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He was stalling, and he knew it. He sat in his car not wanting to get out and face the problem he’d created. They’d been friends for a long time, they’d been casually fucking even longer, but he never expected her to fall in love with him. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but he’d had to tell her he didn’t feel the same. He never should have promised her that he’d still come to this stupid party, that they’d still be able to be friends. They hadn’t spoken much in the two weeks since it happened and he felt uncomfortable with the situation. He stared up at her apartment there were people out on the balcony, and he could smell the charcoal from the grill. With a deep breath, he stepped out of his car and into the street.

When he opened the door to her place there was a crowd of people talking and laughing, everyone was having a good time. He hoped nobody knew how he’d hurt her. People smiled and were generally friendly, so he assumed nobody knew, he was starting to feel a little more comfortable, after all, these were his friends too. When he approached her best friend to ask where she was, he was finally confident enough to say hello to her, the girl rolled her eyes at him nastily and muttered “In the kitchen” before stalking away. Well, he couldn’t blame her; he’d seen the pain he’d caused in the huge hazel eyes he cared about most when he said he wasn’t in love with her. It was natural that she’d tell her closest friend, he just hoped that Ava wasn’t as mad as her friend was.

He made his way to the kitchen. He could hear her lilting laugh and a male voice speaking in soft tones. For a second he stopped not knowing if he was jealous or nervous, but something didn’t feel right. He stepped through the door of the kitchen to find her talking to her ex, a guy she knew he couldn’t stand. They both stopped and looked up when Matt came in.

“Hey Ace.” Matt said gingerly, using his nickname for her, hoping she’d notice.

“Matt.” Ava smiled. There was no trace of the heartbreak from the weeks before in her eyes. The ex said something about another beer and left the kitchen. Matt handed Ava the bottle of wine he’d been carrying. She turned away from him and he caught sight for the first time of what she was wearing. Her jeans rode low on her hips and the white tank top she was wearing was cut low in the back as well as the front. When she bent to place the wine on the lowest shelf of the fridge, he could see the well-toned muscles in her back, enhanced by the golden glow of her end of summer tan. When she turned to face him, again he found himself a little speechless.

“So…” she trailed off.

“So what?” he said defensively.

“Calm down. How are you?” Her voice was warm and smooth.

“Fine.” he stated cleanly, he could feel his pulse slowing at the sound of the warmth in her voice.

“Great, well I’ve got a ton to do right now Matt; I’ll catch up with you later.”

He was surprised. There was no hint at all that she’d even been hurt by him. She slid past him in the narrow kitchen then paused briefly right in front of him. She wrapped her arms around Escort Bayan Esenyurt his neck and her honeyed voice spoke in his ear; “I’m glad you decided to come.” The moment seemed to last a long time. Her dark hair smelled clean and her breasts were pressed against his chest. When he hugged her back he touched her warm skin, he could feel the heat rising in his body, and then she was gone. Matt was left staggering in the kitchen, not sure what to think.

Throughout the evening, he didn’t get a chance to talk to her much. He watched her though, wrestling with the feelings he couldn’t deny he was feeling. When he saw her ex hug her, then playfully slap her perfect ass he felt nothing but pure rage. Eventually he found a chair on the balcony and planted himself in it. He didn’t notice that the party had broken up until he heard her say goodbye to the last guest from inside and turn off the music. He walked back in and she was gathering plastic cups in a trash bag. She looked up when he entered the room.

“You’re the last one, you have to help clean up,” she said brightly.

They managed to clean up quickly, without much conversation. When she sank on the couch and slid off her shoes, he sat next to her. He tried not to look at her, looking at her contradicted what he had been so sure two weeks ago that he felt. Her long, slender legs were resting on the coffee table now. She pushed a lock of chocolate brown hair out of her face and smiled at him. He smiled back. There was no reason to be so worried; this was Ava, funny, smart Ava, Ava who drank milk from the carton and loved bad sci-fi.

“You had too many beers to drive home right now… You want to watch TV?”

Her voice broke through his affirmations of her safety and friendship.

“Sure” he replied.

She looked at him pointedly and he began to wonder what she wanted.

She sat up and leaned close to him. He could feel the heat off her body, smell her perfume. He could see down her shirt a little and her hair was touching his arm. She lost her balance and fell into him. He slid an arm around her to steady her body, inadvertently he felt himself pull her closer. She started at his touch.

“Moron. You’re sitting on the remote.”

She yanked it out from under him then fell back on her side of the couch. Matt couldn’t fight it any longer. As she turned on the TV and chattered about nothing good being on, on Friday nights he knew he’d made a huge mistake, but now she was acting as if everything was platonic between them.

“Matt, you’re brooding”

He just stared at her.

“What? Stop looking at me like that” her voice was sharp and a little panicked.

He took the remote out of her hands and laughingly she started to protest. When she started to attempt a rescue of her property, he took hold of her arm. He pulled her into his lap and her breath quickened. He took a second to look into her eyes and saw they were wide and filling with tears. He kissed her, not at all gently, but desperately. Her mouth opened to his and she dug her nails Escort Bayan Avcılar into his arms. She pushed him away.

“Don’t do this Matt. It’s too confusing. You’re taking advantage of how I feel,” she wouldn’t look at him directly.

He sighed a little and pulled her closer to him, since she was trying to get away. “I love you. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have lied when you told me how you felt.”

She still didn’t look at him, but she sat still. She seemed to be thinking it over. Then her fingers were grazing his arm so lightly it almost tickled. He could feel her clench her thighs together as she drew herself off his lap and repositioned her body. She straddled him so they were right at eye level. He felt himself harden as she settled in against him. He let his hands run up her thighs, past her stomach, skimming her breasts, her perfect full breasts; he wanted to rip her shirt off her but stopped himself. In the dim light of the living room, he could see her breathe. She stared into his eyes and he grabbed her ass pressing her groin close to his own. When she moaned a little, he kissed her. When she moaned harder in his mouth, he hugged her tighter against him.

Swiftly he stood, carrying her with him. Still kissing her, he walked very quickly into her bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and she pulled him down with her. Still kissing her mouth hard, sucking on her bottom lip, then her tongue he moved one leg between hers. She parted her legs for him easily, latching back onto him to grind herself against him. He put a hand under her shirt and pinched one of her already hard nipples. She was writhing against him, and he knew he didn’t want to wait longer to be inside her. He pulled her shirt off and in turn, she pulled his off. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, he was always a little astonished at how breasts as large as hers didn’t seem to need the support. When her chest met his he felt her smooth silky stomach against his, and her nipples practically scratching at his skin they were so hard. He shoved a hand between her legs and through her jeans; he could feel the warmth of her pussy.

