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All Heath knew was that he wanted Lila’s phone number before they left this place. But for some reason, she didn’t exactly seem thrilled to give it to him. Undeterred, Heath pulled out his phone and said, “Hey, why don’t you give me your number, so at least I’ll have it?”

Hesitating for a moment, Lila finally said, “You sure? I know you’ll be busy with your investigation for a while, so you might not have time for me, and I know how important it is for you to get to the bottom of what happened to your sister.”

She was right, but no matter how busy, he’d still find time for her. He held his phone at the ready waiting, coaxing her, he said, “C’mon, what’s your number?”

Once Lila finally gave in and rattled off her cell phone number and Heath began programming it into his phone, it rang in his hand. He looked up at her and shrugged, glad that he’d managed to get that done before the call came in. Checking the call display, he saw it was Jerry. Deciding he didn’t have much to hide from her anymore, Heath stayed where he was and took the call. “Hey, Jerry, what’s up?”

He got right to the point, telling him, “Plenty — and none of it’s good.”

Heath’s eyes narrowed, as he said, “Okay, so what did you find?”

“Well, turns out Sam Walters and Lars Zucker go way back. A few years ago, back in New York, Sam had another sex club known for every kind of kink imaginable, at least before the vice squad went in and shut the place down. Seems they’d found evidence of forcible confinement, sex slavery, drugs, and a lot of it with underage women, and a few young guys. And there was a rumor of one young woman who was last seen in there, simply disappearing, and no one knows what became of her.”

That sounded familiar, no one knew where his sister disappeared to, either — until her body was found in that old warehouse. “Shit.”

Jerry agreed, “Yeah, no kidding. Seems there’s a pattern with these guys, and women seem to die or go missing whenever they’re around. Anyway, getting back to the club — amongst the people arrested as found- ins was a client by the name of Lars Zucker, but he disappeared the next day, and never even showed up for his court date. From what I’ve been learning about these two, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near them. And if I were you, I think I’d get out of there, Heath, and maybe try to let the police take another shot at the investigation. Could be with all the stuff we’ve managed to uncover, they might finally be able to solve the mystery of what happened to your sister.”

Heath glanced over at Lila, watching her closely as his friend spoke. Jerry could be right, maybe they both needed to get out of this place. He knew enough people still on the force that he could probably convince them to dig a little deeper into what was going on in here, and see what they could uncover on both Lars Zucker and Sam Walters in relation to his sister’s murder. Heath was beginning to suspect they might have had something to do with her winding up dead. Despite what he’d been told, she probably didn’t die from a drug overdose. From what he’d learned, it was sounding more and more like someone took her life.

Lila could hear what his friend was saying, and she was hoping that Heath would take his advice. When she finally got out of here on Thursday, she wanted him to leave, too. The thought of leaving him behind in a place like this wasn’t something she could even contemplate. Clearly, it was dangerous for both of them and not just her.

Once Heath had thanked his friend, he leaned over the bed, pressed a quick kiss to Lila’s cheek and told her, “I want to go and see if I can find Kassie, to see what she meant by that note she slipped me. Will you be okay in here on your own for a while?”

Although Lila nodded, she honestly wished he wouldn’t leave. Not that she was scared for herself. Once he locked the door, she knew she’d be safe in the room, but she was beginning to think that even walking around alone the hallways of this place posed certain risks, even for someone the size of Heath.

With Heath gone, Lila slipped down on the bed and closed her eyes, not even bothering to clean up the remnants of their lunch. It wasn’t going anywhere; and she knew it would be waiting for Heath to put it out in the hall, since he didn’t like her opening the door, especially when she was on her own.

Damn, she was tired, and stressed. They had three more days of this farce to get through and she wondered if they’d last. Their time in the playroom was becoming less fun, and more of a test of daring. Him trying to pretend to be a master with his sex slave, while under constant surveillance was wearing on both of them, especially with the Den Keeper showing up on them unannounced twice. But since they only had to keep up the pretense for a few more days, she hoped they could pull it off. She sighed, as she felt herself drifting off. Thank goodness they had their time alone in their room, or she didn’t think she’d have beylikdüzü escort lasted this long.

She hadn’t been sleeping long when her cell phone went off. Blinking herself awake, she scrambled off the bed and found her purse. Plucking her phone out, she mumbled, “Hello?” not even bothering with the call display. But then she smiled when she heard the welcome sound of her sister, Mandy’s voice.

“Hey, you,” Mandy said. “Were you sleeping? You sound groggy.”

“Yeah, I was just having a little nap.”

“So, how’s Italy?”

Oh crap. Her eyes shot open. She’d almost forgotten she was supposed to be on vacation in the land of pizza, pasta and dark handsome men. Then she grinned when she thought of Heath, realizing she’d found her own hottie right here at home. Realizing her sister was still waiting for an answer, wincing, she said, “Oh, it’s great.”

Just then Lila heard the door opening, and saw Heath walk in, looking puzzled when he saw her on the phone. As her sister talked, she put a finger to her mouth to let him know he had to keep quiet.

Meanwhile, Mandy was saying, “I know you’ll be home in a few days, but since I hadn’t heard a peep from you, not even a text to say you got there okay, I was starting to worry. So, I thought I’d give you a call. So where are you now?”

In hell, she thought, but decided that wasn’t something she could share with her older sister. She hated to lie, but since everyone thought she was in Italy for a week, she knew she didn’t really have much choice. Lila looked over at Heath, and trying not to flinch, she said, “I’m in Rome and it’s beautiful, and so full of history. It’s warm and sunny, and everything I hoped it would be.”

Heath looked surprised for a second, before he started to smile and shake his head. Then he swiped one index finger over the other, gesturing shame on you, as he watched her helplessly shrug.

He took a seat on the bed, enjoying watching her squirm her way through her little deception. As he watched her, listening to whomever it was who kept talking, he had to say it was kind of fun watching her sweat as she told one fib after another. Lila rolled her eyes in frustration as the person she was talking to obviously kept droning on, finally, getting up off the bed, she began to nervously pace the floor. Finally, seeing an opening, Lila jumped in with, “That sounds great. So, how are all your boys?” So, it he imagined it might be someone in her family she was talking to.

Lila knew that Mandy loved to talk about her sons, which was why she brought them up. “Oh, they’re all wonderful, and the two of them were just asking when they’re going to see their favorite auntie again. Pryce was hoping you could make it to one of his little league games this summer. He’d really love for you to see him play. And you wouldn’t believe how grown up he looks in his uniform, just like a little man.”

Heaving a sigh, Lila shrugged at Heath, saying, “I’d love to see him play one day. But for now, you tell him to hit one out of the park for his Auntie Lila.”

Mandy laughed. “We’re talking T-ball here, Lila. At five, they’re lucky if they can even make contact with the ball and knock it off the T. Then they get so excited if they actually manage to hit the thing, they forget they’re supposed to run to first base and just stand there wearing the biggest grins you’ve ever seen, smiling up at their families, like they’ve just won the World Series. And some of them actually go after the ball themselves once they manage to hit it, chasing it all over the place, and trying to keep anyone else from getting to it. Sometimes both teams are out there scrambling for the ball, with no clue what they’re supposed to do once they finally get it. You really have to see it. Some of us mothers laugh so hard watching them play, it’s a wonder we don’t pee our pants.”

Lila started laughing, just hearing about it, missing the normal outside world more than ever and wishing she was there watching something as funny as that instead of being stuck in this chamber of horrors. “I’d love to see that, it sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Oh, it is. When Terry’s not working, he and I sit and laugh till we cry, but the kids are just happy to be out there playing ball. I think it’s good for them, too, even if just to be part of a team and to be out getting some fresh air and a little exercise, even if they haven’t got a clue about the game.”

With a little sigh, Lila said, “It sounds like it. Well, I should go, I’ve got a tour booked, so I should probably go change and get ready.”

“Oh, lucky you,” her sister said. “You know I would love to see Rome one day. So what are you going to see on this tour?”

Lila pulled an awkward face, trying to remember what she would have been seeing if not for that idiot Blake. “Uh… you know more of the sights here; I think the Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountain, and maybe the Vatican.”

Mandy sounded confused beyoğlu escort when she said, “At night? I didn’t think people visited the Vatican at night.”

Yikes. Lila suddenly looked panicked, forgetting about the time difference. “Well, it’s a tour, so we’ll just be driving around on a bus, and we won’t be getting off. You know, just uh… touring.”

“Oh, right. Well, I hope you enjoy it, and don’t forget, take a lot of pictures. I can’t wait to see them when you get back.” Lila physically cringed at that. Now how was she going to put pictures on her phone or online when she hadn’t taken any? Even as she began to wonder about that, she still managed to listen as her sister went on. “And I also hope to hear when you get back, that you met some tall, dark, handsome Italian that swept you off your feet. After your break up with that Blake character I know you might not be looking, but you never know, sometimes things just happen when you least expect. And you might even find your soul mate over there, or at least someone you’d like to boink.”

Lila laughed out loud. Her nephews had to be in the vicinity, if her sister had to dig for a word like boink to describe it. Her eyes settled on her own tall, dark, handsome bed mate and she smiled. “Yeah, you never know, stranger things have happened.”

“Well, I’d better let you go. Love you, sis. And I hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday. Have a glass of vino or two for me, and uh… don’t be afraid to let loose and have some fun.”

“I will, and give them all my love.”

When she disconnected the call, standing uncomfortably in the middle of the room, she hazarded a glance at Heath sitting up in the bed and saw that he was shaking his head at her, grinning. “You just lied your pretty ass off, didn’t you?”

Covering her face in her hands, she kept her head down and nodded, feeling embarrassed, especially since he’d heard it all. Then pulling her hands away from her face, she finally looked at him. “I know, but I had no choice. I was supposed to be in Italy this week, so I just let everyone think that’s where I’d gone, because I couldn’t very well tell them where I was really going to spend the week, now could I?”

He stopped smiling then. “No. I guess not. So, who were you supposed to go to Italy with?”

Letting out a sigh, she told him the truth, “A guy… that I’m no longer seeing.”

“Let me guess, the one who got you into this mess?”

She nodded. “Yeah, that would be the one. I used the money I’d saved for the trip to try and pay back as much as I could of his loan and the rest they suggested I could pay back by…”

“Coming here,” he provided, before she had to say any more.

Her cheeks coloring, she nodded.

Deciding a change of subject might be a good idea, he said, “So, who was that you were talking to?”

“My sister, Mandy,” she said, with a little smile. He could tell they were close just from that.

“And she’s got kids?”

Lila nodded then as she crossed the room, crawled over on the bed and tucked herself in beside him against the big padded leather head board. The second she nestled down beside him, Heath’s arm instantly circled her shoulders, drawing her against him, as she said, “Yes. She’s got two little boys. Pryce the ball player is five and his little brother Charlie, who loves anything to do with cars and trucks just turned three.”

“Bet they’re cute.”

She smiled. “More like adorable, both have curly blonde hair and big blue eyes. My sister claims they’re hell on wheels, but I know she loves them to pieces, and so do I.”

Heath squeezed her a little closer still, when she said that, asking, “You ever think you’d like some of your own?”

Sighing, she said, “I don’t know, I’m around kids all day at school, but they’re teenage boys, so…” The way she comically contorted her face, made him laugh. Need she say more, teenage boys were not necessarily all that cute or cuddly — more like pimply-faced, occasionally a little on the smelly side, and taxing on the nerves. “But at least I know I can get my fix of little ones whenever I’m in the mood with my sister’s two. But who knows, if I ever do marry one day, I might consider it.”

Heath was quiet for a moment till he looked up at the mirrored ceiling and started talking like he was miles away. “I practically raised my kid sister Karen.” Realizing he was more or less talking to himself, Lila looked over at him and just listened and let him speak. “I was fifteen when she was born, and I remember being so grossed out when I found out my mother was pregnant with her, because I realized then that my parents had to still be having sex.” He managed a slight grin as he looked over at her. “And back then I thought that was pretty nasty. But once she was born, I think it was love at first sight. She had the biggest green eyes, loads of thick dark curls, fat little cheeks, and the cutest laugh I’d ever heard. Some of the bizimkent escort neighbor ladies said she was the prettiest baby they’d ever seen.”

