I was surprised with some of the things there and began thinking ‘I might actually be able to find something here.’

As I was browsing through a rack of dresses, most were in the traditional Chinese cut, long dresses with the mandarin collar but with a thigh high slit, when a small oriental man approached me. I assumed that he must be the owner of the store.

“He-rro, can I hep you? He said his Chinese accent quite apparent.

“Um no, just browsing you know.” I replied

“Oooooo, look something for girlfriend, Yes?” He continued.

I always hate it when you dismiss a salesperson and they stick around anyway. “No. Actually I was looking for something for myself.” I said. The annoyance in my voice lost on the little man.

“This rack cloth for woman. Man cloth dis vay” he said trying to lead me to another rack.

“That’s OK, what I want is on this rack” I said trying hard not to be rude.

A confused look crossed his face and then as his eyes widened, understanding seemingly. “Ohhhhh, you wan be woman!” he exclaimed. Dis not what you look for. Please. Come, dis vay. Have something speciar!”

I followed him back to the counter when he disappeared behind a bead curtain. When I didn’t follow he poked his head out and gestured. “Come come, dis vay. Very speciar”

I followed him in the back and found him climbing a ladder. When he reached the top he retrieved a single black, leather cased box about 18″ x 18″ and about 5 inches deep. Judging from the dust on it’s surface it had been there for quite some time. He brought it down cleaning the dust off with his hand and wiping it off on his pants. There was a strange metallic symbol in the center of the lid. He pressed a button in the center of the symbol and the lid popped open. Inside was a heavy black leather corset. Clearly of very fine quality and heavily boned, it was way nicer and more expensive than the cheap bedroom corset I had bought for Jen from Frederick’s of Hollywood. This was the real deal and obviously made by a true craftsman.

“I am sorry but this is out of my price range. Way out of my price range!” I stammered knowing what garments like this were worth “but thanks for.”

He cut me off before I could finish my sentence “I make good price, you buy, yes? You vant yes?”

Yes I did vant I thought mocking his accent in my head but I didn’t see any way I would be able to afford it.

“Two hunna dolla” he offered with a hopeful look on his face.

Two hundred was the entire budget for my costume. Thinking of everything else I would have to get I told him “I’m sorry but the most I could do is $100.” This set off about 10 minutes of intense bartering before we settled on a price of $145. I had just paid the man when a little Chinese woman came out from further back in the store. She took one look at the dusty leather box and grabbed it out of my hands and started screaming at the little man in Chinese. The little old man grabbed it back and passed it to me and started screaming back. There was much frantic gesticulations from both of them as the screaming continued. I don’t speak a word of Chinese but it was quite clear to me that she was upset the he had sold the box and the corset within. He turned and said “you go now!” before turning to resume his tirade with the woman. Feeling very awkward and considering that I HAD already paid, I left. I could still hear them screaming at each out on the sidewalk.

It was not until I was on my way home almanbahis adres that I realized I had been haggling for something that I didn’t need and couldn’t afford. I mean I COULD but not for a one time event! This totally blew my budget, now all I had left was $55 to get everything else I needed to pull this off and all I had was some stupid lingerie that would give me a more feminine shape. Other than me kicking myself all the way home the drive was uneventful.

Getting my new found “treasure” home I decided to find out how much this was actually going to help me. Setting the box on the bed I opened it like the old man at the shop had. Pressing the button the lid popped open. Once again I marveled at the craftsmanship of the corset within. I had more time to examine it and noted that it was a halter style under-bust corset made from some type of leather, maybe its dragon hide leather I comically mused. Turning my attention back to to the corset I noticed that it also had a hidden busk and that the laces seemed to be in good shape.

Deciding that there was no time like the present I stripped down to my boxers and black wife beater tank top and wrapped the corset around my waist. I fastened the busk and slowly started to draw in the laces. Having done his for Jennifer several times I knew to take my time. I worked the laces slowly and after nearly ten minutes I had whittled my waist down to a very feminine shape. This should definitely make finding clothes for this stupid party easier I thought. Still not enough to justify $145 dollars though, hopefully it would fit Jen I thought. I gave the laces one last tug before tying them off. No sooner had I finished the knot that everything went black.

I remembering hearing sounds in the distance. Was that the TV? Then the smell of carpeting. I opened my eyes and realized that I was on the floor. I must have passed out I realized as I stumbled to pick myself up off the floor. I could definitely tell that the corset was limiting my breathing and I knew how women used to “swoon” from wearing them but I was far from being “tight laced”. My head was a bit groggy, and I was more than a little unsteady on my feet as I walked to he bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. I tried taking a deep breath to test how constrictive the corset was. It definitely limited my breathing but not enough that I should have blacked out. Glancing at my alarm clock I was shocked to see that it was 11 pm already. I had been out for over an hour! No wonder my mouth felt and tasted like the carpeting I had just peeled myself off of.

I was on autopilot, rubbing my eyes as I walked into the bathroom. Stepping up to where the sink was I turned on the faucet, filled my hands with the cool wet elixir and bent down and splashed the water on my face. “Mm-mm that’s better” I said as I fumbled for the towel to dry my face. Lowering the towel to look at myself in the mirror I got an even bigger surprise than waking up on the floor. Looking back at me was not my face. Well it was but it wasn’t. The unkempt brown wavy hair and hazel eyes were the same but the angular features that I shaved every other day had been replaced by soft smooth contours. Very feminine contours. I was also looking at myself from a much lower angle than my normal 6’1″. The more I took in the more I started panicking. Large breasts spilled over the top of the corset stretching the fabric of the ‘wife beater’ I was wearing. My boxer shorts hung loose on my hips and my legs had the muscular tone of a gymnast or ballet dancer. Then I remembered the little old mans “understanding and wide eyed” look “Oh, you vant to be woman” he had said. Oh my God! Was this permanent? My breathing was coming in quick, short gasps and I felt darkness approaching, I really was going to Swoon! Frantically my fingers worked the laces as fast as I could without getting them knotted. Once I had the corset loose enough to unhook the busk I shed the garment on the floor. I had the brief sensation of falling before darkness took me again.

Consciousness came a little quicker this time. Seeing the corset laying next to brought me completely to my senses. Frantically I examined my hands and and body before I got up and confirmed that I was myself again. Breathing a shaky sigh of relief I pushed myself to my feet. I walked to the mirror and confirmed everything else was back to normal.

Retrieving the corset and its case I carried them to the couch and sat down to think. This corset had somehow, magically, transformed me into a woman! Trying to figure out as much as I could I inspected the corset. I already knew that it was leather so my examination turned to the other details. The boning appeared to be actual whale bone and not the new steel spiral springs. That fact indicated that it must be VERY old. The stitching was very good but slightly uneven, it was SO good though that I had to get right up on it looking for something, meaning it had been made without a sewing machine. Other than the obvious quality there was nothing remarkable, no marks, tags, or symbols. Next I checked the case, maybe I would have better luck there. Inside the lid was some writing in Chinese but since I don’t read Mandarin I didn’t know what it said. I imagined that it explained what I had already figured out but I made a mental note to stop back at the store to get some more information.

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A lucky break leads him to the most memorable weekend of his life.

NOTE: This story is a continuation of “Interlude with Honi.”

Tuesday evening for Bob Gordon was much like Monday had been, and so was every other evening that week, up until Friday. All of his days and nights had been pretty much the same since his wife had ended their fifteen year marriage by demanding a divorce, and getting it and custody of their two children. With a big child support bill, he couldn’t afford many luxuries, and had to settle for nightly fantasizing over videos of the girls of his dreams, as displayed on Hotties4U, his favorite site on the internet. On Friday, though, his routine changed, and very much for the better.

After watching a videotape of Honi Hill, his favorite hotty, who climaxed while showing off her gorgeous nakedness, and wishing he was the lucky guy who was bringing her to that orgasm, Bob checked his email. Besides the usual SPAM, there was one from Hotties4U and, when he saw it, Bob remembered the free lottery he had entered a few days earlier. The prize, if he was lucky enough to be the winner, would be to go to the home of Honi and videotape one of her incredibly erotic performances. “Can it possibly be?” he asked himself, while opening the email.

It could be, and apparently was. “Congratulations, Bob,” the message began. “You have been selected to come to the home of your favorite girl of all the beautiful girls of Hotties4U and videotape her erotic performance. Please call the below listed telephone number to arrange the time and place.”

Bob recognized the number’s area code as being fairly close to where he lived. Before calling, he gave a lot of thought to the possibilities. At 45 years old, he had heard a lot about scams and swindles. “If something seems too good to be true,” he had always been told, “It probably isn’t true.” The proposition on the email seemed too good to be true, and he wanted to really think it over before making any kind of commitment or even responding.

There was no request for any kind of credit card information, and the site already had that anyhow. There was no mention of a bank account, and no request for any information of any kind. The only thing it asked him to do was to call a telephone number, and it wasn’t even an “800” number. If he did that, he decided, and they asked him for any information he didn’t want to give them, he would just hang up.

“This is KC,” was the answer he got when he called the listed telephone number.

“Hello, KC. This is Bob Gordon. I was just notified that I have been selected to do a video shoot.”

“Ah, Bob. Congratulations. You made Honi really happy too, when we told her the winner wanted to videotape her. She’s really sweet, besides being so sexy, and she’s been looking forward to the shoot. When do you want to come by and do it?”

“How about tomorrow? Would that be too soon?”

“Tomorrow is Saturday, and that’s no problem at all. We sort of expected you to choose a weekend, so we have all the equipment set aside and ready to take to Honi’s apartment.”

“Do I need to bring anything?”

“Just your eagle eye. We’ve got all the equipment and the blank tape. We’ll have Honi too, since we’ll do the shoot where she lives, just as we advertise.”