“Stand up” he commanded pushing her off him.

He sat on the edge of the bed with her right in front of him. He cupped her tits and rubbed circles around her nipples. She undid her pants and slipped easily out of them, revealing a white lace thong. She kneeled and unfastened his belt buckle with her teeth, he’d almost forgotten her little tricks, and yanked his zipper with her long slim fingers. He raised his ass off the bed a bit to allow her to pull his pants and underwear off at the same time. His hard cock sprang towards her as she released it. She licked her lips looking in his eyes and opened her mouth. She lowered her head and he pushed her hair back so he could see. Her tongue felt like hot velvet as she pushed his cock deep into her throat. He could feel her mouth getting wetter, lubricating itself. With one hand she massaged his balls. She rose slowly off his cock sucking it strongly the whole time. Then she licked her Escort Bayan Beylikdüzü hand seductively and wrapped her palm around him. She used her hand and her mouth together to ensure that something warm and wet was gripping every inch of him for every second. Her other hand continued to work gently on his balls. She felt his body tighten with pleasure and she removed her hand from his cock and pushed his full length into her throat. He gripped her hair as he came and as she swallowed each spurt it only enhanced the experience.

He gazed at her lovingly; the pleased look on her face was adorable. But he knew she didn’t suck him off just for his pleasure. She was smart, she knew she could have him longer later that way. He laid back and she snuggled up next to him. Her skin was burning, begging to be stroked. He pushed her legs apart and ran his hands between her legs. She was wet through her panties. He pushed the white lace to one side and touched lightly around her labia. She pushed her hips forward, clearly wanting to be touched more. He slid one finger in her easily; she was wetter than he’d ever seen her. He drew the finger out and could smell her wetness and knew he needed to taste her. She was so tight it was not as easy to get two fingers in as the first as he crept down the bed so his head was level with her pussy. He breathed hot air onto her clit and didn’t move the fingers inside her. She was whimpering with need and she tried to push herself into his mouth. He let her, meeting her clit with his tongue. He sucked at it then pushed the hood back with his tongue, exposing the hard sensitive nub underneath. Using the thumb of the hand within her, he alternately licked and rubbed at the sensitive area, all the while pushing at her G-spot with his two embedded fingers. When she was clutching at the sheets, and crying out, loud enough for the neighbors to hear he ceased all contact with her body. She cried out to him, begging him not to stop.

By this time his cock had regained its’ length and hardness. When he sat up, above her, and she caught sight of it she declared she wanted him inside her. He pushed the head of his cock against the wet opening of her pussy and lowered himself on top of her. Still teasing her a bit he kissed her mouth, letting her taste how good she was. He entwined one hand in her hair at the nape of her neck as he slowly entered her. He felt the muscles inside her contract and draw him in deeper. When he filled her to the hilt, he paused looking first at her neck, glowing with sweat, then at her beautiful face. He told her he loved her then kissed her hard. He pulled himself halfway out of her then slammed gradually harder and harder back in. She pulled her legs back further so he could fuck her harder and faster. He was practically blind with desire for her as he coaxed the orgasm out of her body. She was digging her nails into his back, and he pulled the hair at the back of her neck fiercely so that her long, graceful neck arched towards him. He sucked at her neck ’til she screamed. Then as she squeezed him, hard with the contractions of her orgasm he felt his own come on. He moaned her name repeatedly in her ears as he came hard in her. She felt the semen flowing out of him into her and it only fueled her more. When they both stopped shuddering he stayed inside her. She hugged his sweaty body close to her own and whispered softly in his ear

“I love you too.”

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Claire paced the hall in agitation. At her best she had never been patient in nature but as nervous as she was now the forced wait was only irritating her more. Her nerves were rubbed raw but she was trying desperately to maintain her composure. She needed this job. Needed it in the worst way. Working at Jacks little a vaunt guard gallery these past few months had been fun, but it was doing precious little to get her foot in the right doors. Sure she was meeting truckloads of incredible artists, but they were all of the starving variety. Claire had had her fill of that and then some. She left her tiny town to escape the days of Ramen noodles and Bologna sandwiches not wallow in them even deeper. She needed the clout and the currency that came with a position in a respected auction house if she was ever going to get anywhere other then coffee shops and poetry readings. Besides which, things with Jack were starting to get messy. She liked him well enough and all things considered he was one of her better lays, but he was starting to see rings and babies where Claire still saw open spaces. It was time to move on and she knew it, but it was hard to follow through when she spent most of her free time with him at the gallery.

Claire forced herself to smile as a seemingly endless stream of impeccably clad assistants drifted in in and out of the surrounding offices. She allowed herself a fateful moment to check her reflection in the glass of a painting and knew instantly that she was dressed entirely wrong. Her fitted black slacks, heeled boots and cranberry silk shirt stood out like a sore thumb amidst the tailored suits and stiletto heels that continued to pass her by. She was to curvy. To funky. To something… feeling even more nervous then before she flopped herself into a chair only to hear the gentle sound of her name being called.

“ Mr. Edwards will see you now.” and with a flourish the secretary opened the heavy mahogany doors leading into the office.

Claire gave herself a brief pep talk, reminding herself that she had every right to be interviewing for the position and that the blonde Barbie doll of a secretary was probably there to give the old man head when he got tense so she shouldn’t be concerned by her. Her courage fortified enough to allow her to walk and she strode boldly into the office and found herself face to face with Davis Edwards. He had his eyes fixed on the monitor in front of him and glanced up briefly as she entered, waving her in with an impatient hand. Claire realized with a shock how young he was. Young and handsome. Maybe early thirties she thought. He was clean shaven with a full head of thick dark hair and slightly olive skin and he obviously worked out. Beneath the crisp linen of his shirt Claire could easily see the taut lines that defined his arms and chest. He was tall, probably around six foot two, and his voice was dark and smoky as he dealt with the person on the other end of the video conference.