Lila reached out and took his hand as Heath looked over at her, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze before he continued. “I can still remember seeing her take her first step, and when she lost her first tooth, she looked so cute with that gap-toothed smile. And I was the one who taught her how to ride a bike, and how to skate. And I’ll never forget how pretty she looked on the night of her senior prom — in a beautiful deep blue dress — she suddenly looked so grown up. But little did any of us know, the asshole who escorted her that night, just a few weeks later, would also talk her into running away with him, and we never saw her alive again.”

Lila closed her eyes, hating to hear that. Finally, when he went quiet, she looked over at him, resting her hand on his chest. “So… what happened to her?”

Heath shrugged. “She left home at eighteen, less than two years ago. And we tried everything to find her and bring her back home. I still have a lot of friends on the police force, but since she was of legal age when she left, they said there really wasn’t much they could do. Checking around, I learned from talking to her school friends that the low-life she’d left with was heavily into drugs, and had introduced her to them, too. And of course once I heard that, I tried even harder to find her, and then one day just after Christmas last year her body turned up, badly decomposed in an abandoned warehouse down by the docks. Some squatters looking for a place to sleep found her. I’d given her a little gold charm bracelet for her sixteenth birthday, which she never took off, and she was still wearing it on what was left of her wrist. I recognized it when I had to identify her body at the city morgue.”

Lila made a painful little sound as she curled into his side and wrapped her arms around him as Heath hugged her tighter. “That must have been horrible, to have to identify your own sister.”

He nodded. “Yeah, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. But I didn’t want my parents to have to do it, so it was left to me. My mother still cries about losing her all the time. And my father refuses to talk about her, probably just too painful for him. So, losing my sister basically destroyed my family.”

“I guess having something like that happen, would. I can’t even imagine what that must have been like for you and your parents to learn that she was really gone, especially so young.”

“Yeah, and my parents only had the two of us.” Heath let out a breath. He never talked to anyone about what it was like to lose his kid sister, but for some reason he felt he could talk to her about it, and that she’d understand. And he was right — he could feel that she was here for him. More grateful than ever to have her, he leaned close and kissed the top of her head.

Lila wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him tight. Aware, not for the first time, that beneath the big broad chest of her supposedly hard ass Dom beat the heart of a very kind man. He was clearly broken-hearted over the loss of his sister, but suspected that not too many people ever saw this side of him.

They sat quietly for a while. It was a lot for Lila to take in, and a lot for Heath to have to share.

Finally she cleared her throat and asked, “So what did Kassie have to say?”

Heath looked away, as he said, “I never found her. I asked a few of the other members, but no one’s seen her lately. I even checked her office, but the lights were out and she wasn’t there.”

Lila felt a chill run up her spine, wondering what could have happened to Kassie after she’d slipped Heath that cryptic note. She just hoped no one would harm her over a little thing like that. But then again in a place like this, anything was possible.

Heath was wondering what had become of Kassie, too. Since he’d been coming here, she always seemed to be around. He’d seen her coming out of different rooms that she’d checked to be sure were clean before they were used by the club members. She also dealt with minor complaints, and of course handled things like the auctions. But she’d also passed him a note that morning — and let him get a look at the auction records the other night. He just hoped he hadn’t gotten her into any kind of trouble. And he knew trouble in a place like this could mean a lot more than her just losing her job. Starting to feel a little uneasy, he just hoped she was all right. He’d have to look for her again tomorrow. And maybe ask around again to see if anyone had seen her.

Tucking Lila close to his side, he needed the feel of her. Soon this would be over for both of them. She’d be able to leave on Thursday, and he was starting to think he should consider leaving at the same time. No point in his parent losing both of their offspring to this weird place.

Both Heath and Lila left their little bedroom sanctuary the next day with a sense of trepidation. After today, they were both acutely aware they would only have to keep up the routine in the playrooms for another two days, but that didn’t make it any easier to go downstairs and start putting on a show for the surveillance camera again.

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Caren was 37, single, about 5’3″ tall with dark wavy hair down to the middle of her shoulder blades. She had blue eyes, small breasts, shapely legs and a great ass. She worked out regularly at the gym, specializing in stair master exercises. She wore clothes that accentuated her body and usually could be seen at work wearing short skirts in the summer and tight fitting pants or dresses in the winter. She was a partier, going to happy hours nearly every week.

Her coworker, Mike, a little younger than she, always admired her looks. She was quite a piece of scenery to have around the office. When he would talk to her while she was seated at her desk, he would notice her beautiful thighs exposed when her skirt rode up as she sat there. Mike was not into office affairs. He always hated gossip and did not want to be the subject of the office banter if word got out of a suspected affair.

Caren and Mike would interact quite a bit at work. It would be hard to avoid one another, as they worked for the same supervisor. Mike went to happy hours also, although not as frequently as Caren. However, whenever he went, she was inevitably present. She drank and danced her share, and also conversed very much. She always looked good. One night, as some women will do after some drink, she was getting a little amorous with Mike. He could see the look in her eyes and hear the way she was talking, but he did not let anything happen. She never followed up after that. Another time, they were invited on another coworker’s boat. Caren showed up in a solid white bikini. Mike had to hide a hard-on for most of the outing, and almost invited her out for dinner afterward, but he bowed out.

One fine day at the office, the company decided they were going to make some cuts. Caren and Mike, along with a several others, were let go. Caren and Mike exchanged home phone numbers to keep each other abreast of job leads and so forth. The next morning, while at the unemployment office, Mike was leaving when Caren came walking in. She was wearing blue jeans that were oh so form fitting. Her fine ass was so curvy and moved so well when she walked. It looked great when she was standing still too, for that matter. He waited for her to finish her business, and then they went to a diner for some brunch. It was a commiserating session, venting about the loss of their jobs and wondering what lied ahead. When they were ready to leave, Caren kissed him goodbye on the cheek. Each one knew they lived about 3 minutes away from one another, but both said they were busy and wouldn’t be able to spend anymore time together that day.

From time to time, each one would phone the other with any job updates and also talk about other things in life. Each one had their separate circle of friends, so they did not socialize outside of the company of other coworkers prior to this job loss. But the situation they both found themselves in gave them something in common to socialize about.

As beşiktaş escort time went on, the job search seemed more hopeless and Caren’s phone calls became more frequent. It was cool being home from work for the first couple of weeks, but now it sucked. Caren felt the need to talk more and gave updates about people she kept in contact with at the old office. She began to sound more downtrodden, and Mike did his best to remain upbeat. Soon, the phone would ring on a daily basis, and when it wasn’t a headhunter, it was Caren. But the conversations remained just that: conversations. There was never any talk of getting together. Caren, after all, had a boyfriend who either lived with her or lived just down her block.

As the months rolled from late winter to spring to midsummer, their phone calls had become second nature. One late Sunday afternoon in July, Mike’s phone rang. He heard Caren’s familiar voice say “hiii.” Only this time, it seemed a little friendlier and less depressed than usual. The conversation was relaxed and went on and on. They spoke about which ex-coworkers they saw last and what was new with them. Silences between talking did not seem to deter either of them. It seemed neither of them wanted to hang up. They commented about the weather and Caren mentioned that it was a good thing she had air conditioning in the bedroom of her apartment, as she lived upstairs and the rest of the apartment was sweltering. Mike told her how lucky she was to have A/C. He was sweating it out in his apartment.

“At least I have some cool air in the bedroom. I’ve been in here most of the day. Right now I’m lying on the bed in my shorts watching TV and eating some Haagen Daz,” Caren said, her voice tinged with slight wantonness. Mike could see those luscious tanned legs now. His penis jumped slightly under his loose fitting shorts.

Almost an hour had passed since the phone call began.

“My boyfriend went camping upstate for the weekend and he was supposed to be home by now. He must have gotten caught in traffic,” she said.

The conversation continued playfully now, with Mike teasing her about her boyfriend not being there and Caren teasing him back about not having A/C.

Then Mike said, “Man I’d love to get out of this heat for a little while. How about if I drop by for a few minutes, just until your boyfriend gets back?”

After almost 10 seconds of silence, Caren answered “Ok.” Mike said he’d be right over.

Mike arrived at the house. It was a house split into two apartments, one on the ground level and one upstairs. Caren’s was upstairs. After passing through the front door of the house, Mike found himself facing a staircase leading up. There was also a hallway to the left of the staircase leading to the back of the house, with a door to the right behind the staircase leading to the other apartment. Mike climbed the stairs. Caren must have heard his footsteps because beşyol escort she opened the door before he had a chance to knock.

Caren smiled and they kissed each other on the cheek as Caren led him in by the arms. She turned to walk in front of him and Mike almost passed out at the sight of her legs and ass in those shorts. She was shoeless. She gave him the nickel tour of the place. He commented that she was right about it being hot in there. She then ushered him into the bedroom and closed the door. What a difference in temperature! But although it was much cooler in the bedroom due to the A/C, Mike still felt quite heated up. Apparently, so did Caren.

Mike noted there was nothing to sit on in the room except the queen-sized bed. Caren bent over the bed to clear away some magazines. Mike’s antenna went up as he gazed at the crack of her ass showing against her shorts and the way her t-shirt rode up on her.

Caren climbed onto the bed and patted the mattress next to her, looking at Mike and signaling him to get beside her.

“So how do you like the A/C?” she asked.

“It’s great. Much better than before” he replied.

“I knew you’d like it. And I’ll bet you’ll like this too.”

With that, Caren got onto her side facing Mike and began rubbing his chest with her hand and fingers. Mike touched her shoulder and leaned to kiss her. They locked lips and kissed long and deep, their tongues dancing together. He wanted her so much. He gently pushed her away onto her back. He reached for her shorts and tugged them off. He did the same with her sexy underwear. He wanted nothing to stand between him and her breathtaking womanhood.

Mike looked at Caren’s neatly trimmed pussy and almost salivated. His dick was totally attentive. But first, he wanted those legs. He bent her legs straight back over her head and slowly kissed and sucked his way from her gorgeous calves to the underside of her thighs. Her legs were so smooth, so soft, yet firm, and so shapely. He nibbled on the underside of her thighs down to her butt.

He allowed her legs to fall forward again. This time, he bent the knees and spread her legs apart. He gave her long sucking kisses on the insides of her thighs while his fingers caressed the outsides of her thighs. She was growing wetter by the second. He could smell her musk and this turned him on. The tip of his tongue traced a path along the sides of her wet slit. He then lapped at her pussy with a flattened tongue. Caren’s head was moving from side to side. Every now and then the tip of his tongue would brush up against her swollen clit and her hips would thrust forward with touch.

Caren was wetter than wet now and Mike knew she was ready for his cock. She confirmed this by exhaling a breathy whisper, “Hohhhh Mike, I need you so bad!”

Mike stood up and removed his shorts and briefs. His erect cock sprang from its lair, its tip covered in pre-cum. beykent escort He briefly thought about fucking Caren in the missionary position, but what he really wanted was her ass. He turned her over and she got on all fours on the bed facing the headboard. He marveled at how round her ass was. He never saw more beautiful buttocks.

He got into position behind her and rubbed the length of his hard cock against her wet lips, mixing his pre-cum with her cunt honey. She moaned in anticipation and raised her hips as a welcome to his initial thrust. Mike plunged his hardness all the way into her warm soft wetness. Caren took in a quick breath as she became impaled. Animal instincts took over now. Mike became obsessed. He wanted nothing more than to give Caren a good hard fucking. His stiff cock moved like an oiled piston inside her tight wet pussy. He looked down and saw his cock disappear and reappear between those incredible ass cheeks and he was so turned on. “Ohhh Caren……I always wanted to fuck you like this!!” he groaned.

Caren’s hands were gripping the top of the headboard. Her head was moving around, side to side and back and forth. The bed was shaking from their humping and the headboard was banging against the wall. His body was slamming against her beautiful ass. “Ohhh Mike…. yesss!!!” she said loudly.

His hands were holding her hips tightly as he drilled her. He increased his speed and the force of his thrusts. She felt as if a pile driver was screwing her. Soon she felt the tingling begin throughout her body. Her head was rocking back and forth as she held onto the headboard with all her might. “Oh fuck…..I’m cumming!!!” she yelled. He felt her tight little pussy grow even tighter around his pole as she began what became a long intense orgasm, followed by short little orgasms. She felt his cock twitch inside her and he was overcome by the incredible tingling sensation in the underside of his cock head as he pumped what seemed to be a gallon of hot cum inside her. She felt thoroughly filled up.