After that, the time and place were worked out, and the discussion ended with happy expectations all around. Bob used MapQuest to get directions, finding it was less than 100 miles away, and all good highway driving. It might take him two hours to get there, but not much more than that. He could barely sleep that night; his thoughts were so full of the sexy Honi. He wondered if she would cum at the end of the session. That was one of his favorite things, having a girl cum, especially when it was from what he was doing. He was also looking forward to smelling the juices her pussy would produce. Tasting them would be even better, but he had no thoughts of aspiring to anything as fabulous as that. The next day promised to be a highlight of his life, even if looking was all he got to do. And smelling Honi’s pussy.

Freshly showered and shaved, Bob got off to an early start the next morning. He wanted to be sure he got there on time, so he allowed himself three hours, and was surprised at how fast and easy the drive was. He arrived at his destination, a new, expensive looking apartment building, with well over an hour to spare. Rather than sit impatiently in his car killing the extra time, Bob decided to try to get into the building and wait there. After parking his car on the street, he rang the doorbell labeled “Apartment 21.”

Who is it?” he was asked by a sweet, rather childish sounding voice.

“Bob Gordon. Is this Honi Hill?”

“This is Honi, but who’s Bob Gordon?”

There was nobody else around who could have overheard his response and possibly learned the private business of him or KC or Honi or anybody else who might have been in the apartment, so Bob had no qualms about answering clearly: “I’m supposed to videotape you this morning.”

“Oh, almanbahis adres Bob! Gee, you’re really early. C’mon in. Up the stairs to the left, and the first door on the left.”

A buzzer sounded and Bob pushed the door open and followed the directions Honi had given him. The voice had been sweet enough to belong to her, and he started anticipating the day’s activity even more avidly than he had been. At the top of the stairway, he looked down the hall and saw a pretty face with a halo of blonde hair leaning out through the first door on the left. As he approached, the door opened wider and the lovely woman he recognized as Honi stepped into the hallway and invited him to enter, which he did with great alacrity. He was glad to see that, as he had surmised, she was a good-sized girl, just three or four inches shorter than his almost six feet tall. So far that day, nothing but really great things were happening to him.

The great things continued, but got even better. Once the door was closed and locked behind them, Honi turned to Bob, coiled her arms around his neck, and gave him a very aggressive kiss on the mouth. He responded eagerly, and they ground their lips together while she pressed her sexy body snugly against him and he wrapped his arms around her. She was wearing a pink tee-shirt and he could tell there was nothing under it but her lovely body. He could also tell, by her nipples, which got harder as the kiss continued, that she was already sexually aroused.

When she drew back her mouth and backed away, Honi grinned at him. “I really appreciate being the one you chose, when you could have picked any of the really hot girls you wanted.”

“I did pick the really hot girl I wanted.”

She was so appreciative of that compliment that Honi moved in closely and kissed Bob the same way, pressing her breasts against him again and, this time, thrusting her tongue against his mouth. He had expected to have a good time videotaping the young beauty, but he was beginning to think the day might be even better than he had anticipated. Honi did nothing to change that thought when she stepped back again, reached out to take his hand and invited him to see the rest of the apartment.

It was small, but quite luxurious, compared to his own cramped quarters, but Bob wasn’t really very interested in seeing the sights, or anything else besides the beautiful girl who was his guide. He had seen many of her videotapes but, in person, she was even more gorgeous, with her bouncy steps and the way she moved, swirling her hair about as she gave him the guided tour.

Not until they reached her bedroom, the last place they went, did Honi’s apartment become really fascinating to him. For one thing, he recognized the carpet. It was the one that had been the site of Honi’s erotic performance the evening he entered the lottery that resulted in his being where he was that morning. He also noticed a flowered screen in the corner, with a fluffy looking pink robe hanging from a corner. Apparently, it was there for Honi to put on after the videotaping was done.

“This is my bedroom, and right here is where we’ll do the shoot.” Honi indicated an open, carpeted area. “The guys should be here pretty soon with the lights and the camera and stuff. That’s my bed, where I sleep. And sometimes, when I’m with a guy that I really like, I do other things there too.”

The piece of furniture she indicated was covered only with a light blue fitted sheet and some pillows in matching cases, with no blankets of any kind. From the way Honi grinned at him when she added the last sentence, and the way she pressed her body against his side, Bob started daring to think that maybe he might possibly be one of those incredibly lucky guys. He fervently hoped so.

A few minutes after they returned to the front room of the apartment, the buzzer sounded, and Honi’s query elicited the response that it was KC and the crew. She pressed the button that unlocked the front door to let them in and, a minute later, three men walked through the door that she was holding open for them. Two of them were carrying spotlights and similar equipment, and they went directly to the place where they would be working, dropped it off and returned to the front room. The third man, who was carrying a large case that apparently contained the video camera, introduced himself as KC.

“We’re surprised to find you here this early. It’s no big deal; all it means is we can get started sooner and wrap up sooner.” He turned to Honi then. “Is that what you want to wear for the shoot?”

“Yeah, KC, if that’s all right with you.” Besides the pink tee-shirt, with nothing but her luscious breasts under it, the model was barefoot and wore what looked like pink and red pajama pants with a drawstring tied in the front.

“That’ll do fine. It’s not going to stay on very long anyhow. Go help the guys get the lights set up while I explain the video camera to Bob.”

Although it was very versatile, the camera was quite simple to operate. While Bob peeked through the view finder, almanbahis adresi KC demonstrated how the zoom feature worked, so he would be able to get close-ups of Honi’s clit and nipples and other small but interesting body parts. All the lenses and the tape that would be used were of such high quality that they would produce images of perfect clarity, more clear even than the air on a sunny day in the country right after a rainstorm. Besides the quality of the equipment and tape, KC assured his temporary camera man, Honi was such an incredible specimen of beautiful womanhood that it would be close to impossible to make a bad recording of her. Having seen many of her videotapes and having been around her for the last half hour, Bob heartily agreed.

“And, if you do,” he reassured Bob, “we will take out anything that is less than perfect. We always edit our videotapes, but usually for length, not poor quality. Try to avoid taping any part of the light stands but, if you do by accident, we can edit that out.”

Satisfied that Bob was sufficiently adept with the video camera to do an adequate job, KC led the way into the bedroom where the lights had been placed in such a way to ensure the best result. Honi had posed for them while the technicians set up their equipment, allowing them to make all the needed adjustments. The lights would be soft, with no harshness at all, and were situated so there would be no more than minimal shadows to hide any part of her gorgeous body.

Having finished that part of their assignment, the technicians were sitting on chairs they had brought from the kitchen, waiting for the taping to begin. They were paid well enough, but the part of their jobs they liked the most was watching a beautiful young woman, such as Honi, writhing totally nude on the floor or other surface while her movements were recorded. The object of that day’s work was sitting on the bed, and she got up to meet KC and Bob when they entered.

“I know you’re going to do a really good job, Bob. I’ve been really looking forward to working with you today.” After squeezing his arm and kissing his cheek, she went to stand in the focus of the lights.

Except for two pillows from the bed, the carpeted floor was bare of any kind of furniture. With the scene ready, KC took the small CD player out of the suitcase and turned it on, producing a soft, romantic song like those that Honi always performed to. “Action!” he barked. The star of the show began a slow bump and grind, and Bob turned on the video camera to begin the taping he had been looking forward to.

He started by recording all the lovely blonde’s movements, keeping her entire body in the view finder, before zooming in closely enough to concentrate on her large breasts as they swayed under the tee-shirt, with their nipples almost protruding through the thin fabric. After a few seconds, he raised the lens to concentrate on Honi’s beautiful, smiling face and, from there, backed out to show her torso and her hands as they took hold of the bottom hem of the garment.

Under Bob’s control, the camera continued to record Honi slowly lifting the hem, and concentrated on her succulent breasts when they popped free of their restraint and bounced enticingly. He kept the focus on that same spot for a few seconds, just raising the lens to catch a view of Honi’s face as she pulled the tee-shirt off over her head and shook her long, blonde hair back into place. Knowing that one of her favorite moves, as soon as she had bared her breasts, was to roll her shoulders and make the twin beauties sway and dance, Bob zoomed in more tightly and taped her delightful bosom during that highly erotic part of the show.

Bob had always derived great pleasure from watching Honi’s nude gyrations on his computer screen, but that paled in comparison to seeing her body in action just a few feet in front of him, either through the view finder or looking directly at her. The resolution of his desktop screen was excellent, but it couldn’t begin to compare with his view that day of the delightful blend of pink and creamy white that was her body, especially her truly gorgeous breasts. He was already having more fun than he could remember having in a long time, and the source of his delight was still mostly clothed.

Honi was having a lot of fun too. She was justifiably proud of her body, and really enjoyed showing it off, especially to guys she liked. Although Bob had been a stranger until that morning, she already felt quite fond of him and attracted to him. It may have been his obvious adoration of her, or it may have been some other reason, but Honi felt herself becoming more sexually aroused than she usually got, just from thinking about him videotaping her. Honi’s performances had to vary somewhat from one to another, and she decided that, as a special treat for Bob, she would do something that wasn’t usually included.

Holding one breast in both hands, she raised it toward her mouth. Having seen some other shows that included the same move, Bob knew what Honi was about to do, and focused the camera almanbahis adres on her nipple. When she bent her face down, he zoomed in to catch the erotic sight of her tongue starting to caress the erect pink nubbin. Even as he recorded her actions, Bob was thinking how wonderful it would be if he could trade tongues with her just then. After licking both her adorable nipples, Honi once again rolled her shoulders and let her breasts sway and bounce free, and that scene was fully recorded.