Edwards glanced up long enough to give her the once over and show her what she thought were the most stunning silvery gray eyes she had ever seen. He didn’t give her much of a look but motioned to a chair for her to sit. Claire tried not to fidget as she looked him over, but there was something about him that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. There was an electricity to him, a magnetism. Claire studied the long taper of his thick fingers as he punched up information on the keyboard. The hands were smooth, and the nails manicured, nothing like the hands of the other men she had known. There were no traces of dirt or paint or clay. No calluses or patches of dry skin. She noted absently that no rings adorned the fingers and then wondered at herself for paying attention.

After what seemed to Claire an eternity Davis Edwards finally stood up to greet her. He extended his hand across the dark wood desk and apologized for making her wait.

“ It’s an unfortunate circumstance of my position.” he explained. “ Even when I clear my schedule I’m still to busy to keep my appointments.”

His laugh was soft and rich and Claire found herself almost giggling as she reached across to shake his hand. She felt her face flush as their hands touched. There was that current again. An energy passing from this man to her that made her shiver. She pulled her hand away abruptly and to quickly dropped down into her seat again. Edwards paged his secretary through the intercom and asked her to hold all calls, then looking up at Claire sex hikayeleri again asked if she would like a drink. Claire shook her head, although she would have gladly taken a strong glass of wine right then to quiet her nerves. Edwards retrieved her file from the top of his desk and looked it over, glancing from the pages of the application to Claire and back. He pulled softly on his lower lip as he read and Claire found herself absolutely transfixed by the gesture. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat realizing with a start that he was turning her on! Something about his long fingers tugging against the soft fullness of his lips was making Claire squeeze her thighs together keep the fire that had suddenly sprung from her clit under control.

Absently she began tugging at the buttons of her shirt, instinctively trying to get a little air. She had just pulled another button open as he sat down in the chair opposite her and she was painfully aware that with every shift of her body he would be getting an eyeful of her cleavage.

“ Am I making you nervous Claire?” he asked gently

Claire tittered. “ Oh no, no of course not. I just seem to be having some trouble with my button.” She knew as soon as the words left her lips how incredibly silly she had sounded and began frantically trying to get the button refastened only to find her fingers were trembling to much to work.

Edwards was walking deliberately towards her as she fumbled with the button. He smelled, musky and exotic, like some incredible erotic incense. The closer he got the harder it became for Claire to concentrate on the button.

“ I think I do make you nervous.” he said with a slight laugh.

He reached out with one hand and stopped her work at the button. In one quick feline motion he was down in front of her pushing her hands softly to her side.

“ Why don’t you let me have a try. You don’t seem to be able to get it to work.” he said as his hands reached toward the delicate fabric. The long fingers found the button and the button hole and he leaned in slightly as he took them in hand. Claire felt her pulse fluttering in her chest and in spite of herself closed her eyes to drink in the aroma of him so tantalizingly close. She didn’t notice him put the file folder on the floor as he reached a finger out to trace a line down her throat to her breastbone. She shivered again as he made contact with her skin, and cursed the slight moan that escaped her lips. With one quick tug he pulled against her shirt and the neat little row of buttons popped open revealing the black lace bra beneath. She kept her eyes closed, her breathing shallow as his finger again traced a line across her chest and with painful slowness across the tops of her breasts.

“ Black lace lingerie seems a bit inappropriate to wear to a job interview Claire.”

His voice was huskier now and very close to her ear but Claire could still not bring herself to open her eyes. The logical part of her brain knew she should get up, knock this guy on his ass and leave, but that damn tension she had felt at their first touch held her firm.

“ I do run a highly respected and very public business here you know? We’re not in the business of seducing our clientele.” his voice was firmer now but his fingers continued their exploration over the tops of her breasts, brushing the stiff lace aside long enough to graze her nipples which responded readily to his touch.

Edwards slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders and pushed it and her shirt down off her arms as he reached behind to undo the clasp. As soon as the air touched Claire’s hyper aroused skin she felt her breasts swell and her nipples harden even more. He was directly in front of her now, his hands freely exploring her flesh.

“ Do you always allow potential employers to feel you up Claire?” he asked as he expertly massage her breasts. Claire felt the heat rising in her cheeks.

“ No.” she answered weakly

His face was next to her ear as he whispered, “ Then why am I?” and dipped his lips to the sensitive hollow of her neck, kissing the silken flesh with slow wet kisses.

Claire rolled her head back and felt her knees start to go weak. No man had ever been this slow and delicate with her before. They were always in to big a rush to give her body more then perfunctory exploration, and yet here she was in the office of a man she did not know feeling the tentative trembling of an orgasm as he did nothing more then sikiş hikayeleri touch her breasts.

She opened her eyes and looked at him really for the first time since entering the office. He returned her gaze and once again she found herself taken in by his steely gray eyes. Her logical being was screaming fiercely for her to get up and leave even as she reached her hand to his face and touched him, again feeling that incredible jolt of energy pass between them. She ran a finger slowly over his lips and across his jaw, watching him watching her. Without thinking she raised herself up on tiptoe and brought her mouth to his feeling his tongue slip between her lips, his hands travel up her back and into her hair. He pulled it sharply breaking their embrace and smiled sarcastically at her.

“ I’m going to fuck you now Claire.” he said flatly. “ I’m going to fuck you until we can’t fuck any more and then, when we’ve gotten that out of our systems, I might still consider interviewing you for this position; or any other position I see fit.”

Claire knew she was blushing, knew that the heat rising between her legs was clearly visible on her face. What in the name of God was she doing? This was a job interview, and not just any job interview! Davis Edwards for gods sake!!! Head of possibly the most premier art auction house in the world. She was supposed to be coming in here showing him she was a professional. She was supposed to be showing him that her modern eye was exactly what his company needed to keep abreast of the times. No where in her master plan was she supposed to allow him to seduce her, to literally charm the pants off of her. The logic of the argument played itself to a vacant audience in her head. Claire was, in spite of herself, surrendering herself to his touch. As his lips bent to suckle gently on her swollen nipples the little logical voice in her head grew ever fainter. She cradled his head against her pushing him gently towards her and arching her back slightly as he took in more of her breast flesh. Suddenly the Why didn’t seem to matter. All she understood was the pleasure of his hands and mouth on her body.