As emotions settled down and while still inside her, he took her by the hips, sat back on his heels, and pulled her back against his chest while she was still sitting on his cock. He ran his hands over her front, caressing her nipples and gently rubbing her clit and sucking her earlobe. She cooed as she felt his warm breath on her neck and shoulders and massaged his cock by squeezing it with her pussy muscles.

Caren looked to the side out the window and said “Oh shit… my boyfriend’s here.” Mike looked out the window and saw a car pulling up to the curb. They got up hurriedly, got dressed thanked each other and gave each other one last kiss.

Mike ran out the apartment door and spilled down the stairs. Instead of exiting the front door immediately, he turned to his right and ran down the hall to the back of the staircase. He waited for Caren’s boyfriend to enter. When he heard the front door open, Mike casually walked around from behind the staircase, giving the appearance he had just come from the ground level apartment. He looked at the boyfriend, smiled and said “hi.” His greeting was returned as Mike kept walking and headed out the front door, and his smile grew as he got into his car and drove home.

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When Chris Thompson met Cindy Wells on the internet he really thought he’d found the love of his life. She lived in Florida and he was so anxious to meet her he offered to pay her airfare to LA for a week-end visit. His offer was readily accepted and the big day arrived for him to meet her at the airport.

Now Chris wasn’t a prude exactly but he was a bit reserved and she turned out to be a bit of a shock. As she walked towards him at LAX he thought she’d forgotten to put her skirt on – her dress was that short. When she got closer he could see her tits jiggling around under her thin top and her cleavage almost met the slit in her skirt.

Driving over to his place she slid her hand up and down his thigh and he almost ran into the car in front of him a couple of times. When they got to his apartment she was all over him as soon as the door closed.

“I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since we first spoke to each other,” she said, pinning him against the wall and ramming her tongue halfway down his throat. “I knew immediately that you were my kind of guy.”

To put it mildly Chris was a bit overwhelmed. He was not a choir boy by a long shot but he hadn’t met anyone quite as aggressive as Cindy before.

“Let’s get undressed and you can fuck me right here against the wall,” she said.

Of course as she wearing so little it didn’t take her five seconds to strip off. He took a bit longer, not only because he was wearing more clothes but he was a bit nervous. This wasn’t the sweet innocent looking girl he’d Skyped numerous times. Yes – she did have low cut tops on a couple of occasions but he didn’t think much of it at the time.

As she stood there naked, impatient to get going, Chris aydınlı escort continued struggling to get his pants off. Having a boner was unavoidable as he was staring at a tall, slender, gorgeous looking blonde with tits most movie stars would die for.

Once naked he put his arms around her and she pressed her back to the flocked wallpaper. It seemed that she didn’t want any foreplay she just wanted him to ram his cock into her and start moving it in and out.

“Be rough,” she cried out, “I won’t break – give it to me hard baby.”

He’d never actually had it standing up before and it took a bit of manoeuvring to get his dick into her crack. When he did she screamed as though she’d cum already.

Chris loved the feel of her warm wet cunt and he would liked to have savored the moment but she wanted action and she grabbed onto the cheeks of his ass and started to grind his dick and poke her tongue in his mouth at the same time. It felt so good he knew he was going to cum very soon and when he did she cried out, “Oh yes – Oh yes,” several times and breaking free she dropped to her knees and sucked the dripping residue from his dick.

The evening was only just beginning and Cindy already wanted her ass slapped, her tits bitten and his entire hand rammed up her pussy. After an hour and a half he was feeling completely shagged out but she didn’t let up. They did it backwards and forwards, up her ass in her mouth, on the floor, in the bed until his dick was sore and he felt that at any moment he would have a heart attack.

“I love sex,” she smiled, “I could just do it and do it and do it.”

It was not what Chris wanted to hear. He knew that most men dreamed about bağdat caddesi escort meeting a girl like her but in reality such women could put you in an early grave – that’s if there was enough left to bury.

When she agreed to a brief respite he managed to cook up a couple of omelet’s, even though his legs had turned to jelly and he had a real problem standing at the stove. All the time he was cooking she, still naked, had her arms around his waist rubbing her hairy snatch against his ass.

Eventually he did manage to get her to sit down at the table but even then her bare feet began to assault his and it seemed like a precursor of what she had in mind for dessert. When he poured her a glass of wine she warned him that she had a low tolerance for alcohol.

“It’s some sort of genetic thing,” she said, “I end up falling asleep and we wouldn’t want that would we.”

“We certainly wouldn’t,” he grinned filling her glass to the rim.

As she predicted her eyes started to flicker after a while and she dozed off right there in the chair. It was a bit of a struggle but he managed to get her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. He slept on the sofa and was awoken early the next morning with Cindy playing with his dick.

“I’d like to cover it with whipped cream and lick it all off,” she said, looking completely rejuvenated.

Chris said he couldn’t wait for that but he thought they should have coffee first, “Coffee always makes me feel horny,” he said.

“Great, let’s have some coffee then.”

While she lay on the sofa fingering her slit, he made a good strong cup and laced it with brandy.

“It tastes a bit different,” she said, bahçelievler escort “Sort of tangy.”

“It’s a special blend I get from Ethiopia,” he smiled, “Drink up I think we should both have a second cup.”

To cut a long story short Chris kept her libated all week-end. He put vodka in the curry, Jack Daniels in the scrambled eggs and Creme de Menthe in the dessert. However, before they left for the airport on the Sunday afternoon he thought maybe they should have a farewell fuck, after all she was a very beautiful woman.

As she lay on the bed he gently opened her legs and put his face between them. With his fingers and tongue he played with her pink folds and she groaned and moaned and even giggled a little. He was feeling quite horny and his dick, in spite of all the punishment it took on the first day, was now as hard as a rock.

He moved between her legs and gentle slipped it into her wet groove it felt great but before started to move it in and out she began to snore and the spell was broken. Chris, now a little deflated, let her sleep until it was time to leave for the airport.

“I’m really sorry I’ve been so tired,” she said, before she left to board her flight, “I feel I’ve disappointed you, I had such an exciting week-end planned for us. I wanted us to do it in the shower, in the tub and even on the balcony under the moon.”

“Well we can do all those things when I get back from Ethiopia.”

“You’re going to Ethiopia?” she gasped.

“Yes the people I buy coffee from want me to go there as a taster.”

“How long will you be gone,” she asked, sliding her hand down his crotch.

“Just a couple of years,” he said, piling on the lies, “Unfortunately they don’t have internet up the in mountains.”

It was a teary goodbye and he felt a little sorry for her but as she joined the line at the gate he saw her fingering the ass of the tall male passenger in front of her. There was doubt in his mind that her new found friend was just about to join the “mile high club.”

THE END

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Alex stepped quickly into her apartment shutting the door behind her. She took off her jacket and shook it out. The jacket hadn’t helped keep the rain back as she her clothes were damp even from the short run from her car. It was time for a nice warm shower and then sit back and enjoy the rain.from her cozy sofa. She made her way to the bedroom unbutton the first few button of her blouse.

She flipped on the lights and crossed over to her bedroom window to close the blinds. She took a quick look through the blinds outside at the rain. A man working on a car under the parking structure caught her eye. Well his ass caught her eye. His blue jeans fit tightly around his ass as he bent over the hood of the car. He wore a gray t-shirt, his muscles bulged slightly from beneath the sleeves. She bit her lip as she stared at the man below her window.

She jumped back from the window when he raised up from the hood of the car. Did he see her she wondered? She reached up to close the blind. But then stopped. She bit her lip again as she peered out the window again. He had his back turned to the window. She smiled and turned away from the window. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the ground. She undid her bra and then turned back to the window and slowly pulled it off.

Was he watching her? She bit her lip as she thought that he was. She reached up and pulled the hair tie out of her hair. Her red hair fell out of her pony tail and she run her hands through it. She then turned her her back to the window again and bent down to untie her shoes making sure her ass was wiggling in front of the window. She heard the sound of a car hood closing and she knew he was watching. She stood up and undid her jeans. She wiggled her ass as she pulled them down. She made sure to bend over slower this time showing of her lace panties. She again slowly stood up and turned toward the window. She cupped her breasts in her hands for a moment before letting them fall. She then reached over and ataşehir escort closed the blinds.

She dimmed the lights in her room and made her way to her bed She sat down on the bed and smiled as she pulled off her panties. She wondered what he was thinking. The thought of him outside watching her excited her. Her shower would have to wait. She reached over to her night stand and pulled out a small silver vibrator. She laid down on the bed and placed the vibrator on her clit. The cold metal against her skin sent a rush up her spine. She clicked it on and it began to pulsate slowly. She let out a soft moan as she adjusted it around her clit. She changed to vibration to a constant speed and moved it around finding the the perfect spot. She let out a load moan as she found it.

She moaned softly as the she rubbed her breast with her free hand. She bit her lip as she thought about the man outside her window. Between her muffled moans she heard her front door close and lock. She moaned as she listened to the soft sound of footsteps make their way to her bedroom. She looked across the room and saw a faint shadow on the floor beneath the doorway. She rubbed the vibrator against her clit harder and screamed.

“Yes, Oh my, uh yes.” she moaned loader. She closed her eyes and reached the vibrator into her pussy and let out a whimper as she arched her back. She knew he was watching her and it excited her. She slid the vibrator in and out as she moaned before she moved it back to her clit. She let it vibrate a few seconds more before she turned it off.

“You think you can help me, my battery just died and I really need to get off.” She reached down and rubbed her clit with her finger. “Don’t just stand there, come in. I won’t bite.”

She watched as the door slowly opened and the man from downstairs stepped in. She looked down and show the bulged in his pants and licked her lips. “Stop there. As you can see me naked, it is only fair for me to see you.”

She avcılar escort watched as he pulled of his shirt first and dropped it to the floor. He then unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His boxers could not hold his hard pens as it pushed itself out of the hole and stood tall. He pulled the boxers off and stood there fully naked his hard penis point right at her. She wondered if he had touched himself as he listened to her. She motioned him over to her with her finger. He slowly walked over to her as she sat up on the bed.

When he was close enough she reached out and grabbed his dick. It was like a rock and he gasped when she touched it. “You like that?” He nodded his head slowly. She moved her hand up and down the shaft slowly as he moaned. She smiled.

She worked her hand up and down while she reached around and cupped his balls and stroked them. Slowly she bent forward and slid her mouth over his penis. Working her way down she continued to rub his balls. He moaned loudly and placed his hand on her head and she sucked hard as she pushed his dick deep inside her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft as she tightened her grip around it with her lips. She then slowly loosened her lips as the slid up his shaft. She let it plop out of her mouth and she looked up at him. She could she that he wanted her, wanted to fuck her and she was ready to let him.

“You want me?”

He smiled and shook his head.

She laid back in the bed and spread her legs apart. She places her hands on her pussy and rubbed it. “I need something from you first. Then you can stick that in here and fuck me.”

He sat down on the bed and ran his legs up her thighs and toward her pussy. He slide his long fingers inside and she let out a moan. He then slowly bent his head between her legs and toward her clit. She could feel his warm breath against it before he flicked his tongue out and licked it. She moaned as he traced around it slowly before her avrupa yakası escort brought it inside his mouth. He sucked hard on her clit letting his tongue rub underneath it as he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy. She grabbed his head and pushed it hard against her. He sucked harder and she only moaned louder.

“Fuck me, I want you to fuck me she screamed.”

He took a moment too long to pull off from sucking her pussy. It was driving her mad. If he didn’t stop she would cum on his face and would he have to fuck her longer to get her off. “Now!” she screamed as she pulled his head up. “Put the rock hard cock in me and fuck me.”

He pulled himself up and got on his knees. He spread open her pussy and slowly slid his dick inside her. The hardness and the heat from it made her moan. She clinched her pussy tight around it and reached out to pull him closer. He drove to deeper inside her before slowly moving it back and forth. He moaned as he strokes got harder and faster. He reached out and grabbed her breasts as her fucked her deep.