Bob didn’t know just what would be happening next but, when he saw her fingers reaching down to the drawstring that held Honi’s pajama pants around her waist, he guessed. Quickly zooming in, he recorded her pulling on one end and, just as quickly, he zoomed out to show the result of what she had just done. The bow came unfastened; the waistband of the pajamas opened in the center, and Honi slid her thumbs into the gap and moved her hands out to her hips. With a light push, the colorful pajama bottoms slid down her legs and puddled on the floor, while Bob taped what she had just exposed.

She was wearing panties, and Bob was slightly disappointed that Honi wasn’t naked yet, but what she still wore was too tight and too skimpy to conceal much. They were light pink and showed a camel toe, and there was a slowly spreading wet spot in the crotch. As he zoomed in on that, Bob thought he detected the faint aroma of fresh pussy juices, but he couldn’t leave the camera focused on it very long. After grinding her hips and flaunting her breasts again, Honi started turning around, the way Bob knew she always did just before stripping off her panties.

That day was no exception, but she was in no hurry to divest herself of them. Honi was aware of how taken Bob was with her ass, and she liked him enough to give him some special moves. First, she did a few bumps and grinds while the camera was focusing on her luscious bottom, and she followed this by bending forward and back up a few times, thrusting herself in the direction of the man who was faithfully videotaping her. After straightening up for the last time, she looked over her shoulder, blew a kiss at him and winked. Such flirting with viewers was a normal thing for her, but this was meant for him alone, and he could tell, because she could see by looking at the position of the lens that it was focused on her ass.

After letting Bob know of her attraction to him, Honi hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and started slowly peeling them down. She had exposed two inches of creamy whiteness, and the elastic was at the widest point of her hips when she turned her face to Bob again. Once again, her puckered lips and her wink let him know she was stripping herself naked primarily for him and, after she was certain he knew, Honi pushed her panties all the way over her hips and let them slither down her legs. While Bob kept the video camera in tight on her gorgeous bare ass, she kicked her last garment aside.

Completely naked and feeling herself getting more and more sexually excited, Honi’s performance started becoming more explicit. As she usually did, the uninhibited blonde bent forward and spread her ass cheeks, hoping that Bob’s appreciation wasn’t limited to the shape of a woman’s bottom. Although not able to see what he was doing, or where the lens was aimed, she wanted him to include the insides of her cheeks on the tape, especially her creamy skin and the cute pink hole itself. In order to make sure he did, Honi did more bumping and grinding and more thrusting of her ass back in his direction.

Bob knew what to do, all right, and he zoomed in with the camera until Honi’s adorable rosebud filled the view finder. He backed it off a little from that extreme closeup, because he thought it would be even more erotic when the puckered area around the edges and part of the smooth white skin was visible, especially when the little pink cutie was moving back and forth in the viewfinder and winking at the viewers..

When the CD was recorded for background music, it had been anticipated that Honi would reach a point when her sexual arousal would be so high that she would begin to simulate fucking. KC couldn’t always know when that point would be reached, but he tried to time it so the music playing then would include a faster and stronger beat, preferably emphasizing drums. Although she had already reached that level of arousal, she knew it was too early to begin the simulation, except from a standing position. That was what she started doing, thrusting her ass and pussy back at the video recorder, as if there were a man fucking her from behind.

From the erotic beat and from the knowledge that she was putting on an unusually good show for Bob as well as any future viewers, Honi’s sexual excitement mounted even more rapidly. She could feel juices trickling from her pussy and down her thighs, and hoped that Bob could see and smell them and that he would know what to do about them and about her after the taping was done. The sensuous model almost always climaxed during a shoot, and she anticipated having an unusually powerful one that day. Honi had another desire, that she would be able to get together with Bob later, and have his tongue and cock bring her to at least two more orgasms, even stronger than the one that would be videotaped.

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We were lying in bed, the covers were someplace on the floor and the only thing covering your body were some soft gray boxers. I was still naked from your last touches and kisses. There was a warm silence covering, surrounding us, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but I still felt like breaking it.

I felt like hearing your laughter fill the room again so I ran my fingers over your warm skin. Slowly, gently, barely touching, but enough to make you squeal and twist from laughter, whenever my fingers reached the sensitive skin covering your tummy, on the back of your thighs, and under your arms. Within minutes my touches had made your skin sensitive and glowing all over and you were begging me to stop but I didn’t. I just smiled and giggled and continued my little torture. In the end it became too much for you so you grabbed hold of my arms and pinned me down with your warm body.

You screamed, “No more.”

You didn’t sound angry at all so I couldn’t resist teasing you a little more but since my hands were pinned down, I raised my head a bit and gave you a little lick, right in the corner of your armpit, and it had you wanting me.

Even that gentle touch made you laugh. I could feel all of you so close to me, the scent of your breath, taste you on the tip of my tongue where it had touched your skin. The room started feeling so warm. You raised up as much as possible so I couldn’t reach you with my tongue anymore.

Teasingly you asked, “What are you going to do now?”

An insane thought hit me and instead of licking, touching or in anyway having physical contact with you besides from where you were holding me down, I started blowing at your armpit, and to my great delight it turned you on. I sensitized your skin with all my tickling, to the point that even just by blowing on you I could tickle you even now.

I blew on you until my lungs were empty and you finally admitted defeat and jumped out of bed, not coming back until I promised to stop.

“I promise no more tickling” I said with a smile.

You crawled back in bed with me snuggling up to you. The warm silence almanbahis adresi filled the room again. So intimate and hot, having you so close to me.. I was lying cuddled up to your back, gentling stroking your side and arms, following the amazing shape of your clearly defined muscles. Firmly toned, in sharp contrast to the soft female shapes of my own figure.

I could feel my nipples gently brushing against your back as I stroked you, making everything warmer. I couldn’t get enough of your body and warm skin. I started licking, letting my tongue wander around on your shoulder and arm, then moved a bit back so I could work on your back too. Letting my tongue play around, forming strange patterns, trying to surprise you with where the next touch was going to be. Slowly I started to blow on you again. First making your skin wet from kisses and licks, and then blowing on you slightly.

I noticed your skin forms goose-bumps from the wetness of my tongue. I continued all the way around on your back and shoulders and right arm, down to your firm round butt that always tempted me and made me want to touch it, bite, kiss, and even slap it. I gently pulled your boxers down and continued there, making sure no spot was left untouched by my tongue or lips. Your skin was so warm; it felt like it was burning. And so was I, my nipples like little hard buttons. I could feel the blood rushing around in my head and down towards my pussy. It made me so excited and wet to touch you like that.

I stopped licking you and you turned around to me. Your eyes was glowing, filled with this intense desire that sent shockwaves through me and made me gasp for air. Your cock was so big and hard, standing so firm. I had never seen it so big. I could almost see it throbbing, see the blood pounding in it and there was a little drop of pre-cum on the tip of the head. You reached out for me, touching, grasping and caressing in a greedy way, like you couldn’t get enough, wanting to touch and taste everything at once. I let you have your way for a little while, feeling your big, warm hands caressing almanbahis adresi my full breasts, kneading, kissing them.

Gently I rolled over on my back allowing you access to all of my body with my legs slightly spread. You didn’t need much of an invitation, your hands eagerly slid down over my warm soft skin on my belly, down to the center of my being, down to my warm wet open pussy. Your fingers caressed me all over the lips of my clit and around the entrance without penetrating. Teasingly circling them around, feeling how I pushed my self down to see if I could get them inside me. But, each time you pulled them back. The greedy expressions in your movements and touches slowly started to fade and turned into smooth and careful attention to my pussy. Your tongue licked all over it. Playing with my clit, sucking on the lips, and back up to the clit again, in a painful slowness, dwelling on each touch and caress.

At last it seemed you had gotten your revenge. Covering my mouth in a warm kiss, you gently positioned your cock at my entrance, poised to slide in. The first thrust was insane, I could feel how my back arched, and how sounds I never meant to make escaped me when you pushed it inside. You pulled it out again, even though you had only been halfway in. Watching me as you gently pushed it in again. A bit more this time. Opening me up as you went in. And then out again. The third time you went all the way in. Filling my warm wet clean-shaven pussy up with more than I ever thought it could have handled. You closed your eyes as did I, just reveling in what happened. Now we started working together to the same rhythm. Faster and faster, harder and harder. You were fucking me so hard, pounding into me, enjoying my moans and squirms, admiring what you could do to me with your cock.

Then it happened. Everything flashed before my eyes, all my muscles tightened and I felt a gush of wetness as I came. Unlike I had ever came before, so violently.

You could feel it too, you stopped fucking me and I could hear you moan louder “Fuck baby, you’re milking almanbahis adresi my cock with your pussy”.

It slowly passed and I could see again as the haze lifted from my eyes. You pulled your big, hard, wet cock out of me and asked, “Do you want to finish me off with your mouth?”

I smiled and laid you down on your back and crawled down between your legs. A sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes and my lips met your cock in a gentle kiss in thanks for what you had just given me.

The skin on your cock was so soft and delicate and I could taste myself all over it when I started to lick it. Licking up and down and around on the head and below it. Lapping up my own juices as I first cleaned it off and then made it wet with my mouth again. Paying special attention to the head of your cock and balls, wanting you to feel all my love in each lick and touch.

I guess you weren’t in the mood for a long blowjob because you gently placed a hand on my head, pushing it down a bit.

You said, “Suck it baby.”

I did as you requested and took you in my mouth, sucking on the head, letting my tongue piercing slide around all over it while I sucked it up and down. I continued further down on you and you started to moan again. Sucking, licking, and kissing it. Bouncing up and down at a faster pace, sucking harder as I went along, applying suction onto the head and releasing. Rubbing my tongue all over it. Every time I felt your balls tense up, I immediately stopped, and started licking on them again. Cheating you out of your orgasm every time. Wanting this to last.