She reached up and undid his shirt sliding her hands over the smooth hairless surface of his chest, scraping her nails against the hardened points of his nipples before circling them with her tongue. Moving in unison they quickly did away with the remainder of their clothes as their hands explored each other. They were a tangle of lips and fingers, tongues and nails, devouring each other. Edwards pushed her to the carpeted floor and gently parted her legs sliding his strong hands along the smoothness of her inner thighs. He took her leg in his hands, kissing her ankles, calves and thighs. He was so close to her pussy now that she could feel his breath tickling her swollen lips. She raised her hips slightly waiting to feel his mouth on her only to find that he had begun to move down her other leg. She wriggled impatiently as he continued to kiss, and caress the skin surrounding her aching pussy, teasing her to the point of madness by not touching her where she needed it most. As she felt his hand travel up her side she took hold of it and guided it down to her dripping hole. She slid his fingers across it warm wetness allowing him to feel how aroused she had become. He slipped his fingers away and brought them up to her own lips, glossing them with her own wetness and then leaning in to lick them.

“ Ummm…you taste as sweet as you look Claire.” he whispered. He lowered his mouth onto her pussy lips and began to slowly lick and suck. He dipped his tongue into her moist folds as his hands snaked under her hips bringing her closer to his mouth. Claire moaned, rolling her hips instinctively as she felt her pussy walls trying to grab hold of his tongue. She snaked her own hands into his hair and pushed his face into her cunt feeling his nose rub her clit into a hardened nub as he ate her pussy into orgasmic bliss.

“Oh Lord!” she cried out, grinding herself against his eager tongue for all she was worth. “ Oh fuck! Eat my pussy! Oh yessss!” Claire was shocked at the bawdiness of her own words. She’s never been a prude in bed but such wantonness was entirely new to her. She didn’t care though. All she understood was the incredible sensation of his mouth devouring her aching pussy.

“ Come for me Claire.” he said firmly. “ Let me taste you.” and with that he took her entire clit into his mouth and began sex hikaye to suck on it hard. Claire gasped, feeling the climax start low in her abdomen. She bucked furiously against him, but he held her firm, slurping greedily on her pussy, drinking down every drop as she came hard and fast.

When he finally let her go Claire sank exhausted into the carpet. She could see his thick cock standing out angrily searching for it’s target, but he kept his hands soft and gentle on her body. He leaned in to kiss her, allowing her to taste the warm sweetness of her own cum on his lips. “ You’re amazing Claire.” he whispered. “ I’ve never known a woman as uninhibited as you in all my life.”

“ It’s easy for me to be uninhibited.” she said seductively, her hands tracing across his abdomen and down to his hardened cock. She began to stroke it slowly, taking time to rub the gossamer head and smear the glistening drop of pre-cum across the tip. “ I don’t know you Mr. Edwards.” She tugged gently at his cock causing him to inch closer to her as his hands continued their delicate dance across her skin.

He smiled at her softly, “ I think you can call me Davis.”

“ Davis?” Claire said sliding one leg up to expose her pink and swollen pussy. She watched his eyes on her body, zeroing in on what he wanted most. “ You promised you were going to fuck me remember?” She threw one leg over him, straddling him with his back to the dark wooden desk. Her dripping cunt was hovering inches above his cock now and again she could feel the electricity passing between them. He was looking directly at her now, his hands cupping her face, thick fingers tracing her lips. She sucked obligingly on his fingers as they passed across her mouth, rolling her pussy over the head of his cock. She smiled wickedly as he sucked in his breath. “ Are you all talk Davis or are you a man of your word?” The tip of his cock was nestled at the entrance to her pussy now. She flexed her vaginal muscles, nibbling his head until it was just inside her. She guided his hands to her hips and held herself there, as her pussy gently milked his cock head.

In one fast motion he pulled her down on to his dick and rolled her back onto the carpet as he began to piston in and out of her.

“ I always keep my promises Claire.” he said huskily “ and I plan on thoroughly fucking every delicious inch of you.”

Claire wrapped her legs around him grinding herself against him, feeling his heavy balls slapping against the crack of her ass.

“ Do you like that?” he growled pumping her faster now. “ Do you like being filled with my cock, having your pussy pumped by a man you don’t even know?”

Claire purred her agreement, rolling her head back and arching her hips to meet his thrusts.

“ Tell me what you want Claire, tell me .” he demanded as he drilled her deeper and faster then she had ever been before. Taking her almost to the brink but stopping just before she could get her release. He reached for her and quickly pinned her arms above her head as he pushed himself in to the hilt. His face was in front of her now and he looked deeply into her eyes, locking her gaze, holding her in the moment with him, but keeping his cock utterly still and buried inside her.

“ Tell me what you want.” it was barely a whisper against her cheek but Claire new in that instant she could not deny him.

“ I want you to fuck me Davis.” she said plainly and felt him begin to roll against her again as she matched his rhythm.

“ I want you to fuck me Davis…Fuck me….fuck me…” her head hung limp by her side as her nails dug deep into the carpet and her back arched up pushing his cock in as deep as it could go. The scream overcame her as she climaxed milking his cock of every drop of its cum. He joined in her orgasm, grunting and bucking against the vice grip of her cunt on his cock. Emptying himself into her until there was nothing for him to do but let go and call out her name.

They collapsed in a heap on the floor of his office, and Claire felt his cock slowly softening inside her.

She smiled contentedly as he lay panting against her chest. “ Do I get the job Davis?” she asked.

He chuckled and pushed himself up on one elbow as he slid free of her. “ Maybe.” he said.

“ What do you mean maybe?” Claire asked indignantly. “ I think I’ve more then met your qualifications.”

Davis smiled and guided her hand to his slowly returning erection.

“ You’re more then qualified Claire.” he said kissing her lips softly. “ I just want to check your oral skills.”

Claire licked her lips lewdly and smiled, knowing she was at last heading in the right direction.

Please excuse any fumblings as this is a fledgling effort on my part.

Any feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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My wife and I were living a pretty happy life together in our early 30s. Even after five years of marriage we had plenty to talk about, had lots of fun going out or staying in together, and still found time to have sex at least two or three times every week. We were both still fairly attractive and youthful for our age. Sure I had put on a few pounds, and sure we got into ruts as far as what to eat for dinner every night, or what to watch on TV. I would occasionally cook something basic for dinner, but overall on an average weekday we had settled into a sort of lazy and sedentary lifestyle of ordering pizza or chinese and watching Netflix.

If someone put a gun to my head and told me I absolutely had to complain about something, then I guess it would be that I wasn’t really getting blowjobs anymore. Not to completion like when we were still dating anyway. But at least oral was still frequently on the menu as foreplay, so I couldn’t really complain. A lot of guys in my position have to beg for sex, or so I’ve been told. Life was actually pretty good.