She moaned, and arched her back as he fucked her. She could feel him ramming his cock deep inside her. She felt every inch of his long hard shaft as it moved quickly in and out. He let out a moan and it turned her on even more. She gripped her pussy around his dick and she could feel herself reaching orgasm. “Yes, Oh God yes. Fuck me .”

He rammed his dick deep inside and held his body tight against her clit. He moan loudly and she could feel him orgasm inside her. She body arched as she hit hers as well. She moaned loudly as her orgasm rocked her body. He held her tight pushing his dick in deep as he finished shooting his sperm inside her. He held his dick there as she finished her orgasm. She moaned softly as she lowered her back against the bed.

“MMM, that was nice.” she said as she rubbed his chest. “Why don’t we go clean off in the shower and we can talk about what we will do tomorrow.”

She slid off the bed and looked back at him. “Nick, I said that you would love some role playing.” “Now come wash my back and I might give you a surprise in the shower.”

She smiled as she made her way to the bathroom. She glanced behind her and could see he was watching her ass so she wiggled it for him before closing the bathroom door.

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This story is a fictional account containing fictional names. For the military readers with the same name and rank that view this story, I assure you that this is entirely coincidental.

My name is Master Sgt. Fuller, United States Air Force. At 33, I’m probably one of the youngest Master Sergeants in the Air Force, and had one of the most interesting experiences during basic training, at least for me. At the time, I’d only had one steady girlfriend, for whom I left upon departing for boot camp. This particular experience was about fifteen years ago, but is as fresh in my mind as the blowjob I received last night from my wife.

It was about 4:45 in the morning, and everyone had scrambled out of their beds and stumbled downstairs at the sound of Reveille blasting over the P.A. speaker. It was another clear, but humid morning on Lackland Air Force Base. The sound of TIs (training instructors) could be heard in the distance, already marching their formations to that familiar cadence…..”HUT, two, three, four…..HUT, two three, four…..”

Disorganized and still half asleep, our little gaggle of recruited airmen fell into formation. This was our fifth week in basic training. We were wearing our attire for calisthenics, but we were about to go into the chow hall for breakfast. Then she appeared. She was a bitch. She was our TI, Staff Sgt. Hatchell. Behind her back, we all called her “the hatchet.” She was a misfit and backbreaker, and had a reputation for chopping recruits off at the knees. Her methods were sometimes extreme and unorthodox. She broke the more “recruiter-friendly” rules of boot camp to instill core values, but she still managed to fly under the radar and not get found out. Her being one of the few female TIs on the base, she probably had some unspoken pull with the higher-ups.

She was average height for a woman, with a lot of attitude. She was far from a bombshell, but doable. And once you’ve been sex deprived, things start to look good. She had a pointed nose and a pale face, which stood out against her dark brown hair. Twenty-seven years old, she was bucking for her next stripe, which she failed the exam for twice already. We died laughing when we heard about that, since she was such a bitch, but at the same time, we’d joke about how she wasn’t getting any nookie and that being another reason she was so bitchy. We’d pick at each other, saying that she’d pick on us on particular occasions because she wanted to fuck us at the time. She enjoyed being in charge and taking her anger out on us.

We went in and quickly ate breakfast, then fell back into formation outside. This was going to suck, because doing PT (physical training) after breakfast was hardly ever a good thing. We’d lose our breakfast on the two mile run or damn near pass out from indigestion. Some of us would line up at the port-a-potties along the street or act like we were tying our shoes, just to give us a break from running, but all the TIs were hip to that trick. She would yell, “Airman Fuller, move your ass!” I was mildly intimidated by her, but when I or my comrades didn’t immediately comply, some very much bigger male TIs would step in and back her up. That would nearly make me piss my pants.

This particular time, I very much admired her current state. I found this to be somewhat strange, because I felt that she really wasn’t my type. Her back had a patch of sweat that trickled down to her ass, and a thinner strip continued down the crack of her shorts. Her nipples were rigid on her medium tits, like an extra pair of eyes. She never obeyed the rules for wearing standard issue underwear. She must’ve been wearing a paper thin bra and a thong in this instance. She wanted guys to get hard as they ran the two-mile. I know she caught me staring after she chewed me out for stopping at the port-a-potties. She just curled her lip in a smirk and continued her run, yelling at other recruits.

Later that day, we had a surprise inspection with the squadron commander. We had the reputation of being one of the sharpest flights in the squadron, so he wanted to see for himself. Sgt. Hatchell called us to attention, and she and the commander made their rounds. After a few minutes, they made it around to me. My uniform was crisp, and my boots were so shiny you could see the reflection of satellites floating in space. The squadron commander complimented me on my appearance, and then the hatchet added her two cents:

“Not bad. And atakent escort about this morning…..I saw you looking. While I was showering, I couldn’t help but get off on your adoration. My clit is so swollen right now.”

Was she crazy? If the commander only knew what she was whispering while he was preoccupied with inspecting the airman next to me, he’d go ballistic. This was what she thrived on. Pushing the envelope and getting so close to the brink of being reprimanded but barely scraping by. Why someone would endanger their career by playing these games is beyond me. She continued inspecting with the commander as if nothing happened, leaving me stirring inside my underwear.

The following day, we had drill practice for upcoming graduation. Sgt. Hatchell arranged for the TI of our neighboring troops upstairs to march both his and our troops to the drill field. I had no idea why she did this, because she seemed well and able to march us herself. But I was about to find out why. She had all the troops head downstairs to fall into formation.

“Fuller, you stay your ass here, we’ve got to talk,” she said. Recruits nervously glanced in our direction as they left the dorm, fearing that I might wash out. Washing out sucked. Depending on the severity of the offense you committed, you were set back a few weeks. It’s like a TI hitting the reset button to your training to a particular week. But I did nothing to warrant being washed out.

After everyone cleared the dorm, she went inside the TI’s office and partially closed the door. She was in there for what seemed like forever, although it was only about a minute.

“In here, NOW!” she commanded.

I was about to piss my pants. I had no idea what brought this on. Then she started on me…..

“You know, there’s always that airman that I keep my eye on. I keep my eye on them for a reason. Fuller, you’ve impressed me. You’re a sharp airman. You can go very far in my Air Force. You may even become an officer if that’s what you want. But to get there, you have to avoid fucking up. And the other day during our run, YOU FUCKED UP!”

I was nervous, thinking her next words would entail my being washed back. TI’s are known for playing head games. You could’ve done something right and they’ll turn it into a crime. She began crowding my space as she continued.

“Yeah, you fucked up. You wanna know how you fucked up, Fuller?”

“Y-yes ma- -“

“What happened to your reporting statement? Always begin with your reporting statement, airman!” she yelled. Of course, I knew this, but I was too nervous to remember this basic protocol that I learned the night I got there.

“Ma’am, Airman Fuller reports as ordered. Yes ma’am, how did I screw up?”

She pointed at me, pressing her index finger into my chest. “You looked at me. You fucked around and got my nipples so hard and got me so hot. I beat my clit up getting off on you!”

I thought this was ridiculous, but despite that fact, my cock was on the rise. It couldn’t be stopped, I liked that I had this effect on her, or so I thought I had that effect. Who would’ve imagined the hatchet preying on a recruit…..me?

“Turn around,” she said with authority. I nervously complied. Then it got quiet for a moment. Then suddenly, I felt a firm grab against my ass, followed by a lust-filled gasp escaping her lips. “Ahhhh, you have such a tight ass, just like I saw during your uniform fitting.”

Now this really caught me by surprise. When we got our camouflage uniforms on the second day, we had to strip completely naked. Any females of authority that were present had to turn away or leave the room until we were done. I guess she chose to just “turn away,” but still took a peak. I was becoming more unsettled in my trousers. Although she was just average and plain looking, she was becoming a hottie, and I began to imagine what was under that uniform.

I could hear her move away, so I turned around to see her beginning to unbutton her camouflage top. She was biting her lip, but it looked awkward coming from her. She was really trying to be sexy about this. Although it didn’t seem that she was doing a good job at it, it still kept me hot that she was trying. Now that I think about it, she actually seemed a little nervous. Once she was finished, she motioned for me to “come here” with her finger. I moved toward her, and she grabbed my hands and guided them, having ataköy escort me open her top and push it down her back onto the desk. I was delighted with what was underneath — a brown military t-shirt that was cut off just below her breasts. Her nipples were incredibly hard, like miniature dice that seemed to cling to the inside of the shirt. All I could do was stare at them in awe.

She leaned back, a signal to accept her offering. I moved the shirt over her left breast. The shirt seemed to rip away from the hard nipple as if they were glued together. I licked, and then sucked on the hard, wrinkled nipple. It was delicious. I couldn’t believe how sweet it was. Strawberry flavored. Now I know why she was in the office by herself before calling me in. She rubbed a strawberry glaze on her nipples. At this discovery, I lapped at the nipple, then the other, while she gasped in relief. She must have been waiting quite some time for me to calm the burning in her tits. Finally, she wasn’t so “hardcore,” she seemed more feminine for a change.

Then she moved me aside and got up to take down her trousers. She turned around, facing away from me. Then she squirmed her ass out of it, revealing two pale white, but nicely curved set of cheeks, wearing a camouflage thong. She struggled to get out of the trousers, still wearing her combat boots. Then, continuing to try and be seductive, bent over, wiggled her butt, and then smacked one of her own cheeks.

“A little beyond ‘standard issue,’ don’t you think?” she asked, trying to soften her voice, which was raspy from constantly yelling at recruits. “Not too bad if I say so myself.” It was over. I wanted her. I was enthralled in the site of her ass cheek turning red, and the aching of my dick was nearly making me angry.

I fumbled to remove my boots and trousers, my Air Force issued Fruit of the Looms still on. I walked over, camouflage top still on, and cupped her crotch with my hand. She returned the favor, and upon feeling my hardness, exclaimed, “Holy shit! Is that all you?” I gave her no answer, I only moved her thong to the side, and admired her engorged clit. It was a pretty sizeable clit, contained within the smaller folds of her labia. I licked at the nub, and then plunged my tongue into her sweet spot, discovering yet another surprise, a chocolaty surprise. She stuffed a couple of Hershey’s miniatures into her pussy, which was now a hot, thick liquid, seeping out onto my mouth and chin.

I couldn’t believe this woman. She came prepared. If she wanted to make me want her, she did a hell of a job. She literally tasted delicious. I began assaulting her pussy with my tongue, trying to drain the confectionary gooeyness. I was beginning to lose myself for a moment, until she stopped me and stood me up, at which point I finally pulled off my tighty whities. To my relief and her astonishment, my cock sprung itself loose. I hadn’t been that hard since I’d discovered masturbation at 13.

She wrapped her hand around the shaft near the head of my pulsating rod, barely getting it all the way around. She leaned forward and licked the precum that was now oozing out of it. Then her hot mouth enveloped my cock, relieving yet further agonizing me with oral stimulation. I could swear she’d done this before. She was doing it superbly, with plenty of tongue flicking and a little bit of teething against my sensitive head. I loved the slightly stinging sensations along with a blowjob. Her novice oral skills then began to show themselves when she went for the deep throat. She tried three times, going too fast, and choked herself. It still felt good as hell, briefly fucking the back of her throat. Now that my cock was screaming to get off, I pulled her to the edge of the table, widening her legs. She looked into my eyes.

“Be gentle,” she said in her rough, but trying to be feminine voice. ‘What?’ I thought. Those are the famous words of the “big ‘V’.” Surely, with Sgt. Hatchell’s reputation and age, she’d have several dicks under her belt by now. I didn’t want to believe that she, of all people, was pure.

“Don’t question me, airman!” she admonished, noticing the bewildered expression on my face. “Yes, this is my first time, and I’m sure even at your age you’ve had your share. Do me the same way you’d do them, understand?” I’d only had one girl, but I was still up to the challenge.

“Yes ma’am,” I said eagerly. The thought of having this pale-skinned, atalar escort 27 year old tomboyish virgin on the other end of my six and three-quarter inches had me visibly throbbing. My dick bobbed up and down, as even more blood rushed to the head, turning it maroon, and giving it a subtle burn from being overstretched.

She watched as I was beginning to take her cherry, her mouth opening, bracing for penetration. My head made it in, and her vaginal entrance immediately clamped down on it. I pushed forward some more, then some more. Her pussy’s resistance only made my cock harder. Then, with one solid push, I drilled myself the rest of the way in.