And then in a quick inhalation, I took it all in, deep-throating you. I could feel it pushing on the walls of my throat. That was all you needed, and with a roar you exploded down my throat and mouth, almost choking me with your warm salty cum. Struggling to swallow it all, but some ran out of my mouth, over my lips and down over your cock. I continued to lick and suck you until I had lapped up all of the cum I missed at first and you were all clean again and breathing normally.

Your cock was still hard, so I gave it a little kiss then crawled up into your warm embrace. Even though it was only 3pm, we were both exhausted and about to fall asleep. I think you kissed me and told me you loved me before I drifted away. But you didn’t need to tell me, I already knew.

-SparkZ!

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Ch. 01 The story of a priest

The church was designed in 1959…and the nameless Catholic Architect, inspired by Rennie Mackintosh and the Arts and Crafts movement has slipped to obscurity; but his legacy is a fine and noble structure, genuflecting to C.R.M’s prodigious talent.

Sculpted into the hillside, on the outskirts of the city, this faux whitestone masterpiece of the modern movement sits so comfortably in its camo-tinted bracken cushion. The verdigris of its copper clad roof melting gently into the hillside.

A visitor is drawn by virtue of the clever landscape geometry, between softly nodding, silver birches, thick undergrowth with orange berried buckthorn and sprawling cotoneasters into the portico of a tall, Brazilian mahogany, Art-Deco doorway.

Smacking his (or her) lips, the discerning and curious traveller enters a theatre of delicious volume.

The focal point is the Baptismal font…a slender column of white granite, topped by a matching dish some two metres in circumference. The chalky white ceiling of the Baptistery soars 15 metres above, with tiny, intruding, square pockets of coloured glass, shedding their rays in slivers to the chasm below.

Entering the Nave, the vast body of the church quietly brims with the deafening silence of sleep.

The walls punctuated either side by the twelve Stations of the Cross. Organically carved tableaux portray the passion of Christ in pristine, white Carrera marble; each station backlit by a different slab of stained glass…twelve hues dramatically tinting betrayal, political justice and execution.

Architecturally the space is a masterpiece; from weakest winter dawn to flaming summer sunset, the Nave is pierced by the shards of an angular rainbow. Errant atheists retreat in awe of its beauty.

The modest white cylinder of the Pulpit, demands the rhetorical skill of the Priest to declare its presence. In counterpoint, the raised island of book-matched marble forms an island Altar, which dominates the Sanctuary, bathed in the stained glass Reredos glow of St. Martin.

The entire space is an essay in peace

A potential congregation of thousands demands wisdom and experience of its Parish priest. Father Patrick O’Flynn presides as Alpha male.

Four acolytes provide unswerving loyalty and support. Michael Ward – the studious and narrow minded student, Kevin O’Halloran – policeman and organiser, Alex Carmichael the intellectual religious mentor and….. Father Vincent.

All these pastors reside in the cloistered Rectory, a haven of peace and tranquillity burrowed into the brae of the hill, cleverly protected from the elements by virtue of its position. Sister Mary (a Carmelite nun) the secretary and housekeeper tends to their daily needs, ably assisted by Christine, the Portuguese chambermaid.

Sister Mary loves her position, an old school English girl, sharp as a razor blade; she deals with the political expedients of the priests within the Parish. She is also fund raiser in chief, accountant, soothsayer, shoulder to cry on and diplomat extraordinaire. Unqualified, barely paid, put upon, but kind and loveable…she is also a rather attractive woman.

Christine, her live-in assistant, a poverty migrant from Chamusca near Lisbon, helps with the meals, gathers the laundry and makes the beds…often the fathers would rise at 4.30am. Or come home from a hospital at 11p.m. so her bed-making and snack-making skills are round the clock.

With her dusky olive complexion and mane of dark chocolate hair, this girl is capable of snapping the necks of men as she sashays to the shops on a Saturday morning. More handsome than pretty of countenance, Christine is blessed with upward tilting little cannonball breasts and an exquisitely firm and bubble bottom.

Father Vincent had easily earned the love and respect of his parishioners. Generous hearted and patient, he offered his social skills wherever they were needed. Union of Catholic Mothers, St. Vincent de Paul Society, exorcisms and school meetings…the gentle, cavalier priest would harness all the available energy to make the event a success.

The unsolicited generosity of this peaceful man did not escape the attention of the female parishioners. Father Vincent’s rugged structure, reckless indifference to establishment and raffish charm had earned him many admirers.

Vows of modesty, chastity and celibacy were tested with a constancy which tried his virtues to the limit.

Each Friday of the year, a High Mass would be held, attended by the local schools, to pray for their success in education and spiritual enlightenment. The good father easily side -stepped flirtatious schoolgirls…and their teachers, eager for his attention. The schoolgirls annoyed him slightly…frequently vacuous and shallow – all style and no substance.

The almanbahis adres drama of this theatre did not escape him…adorned in the beautifully embroidered robes, coloured in the flavour of the feast or religious season…emerald green for Epiphany, purple for Advent and black for Requiem, he would hold aloft the solid gold monstrance containing the body of Christ, flanked by altar boys waving chasubles of incense in scarlet Surplus and pure white Stole.

Uniformed little temptresses would vie for his eye, charmed and disarmed by his humour and skilful rhetoric. He would smell their perfume as he placed the sacred host in their pouting, carmine mouths and watch in sublime detachment, the blatancy of their naive seduction as they crossed and uncrossed their legs in the front pews.

Vincent was well versed in the ways of women, his pastoral care encompassed home visits to all of his parishioners and he was fully aware of their frequent domestic inadequacies and clumsy social skills, but he was also completely tuned to their genuine warmth and generosity of spirit.

His diary was always full..hastily scribbled and often illegible notes in sharp contrast to the neatly tailored graphic of Sister Mary’s entries. If she could decipher his scrawl, she would often neatly score through his scribble and provide translation nearby, enabling Vincent to read his own writing.

Each Thursday of the year, the Choir would gather with Father Vincent as choral guide, constantly in preparation for Easter or Lent or Advent celebrations…Baptisms, Funerals, Marriages, Catechism or Confirmations, Father Vincent was a cast-iron guarantee of the Churches’ commitment to its flock.

Wednesdays were set aside for both hospice and hospital visits. More than anything in life, these would claw at Vincent’s emotions.

Tuesdays and Saturdays were confessional days, shared equally with the other priests; they contributed massively to his education in the human condition and its frailties.

Positive in outlook and forgiving in nature, Father Vincent would dispense absolution with candour and generosity…in truth, most of the transgressors were skilfully economic with the truth…the salient fact was that Vincent always heard both sides of any story…hearing confession from husband, wife, cuckold, mistress, harlot and virgin.

Unbleached by dogma, Vincent was a man of the world. He enjoyed climbing and abseiling, skiing and orienteering as leisure pursuits, he also had bright red blood flowing through his veins and innumerable situations would send him scurrying to the Rectory for an icy cold shower.

Vincent would stand in his nakedness singing “Immaculate Mary, my heart is on fire” as he blissfully ignored the solid and fully erect muscle pulsing between his legs.

Two parishioners in particular had stretched the Father’s chastity vow to extremes. He had baptised and confirmed them, given them their first Communion in pristine and virginal white dresses, listened to their economic confessions and ultimately married them to their current spouses.

Jennifer and Marilyn had history…. Father Vincent in moments of weakness would reflect on their influence to his vows during his tenure as a Priest. The priest is very fond of them both, they are warm, friendly and generous spirits, full of fun and mischief but always prepared to pitch in whenever he needs a volunteer or two. He didn’t exactly see them as envoys of Satan determined to tempt him into sin, more sort of faintly disillusioned victims of modern society.

The girls had grown up together, their friendship and love for each other enduring and unbreakable. Cynical tongues would wag and whisper at their “closeness” but these young women were suitably intelligent and socially equipped to ignore the gossiping harridans. They had an ally to some extent in the Parish secretary and housekeeper.

Sister Mary recognized and acknowledged their relationship. She too had nurtured and educated them, spent time in their company and watched with interest and affection as they blossomed into women. Mary was no shrinking violet herself. Mature and handsome, she had frequently attracted the attention of many male parishioners who would attempt in so many feeble ways to charm or seduce this clever and resourceful Nun.

Despite her comely appearance, Mary can fell a bull at 20 paces with her glare. Her Vandyke brown and white habit becomes a suit of armour as she lays waste the charms of blustering men and their wiles. The boldest of them are easily cowed as she draws upon her wisdom and experience.

“Mr. Macdonald, have you got something in your eye?” is her stock response to flirtation, “Why don’t you ask Mrs. Macdonald for some eye drops?”

They fall like skittles in her wake.

All the Fathers adore her in almanbahis adres this respect, her compassion and dispassion are awe inspiring and easily attributed to her faith and her limitless humanity.

Mary is absolutely comfortable in their company, particularly Father Vincent who is her confidante and friend. They have known each other for a long time and that friendship is completely unsullied by sexual politics. Besides….Father Vincent has always known and indulged Mary’s penchant for the fairer sex.

Over the years he had witnessed many tiny instances when Mary would appear to soften visibly in the company of young women. Christine the chambermaid, Jennifer and Marilyn and a couple of the flirty young female liberals would often leave Mary in a giggling and fluttering state.

Vincent would not intrude. Mary’s strengths far outweighed her weakness; a completely reliable friendship is not something to be tinkered with. God knows that a disproportionate number of his peers, many lifelong friends and colleagues are gay men.