The one thing my wife and I both agreed needed to change was our smoking habits. When we first met, neither of us were heavy smokers, but social smoking while out at bars or parties with friends turned habitual after awhile. And even though neither of us typically had more than six or eight in a day (a bit more if drinking), quitting proved to be extremely difficult. Inevitably one of us would cheat, usually by bumming a smoke while out drinking, and a day later she or I would buy a pack and we would both go right back to our old ways.

It was my wife who first suggested we try a hypnotist to stop smoking. I had been hearing the amateurish radio ads for the local hypnotist, Dr. James Gregory, for several months and didn’t think anything of it. It seemed like a good way to lose money to me. But my wife read about him on some blog she reads, and found some reviews online swearing that Dr. Gregory had cured people of smoking and other addictions after just one session. She was pretty sure he was legit.

“What have we got to lose?” my wife pleaded.

“What does he charge? That much times two,” I said.

“Five hundred per person. But he does couples together for $750.”

“Think of how much fun we could have in Vegas with $750.”

“Think of how much money we will save not buying a pack of cigarettes every other day.”

She had a point. I agreed to let her make an appointment for the following Friday. When the time came, I picked my wife up from work, and we drove out to Dr. Gregory’s office in a nearby suburb. His office was inconspicuously located in a strip mall storefront. We entered the front door, and I was a bit surprised that there wasn’t any reception or waiting area, and that Dr. Gregory himself was at the door to greet us. Doctor of what? I wondered.

“Come on in, have a seat on the couch there,” he said.

We exchanged pleasantries and though I was beyond skeptical, I handed him a check for $750. Soon, without being too specific, he explained a little bit about his process and how his brand of hypnotism is by far the most successful of any in the the country. Normally all it takes is one session to fully quit smoking, though in some cases one or two followup sessions may be necessary in order to “tweak” the hypnosis cues, whatever that meant.

“Who would like to go first?” he asked, looking directly at me.

“I thought we were doing it as a couple?” my wife asked.

“Yes, but each person’s response to stimuli is different, so it really works best if we do it one-on-one. You’re both welcome to stay and observe each other, of course.”

I volunteered myself to go first. Dr. Gregory instructed me to relax, to breathe deeply, and to close my eyes until I was told to open them. He told me to imagine nothing, only blackness. Breathe in, breathe out. Some new agey music began playing. When I was told to open my eyes, I almost laughed. Dr. Gregory had some kind of gold wand he was moving up and down in front of me almost exactly like the “rubber pencil” trick we used to do in grade school. What kind of quackery was this?

“Focus on the wand. Observe its energy, spiralling around the room. Your energy is bonded to it. Feel your own energy spiral outward. Listen carefully to what I say.”

I admit that whatever he was doing with that wand was captivating, that I don’t think I could have looked away, nor did I want to.

“I ME WE YOU SHE WE THREE SEE I ME WE YOU SHE WE THREE SEE I ME…”

Slowly he chanted these words, or words similar to this. I can’t exactly remember. But it went on for a couple of minutes before he announced it was over.

*CLAP!*

“And now your wife’s turn,” he said abruptly.

“That was it?” I was in disbelief. How could that have possibly accomplished anything?

“You were deep in a trance-like state of intense focus for somewhere around fifteen minutes. They say you only need ten, but I prefer a full fifteen.”

“You don’t remember Avcılar Escort anything?” my wife chimed in. “You seemed awake.”

“Honestly, no.”

“Then I am confident that this will be successful. Shall we continue?” Dr. Gregory said, turning to my wife.

He performed a similar routine on her, with the breathing and the wand and the “I ME WE YOU HE” chants. Soon, she was staring blankly at nothing, seemingly in a trance.

“Speak to her. Try to break her concentration,” he told me.

“Honey, can you hear me?”

Nothing.

I waved my hand in front of her face, yet there was no response.

“Boo!” I screamed suddenly, but she didn’t even blink.

Dr. Gregory produced a small bell, and softly rang it for a few seconds.

“The sight of a lit cigarette,” he began, “reminds you of the pain and suffering of animals. The death of children. The smell of cigarette smoke is old cat litter full of piss and shit. The taste of the smoke is akin to rotten eggs and spoiled milk. You take no pleasure at all in smoking cigarettes. Cigarettes are vile, disgusting reminders of your own mortality.”

I squirmed as he said these things, aware of my own visceral, horrified reaction to his description of cigarettes. Certainly I felt no desire to smoke.

“This is going well,” Dr. Gregory said, turning to me. “While we have her in this susceptible state, is there anything else perhaps I could help her to do or to not do? Anything that might be to your benefit?”

“What do you mean?” I genuinely had no clue what he was talking about.

“Sometimes a gentleman has certain requests for his wife, an increased libido for example is quite popular.”

“You can do that?”

“For an extra fee of $500, yes.”

My gut reaction was to grab my wife and leave before this creep could do anything to her, but instead I sat and contemplated his offer. Frankly, I didn’t have any issues with my wife’s libido, but it would be nice to get a few more blowjobs now and then. But I didn’t want to have some magic word I could say that would turn her into an unresponsive sex doll.

“How would that work?” I asked. “You teach me how to put her in a trance, then I have my way with her?”

“No, nothing like that. It works just like smoking cessation therapy does. Only instead of being averse to certain behaviors that now have negative associations, I can associate positive reactions with any behavior of your choosing.”

“So let’s say I wanted her to go down on me more often.”

“A very common request, and very easy to do. Has she ever enjoyed it?”

“Yes, once upon a time.”

“Then I will teach her to naturally like it again, and to perform fellatio frequently and eagerly of her own volition.”

“But she will still be able to control herself right? I don’t want to take away her free will.”

“Yes and no,” Dr. Gregory hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Just as she is now, she won’t ever be coerced into doing anything she doesn’t want to do. She can always choose whether she wants to do the certain act. But she will generally want to do it because it will bring her great pleasure. The pleasure part she can’t control.”

I thought about it for a minute. Was this unethical? Certainly it was unethical for Dr. Gregory, but was it for me? My wife used to love performing oral on me, and still did on occasion, just hardly ever to completion. If all the hypnotist was offering was to help her find joy in that activity again, then I was fully on board.

“That sounds like it would be worth $500 to me,” I said, once again taking my checkbook out of my pocket.