“Ahhhhhh fuck!” she shouted, her hymen now broken. Scared that I might have hurt her, I pulled out. She looked at me, frustrated.

“Airman, what the hell are you doing?” she asked. “I arranged for us to be here to fuck. Now take that insane cock and fuck!” She didn’t have to ask me twice. And now, this was a good opportunity to get a little revenge for all the verbal bitch slaps she’d given to me and my comrades over the last few weeks.

“Yes, sergeant,” I replied. I slid myself back into her and immediately established a flowing rhythm. She threw her head back, already getting over the pain of being popped.

She began to babble, “Oh shit…..fuck. I can’t believe I waited this long….cock’s so good!” I wasn’t that experienced, but enough to know that when I started to feel her inner walls close in on my girth that she was already about to cum. She grabbed my arms, which were planted on both sides of her, and began pulling herself into me, her ass streaking against the desk. “Oh, oh, oh, it’s happening! It’s happening!” she yelled. Her areolas became incredibly goose bumped, as her first powerful intercourse orgasm shook her. She was literally shaking.

“Oh my god Airman Fuller, what are you doing to me?” she said euphorically. Dazed and out of breath, she tried to compose herself. “Let up on me airman!” she demanded as she was coming to. Not a chance. She made this bed, now she had to lie in it. I kept fucking her. Shortly after, her protests were fading, as the stimulation of my continued onslaught of her pussy began to quell them. She was coming around, and wanting me to continue feeding myself into her. “Fill me up, Fuller,” said the sergeant, clinching her teeth. It took no time at all before I felt that pleasurable clinch onto my dick again, followed by, “Oh, oh, oh goddddd! You’re doing it again!” The pleasure from this climax must have been excruciating, as she was feverishly moving about on the desk, as if to try and flee. This second climax weakened her, and she didn’t bother trying to make me stop.

I was ready to bust my load, but I wanted to leave my mark making her cum a third time, so I began plunging my dick into her. I toyed with her a time or two, pulling all the way out, then throwing it back in, making her arch her back in pleasure with her beautiful nips poking out at me. Like clockwork, her inexperienced pussy was about to let go once again, as was I. Her breathing was rapid, her moaning, broken. I was beginning to think about other encounters we could have before I left the base after graduating, and all the different positions I could fuck her in. I suddenly wanted to be the one that showed her these things. With that thought, I was on the verge of cumming.

Her formerly pure pussy knew that she was feeling something different as my cock grew and was ready to spurt, at which point she began grunting, her eyes closing tightly and her nipples once again becoming harder and goose bumped as her convulsing waves were about to consume her again. I held out while she jerked around, letting it take over her. I immediately pulled out of her drenched pussy and sprayed stream upon powerful stream of cum all over her, some of it hitting her neck and lower face. She sat up and observed the mess we made….cum, her juices, and traces of chocolate running off the side of the desk. She coyly looked at me, while seemingly trying to “sneak” a taste of my cum, fingering some from her chin to her mouth.

“Not bad,” she said, winking her eye. “We have to clean this shit up before everyone gets back. Oh…..and there’s a few more things I want you to show me before you graduate.” That was music to my ears. We then began tidying things up. I thoroughly enjoyed the last several days in basic training. It was as if I became the TI, and Sgt. Hatchell was my personal recruit. I’m not really sure what happened to Sgt. Hatchell, maybe she retired. But I know one thing, as awkward as it may have seemed, she was the sweetest fuck I’ve ever had. Not to take anything away from my wife, though, but what a way to break in a new recruit.

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“I have something I think you’d like.”

“What’s that?” I asked, my voice taking on a sexy tone I hadn’t intended.

“I can show you after work if you like,” Raymond smiled warmly at me. It appeared to be an innocent conversation. Our coworkers probably had no idea that his invite to show me something after work was sexually charged. They knew Raymond as a faithfully married man and he was. Well, he almost was. He had been flirting with me incessantly since I had started working there.

“Okay, sounds good!” I tried my best not to wink at him or to show my feelings. I knew how important it was that he maintain his image as a good husband and father. I didn’t want to make his life hard. I just wanted to fuck him so much. I needed his older, married dick more than I needed most things in life. His smile haunted me after work and into my dreams. I fucked myself to his image in my mind. I pictured him pumping his cock in and out of my pussy.

“You’re better than my wife,” he always told me in my fantasies. That made me cum on most nights.

“Great. I’ll come by your desk around five then.” He looked so eager.

“Okay, great.” I smiled warmly and I knew that I couldn’t hold back some of the flirtation that had built up inside of me. His hand touched my arm slightly and I could feel the chills run up and down my spine. Just his touch drove me mad. How would I handle it if we fucked? I knew it was wrong. He was married. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.

I headed back to my desk and tried to get through my work, which was difficult. I looked over at Raymond often and smiled to myself. He was my dirty, little secret and I was his. We hadn’t had sex yet but all the signs were there. He had told another coworker that he would totally fuck me and that information had been passed on to me. I played with that information in my mind as I thought about him taking control of me. I couldn’t wait for work to be over so he could show me whatever he was going to show me. I hoped it was his dick.

I was counting the minutes until it was time to go. I was getting nervous when 5 o’clock came and went. I looked over to where Raymond usually worked and he wasn’t there. Had he left without me? I started to panic. I checked my phone to see if he had texted me anything. There was nothing. The time crept by and I pretended I was still working as I waited for Raymond to show. What if he didn’t show up? Just when I was about to give up I heard his voice.

“Here there, beautiful. Sorry, I’m late. I had an issue I needed to deal with. Are you still up for checking this out with me?”

“What exactly are we checking out?”

“It’s a bit of a surprise and I’m going to have to ask you to trust me.”

“Trust you?”

“Yeah. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I felt a warm flush settle over my body. I wanted to fuck him so badly. I wondered if everyone could tell as he waited for me to gather my purse and my phone before we walked side by side to the door.

“Bye Natasha!” Raymond called to the girl who worked the front desk.

“Bye!” she called back and I noticed tandoğan escort the slight flirtation in her voice. Was I really getting jealous over a man I wasn’t even fucking? He was married! What was I even doing?

“Come on,” Raymond gestured to me. “I want to show you my truck. It’s the kind of truck that girls your age really like.”

“What do you mean by that?” I giggled.

“It’s lifted. You like to go off-roading?”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Maybe I misjudged you. I thought you liked a rough, bumpy ride.” Now I could see that he was flirting as he led me to the passenger side of his truck and opened the door for me like a gentleman. He helped me up into the truck, grabbing my ass and pushing it upward toward the seat.

“This is high!” I said nothing about his hand on my ass but I could feel the touch radiate through my body until it reached the core of my being. I felt weak and I didn’t know if I could hold out much longer. I wanted to give in to him. I wanted him to fuck me so badly and I knew that it was going to happen if I just let it. At least I hoped that it would happen. He ran around to the driver’s side and hopped up into the cab.

“You ready to go for a ride?”

“What kind of ride?”

“A hard, dirty one. I know you like that.”

“Do you now?”

“I see how you’ve been looking at me. Come here for a second.” He pulled me to him and he kissed me, his married lips on mine. I let it happen, allowing him to kiss me fully. His hands wandered over my body a bit but he pulled away. “Let’s go somewhere more private. I don’t think the office parking lot is the best idea.”

“Yeah,” I said stupidly, still dumbfounded from his kiss. I couldn’t believe that he had been so cavalier to kiss me in the parking lot of our office. I couldn’t believe I was in his truck with him and about to go find a spot to go fuck. This was everything I had wanted and yet I felt so horrible about it. I knew that he was married. I was about to mess with another woman’s husband. I knew I shouldn’t do it but I wanted it so much. I wanted to feel Raymond pumping his cock inside of me. He turned up the radio and drove to a secluded field. I wondered if he’d driven to this same field before with other girls. I didn’t really want to know.

“Here looks good,” he laughed nervously.

“So um, was this all you wanted to show me?”

“No, not at all. I was hoping to show you this.” He leaned in and kissed me again, this time working his hand up my skirt and into my panties. He expertly fingered me, working my pussy the way only a married man who is desperate for some alternate pussy can. He was hungry for me and so he parted my legs and pulled my panties down, untangling them from my heels before he buried his face into me.

“Wow! I love it!” I exclaimed and I wasn’t lying. He did things with his tongue that made my clit dance. I could feel his lust for me and it was so palpable I could almost grab it. I screamed loudly, my entire body shaking with pleasure for him as he ate me out. I hadn’t ever been with such tunalı escort an experienced man before and I was starting to wonder what had taken me so long to try an older man. He had a finger in my pussy and he was working it against my G-spot. I screamed as his tongue massaged my clit in ways that drove me crazy. I was pushing him away with my hands because it was too much but he wouldn’t let me! He just kept pushing back and making me cum harder! I squealed until he finally stopped, out of breath and panting.

“That’s part of what I wanted to show you. What do you think so far?”

“I think I want to see more!” I giggled.

“You’re so beautiful when you laugh,” he complimented me and I wanted to fall in love with him after what he had just done to me with his tongue. I knew I couldn’t. He was married. I felt instantly guilty.

“You’re married,” I said stupidly. I don’t know why I said it. It just came out.

“I am.”

“Don’t you feel bad about what you just did.”

“Not really. I don’t feel bad about this either.” He pulled his cock out of his pants. “Why don’t you come here and suck it for me, baby.” He gestured to me to come closer and I hesitated for a fraction of a second before I made my decision and moved to him. I wrapped my mouth around his thick cock and I tried my best to suck it all the way down my throat. “Is it too big for your mouth?”

I nodded, still trying to get it down.

“It’s okay, baby. Just do your best. Put your hand on my balls.” He coached me through the blowjob, giving me orders and watching me try to carry them out. “You’re doing so good. You’re such a sexy woman. So much hotter than my wife.”

I blushed, looking up at him with greed. I needed him to fuck me and I needed it badly. I pulled my mouth from his cock and was shocked at how sexy my voice sounded. “I need you to fuck me now.”

“I’ve got you covered, baby. Take off the rest of these clothes. You don’t need them, baby.” I shed my clothes and he sat me down on the bench seat of his truck. He licked my pussy a little bit to make sure it was nice and wet. It was. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Sure, he was married but he was mine for right now and so I took his cock in my pussy. I let him in. He went slowly at first, moving in and out with long, languid strokes.

“Harder!” I begged him.

“Really?”

“Yes, and faster! I like it rough!”

“I knew you were the right girl for me!” he cried. He did what I asked, fucking me harder and faster than I was used to. I loved how it felt, the way he gripped my shoulders and pushed me down onto his cock fully. I screamed as I let go, my first orgasm on his cock gripping me tightly. “I love how you can take it rough. Not like my wife. Plus, you’re so young and beautiful. It’s no wonder I can’t resist fucking this pussy!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed and I knew I was in trouble by the way the orgasms kept coming. He flipped me onto my hands and knees and fucked me from behind, his thrusts getting rougher and rougher as they sunk into my young flesh. He türbanlı escort was now grunting and pulling my hair back with a force that made me wonder when he was going to stop. It was starting to hurt and the roughness was getting to the point where I didn’t know if I could take it anymore.

“I’m so glad I have this pussy to fuck now. You’re going to let me keep fucking you, aren’t you? Huh?”

“I don’t know…”

“Wrong answer!” He fucked me even harder and I could hear the sound of his dick pounding my flesh, the slapping of skin on skin filling the truck cab. “I’m going to ask you again. You’re going to let me keep fucking you, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes! You can fuck me again!”

“I can fuck you whenever I want too. At the office in the break room. In the supply closet. On lunch break in the restaurant bathroom. Tell me I can fuck you whenever I want!”

“You can fuck me whenever you want!” I screamed and as soon as I finished saying those words, I began to cum. Hard. My screams filled the truck and I could feel him pumping his dick in and out of me at a record pace. I braced myself as I felt his cock swelling inside of me. I knew he was going to cum even before he did. We hadn’t used a condom and I knew he was filling my pussy with his cum. I would have said something but he was moaning and grunting so loudly he wouldn’t have heard me anyway.

Then it was over.