Sister Mary rarely indulges her thoughts in physical terms, but when she does, she does it with relish and passion. On rare occasions she will have a lie-in on a Saturday morning. Mary enjoys few things more outside of her vocation than stretching luxuriously on her ageing feather mattress and stroking her God given body. Still pliant and supple despite her middle years, she is modestly proud of its condition. Both her room and Christine’s are situated well away from the Fathers, so no risk of them overhearing her excitement, and if Christine just happens to be listening…who knows, she may even share the passion in some way.

Her thoughts drift easily to the past as her fingers trace purposefully from throat and neck…particularly dear Christine…she will stand as close to her as she dares, risking any suspicion, just to grasp the scent of her body.

Mary’s hands roll onto her breasts, the lightest touch as they reach the tightening, slowly swelling nipples. Her hands will surely be drawn by the electric tingling between her legs. Christine is her focus today….Watching her and being with her is enough for Mary.

Christine is no fool…acutely aware of Sister Mary’s attraction…blessed with bisexual inclinations, she employs her physical assets, her genuine good nature and hard working persuasions in equal measure to please both men and women. Always aware of her status as a migrant worker, she has no intention of compromising herself with reckless sexual overtures; she allows only the subtlest teasing exposure to maintain Mary’s arousal.

When the opportunity arrives, she “accidentally” permits a carelessly buttoned blouse to reveal a peek at her perfectly formed breasts or a squat in the kitchen when preparing a meal to allow Mary a glimpse at her thighs…and if the good Sister just happens to be around when she is making a bed…plenty of bending and stooping to emphasise her gorgeous and beautifully sculptured bottom.

Mary’s languor dwells in these moments as her hands caress her belly. Hitching up the plain cotton nightdress, she explores the milky white hips, thighs and mound of Venus…all unblemished…no stretch marks on this virgin territory…a snapshot view of Christine’s tight bottom hovers in her mind as her fingers spread her oily lips. Her imagination allows her the freedom to stroke the outline of the girl’s panties through her nylon overall….She can slowly raise the hem…the vigour of her flickering fingers quickens as the fantasy continues.

Dwelling for a moment to wallow in the curves and contours, barely resisting the unbearable urge to slap, Mary hears the acceleration of her own breath as she reaches the waistband of Christine’s pretty blue undies. Slowly she draws them down exposing the perfect olive-hued rump.

Lost in her ardour, the squelching fingers of her left hand gently hold open the hood of her budlet and she pinches, rubs and squeezes the tiny organ as her imagination runs riot. She has barely enough time to gently spank those heavenly orbs before her orgasm rushes through her body.

Deliberately infrequent, Mary’s sexual indulgence is rewarded with bone-jarring climaxes….She does know that the trade-off of her venial sin would not be quite so spectacular if she did it more often.

Mary begins to relax her still quivering body…a smile plays warmly round her elegant mouth. Still stroking the warm and sticky folds of her lips, her mind drifts from Christine to her dear and private thoughts of Jennifer and Marilyn…on the cusp of sleep, she recalls their first precocious encounter.

It was during a rather boring 10am service officiated by Father Michael Ward, a rather plain and frankly boring character from Donegal; the rustles of impatience from the congregation almanbahis adresi did not penetrate his thinking…oblivious to fidgeting children and whispering parents, he would drone on for ages with his theories and speculations. The pause for communion was a heaven-sent blessing and the release of energy when he announced this stage of the Holy Mass was palpable.

Mary’s fingers became more agitated as she recalled what happened next. Jennifer was sitting tight against the wall in the rear pew, with Marilyn next to her, then Sister Mary, then a handful of comatose pensioners….Sister Mary had taken communion at the 6am so stayed in place as first Marilyn, then Jennifer squeezed past.

For just a few seconds, Mary was suddenly acutely aware of Marilyn’s legs opening as she side-stepped past her knees…she felt a warm draught of air on her folded hands and looked slightly spellbound as Marilyn’s bottom passed within inches of her face. Jennifer smiled at Mary and side-stepped in Jen’s shadow with exactly the same effect.

Sister Mary almost swooned on the spot, her eyes followed the young women in their “just modestly above the knee” Summer dresses as they queued at the communion rail. She could barely contain her excitement at their return and rapidly polished her nonchalance in anticipation.

Jennifer was first to wriggle past, smiling and apologizing as she passed along the row of sublimely indifferent pensioners. As she reached Sister Mary, she imperceptibly slowed…how could she possibly know…? …Mary took an apparently huge gamble as Jennifer’s legs spread over her lap…she reached underneath Jennifer’s dress and lightly touched her thigh.

Electricity began to hum.

The touch registered in Jennifer’s brain. It could be passed off as an accident but for one thing…she turned to smile coquettishly at Mary and Mary looked squarely back…no hint of apology or bluster or anything else. Marilyn followed seconds later in carbon copy fashion.

Protected by high pews and day-dreaming pensioners, Mary reached out her hand (in partial view of Jennifer) and once again reached up inside the skirt and softly touched the inside of her thigh. Jennifer paused…perhaps for 3 seconds then exhaled an audible little moan which she swiftly stifled with a cough.

Marilyn settled herself next to Jennifer, waited a minute or so, then under cover of her cardigan, slipped her hand into Jen’s, turned to glance at her and smiled as only she could to her dearest friend.

Mary remained motionless, her eyes tightly closed, muttering in Latin.

The girls sat in peace and silence for the remainder of the service. Mary took the earliest opportunity, turned to smile and excused herself to head for the Vestry and the inevitable post-Mass debate with Father Ward. Marilyn and Jennifer sat together until the church was almost empty… Marilyn was first to speak…she leaned into Jen and whispered

“Did that really happen? …Sister Mary’s hand? It has left me with such a tingle down below….”

“Yes, Mar’ she did it to me too….I can feel a flush right through me just thinking about it.”

The girls stood as one, had a final hand squeeze, then made their way to the Sacristy and the beckoning sunshine, smiling and nodding politely to anyone who caught their eye.

Father Vincent just happened to be there, seated on a low whitestone wall, floppy hair curled into his eye as he shook the hands of the tardier worshippers, kissed the chocolate-smudged babies and generally dispensing goodwill and good fortune at every turn. The girls paused politely, waiting for a moment to approach their old friend and Pastor.

“Hello girls,” he beamed at them, “God bless you for coming.”

The irony of his words was lost as they both giggled and reached their hands out to their favourite priest. He took them and pressed them to his cheeks, blessing them and squeezing them with genuine warmth and affection.

“Will either of you be able to help me dress the flowers tomorrow?”

Vincent knew they both had the skills and energy and smiled with pleasure at their consent.

Jennifer spoke for both of them, “No problem, Father, we can call round in the morning, we don’t start work until about 2 pm.”

“Thank you, ladies, that would be a great help…I’ve got the wire and snips, vases and water, just need your guidance and flair.”

He stood to head for the Vestry, smiling his disarming smile and made his exit. Marilyn curled her arm into Jennifer’s and drew her down the sloping path to the Church gate, leaned her head into Jen’s and whispered once again.

“I don’t know what it is about that man, Jen, but I find him impossibly attractive…remember when we were girls and we would tease him on badminton nights? Well I have a bit of a plan…are you game?”

Jennifer sighed, thought for half a second, then with a dirty giggle….

“Course I am…you know me, girlfriend, all for one and one for all!”

The pair trooped home, arm in arm, conspiring and plotting in the noonday sun.

to be continued

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My name is Manuel Vasquez Johnson. A big and tall young man of Black and Spanish descent living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I was born in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. On the first day of February 1987. My father James Johnson is originally from the island of Jamaica and my mother Estella Vasquez is from the Republic of Spain. Just a pair of immigrants from opposite sides of the world. They met in the City of Boston in the 1980s, got married and had little old me. They got divorced three years later, and after that I mostly grew up with my mother’s family. It’s only recently that I began to identify as Black and embrace my African-American heritage. My mother’s Spanish family never got over her marrying a Black guy and made me feel nasty about being part Black. No more! I am who I am and I fully embrace it.

These days, I am a student at Wayne State University right here in Detroit. Why did I choose to attend a school in Detroit when I had acceptance letters from Boston University and Brandeis University? I wanted out of Boston and I also wanted to live in a predominantly African-American metropolis. If I hadn’t ended up in the City of Detroit I might have chosen to attend either Morehouse College, Georgia State University or Clark Atlanta University in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. Folks, I have fallen in love with the City of Detroit. I wish President Barack Obama and the higher-ups in Washington D.C. hadn’t listened to the White people and given up on this fine town. Detroit has a lot of culture, integrity and history. It’s a beautiful town. It’s also the place where my father lives. Let’s not forget that.

My father James Johnson is a Sergeant with the Detroit Police Department. A big and tall Black man who looks just like me, only his skin is jet-Black while mine is a really light shade of brown. We have the same roughly handsome features, strong build and kinky hair. The only big difference between us is that my eyes are green. Of course, I’m younger and better-looking, as I playfully remind him. My dad remarried after my mother finally gave into pressures from her racist family and left him. These days, dad is married to this Italian lady named Nina Tartaglia. They have a daughter together, Arianna. My half-sister Arianna is a freshman at Wayne County Community College. And she doesn’t care for me in the least. I think she’s a bitch just like her Italian but my father says they make him happy. I guess my Pops doesn’t like to date Black women. That’s a shame because I really, really like Black women. My Spanish mother has no love for Black ladies and constantly reminded me that she thought they were no good. I took a Black chick named Monique to the Prom senior year and I had to hide that fact from my racist mother. My father practically wept when I told him that. My mom can be a bitch sometimes, man. For real.