“Excellent.”

Dr. Gregory softly rang his bell again, indicating to my wife that he was addressing her again.

“Listen to me. Your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your throat. These are highly sensitive areas for you, and a strong reaction is formed whenever they make physical contact with your husband. This reaction manifests as extreme sexual pleasure at least as intense as vaginal or clitoral stimulation, and often even more so.”

This was strange, but interesting. I had assumed he was just going to tell her my dick tasted like candy or something.

“When you kiss your husband, it arouses you immensely and immediately. His tongue in your mouth is like the cunnilingus of your most skilled lover. His penis in your mouth is intercourse. You strongly desire his penis in your mouth because it causes intense and prolonged orgasms better than or equal to the best sex you have ever had.”

It was pretty shocking how graphic yet clinical it all sounded, but couldn’t help but be a little aroused by the possibility of it all. What if this actually works?

“My cum tastes like salted caramel ice cream,” I whispered into Dr. Gregory’s ear. He nodded. Why not go for gold?

“When your husband reaches orgasm and ejaculates into your mouth, his semen tastes sweet to you, and a little salty, but remarkably delicious. It tastes Beylikdüzü Escort almost exactly like warm, melted salted caramel ice cream. You crave the taste of your husband’s semen, and wish to drink it as often as you can.”

Did that go too far? Maybe. My wife was a sucker for anything with salted caramel. She even joked about putting some on my penis once. So I figured if she was going to start giving me head all the time, then she might like it if she got to have a little dessert at the end.

Abruptly, Dr. Gregory loudly clapped his hands together, and my wife sprang back to life.

“I do believe we are finished, and I don’t think either of you will be smoking ever again,” he said.

“How long was I out?” my wife asked.

“For about fifteen minutes, same as your husband. You did great.”

We thanked Dr. Gregory and then walked back to the car, befuddled by the experience we each just had.

“That was bizarre,” I said. “Do you think it worked?”

“I definitely don’t feel like smoking, do you?” my wife asked.

“Not at all. Hey let’s stop by the grocery store. I feel like making dinner tonight. I just need to pick up a few things for this asian noodle dish.”

Before pulling out of our parking spot, I gave my wife a quick kiss on the lips. A few seconds later I was shifting into reverse when she leaned in to give me a long, open mouthed kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth as we made out for several seconds.

“Let’s just go straight home instead,” she insisted.

“Okay!” I obliged.

She kissed me several more times on the way home, to the point where it was sort of distracting me as I drove. It was nice to see her acting so affectionately towards me, but I couldn’t yet be sure this had anything to do with the hypnosis. I grabbed her hand and rested it on her lap, trying to keep her calm until we got home. Suddenly my wife took a hold of my finger, pulled it into her mouth, and began sucking on it. She moaned softly as she pulled my finger in and out of her wet mouth.

“I can’t wait to have your dick in my mouth,” she said lustfully.

I raced toward home with an impossibly huge, throbbing boner in my lap, rolling through every stop sign and accelerating through every yellow light. We were on our street but still a couple blocks away from our garage when my wife unzipped my pants and released my cock from its cage. She stroked her hand up and down my penis a few times, which was by now lubed pretty heavily with my own precum. She brought her head down and started licking me.

“Mmmm, you taste so good,” she said.

She was absolutely going to town on my dick by the time I pulled into the garage, sucking me off as aggressively and deeply as she ever had. She moaned passionately as she did this, as if fucking my dick with her throat really might bring her to orgasm. The physical sensation of this event was getting to be too much for me. And it had been months, maybe years since I last came in my wife’s mouth, so I was beyond excited and ready to burst.

“I’m coming!” I announced.

My wife slid her mouth down on me as far as she could go. Her moans turned into a high pitched, almost squealing sound as I erupted ferociously into her throat. I was pretty sure she was climaxing at the same time as me. I felt her swallow two huge mouthfuls, then she slowly slid her mouth back up to the top of my penis, stopping at the tip to suck out whatever was left of my load like a straw.

“Holy shit,” I said.

“I don’t remember it tasting this good. What did you have for lunch today?” she asked.

“What did YOU have for lunch today?”

Thank you Dr. Gregory! I did not expect his “treatment” to work this well and this fast. I didn’t expect it to work at all. And come to think of it, even after we both just had intense orgasms, neither of us were reaching for a smoke. Instead my wife elected to start licking my dick again, seemingly not wanting to waste a single drop of the sweet cum that was still slowly oozing out.

“You know, I think I would still like to swing by the store,” I said, zipping my pants back up. “I think you’ll really like this dish.”

“Okay,” my wife said. “I think I’ll go in the house and lay down for a bit. Hurry back!”

I must have had the biggest smile on my face throughout my shopping trip as I carefully selected some fresh vegetables, noodles, and spices. My wife had done something to me that she hadn’t done since we first started dating years ago, and at that moment I was happier than I had been in years. I felt that I really had to reward her with a delicious home-cooked meal, and not the typical boring stuff that we always made.

After we ate our dinner, which turned out quite well, I washed all the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen while my wife watched a bit of TV. When I finished cleaning up everything, I joined her on the couch. Almost immediately she started kissing me, and before long she was full-blown making out with Esenyurt Escort me with her hand all over my crotch.

“Can you believe I actually came while sucking your dick today?” she told me. “That has never happened to me before. I want to do it again.”

I took her shirt off and started playing with my wife’s tits as she undid my pants for the second time that day. As soon as my dick was out, my wife wrapped her lips around it, as if she needed it to breathe. I laid back on the couch to relax and enjoy the situation while my wife was completely devouring my cock, deeper and deeper, and moaning with each thrust.

After several minutes of this, I was more than ready to come. I was pretty sure my wife had already climaxed once or twice during her performance, so it seemed like it was safe for me to finish.

“You want me to come in your mouth again?” I asked.

“Yes,” my wife said, briefly coming up for air. “I can’t wait to swallow it again.”

She went right back to sucking, and almost immediately I filled her mouth with another batch of the good stuff. She smiled, delighted to have another mouthful of her new favorite dessert.

“That was awesome,” she said, plopping down on the couch with a smile on her face. She licked her lips and her fingers clean, almost overselling the fact that she loved the taste of my sperm.