We were silent as we gathered our clothes and put them back on. We said nothing as he handed me a box of tissue and I took a bunch and wadded them up between my legs to mop up the mess he’d made in my pussy. I tried not to think about the fact that he was married but it was all I could think about. I felt so guilty and yet I felt so satisfied. It was like him being married had made me cum harder.

“I’ll drive you back to your car,” Raymond said softly. “Look, I’m sure this goes without saying but let’s keep this between us. Please don’t tell anyone else at the office.”

“Okay, sure.”

“And you can’t tell my wife or my kids. It would ruin our family. Please promise me.”

“I promise.”

It was dark as he stopped next to my small sedan in the parking lot of our office. All the cars were gone now and I wondered if anyone had seen us drive away together in his truck. I looked at Raymond as I opened the door, willing him to say something.

“Thanks for the pussy,” he smiled. That wasn’t quite what I had been expecting or wanting.

“You’re welcome,” I said stupidly. I jumped down out of the lifted truck and landed awkwardly in my heels. “Bye!”

“Bye! I’ll see you tomorrow. Remember what you promised!”

“Bye!” I called again as I walked to my car and unlocked it. By the time I made it home, I felt terrible about what I had done. I felt so bad that I got out my vibrator and relived the whole thing in my mind one more time. I came hard, the guilt working against the fantasy in just the right way. I wasn’t sure why it turned me on so much to be the other woman. All I knew was that it did and I was going to fuck myself until I couldn’t cum anymore and hope that Raymond would fuck me again at work the next day. I hoped he fucked me even harder next time just because I knew it was something his wife wouldn’t let him do. I wanted to be special. I wanted to be indispensable to him. I wanted to edge out his stupid wife and claim his dick as my own.

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After my car accident a few weeks ago, my lower back has been killing me. While at a red light, a car slammed into the back of me totaling my car and leaving me sore. I was able to get a new car, but there’s no replacement for a new back lol. One of my friends recommended me to go to her chiropractor so they’ll take care of my back problems. She said she goes monthly and she loves it. I guess it’s worth the try.

Today is Monday, so I scheduled a meeting with the chiropractor this Friday at 1pm. I filled out the questionnaire about my body measurements and age. I’m a 5’6, 25 year old with a B cup and size 6 in waist.

Friday morning…

As always, I don’t know what to wear. On the website, I noticed customers wearing comfortable wear or workout attire. As I’m looking in my closet, I pick out my black yoga pants and a black sports bra. From my dresser, I picked out a black thong. I love looking cute and matching. While walking out, I instantly feel the wind blow across my face. It instantly made my nipples hard. I decide to grab my white Nike windy breaker and wear my white Nike Air Max sneakers. I love how cute my outfit look on me. Time to head to my appointment!

After I checked in, the receptionist told me to wait in the waiting area for Dr. Tatum to arrive. 5 mins later, a tall, chocolate, handsome man walked in with a clipboard. I am in awe by how good he looked and how great of shape he was in. He calls my name and I follow dikmen escort him down the hall until we reach our room. He tells me to sit down on the adjustment table. We go over the basics on why I’m here and where my pain is. After the intro, he tells me to take off my jacket so we can get started. He approaches me from behind and start rubbing my shoulders to feel for any tension. My goodness, he smells so good. As he’s massaging my shoulders, he starts to rub on my neck to feel for any tightness. I know one things for sure, he was turning me on. This man is gorgeous. We work out some of the kinks in my neck and shoulders then tells me to lay down face down.

I am wearing a black thong underneath so it won’t show through as much. However, I know he could see them soon as he said ‘Damn’ as I was arching my body down. He starts to feel my body, each motion feeling good against my body. Those hands are working wonders on my back. I feel him going lower and lower… I’m hoping he touches me even further. I proceed to tell him the upper part of my booty hurts too but he pauses before he starts going lower. I can feel him rubbing it deep. He raises my right leg up as if I was stepping on a tall step. He places pressure on my lower body to make an adjustment.

It wasn’t the only thing I was feeling… I could feel his bulge grinding against my butt as he make each adjustment. My back was feeling better, but my pussy was feeling wetter too. emek escort He told me to switch legs, so as he does the same movement, I start to grind my butt against his body. After each adjustment, I pressed harder against him. I hear him let out a soft moan. Dr. Tatum tells me to lay on my back while he goes to the ahead of the table. Looking up, I can see his bulge poking through his pants above my head. Fuck, I want to suck his dick so bad. As he reaches over me to align my body, I kiss the tip of his dick. He looks down at me and wink. I start to rub his bulge through his pants, it’s getting bigger and bigger.

Me: “Dr. Tatum, please fuck me..”

He undoes his belt buckle to lower his pants. Once it popped out, my mouth dropped open in shock by how big it was. It has to be over 8″ big. Lawd, this man has a beautiful dick. I slid his tip inside of my mouth. He starts to slide deeper into my throat…I can only imagine how he’s going to fill my pussy up. As I’m still sucking his dick, he rubs my nipples, pulling up my sports bra. I’m deepthroating him much as possible. I can feel his dick twitch as my tongue guides over his shaft.

My pussy is begging to be played with. He gets on the table and slids my pants and underwear off. He spreads my legs open to start kissing my inner thighs. I can feel him massaging my legs while working his way to my clit, slowly teasing me during each touch. He kisses my thighs one more time before eryaman escort he kisses my clit. He teases my entrance, sliding two of his fingers against my pussy. He tells me to suck his two fingers before sliding them in me. He pulls them from my mouth, sliding one inside of me then the second one after I accommodated the first. I can feel him slowly fingering me in a come here motion. I closes my thighs around his head as I feel the pleasure intensifying. He proceeds to finger me faster while he sucking on my clit. I can hear how wet i am getting. I place one hand on the back of his head as I start to orgasm. My body rocking against his tongue as he continues to lick.

He slides up on the table to get on top of me and kisses me on my mouth. His dick sliding against my entrance as we kiss. I take my hand and rub his tip against my lips, teasing my pussy. He bends over to kiss me again as i guide him inside of me. I gasp by how much he is filling me up. I kiss him harder once he is fully inside of me. His initial strokes are slow and passionate then he slowly picks up his pace, each stroke going deeper and filling me up. I tell him to go faster baby, he picks up his speed. I look down as he is fucking me. He looks so hot as he’s going balls deep. He puts my legs on his shoulders and continue to fuck me. I can feel myself getting closer to orgasm and as I’m reaching orgasm, I let out a deep moan. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm, my body shaking from pleasure.

I looked at the clock, noticing our session was coming to an end. Dr. Tatum kisses me passionately as I feel his dick throb inside of me. He let out a soft moan as I feel his cum flow inside of me. The warmth brings me joy as he fills me up. Our heart rates slow down as we hold eachother. I kiss him again knowing I cannot wait for my next session.

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Her legs and stomach twitched a few more times in the final throes of her dildo-induced orgasm as she lay on the small blanket at the end of the trail. Then her body relaxed, and she smiled softly as she drifted for a few moments in a post-orgasm haze, tickled by the warm breeze.

He slowly scanned the camera up and down her body a few times as she lay there, lingering over his favorite spots, her nipples, the stretch-marked texture of her tight stomach, the lushness of her pussy lips, particularly with the thick black dildo hanging out of them, on down the length of her well-toned legs and evenly shaped toes. He turned off the camera and just watched her lie there. He was looking at her face when she opened her eyes, and they smiled at each other. After a moment, she lifted the dildo from between her legs and started looking around the blanket.

“Here,” he said, reaching for the bag that was slightly out of her reach. Then he offered his hand to help her sit up. She put the dildo and the vibrator back in the bag, while he went over and picked up the thong she had tossed aside. Once she had put that back on and pulled her halter top back onto her shoulders, he helped her up.

“I’ll film you part of the way back to the van,” he said as he folded up her blanket and stuck it and the bag into his backpack. Then he followed her down the path. About halfway back to the van, he turned the camera back on and filmed her fat little ass twitching along, always one of his favorite shots.

When they got to the van, she turned sideways and gave the camera a thumbs-up. He got the final shot, turned off the camera, and put it into the trunk. Meanwhile, she opened the rear door and started to reach for her clothes. Just as she did so, though, he came up behind her and reached his arms under hers and wrapped himself around her.

His hands engulfed her tiny tits, one of them sliding up under the halter top and squeezing the bare handful and stiff nipple. She gasped as he bent down and kissed the side of her neck. He nibbled his way up her neck until he reached her ear lobe and sucked on it. His other hand had slid down and was pushing her thong off her ass.

“Somebody might come,” she gasped as his fingers brushed her pussy lips, already damp and swollen from the dildo during her video.

“Mmmm, I hope so,” he mumbled in her ear, which he was rolling between his lips.

She felt his cock pressing against her from inside his shorts. Even as she made the video, she saw that he had gone commando and every now and then, his cock surged in response to her actions. She reached back and slid her hands under the waistband of his shorts, just as he pushed her thong all the way down.

Soon they were both bottomless, and he bent her over the back seat and guided his firm, thick cock into her throbbing wet pussy. She moaned as his girth entered into her, filling her cunt with his own pulsing desire. He loved to watch her thick pussy lips grip his cock as he slid in and out of her, both of them moaning and gasping in their excitement.

He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it away, then did the same with her halter top. Both of them naked, he suddenly pulled out of her, flipped her over on the back seat, and slid his rock-hard cock back into her. She yelled out in response, then, without skipping a beat, he bent down, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her up and out of the car, stepping away with her riding on his cock, wrapping her arms and legs around him. “Fuck me,” she yelled, “Just fuck me, you magnificent beast.”

If anybody else had been in the parking area, they would have heard her, but they were alone. He took a few steps to a soft, grassy area and knelt down so that he could lie on his back and let her get on top. “Come on, bitch, ride me while I fuck your brains out.”

She loved being on top, and he loved squeezing her tiny tits and tight stomach as she rode him hard. They were both lost in their own little world, fucking and gasping and completely oblivious to their surroundings.

He fucked up into her as she rode down his cock, and she squeezed her cunt around him as she rode up. He was mamak escort growling as the intensity of sensations rose throughout his body, and her gasps turned to moans, getting louder and more guttural, as their mutual thrusting got harder and more rhythmic.

She felt him quivering and tightening his thrusts into her, and she lay down onto him and squeezed her cunt even harder around his cock, its throbbing building inside her. Then his hips lifted up, pushing his cock the last few centimeters into her sopping wet cunt. He grabbed her ass cheeks in each hand, and suddenly began erupting and thrusting into her, the waves of cum hitting her cunt wall with unexpected force.

She yelled in response. It was so often like this when he fucked her after filming a scene for her fans. They were both so turned on, even after she had cum, sometimes more than once, and their hunger for each other was heightened. She buried her face in his neck as she came in response to his orgasm, sucking hard on his collarbone.

Her cunt twitched against his cock as his thrusts subsided, and they soon were left as a weak sweaty mess, lying together, clutching each other, their sweat mingling, their bodies merging into that delightful post-orgasmic haze, where they drifted in a cloud without time.

She may have heard tires crunching on the gravel across the way, but at this point she did not care. She was where she most loved to be, with her man’s cock still inside her as it slowly softened. She felt his cum, mingled with her juices, seeping out of her cunt onto his cock and legs, and even hers.

Slowly, she came back to consciousness and became aware of the combination of sun and breeze on her body. She heard traffic in the distance, but nothing in the area where they were parked.

She straightened one leg, then the other, and slid her body to one side of his. He wrapped his arm around her back to hold her close. After lying together for a few minutes, he began running his hand along her back.

“This was the same guy, right, who sent the window strip dare,” he asked quietly, “and that series of submissive training scenarios?”

“Mmmm,” she nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Does he know what his ideas do to us? What he sets off?”

She giggled. “He once asked me if you fucked my brains out after filming me in any of these videos. I said yes.”

He kept stroking her back and enjoying the feel of her nakedness resting on his own. After a few minutes, he asked, “You really like him, don’t you? He’s special.”

She reached one arm across his chest and leaned closer to him. “He knows how to push my buttons, and yes, I like his ideas and what he does to me.”

They lay there in silence for a few more minutes. He was aware that he had just tested the boundaries that had kept their relationship so strong. He loved to support her dares and exhibitionism and often recorded and photographed some of the scenarios that fans paid for. Of course, he had the extra bonus of sometimes following those sessions with some of the most intense sex they had ever had in their marriage.