I’m going out with a lovely Black woman named Lamika Harding these days. This five-foot-eleven, dark-skinned, voluptuous and big-bottomed Black woman simply took my breath away when I first saw her. She’s in the MBA program at Wayne State University and clearly almanbahis adresi a few years older than me. Also, she used to be married to a White guy from Ireland named Eric O’Shea and has a son by him, Little Jimmy. Apparently, her marriage ended when she caught her Irish-American husband in bed with Todd, a Black guy who lived in their neighbourhood. Wow. I guess White guys sometimes have jungle fever not just for Black women but for Black men as well. Lamika Harding is a no-nonsense Black woman raising a mixed-race son in the City of Detroit while attending business school.

I am twenty four years old and my girlfriend Lamika Harding is twenty seven years old. This might not seem like a big deal to you but women have issues when it comes to dating younger men. I’ve fallen in love with Lamika and I don’t see any problem with our age difference. I really get along with her son Little Jimmy. He kind of looks like me with his really light brown skin and pale gray eyes. We’re both mixed. Lamika is raising her son as a Black man, though. She doesn’t let him spend any time with his biological father, whom she sees as a deceiver and a corruptive force in her life. In fact, she has a restraining order against him. And she’s had him jailed twice for failing to provide financial support for their son. I knew Black women had a strong dislike of undercover bisexual men but I never thought she would take it this far. I remember watching that Down Low discussion on the Oprah Winfrey Show a few years back. I guess Oprah got it wrong. It’s not just bisexual Black guys who hide their sexual orientation from the ladies in their lives. Lamika Harding’s ex-husband was White, and he was clearly leading a double life at the time that she caught him.

Folks, I am really fond of Lamika. Unfortunately, she’s been hurt too many times and has trouble trusting men. Lamika told me that she only dated Eric O’Malley after years of disappointing relationships with Black men. She said she foolishly thought a White man would be different. And Eric O’Malley, her Prince Charming from Ireland turned out to be her biggest disappointment. I’ve tried my best to comfort Lamika and show her that I wanted to be there for her. It took me a year but I guess my hard work paid off. My beautiful Black lady is starting to come around. Black women are so lovely and so damn complicated sometimes. I’ve always found tall, dark-skinned Black women with big butts to be my personal standards of beauty. I’ve never been into Asian women, Latin women or White women. Yet it seems that Black women don’t know they’re beautiful. Give me a curvy Black chick who’s really dark-skinned, has kinky hair and a big butt over a skinny blonde-haired White chick any damn day of the week.

I worship tall, dark-skinned Black women with big butts. It’s one of the things Lamika loves about me. And I proudly consider myself totally Black even though my skin is light brown and my eyes are green. I only hang out with Black guys, I don’t associate with White students on campus. Not that I’m prejudiced or anything but I’ve met enough White folks almanbahis adres to last me a lifetime. I really want to connect with my fellow Blacks. And I made this abundantly clear to my Lamika. And at last my hard work paid off. My Lamika has finally opened up to me. It’s about time, too. For I was sincerely starting to wonder if I’m wasting my time. I’m a twenty-four-year-old Law student at Wayne State University. A young Black man in a City full of Black women. A lot of my Black male friends thought saddling myself with a single mother was a lousy move. At times, I’ve thought so too. I’m not going to lie. However, I’ve got a thing for Lamika.

One night, Lamika Harding unleashed her passion on me. And I must say that I liked it. I came to her apartment on Bagley Street and found the place strangely quiet. I called out, and heard Lamika’s voice reply to me. She told me her son Little Jimmy was at his grandparents house. I nodded, and noticed that there were lit candles and flowers all over the place. Something stirred in me. And I knew that I was right as a very naked Lamika came out of the shadows. I gazed at my sexy lady. Hot damn she was beautiful. I feasted my eyes on her curvy, naked body. That gloriously dark skin. Those long dreadlocks. Full lips. Big breasts. Wide hips. Thick ass. Hot damn. Lamika licked her exquisite lips and asked me if I liked what I saw. I nodded so fast my neck hurts. Hot damn.

Lamika walked up to me and kissed me full and deep. She stroked the front of my pants and smiled as she noticed my hardness. Then she unzipped my pants and took my dick out. Before I knew what was going on, she took action. Lamika knelt before me and began sucking my nine-inch, uncircumcised Black cock like her life depended on it. I smiled to myself as I watched my sexy Black lady going wild on me. She sucked that dick like there was no tomorrow, man. While sucking my cock, Lamika stroked my hairy balls with gusto. I ran my hands through her long dreadlocks as she went down on me. She sucked my cock while gripping my ass cheeks tightly. When I finally came, she drank all of my seed. I was shocked, man. I didn’t know my church-going, hard-working and education-minded single mom of a lady friend got down like that! Lamika wiped her full lips with the back of her hand, and told me I hadn’t seen anything yet. Then she got up, held me by my dick and led me to the bedroom. What choice did I have but to follow her?

Once we got to the bedroom, the action really began. Lamika was very demanding, but that’s okay. I like it like that. I spread her big, sexy Black thighs and gave her hairy pussy a good licking. I inhaled the scent of her Black pussy. Hot damn she smelled hot. I’ve only been with Black women, as I said before, and no two of them ever smelled or tasted alike. I dipped two fingers into Lamika’s snatch and began fucking her pussy with my fingers while gently teasing her clitoris with my tongue. Lamika squealed as I worked my magic on her. In no time I had her wet and moaning my name. After that, I put on a condom and gave her the whole enchilada. Lamika wrapped almanbahis adres her arms around me as I thrust my cock deep into her snatch. Lamika screamed and talked dirty as I hammered her pussy with powerful thrusts of my cock. I guess we both wanted to make up for lost time. That’s what happens when you haven’t fucked in a while.

I flipped Lamika on all fours, face down and ass up and took her like this. I kissed Lamika’s big Black ass and lightly spanked it before thrusting my cock into her pussy, fucking her doggy-style. Watching Lamika’s big Black booty bounce under the force of my thrusts really turned me on. Hard and fast I pumped my dick into her snatch. I wanted to tear up that pussy, man. And Lamika totally loved it. She called me Papi and urged me to fuck her harder. I wanted to break my dick in that pussy of hers, man. For real. We fucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. I was on my third condom of the night when Lamika asked me to try something new. Yep, she wanted to get a little ass play. And that’s more than okay by me. I spread Lamika’s big butt cheeks wide open and licked her asshole like it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. I fingered her asshole and licked it, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. Then I took the hand lotion she handed me and applied some lube on her asshole. Then I pressed my dick against her asshole. Slowly, I pushed it inside.

Lamika groaned as I penetrated her asshole. This wasn’t my first time having anal sex. I hooked up with a forty-something Jamaican beauty named Evelyn in Boston last summer. Now that lady loved anal sex more than anybody I knew. I was happy to discover Lamika had similar inclinations. She fingered her wet pussy as I fucked her in the ass and told me to pound her ass hard. Apparently, she hadn’t gotten a good fuck in the ass in a while and missed it. Well, I was more than happy to help my lady rediscover the joys of anal sex. I held her wide hips tightly and thrust my cock deeper into her asshole. Lamika’s asshole felt wonderfully around my cock. I loved how it felt tight at first then stretched nicely to accommodate most of my nine inches. Hot damn, it felt good. Lamika asked me to pull her hair and spank her while fucking her. I did just that. I grabbed a handful of her dreadlocks and pulled them back while spanking her big Black ass. At the same time, I filled her asshole with my dick. I went in balls deep, man. And it was absolutely glorious. I forgot how many condoms Lamika and I used up that night. Probably ten or something. It was that good.

I woke up the next morning in Lamika’s bed, but she wasn’t there. I heard her humming, though. I grabbed my shorts, and went into the kitchen. Guess who I saw standing there, cooking an omelette in the nude? None other than my Lamika. The sight of her big Black ass swaying from side to side as she handled the skillet turned me on. I walked up behind her and kissed her gently. Lamika grinned, turned around and kissed me. I thanked her for a wonderful night, and told her how much she meant to me. Lamika grinned, and told me she’d been aching to fuck me for ages. She just wanted to make sure I was the right guy. I don’t know what criterion she used for her choices but evidently, I made the cut. I passed her test, so to speak. We were in new territory. And I’m fine with that. I love my lady and she loves me. We’re quite happy together.

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Reverend Morris anxiously paced back and forth in the lounge. He was in turmoil; he’d just received a letter from Bishop George, who was planning to visit him. On top of that, he’d been agonising all day how to finally tell Lucy that their marriage was over. The past few weeks had seen his safe and somewhat dull life turned upside down. Ever since that romp with Jenna Fox in the vestry. What seemed to be a wild, one-off had now morphed into a passionate relationship. Now the vicar was seriously falling in love with the much younger woman.

And what about Christopher? His four-year old son had just started school. Now a way would have to be found to gently break the news that Mummy and Daddy would no longer be living together. How would he cope with that? Then there would be the gossips at church. Some of the older members of the congregation would tut and register their disapproval. A vicar of all people, a role model and pillar of the community, cheating on his wife with a woman twenty years his junior! Every week he preached about being a good Christian. Now he couldn’t help but feel he was nothing but a hypocrite.

“Bishop George won’t take kindly to this,” he remarked. The man was known not to suffer fools gladly.

Hearing Lucy’s car pull up on the drive, Reverend Morris took a deep breath. It was confession time. He fiddled with his thumbs as the front door opened.

“Hello…um, oh you’re back a bit later than normal? Um, where’s Christopher?”

“I dropped him off at your mum’s,” Lucy replied. “Simon, we need to talk. I have to tell you something really important. It can’t wait.”

“I…had a feeling you might say that. There’s something I need to tell you too, you see I…”

Lucy took his hand and beckoned him to sit next to her on the settee.