Somehow energized by the whole experience, I decided to do something I hadn’t done in several years. I got my running shoes out from the back of my closet, put on some shorts, and went outside for a jog around the neighborhood. It gave me plenty of time to reflect on the situation. Certainly it was going well. In the three or four hours since leaving Dr. Gregory’s office, I had already gotten two spectacular blowjobs from my wife. And the best part was that she was actually initiating them, and enjoying every second. And my cum really did seem like a special treat for her.

Early the next day I woke up to a warm, wet sensation on my morning wood. My wife was actually waking me up with a blowjob! How often had I fantasized about this? She was enjoying it, too, moaning as her head bobbed up and down. I let her perform this way for a few minutes, then flipped her over onto the bed and started going down on her. I licked all around and inside her vagina, then focused solely on her clit while I slipped a finger inside her. Her pelvic thrusts and increasingly pronounced moaning told me she was into it, and building toward a climax.

“You’re gonna make me come,” she said.

Her moaning turned to joyful crying, letting me know she was having an orgasm. My face was soaked with her juice. When I was certain she was finished, I moved up to slide my rock hard dick inside her pussy. I really needed to fuck her. After a full day of blowjobs yesterday, I was ready to switch things up. At this moment I wanted nothing more than to come deep inside my wife’s tight, wet vagina. I entered her slowly, then gradually increased my thrust until I was fucking her as hard and deep as I could. She was sopping wet, but there was still enough pressure on me to feel really fucking good.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she demanded.

Well okay, I guess that works too. I hadn’t came in her mouth after during sex since…who knows? I scooted up toward my wife’s face and and started jerking my own cock, a couple of inches above her wide open mouth.

“Please feed me your cum,” she begged.

As the shockwave of my orgasm ripped throughout my body, I emptied the contents of my balls all over my wife’s tongue and lips. She swallowed, licked her lips, then happily swallowed again, pulling me close so she could suck whatever was left directly out of my dick.

This was the third load down the hatch in the fifteen hours since hypnosis, for those of you keeping score at home. My wife seemingly fell back asleep with a smile and just a bit of a cum decorating face. I was feeling rather invigorated and decided to hop on our elliptical machine in the spare room for the first time in several weeks. I rode the machine good and hard for a solid twenty minutes, thinking about the good fortune we had in visiting Dr. Gregory. If I knew that it would work this well, what is the most I would have been willing to pay for his services? A thousand? Five thousand? So far it was worth every penny.

That night I baked a veggie lasagna for dinner, and after cleaning all the dishes I once again got head on the couch from my wife. Again it was fantastic, and again she swallowed every last drop of my semen. I left her to watch some reality TV as I went out for my evening run.

The next several months went on this way, with my wife blowing me at least once, sometimes twice each day. We couldn’t quite keep up with the pace set the first couple of days, but that was fine with me. My wife continued to have orgasms while she blew me, but only if she wanted to. Sometimes she did it just for my cum. We were still having sex two or three times each week, and each time of course my wife demanded I finish in her mouth. I frequently got head while driving. A couple of times we did it in a park. Once in a dressing room. Several times in bathrooms at bars. We were going at it like young adventurous couples do in their first few months of dating. I was completely satisfied sexually.

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The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

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Part 14 – A Successful Arrest

I said “J.R., did you get that on videotape?”

“Yes sir.” said Crime Lab Technician J.R. Barnes, who was recording with a videocamera.

“Christina?”

“Yes sir.” said Christina Cho, also recording.

“Captain Ross, did you observe that?”

“Yes, Commander.” said my partner.

“Detective Cummings? Washington?”

“Yes sir.” both said.

“Sergeant Rudistan, did you observe that?”

“Oh yes sir, I did.” Rudistan said jovially.

“Morton?”

“Yes sir.”

“Pastor Westboro, did you observe that?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m afraid that I did.” said Pastor Westboro, his voice sad and his face downcast.

“What? What is it?” asked Cassie Sanderson. I took the cellphone from her hands.

“Cassie Sanderson,” I said, “you are under arrest for the murder of Emma Washburn, a human being. Lt. Perlman, take her away.”

“Yes sir.” said Tanya. She affixed handcuffs to a totally stunned Cassie, reciting to Cassie her considerable legal rights.

“Okay guys, get affidavits from everyone else here, including each other.” I said. I walked up to Pastor Westboro. “Pastor, I don’t want to inconvenience you by having you come to the Station. So if you will just give Detective Cummings your statement here, you can go home when you’re done.”

“Yes, er… thank you, Commander.” said Westboro, who was also stunned by the turn of events. “I’ve heard about your abilities, Commander, but this is the first time I’ve had the chance to observe them so closely. I must admit that I am stunned, truly stunned.”

“Thank you, Pastor.” I said. “Now if you all will excuse me, I must go to Headquarters.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Cassie Sanderson was in Interrogation-1, her lawyer Fowler in attendance. I went in with Paulina Patterson and Detective Joanne Cummings, with Rudistan guarding the prisoner.

“That was entrapment, Commander!” Fowler snarled. “This will not hold up! I will have your badge for this!”

“I’ve heard that before.” I said. I took a document from Paulina and handed it to Fowler. “This is a warrant for the sting operation you witnessed today. It’s not entrapment. It’s a sting. And Cassie fell right into it.”

“What the hell did I do?” Cassie asked, a mixture of disbelief and anger in her voice. “I showed you the right picture.”

“How did you know it was on that phone?” I asked. “And how did you know that was the phone from which the photo was auto-uploaded to Facebook? And how did you know the code?”

“Obviously, it’s my phone.” said Cassie.

“Except that we found it at the Washburn home, where you planted it.” I said. “You were hoping we’d think it was Chris Washburn’s phone, and that we would blame him for his wife’s murder. And you might well have succeeded if you had not been stupid in other areas.”

I continued. “Also, that phone is a burner phone. Last, but not least, if it’s your phone, who was using it to take that photo of Emma? You told me earlier that you didn’t take that picture. So if you did take it, you were lying to Police, which is a felony crime in this State. Also, if it was you that took it, you’re guilty of the murder. But if it wasn’t you… well, obviously it was, and you knew too much about it.”

I met Cassie’s stare of disbelief now mixed with hatred as I said “You gave yourself away when you saw that mirror-image photograph, then went for the phone to make your alibi hold up. You should never have known that the uploaded picture was on that phone.. but you did, and you demonstrated that by actually unlocking the phone to show me the picture.”

Cassie’s face was turning to shock as she began to fully realize what she had done. “Ohhhhh, shiiittttt.” she moaned.