He also loved helping her explore some of the new avenues that came to mind, such as serving as her dom when she wanted to experiment with being a submissive. What held all of this together, he realized, was the trust they had in each other and their respect for each other’s boundaries. So often he wanted to know what she was doing when she was on her own and chatting with her fans, yet he knew that too much intrusion would throw off the delicate balance. For her part, she knew that it was important to let him into her private world from time to time, so they could share the joys and the mysteries.

She nibbled at his neck a bit more, then said, “We should probably get going soon. It’ll be time to let the babysitter go home.”

As she shifted to start to sit up, he said, “Clean my cock.” She smiled and slid down his body, kissing the sweaty, cool skin, till she got to his cock, still wet from their combined fluids. She took the softening mass into her mouth and licked and sucked it ofise gelen escort clean, including a few dried flecks of cum. Once she had cleaned his shaft, she moved to the skin around the base and, of course, his succulent balls and the baggy skin around them.

As she did so, she heard some tires crunching on the gravel in the distance. She started to get up, and he put his hand on her head. “It’s all right, they’re over on the far side. You stay here, and I’ll get some clothes on.” She rolled over to let him up and stay curled up on the ground as he picked up his shorts and t-shirt. She watched him pick up her clothes as well, but he tossed them into the car before coming back to her. “You’re going to ride home like this,” he said, his voice assuming the authority of her dom. “It’s my turn to play, my little bitch. I’ll put a towel on the seat so you don’t leak onto the upholstery. Get up. Like you said, it’s time to get going.”

Her eyes grew wide and she grew pale at his instructions. Once she had started playing as a submissive, he had developed a different tone as her dom, and she knew there was no point in arguing. She obediently rolled over and stood up with one arm across her tits and the other reaching down to cover her pussy. “Arms to your side,” he barked, surely loud enough for the people at the other car to hear. “Go on, walk to the car.” Trembling with both the fear and excitement of being discovered, she walked to the car. Fortunately, the people in the other vehicle were far away and seemed to be concentrating on getting stuff out of their own car.

When she got to the car door, he made her wait, totally exposed, for him to open the door before she could get in. “Put your feet on the dashboard and keep your arms by your side,” he told her as she attached her seatbelt. When she was settled, he kissed her long and lovingly, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth. He squeezed each little tit in turn, rolling each nipple, then slid his hand down to her pussy. After playing with her thick pussy lips, he slid two fingers inside here, arousing her yet again and getting her loose and wet. When he was satisfied, he pulled an egg-shaped vibrator out of his pocket and slid it into her wet cavity. He then pulled out the remote control and tested it a few times, making her jump and gasp.

When he got into the driver’s seat, he stuck their GoPro onto the dashboard, aimed right at the middle of her legs. Her breathing became very shallow as she realized that she was on complete view. “I figure you can use some of this for your site,È he said with a smile, “another driving dare you were challenged to do.”

He chuckled as he handed her the sunglasses she usually wore. “Here, put these on. We can preserve your anonymity, even when you’re totally naked, on the road and on camera.’ He started the engine. “There shouldn’t be much traffic. And your braids will shield your nipples.”

“They won’t stay on,” she said somewhat hysterically. “Will I be able to get dressed before we get home?”

“Your clothes are there on the floor, and you can dress when we’re a block away.”

As they drove past the other car on their way out of the parking lot, he opened his window, slowed down, and waved to them. “Have a good walk,” he called out. Then he pushed the remote to the vibrator, and she gasped and twisted, no doubt drawing attention to herself as they passed.

Out on the road, there was not much traffic. Every time they did pass somebody, though, he set off the vibrator and got her twitching. He also lowered her window, so that she could be more easily seen and heard when he caught her by surprise.

“We’re getting close, can I get dressed now?” A note of panic crept into her voice when they were a couple blocks away from home. He was silent for a while until she asked again. “Sure, go ahead,” he said. As she bent down to get the clothes off the floor, he held the button of the remote down, unleashing a continuous vibration that set her twitching and moaning as they got closer and closer to the house. It made it harder for her to pull on the shorts and then the otele gelen escort shirt, and she was still twitching and moaning when he pulled into the driveway and released the button.

The children were in the front yard with the babysitter, who had the youngest in a stroller. The other two waited till the car was stopped, and she had opened the door. Then they ran forward, yelling, “Mommy! Daddy!” Her pussy was still throbbing as she knelt down and gave them both a hug. As they ran to their father, he had a big smile on his face, intended for them, she was sure, but also satisfied at what he had put her through.

After dinner and getting the kids to bed, she spent a couple hours editing videos and photos, and sending two completed assignments off to the requesting fans. Around ten o’clock, she went out to the living room and joined her husband on the couch, where they enjoyed the weight and comfort of each other’s body. He slid his arm through hers. “Were you editing today’s video?”

She snuggled next to him. “I had a few other things to get out, so I may not get to that for a day or two.”

They sat there for another hour, talking, watching TV, and just sitting quietly in the warmth of each other’s company. Around eleven, they moved into the bedroom and got ready for bed. From early on in their marriage, he knew that she was more of a night owl than he was and often stayed awake longer. Yet every night, they got in bed together and held each other, sometimes made love, until he fell asleep.

This night, he was lying on the bed, spread-eagled naked, when she came out of the bathroom. She smiled and lay down next to him, rubbing her hand gently over his firm, fuzzy chest and smooth stomach. He put his arm on her shoulder, stroking the smooth skin. She leaned down and kissed him deeply and longingly. Her hand reached down to his semi-hard cock and began rolling it in her hand, slowly encouraging him to hardness.

He reached up and began running his hands over her small tits, then down to caress the texture of her stomach, and finally sliding into her panties to stroke her pussy lips. Their kisses probed more deeply into each other, increasing their arousal as they pressed closer and closer. He began rolling onto her as he slid her panties off of her fat little ass and positioned himself between her legs. She kept his now hard cock aimed at her thick, wet pussy lips and guided him straight into her cunt opening, where he slid in with no resistance. He centered himself over her, and she lifted her legs to give him deeper access. In practiced rhythm, they moved slowly and lovingly with each other, not the pounding fucking they had had in the park, but a slow, generous connection that spread gentle arousal through their entire beings.

She locked her legs around him as his pace quickened and she felt him building up toward cumming. She held him tight as he thrust deeply into her and filled her cunt with his cum. She felt waves of passion spread over her as he emptied himself into her and slowly let his weight rest on her as he finished twitching with a last few spurts. She let herself drift into a quiet sleep as she heard his breathing turn more rhythmic as he fell asleep, his softening cock slowly easing out of her wet cunt.

When she awoke some time later, he had rolled onto his side. She lightly touched his shoulder, outlined in the moonlight, and gave him a gentle kiss. She lay back, fully awake, as she so often was at this time of night. Even though she would soon get up and head into the other room, where she would chat with fans and maybe edit and even film some more videos, she relished these moments with this man who loved her so fiercely and supported her so strongly in these erotic endeavors, even without knowing all about them. There were times when she was on the verge of letting him more deeply into her secrets, yet she knew that could throw off this beautiful balance they had built over the years.

Finally, she realized she was getting restless. She retrieved her panties from under the bed and pulled them back on, then quietly got out and picked up her phone. It looked like a couple fans had sent messages, and she looked forward to chatting with them. As she quietly closed the bedroom door behind her, though, she hoped that daddy might show up later, with his teasing and tormenting and threats of full exposure on the web. Even after a day of so much fucking, she would love to have him lead her to one of her leg-shaking orgasms that would truly seal the day.

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After our narrow escape from the grandparents at the top of the CN Tower, we decided to get the hell out of there before they put two and two together. She was still sweaty and flushed from the orgasm she’d just had, and her whole face was glowing. It seemed like it had been a long time since she’d had that kind of stress relief, and I was glad to see the smile on her face. We ran to the truck and drove off quickly. It was still early, so we headed off to Canada’s Wonderland. It wasn’t that far away, and I was thinking of a lot of ways to use the rides and atmosphere to continue the fun we’d been having.

We pulled into the truck/bus/RV parking section of the parking lot, which was nearly empty on a Tuesday morning. As I parked, she jumped into the back and said, “I’ve got to change. There’s a water park in here, and I want to put on my bikini so we can go swimming later.”

She rummaged through her bag and dug out her swimsuit and a pair of shorts. “I’ll need some privacy.” She said to me in a serious tone of voice.

I laughed and replied, “You just flashed half of Toronto, and NOW you want some privacy? I don’t think so!”

I unclipped my seatbelt and pushed her back onto my bunk. “I’ve got to hand it to you. You really held it together up there. Now let’s see you make some noise.”

I lay down and started kissing her while running one hand up and down her legs, slowly spreading them open and starting to rub her clit. She was still wet from before, but she was already starting to respond again.

She smiled at me and said, “Noise? I’ve already made noise. Let’s see how loud YOU are.” With that, she broke away and grup escort pushed me onto my back. She straddled me briefly, and kissed me long and hard before pulling back and sliding down. She untucked my shirt and ran her hands up inside while kissing her way down to my belly button. She slowly unbuckled my belt, while teasingly kissing my balls and rubbing me through my jeans. She slowly unzipped me, eased my jeans open, and breathed lightly on my cock through my underwear. “A promise is a promise.” she said, looking directly into my eyes with an evil, evil grin on her face. With that, she slid me into her mouth and slowly started to tease me.

She licked up and down my shaft, kissing both sides and massaging my balls with one hand before pulling my foreskin back and plunging herself as far down on me as she could go.

I pulled her up to kiss me, savouring my taste in her mouth, and after a moment, I had her straddling me with my cock pressed between us. She slid up and down on me, rubbing her clit along the entire length of my cock, but I kept it from going inside. Stroking it slowly back and forth and kissing her, I pulled her shirt up over her head, leaving her completely naked. Suddenly, she pulled away from me and looked at me with a dead serious look on her face.

“Are you going to fuck me?” She asked.

“Yup.” I said with a huge grin on my face.

“Oh.” She said, and thought about it for a minute.

“With that?” She asked, pointing to my cock.

“Yup.” I said, still grinning.

“Outstanding!” With that, she slid all the way forward, slipped the tip into her and pushed all the iranlı escort way down in one slow, hard stroke, letting out a little grunt when she hit bottom.

Kissing me deeply, she started moving up and down on my cock, moving at a slow, steady pace. Any attempt I made to quicken the pace was stopped and she grinned evilly and said “Now it’s my turn to tease you.”

As she pinned both my arms above my head, and after she had made me suck both her nipples, I said, “Oh yeah? Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The grin was returned as she moved her hips in an almost painstakingly slow movement and she bent down and whispered, “Is that a challenge?”

Breaking free and pinning both her arms behind her back, while biting her right nipple hard and thrusting savagely into her, I said, “Why yes, I suppose it IS a challenge.”

Surprised, she started to laugh, but gasped and moaned loudly as I thrust inside of her. Grinning, she said in a breathless tone of voice, almost taunting, “What? That’s it?”

“That’s it? That’s it? Nah, that’s nowhere NEAR it.” I said, still grinding into her. “But I thought you were going to tease *ME*?” I leaned forward until she was on her back, ground in deep once more, and then pulled out. Still keeping both her hands underneath her & behind her back I knelt down and started to tease her clit with my tongue.

With one hand holding her hands, I worked the other one free and slowly worked a finger inside and I kept up my assault with my tongue. She responded instantly, bucking towards my face and straining forward to get my finger in deeper. I kept at it and soon she was keçiören escort right on the edge. I stopped suddenly, and looked her in the eye. “Teasing? Yeah, THAT’S it!”

Her eyes snapped open in shock and she cried out “Ooooooh! That’s…that’s” She then started struggling trying to get at least one of her hands free and she glared at me, as she moved her hips trying to get that last little bit of stimulation to push her over the edge. “You’re EVIL!”

Knowing that she was on the edge, but retreating fast, I slipped back inside her and started slowly thrusting in and out. I released her right hand, and placed it so her middle finger was resting on her clit, “At the same time, together, okay?” I said, looking into her eyes. She nodded frantically, and whimpered, “Ok, but hurry up!”