“Simon. I’ve not been honest with you for some time now. It’s not fair, and you have every right to feel angry. I’ve treated you terribly these past few years, pushing you away, shutting you out. Then six months ago…it happened. This is hard for me to explain…”

“Please tell me,” Reverend Morris replied. “Is there…someone else?”

Lucy sighed. “Yes. I…I’m so sorry, Simon.”

Suddenly, the reverend felt less guilty. That they’d both met other people made it more bearable. But there was still their son to think about.

“I see. Is he…someone from church?”

“Yes…but…it’s she,” Lucy replied.

Reverend Morris blinked. “She? Oh…”

“Debbie Adams…you know, she teaches at the Sunday school? That’s why it’s been so difficult. So yeah, it’s 2022, but it’s still hard to be gay…and a vicar’s wife. Especially in a tight-knit community like St Michael’s. Many nights, I have sat and prayed to God. I asked him for courage and forgiveness. For how I have sinned.”

He took her hand. “I’m happy you found the courage to be yourself. And to fall in love isn’t a sin, Lucy.”

“You’re a wonderful man, Simon. You’re being so understanding about this. I’ve been dreading saying anything, but I needn’t have worried.”

Reverend almanbahis adresi Morris awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I would’ve supported you no matter what. Um, but I guess now’s the right time to confess that I’ve been seeing someone else too.”

Lucy smiled. “Oh really?”

“Um…you know Jenna? She goes to church. Jenna Fox?”

“Blimey, Simon. Oh yes. I’ve seen her. She is really attractive…not my type, but a stunner. I can see why you fell for her.”

Reverend Morris’ face was turning red. “I worry about the age gap though…I mean she’s twenty and I’ve just turned forty…that’s not a good look is it? Others will disapprove.”

“Simon, love is love. These others you speak of will just have to deal with it.”

“Bishop George won’t approve. He’s planning to visit me in the next few days.”

“I don’t think he’s the monster you make him out to be. He seems pretty liberal deep down. Didn’t he once have a much younger wife?” Lucy asked.

“Yes, she was called Julia. She left him for a Catholic priest.”

“Ouch.”

“Who was older than him! The priest was defrocked of course and he and Julia emigrated to the Costa del Sol, where they now run a beachfront bar called Unholy Orders…”

“About Christopher,” Lucy began. “We should tell him together.”

Reverend Morris nodded.

Another Sunday and another morning Eucharist at St Michael’s. Josh the curate was at the door, welcoming the faithful. Yulia and a group of other young woman grinned at him as they went inside. Normally, Josh would’ve nodded and blushed, but not anymore. Today he shook their hands, smiled back and had a little chat with them. When he noticed Jenna approaching, the curate’s smile widened some more.

“Hello Jenna!”

“Good morning!” Jenna said. “Nice day for it.”

“Nice day for what?” Josh replied, winking at her.

“Naughty boy. Nice day for a church service of course! Looks like you have some female admirers over there,” she said, glancing at Yulia and her friends.

There was a notable absence in the church – John Norris and his wife were nowhere to be seen. The gossip-mongering pensioners who sat in the front pew wasted no time in digesting this new information.

“Well I heard that he moved out for a few days. They had a blazing row at the Harvest Social.”

“Margaret saw Patricia on the bus. Talk about having the wind taken out of your sails. She was beside herself.”

“Best place for her. A poison-tongued harpy of the highest order! I feel sorry for John. He doesn’t need that sort of upset. He’s on beta-blockers. They’ve decided to have a few days in Wales…to try and patch things up.”

“If my husband had been writing the sort of stuff like Patricia put on the Internet, I’d have told him to sling his hook!”

Tony had volunteered to read the first reading, which was from the Book of Revelation. He twitched and sniffed as he spoke, and got a little carried away as he went on.

“Then I saw coming from the mouth of the dragon, the mouth of almanbahis adres the beast, and the mouth of the false prophet, three foul spirits like frogs. These spirits were devils, with power to work miracles. They were sent out to muster all the kings of the world for the great day of battle of God the sovereign Lord!”

“He’ll have a stroke if he carries on like that,” the old ladies whispered.

Tony continued. “This is the day when I come like a thief! Happy the man who stays awake and keeps on his clothes, so that he will not have to go naked and ashamed for all to see!”

Some small children sat at the front looked terrified.

“This is the Word of the LORD!”

Tony sat down. The second reading was a much calmer passage from Romans. Jenna smiled when Reverend Morris took to the pulpit, ready to deliver his sermon.

“Today, I’d like to talk all about love, forgiveness and honesty,” he began. “I’m sure you’ve all heard that old saying. If you love someone, let them go. Why not hold onto them if you love them?

Isn’t love supposed to be fighting for that person no matter what?

Through the fights, the struggles, and the pain, shouldn’t we keep trying to keep the relationship going? The true meaning of loving someone and letting them go starts with being selfless, not selfish. There is another old saying. Honesty is the best policy. Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to be honest with you all today. My wife Lucy and I are getting divorced.

Several loud gasps arose from the congregation. Jenna glanced round, trying to remain composed. She shifted anxiously in the uncomfortable pew. Was the vicar going to mention her name?

“That’s right. I know this will come as a shock to you all. You see, both of us have fallen for different people. Now, whilst we may no longer have romantic love for each other, we still care about each other. As you know, Lucy and I have a young son, Christopher, and his welfare is of paramount importance. Our split has been completely amicable. Lucy has moved out of the vicarage and we have agreed a 50/50 shared custody…”

Josh looked up at the vicar in sympathetic understanding, as did Gordon. Meanwhile, some of the old ladies looked to be on the verge of nervous breakdowns. Jenna’s heart was pounding.

“I’m not asking for forgiveness,” Reverend Morris continued. “I know what some of you must be thinking. What sort of vicar preaches about the sanctity of marriage, and seven deadly sins, the shame of sin…and lo, he has sinned himself. I won’t think ill of any of you. I have spoken to God and believe he has forgiven Lucy and I.”

Suddenly, Tony stood up. “Good for ya, Vicar! You’re a top bloke. You helped me get off the crack. So like, I’d forgive you anything, man.” He started clapping. Jenna joined in, and moments later, the rest of the congregation broke out in applause.

Sat at the organ, Gordon was clapping furiously. He noticed Jenna gazing adoringly at the vicar and gave a wry smile. “I wonder who his new woman could be?” He said to almanbahis adresi himself.

Jenna made her way straight to the vicarage after the service ended, intending to prepare herself ready for Reverend Morris. She was hornier than usual, and had much to discuss with the vicar. He’d given her a key to let herself in with.

Alone in the house, Jenna removed her conservative clothing and changed into a far racier outfit – a short black dress, with lacy red panties underneath. She was just touching up her makeup, when there was a knock on the door.

“Oh he’s back already,” she smiled. The vicarage was only five minutes from the church. “Guess he didn’t bother to go to the church hall…”

Jenna opened the door. “I’m feeling sinful…oh! Er, hello!”

Instead of the vicar, a stern-looking man who was the spitting image of Frollo from Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame, was standing there.

“Good morning,” the mystery man replied. The clerical collar, purple shirt and cross round his neck were obvious indicators that he was a church person, but Jenna had never seen him before.

“Um…can I help you…sir?”

“Is Reverend Simon Morris in?” the man replied.

“No, he’s still at the church. He won’t be long. Can I take a message?”

“I’d prefer to come in and wait. I’m Bishop George. The Reverend is expecting me.”

The bishop? Yikes, Jenna thought. He’s the vicar’s boss. I’d better behave myself. She glanced at him as he entered the lounge.

At least, I must TRY to behave myself…

Bishop George sat down on the couch. “You must be the babysitter?”

Jenna was tempted to lie, but lying to a bishop felt like a great sin, so she declined. “No. I’m…a friend of the vicar.”

Bishop George nodded. “Ah yes. I didn’t think you were a babysitter. Seeing as Lucy and Christopher have moved out. I admire your honesty, my dear.”

Jenna froze. Shit. Does he know everything? Did Reverend Morris have to confess everything to the bishop in private? Or had he been lurking somewhere in the church earlier and left before she did?

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Tea please. Milk and one sugar,” Bishop George replied.

“Right, coming up…” Jenna turned and bumped into the coffee table, knocking some books onto the floor.

“Clumsy me,” she muttered, and bent down to pick them up, exposing her red lacy panties.

Bishop George wasn’t prepared for such a sight and let out a gasp.

A few minutes later, Jenna returned with a cup of tea. “Here you are, um…Reverend? I’m sorry, I don’t know how to address a bishop…I’ve never met a bishop before!”

“Just call me George.” He replied, taking the cup. “Thanks so much. You must be Jenna, yes?”

“Yes.”

“I know about you,” he continued. “I spoke to Reverend Morris by phone a few weeks ago, when the Queen died. There was a notable increase in his happiness, and I could tell he was really excited about something. He was eager to tell me that there’d been an increase in people attending St Michael’s. The he mentioned you. Several times. And then I realised…”

Jenna sat directly opposite him in an armchair. Her legs were crossed. “What did you realise, George?”

She uncrossed her legs.

Bishop George felt his cheeks flush. She’d removed her panties in the kitchen!

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There isn’t a lot of positive literature out there about the lives of bisexual men. Especially bisexual black men. Whenever they’re mentioned, it’s usually not because of something pleasant. The black community is very homophobic and black people who swing both ways are seen as a blight upon their communities. A black male who identifies as bisexual is seen as fair game by the haters. As the wife of such a man, I don’t find this funny at all.

My name is Evelyn Roberts. I’m a six-foot-tall, curvy yet fit, very attractive, licorice-skinned young black woman living in the West Side area of Milton, Massachusetts. I’ve recently graduated from Boston College with a degree in Criminal Justice. I decided to attend Boston College Law School. It’s my dream to one day become a lawyer. Why the law? It puts me into everything. Also, lawyers pack a lot of power. The use and misuse of the law has turned modern-day America into a battlefield. Everyone is watching their backs. Especially at work and in schools.

My parents raised me to be an assertive young woman and instilled a great work ethic in me. I come from a family of achievers. My father, Lionel Roberts is a Harvard graduate working as a heart surgeon at Massachusetts General Hospital. My mother, Leann Alexander Roberts is an Emeritus Professor of Bio-Engineering at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. My older brother Lawrence is an instructor at the U.S. Naval Academy. My younger brother Cain is a freshman at Emerson College, studying media communications. We do fairly well for ourselves. Proof that if we apply ourselves, black men and black women can achieve the American dream.

I’ve always been proud of my family. However, we’ve recently clashed because of the man I love. Adam Wolfgang. A six-foot-two, ruggedly handsome young black man from the city of Brockton. We first met while he was visiting his sister, Isabel Wolfgang at Boston College. You see, Isabel Wolfgang was my roommate during my senior year at BC. We got along wonderfully. This stout, dark-skinned, lively young black woman was the best friend I ever had. She was smart as a whip and one of the nicest people I ever met. When she introduced me to her fine-looking, Hershey-colored brother, I was breathless. I’ve always liked tall, dark-skinned brothers. And this one was really pretty. When we were introduced, I actually licked my lips. Right in front of him. I don’t do this in front of every guy I meet. It’s just that he was so fine-looking.

Adam Wolfgang was something else. He was a business administration student at Northeastern University. He played football for the school. Before that, he was a star athlete playing football and basketball at Brockton Community High School. This smart, soulful, cocky young man took my breath away. After his visit, I pestered his sister with questions. Did Adam have a girlfriend? What kind of women did he like? What was his favorite music? Yeah, in case you can’t tell, I was quite smitten with him. With his big sister’s blessing, we began to date during the 2006-2007 school year. I had never met anyone like Adam. There are quite a few smart people at schools like Boston College, almanbahis adres Northeastern University, M.I.T. and Harvard. However, this young black stud was in a class by himself. A star athlete with a genius-level IQ who had already published three urban fiction books before he turned twenty one.

At his school, he had legions of fans. They adored him. On the gridiron, he was an unstoppable force. In the classroom, he was the very definition of genius. He skipped an entire grade by taking online and summer courses while his fellow classmates took some time off. He was handsome, smart and driven. The guy had alpha male written all over him. When he introduced me to his family, I saw where he got his good looks and brains from. I already knew his older sister. He took me to Brockton to meet his parents, William and Janet Wolfgang. They lived in a nice house on Brockton’s quietly opulent west side.

William Wolfgang was a tall, ruggedly handsome, dark-skinned black man in his early fifties. He was a sergeant with the Massachusetts State Police. A big, friendly man who was very proud of his family. His wife Janet was a tall, regal-looking, light-skinned black woman in her late forties. She had long black hair and light gray eyes. When our eyes met, I saw that she was a thoughtful, formidable woman. We women can sense that about each other. That was my first impression of her and she did not disappoint. Janet Wolfgang was a graduate of the Georgia Institute of Technology. She owned a civil engineering firm located in Woburn, Massachusetts. I found the Wolfgang family to be quite friendly.

Yeah, I was falling head over heels in love with Adam Wolfgang and I didn’t care who knew it. We hung out together in the Back Bay. We rented a canoe and went rowing on the Charles River. I always went to his football games. And I cheered louder than anyone, except maybe the die-hard fans and the players moms and dads. We also attended Boston College baseball and basketball games along with Northeastern University men’s and women’s Ice Hockey events. Adam was a big hockey fan. Several of his friends were collegiate hockey players. I found that quite intriguing. I thought I was the only black person who liked collegiate ice hockey. Adam laughed when I told him this and revealed to me that he played one season of hockey in high school, before taking up football.

The school year went by. For the first time in my life, everything was right. My grades were great. My family was healthy, happy and prospering. And I was dating a tall, dark and handsome stud who took my breath away. Everything felt right. Then, one day, Adam made a devastating revelation to me. My black knight in shining armor had a secret. He was bisexual. I was stunned! I just sat there on his dorm room couch, mouth agape. Adam stood before me, pleading with me to say something. I couldn’t say anything. I was catatonic. If he told me he was an alien from another planet, I wouldn’t have been more surprised.

How could this be? Adam was bisexual? My Adam? No way! Was this some kind of joke? Looking back, I probably should have handled the situation better. Instead, I just got almanbahis adres up and ran like the devil himself was after me. Adam shouted for me to come back. I just ran back to my car and drove away. When I returned to my dorm, Isabel knew something was wrong. I told her. She surprised me by saying that she already knew. I was shocked. She knew her brother swung both ways and she didn’t tell me? I got mad as hell. Isabel stunned me by making another shocking revelation, this one concerning a secret of her very own. Isabel was a lesbian. If lightning had struck me, I couldn’t have been more shocked!

I forced myself to calm down, and asked her to explain. She sat next to me, took my hand in hers and told me her story. Isabel was gay. She’d known it her entire life. She kept this from her father and mother. They were ultra-conservative and wouldn’t understand. Sometimes she went on platonic dates with men just to throw them off the scent. Her younger brother Adam once came to her and revealed that he was bisexual. He was attracted to both women and men. She was kind of surprised. For years she thought he was the heterosexual high-achiever that any parent would be proud to call their own. Turns out he was as flawed as she was. This secret brought brother and sister together. They became each other’s protectors.

When Isabel finished her story, I tried to absorb it all. Slowly, I began to understand. How tough life was for them. How lonely. Adam was honest with me about who he was, and I ran. He came to me with the truth because he loved me, and I had rejected him. What had I done? Isabel gently touched my shoulder and told me it wasn’t too late. I had made a mistake. I didn’t want to lose Adam over this. I loved him too much. So that night I went back to Adam’s dorm. He was quite surprised to see me, to tell you the truth. And he was a little worried, too. I understood his worry. Lots of females would go nuts if they found out their men were bisexual. I gently touched Adam’s hand, and told him I would try to understand.

That night, the two of us sat together. We talked. He told me the story of his life. It was hard for him to be the perfect son in front of his parents, especially since they weren’t exactly tolerant of homosexuality or bisexuality. He publicly dated young women and kept his desires for men to himself. At twenty one, he’d only been with one man. A fellow athlete he met at the university. That young man recently transferred to another school. Adam had been celibate ever since. He told me of the loneliness that filled his nights and days.

My heart wrenched when I saw the look of pain on his face. I simply pulled him to me and kissed him. I wanted to take his pain away. That night, we made passionate love. Our first time together. I had been with a couple of men before but none were as passionate as Adam. This tall, sexy brother was not only fine but also well-endowed. He knew how to please a woman’s body. He made my toes curl. And I return, I pleasured him. I came to him with willing mouth, returning his passionate kisses. I kissed every inch of his body. Until I reached his manhood. It was long and thick, and wonderfully almanbahis adres erect. As I stroked it, I noticed something. Adam was uncut. He smiled nervously, and told me that his parents didn’t believe in physiological modifications of the human body.

I looked at my wonderful man. He needn’t be self-conscious about his body. I really don’t mind a man being all-natural. If mother nature didn’t want them to be a certain way, she would have made them different. I showed him how much I appreciate him by taking him into my mouth. He gasped as I began sucking on him. I tasted the vessel containing his manly essence. Sucked him until he came. He tasted salty, and delicious. I licked him dry. Later, he laid me on the bed and spread my thighs, going down under. His agile tongue and nimble fingers probed my pussy, sending little waves of pleasure deep inside of me. I grabbed the back of his neck and urged him to continue. And so he did. Worked his magic until my floodgates opened. I screamed in sheer pleasure. Then he licked every last droplet of my being.

I had barely caught my breath when he pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms around him, urging him to take me. I needed to feel him inside of me. Adam thrust into me, entering me with one smooth forward motion. I felt his manhood stabbing me inside. It hurt, but in a good way. I welcomed him inside of me. It had been so long since I made love. I am very picky about who I share my body with. And I wanted Adam. No, more than wanted. I needed him. Just like he needed me. I needed to feel that cock of his deep inside my temple. I had an itch only he could scratch. He happily pumped away, and I surrendered to him completely. Time after time I came, and so did he. Passionately, we romped the night away. When morning came, it found us entwined in each other’s arms.

I woke up first. I found myself looking at Adam’s face as he slept. He was the prettiest man I’d ever seen. In a masculine way, though. There was nothing soft about him. Gently, I stroked his face. His eyelids fluttered, and he opened his eyes. He smiled at me. I smiled at him. Good morning sleepy head, I said with a grin. He took my hand and brought it to his lips. Good morning darling, he said. And I guess that’s when I knew. This was no ordinary relationship. Adam was a special person and I was special to him too. I wanted to be with him and only him. This wasn’t the sex talking, folks. I asked him to marry me. And he said yes. I know what you’re thinking. We’re both college students with busy lives, and we shouldn’t rush into things. Part of me knew the risks. However, when something feels so right, letting go of it is such a waste. How many chances like this am I ever going to get?

Adam and I got hitched shortly before my graduation, surprising both our families. I encouraged him to come out to his folks, and he did. As did his sister Isabel, the best ‘man’. Let’s just say both our families got a lot to digest. But we’re not worried about them. Once we start giving them grandsons and granddaughters, our parents will come around. In the meantime, Adam and I are living in a nice apartment on the South End. We plan on buying a house in a year or two. He graduates next year and already has a job lined up with one of the corporate big-shots downtown. As for me, I’m starting law school. It’s an exciting time for me. Things just couldn’t be better. Wish us luck!

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