I slipped my hands around her waist, holding her hips, and quickly picked up the pace. I’d been rock hard since we started playing more than an hour ago, so I was right on the edge myself.

I pounded into her as she played with herself, taking a second here and there to grab a wildly flailing nipple in my mouth, and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Right here.” I said, pointing to my eyes. “Don’t look away. I want to see you come, HARD.” I started pounding harder and faster, feeling my balls start to tighten up and my own orgasm came closer and closer. She was fingering her clit hard and fast and whispering under her breath, “don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop” Suddenly, she grabbed me around the neck with her left hand, still fucking herself with her right, and looked deep into my eyes. “Ready?” Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now. “Ready?” “Ready….. ready….readyready ready NOW!”

She exploded around my cock, clamping down with a vicious force that almost hurt, but it set me off, and hard. Her legs were wrapped around me, and she was still thrusting at me as I pumped load after load of come deep, deep into her.

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Chapter 13 — Balance

The weekend passed swiftly after my Friday night with Mindy. I was quite concerned for her state of mind after the ordeals of the evening. Brad seemed to be in check for now and Mindy did not have to worry about anything except her own internal conflicts. I wished I could be there to help her resolve them. The confusion, the hurt and the anger she must be feeling about the way things turned out would overwhelm any normal person. I had been there. I had felt those feelings, had those questions and endured those long, excruciating moments of figuring it all out on your own. I wished desperately that I could help her get through it.

But I had other, very pressing things to deal with on this overcast Monday morning. I showered and dressed quickly, ensuring that I looked perfectly professional. I made my way downstairs and paced the floor in the dining room as I waited for Penny to come down. I heard Emma’s car pull up in front of the house and I knew that Penny did as well. She suddenly came into view as she made her way down from her bedroom.

We exited the house together and I locked the door behind us. We climbed into Emma’s car, Penny in the front and me in the back seat. Emma drove swiftly, eager to get to our destination.

“How did it go on Friday night with Mindy,” Emma asked me as she drove.

“It was an interesting evening,” I admitted. “I am worried about her.”

“Did Brad get the message,” she inquired.

“Without question,” I confirmed.

“Good, then the rest will take care of itself,” Emma asserted.

We drove on without any further conversation. I was confident that we were all thinking the same thing; we wanted this meeting to be over and the results to be clear. Emma pulled up to a set of gates built within a large stone wall at the end of a long driveway. She lowered her window and pushed the button on the speaker box next to the gates. The box buzzed and the gates slowly opened.

We proceeded up the long driveway and Emma parked in front of the large, white house. Emma shut the car off and Penny and I followed her up the stone stairs to the front door. Emma rang the bell gingerly and we waited. I noticed that it was exactly 10am and I was impressed that we were so punctual. I was a little surprised when Brad answered the door. He motioned for us to come in and we all entered the house, without any conversation. We followed Brad through the ultra modern and well decorated home. He showed us out to the back patio where a small table and 4 chairs was setup overlooking the in-ground pool.

“Wait here,” Brad indicated.

Emma nodded and we waited as Brad disappeared back into the house. We all stood, silent, waiting. We were anxious but prepared. I surveyed the well landscaped property and terrifically maintained pool area. Time ticked away slowly and I assumed Sienna was making us wait on purpose, to prove a point. It was not until 10:15 am that Sienna finally graced us with her prescreens.

“How good of you all to come,” she said as she emerged through the glass framed door that led out from the interior of the house.

There was no response from any of us as we kept our eyes on her.

“Please sit,” Sienna urged as she pulled up a seat for herself. “So, where should we begin?”

“We have some concerns about our situation,” Penny began, as we all seated ourselves at the table.

“What situation would that be, dear,” Sienna asked.

“The situation of our dueling games,” Penny stated.

“Our kızılay escort dueling games,” Sienna repeated. “Miss Emma, are you not in charge any more?”

“Times change,” Emma responded confidently.

“Well, well, that certainly changes things for me,” Sienna laughed. “I am not sure that this little girl is even worth the effort.”

“Sienna, don’t force my hand,” Emma warned. “While I may not be in charge, I am still loyal and I will do what I have to in order to protect those I care about.”

“Care about,” Sienna mimicked. “You must be joking. This game isn’t about caring, it’s about power.”

“Your game can be about whatever you want,” Emma conceded. “Our game is different.”

“How noble of you,” Sienna postured. “So, where do you propose we go from here?”

“We need to establish some rules,” I interjected.

“Oh, my dear boy, you are in no position to strap me with rules,” Sienna snapped at me.

“Then let’s call them balanced operating guidelines,” I suggested in my best professional voice, certain to show no impact from her sharp words. “It would be better for all of us to keep the games fair and separate. This way you can play your way, while we play our way and no one gets caught in the middle.”

“What specifically did you have in mind,” Sienna pushed me.

“Well, first I hope we can agree on our current rosters,” Penny offered.

“I know all your players, including your newest acquisition,” Sienna confirmed. “You know all my current players as well. I will not come after any of your players, but they are free to come to me anytime they want. Unless you have any objections, I think we are set there.”

“Fair enough,” Emma accepted. “Now, I am willing to leave things as they are as long as you behave yourself.”

“Miss Emma, we have already had this conversation,” Sienna indicated. “I don’t wish to have it again. I know the stakes and so do you. Let’s leave it at that.”

“I have had enough of the fake, pleasantry bullshit,” Penny announced firmly. “Let me be clear, if you fuck with any of the players in MY game in any way, you will answer to me. Little girl or not, I will do a number on you the likes of which you cannot possibly comprehend. Do you understand that?”

Sienna immediately stood from her chair and turned to head back into the house.

“I will run my game as I see fit,” Sienna stated as she stopped at the door. “You do the same. I will stay out of your hair as long as you stay out of mine. Now, show yourselves out.”

Sienna disappeared back into the house and the three of us sat there for a moment. We collected our thoughts and made our way back through the house to the front door. We pulled through the gates and Emma drove Penny and I home. After a ride of complete silence, Emma pulled up in front of our house and stopped the car.

“Well, that’s it,” Emma stated.

“We will make it work,” Penny reassured her. “Trust me.”

“I do trust you, sweetie,” Emma confirmed. “It was a tense meeting and you got very aggressive at the end. I respect your heart and passion for our people, but sometimes discretion is necessary. If you continue to show your temper, she will try to exploit it at some point. Now, you two take the rest of the day off. I will see you both tomorrow.”

Penny and I exited the car and headed into the house as Emma pulled away. We exchanged glances but not words as we made our way up the stairs to the main level. I continued kolej escort on to my room and changed into a t-shirt and shorts. I wanted to be comfortable. I laid on my bed, really not sure of what to do with the rest of my day. I thought a lot about our morning with Sienna.

As I was lying there, Penny made her way into my room. She did not say a word; she just curled up next to me on the bed. She too was now wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She put her head on my chest and draped her leg over mine so we very much resembled parts of each other.

“Should I have kept my mouth shut this morning,” she asked me as she traced hearts on my chest with her index finger.

“You have consistently let Sienna push you to a point of losing your cool,” I informed her. “No one else does that to you, at least no one that I’ve seen. Why does she get to you like that?”

“Remember how physical she was with you,” Penny reminded me. “And seeing those tears on Nikki’s face the other day, it just kills me to see you guys hurting and know that she is the root cause.”

“Knocking her on her ass with that right cross didn’t cure those feelings,” I inquired.

“Oh, that felt great,” Penny admitted. “But, it still feels like she has evil, crossed intentions towards all of us. I worry. My worry breads anger in me. I am not proud of that about myself, but that is the way it happens.”

As we lay there, it occurred to me that these conversations with Penny were quite similar in both tone and nature to the conversations that I had with Brooke over coffee at the table in her nook. The parallel really struck me in that moment and it reconfirmed my position of loving these two women with all I had at the same time. I thought about what Penny had said and how her worry translated to anger. She was human, forgivable and adorable. I felt, in that moment, like the luckiest man alive.

I am not sure at what point I fell asleep but I wasn’t out that long. Apparently it was long enough for Penny to think of a good way for us to spend our free afternoon. When I opened my eyes, Penny was no longer in bed with me, but there was a note on the pillow next to me. I grabbed the note and read it to myself. You give me so many things that I need. Now I am going to give you something you want.

I wasn’t quite sure what it meant exactly, but knowing Penny as I did, I knew I was going to enjoy whatever it was. I climbed out of bed and made my way to find Penny. I assumed that she would be in her bedroom but when I found it empty, I was somewhat disappointed. I wasn’t sure where she could be, but I was on the hunt.

Finding Penny did not take long at all. When I made my way downstairs, she was sitting, cross-legged on the edge of the dining room table. I looked her up and down to take in the site of her. She was completely naked except for black, thigh-high stockings and black open toe high heels. She looked fantastic and my dick responded immediately in my shorts. I stared at her and smiled widely.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hello,” I replied casually.

“It’s been so long since I have given you what you want,” she declared. “You give me so many things I need everyday without even knowing it. Now, it’s my turn.”

“I just do what I can,” I admitted. “I am glad to know our time together means so much to you.”

“It does,” she confirmed. “Now, let’s use this time together wisely. Come over here and fuck me. RIGHT NOW.”

I tore off my t-shirt maltepe escort and threw it down to the floor. I dropped my shorts and my rock hard rod stood straight in front of me as I moved towards where Penny was seated. As I approached her, she laid back on the table and spread her legs. She massaged her tits with her hands before moving one hand to her shaved twat. She used her fingers to spread her lips and invite me inside of her.

Precum began flowing from the head of my cock. I moved close to the table and pressed the tip of my tool to her opening. She was already well lubricated with her own natural juices and I pressed inside of her easily. My eyes rolled slightly back into my head because she felt so wonderful. I pressed my full length into her before withdrawing. Penny gasped slightly as I inserted myself again.

“Stop teasing me,” she begged playfully.

I positioned her legs over my shoulders and began to penetrate her faster and harder. The table began to rock as I pumped my prick in and out of her moist box. I loved this feeling, fucking her when she wanted to be fucked. I entered her again and again forcefully. My nuts tightened quickly watching Penny wriggle on the table.

“Cum on my shoes, baby,” she gasped.

I continued to insert and withdraw my pole from her sweet spot. I groaned as my climax arrived and I withdrew from her completely. Penny put her feet together and presented her shoes to me. I ejaculated all over them without regard. I shot rocket after rocket of goo onto her sexy shoes. My orgasm felt tremendous and I never wanted it to end. When I was finished, her shoes were covered in an enormous load.

Penny sat up and looked at me, seriously. She shook the cum covered shoes off of her feet and then smiled at me as they crashed to the floor.

“Now, do it again,” she instructed as she laid back on the table once again.

I stared at her curiously as she parted her lips once again and invited me back in. This invitation did not seem optional. I pressed my shaft to her opening again and slid back inside of her instantly. I exhaled as I pushed my entire length into her. Penny did not wait for me to act; she quickly slung her stocking covered legs over my shoulders and began driving her body towards mine. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to me repeatedly, spearing her pussy each time with my stiff rod. She seemed to enjoy this so I did not think of stopping. I aggressively pulled her to me again and again, much to her enjoyment and my own.

Penny wriggled beneath me with each thrust of my member into her vagina. She was breathing heavy and grinding her teeth as I continued to invade her wetness. Finally she slammed her hands down on the table and yelled loudly as her climax overtook her. She squealed slightly and then let out a long sigh as I repeatedly inserted my prick into her. She giggled somewhat when her orgasm was complete and I looked deep into her eyes.

My nuts tightened again, quickly after that. I pulled my dick out of her and she presented her stocking covered feet to me. I exploded violently all over them. The contrast of the white jizz on her black stockings caused each blast to be harder than the last. When the last drop was extracted from my pecker, I crashed into the chair next to me. Penny sat up and looked at me, seemingly more at peace than I could remember seeing her.

“I should go get cleaned up before Vivian gets home from work,” she said as she hopped off the table.

She kissed me on the cheek and turned to head for the stairs, shoes in hand. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked back to where I was still sitting.

“Sometimes, I really just can’t get enough of fucking you,” she stated before heading up the stairs.

I collected my cloths and decide to get cleaned up as well.

Sometimes, life was too good to be true.

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