Her lawyer Fowler had seen enough, and admitted defeat: “What kind of deal can we make?” he asked.

Paulina said “If you save the County the expense of a trial and don’t waste our time, confess and give a full statement, answer all the questions to the Commander’s satisfaction, then I’ll offer twenty-five to life with possibility of parole.”

Cassie took the deal, and began talking. When she finished, I only had one question.

“Cassie, are you sure you don’t know who else besides your son that was having a sexual affair with Emma? Are you sure she told you nothing?”

“I was telling the truth, Commander.” she said. “Emma did not confide Escort Beylikdüzü things like that to me. I didn’t even know she was going to Culinary School at the Town Technical Institute for months, until she suggested we start a catering and photography service. She never mentioned the men in her life, besides her husband.”

Part 15 – The Emma Washburn Solution

Friday evening, September 25th. The party at The Cabin was attended by me, Laura, my mother Phyllis, Jenna, Cindy, Cindy’s sister Molly, Teresa, Joanne, Joanne’s fiancé Seth Warner, Theo Washington, Tanya Perlman, Jack Muscone (as Tanya’s date), Sheriff Daniel Allgood, and his lovely wife Melina. The kids (Laura’s, Molly’s, Melina’s, and Tanya’s) were also there, being watched over by the redoubtable Bowser.

Daniel and I cooked hamburgers and hotdogs while Laura and Melina had prepared all the trimmings. Cindy and Teresa brought beer and colas, and Joanne brought several cakes she and Melina had baked… with Joanne teaching my ex-wife how to properly bake a cake, I might add.

“So,” said Cindy to Daniel within my hearing, “it was Chief Bennett that got the Council started on this rank structure thing?”

“Yes, it was.” said Daniel. “I don’t think he ever liked the current structure. He found some ears on the Council that were willing to listen, and poured some ideas into them. I don’t think he liked it when the other Study Group members insisted on getting Don’s input, but I don’t think it’s going to be any big deal. It’s the Fire Department and EMTs that might erupt. That’s been brewing for some time.”

“Yeah, I know.” Cindy said. “And I think I know why Chief Bennett did what he did…”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Meanwhile…

Melina and Joanne were telling Laura that they were planning a deer hunting trip to Lake Amengi-Nunagen. Jack Muscone overheard and said “Laura, that reminds me… some properties up there came up for sale, if you want to check them out.”

“Way ahead of you, Jack.” said Laura. “I’ve already put down an option for a place on Lake Watchacoochie, which is east of Lake Amengi-Nunagen and over the ridgeline. It’s going to be a surprise for Don on his birthday, October 26th… well, if I can keep it secret from him until then.”

“Good luck with that, sis.” said Melina. “Nothing gets by that man. Nothing.” Joanne giggled.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Are you ready for your Academy class Monday?” Teresa asked Cindy as they munched on snacks.

“Yeah, I guess so.” said Cindy. “I’ll be bored as hell for two days, but I’ll do it.”

“I have a surprise for you.” Teresa replied. “I’m going to be there with you.”

“What?!” Cindy asked, stunned. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.” Teresa said. “But you won’t have to sit in the class alone. We’ll tell everyone we’re monitoring what’s being taught, and we’ll get our refreshers so we can make sure our Detectives are doing it right.”

“What did the Commander say when you asked him to go with me?”

“I didn’t ask.” Teresa replied. “I told him that I was going with you. He just asked who I was going to leave in charge of Vice, I told him Purvis needed a shakeup and some testing, and he told me to have a nice day and to get out of his office.”

“Well, I’ll appreciate you being there with me.” Cindy replied.

“What are friends for?” Teresa asked. “I’ve got your back, sister.” Cindy just hugged Teresa in response.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“How is the Nextdoor County Police, Lieutenant Evans?” Teresa asked Molly, who smiled.

“It’s going very well.” Molly said. “I’m getting up to speed, mostly doing desk work, which I’ll be pretty much restricted to until the baby is born in November. To be honest, though, Janet Riordan had a pretty good Vice operation going, and with you kicking ass in this County, the pipeline to the City through our jurisdictions is considered to be the ‘Road of Death’ for drug smugglers.”

“The City gets supplied along the Southport-Midtown-City route.” Teresa said. “Our problem is the lucrative market of University students. But I’ve been picking up on some increased traffic in things besides drugs… contraband, stolen goods, weapons and explosives.”

“Yes,” said Molly, “Janet showed me some things, too. We’ll have to have an official cooperative pow-wow about it soon.”

“How’s Captain Moynahan and Frank Soltis in Midtown?” Teresa asked. “I haven’t talked to either of them in a while.”

“Frank is doing okay. He might be transferring to the Mob Squad… which actually investigates corrupt politicians more than Organized Crime, as you well know from your time down there.” Molly replied. “Captain Moynahan is being boxed out and shut off, and with his team disbanded he’s pretty much twiddling his thumbs awaiting retirement.”

“That’s too bad.” said Teresa. “With the possible exceptions of Chief Griswold and Commander Troy, Captain Moynahan is the Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan best cop I’ve ever known.”

“That he is.” said Molly. “Just keep your eyes peeled and your ears open. If what I’m hearing is true, he’ll be landing on his feet…”

*ding* *ding* *ding* *ding*

The musical quality sound of a spoon tapping a glass echoed through the air, rung by Cindy Ross.

“Okay, everyone,” Cindy said, “it is that time again. I saw it all, and I am still not understanding, so would the Iron Crowbar please tell us how he solved this case?” A loud acclaim of cheering and applause started up, aided by Bowser barking in displeasure at the noise. I gave my dog (okay, Carole’s dog) a comforting skritching before moving over to the group.

“All right.” I said as we all sat down in chairs and on the sofa in the main room of The Cabin, the view outside fading as it began getting dark and the lights of the room reflected off the bulletproof glass of the windows.

“This was one of the most interesting cases I’ve had since coming to the TCPD. It looks simple, but as I think about it, it was pretty complex.” I thought about it, then said “So… in order to help everyone can understand this, I’ll reverse my usual pattern. I’ll talk first about my own observations, then about what led up to the murder and the burglary.”

I began. “We had a body of a Jane Doe, a married woman who had no fingerprints on file with the FBI. The body was dumped in a ‘dead/live’ zone behind the Ladies Auxiliary Clubhouse, which is interesting in and of itself. She had bruising on her face, which would suggest that the beating was a cause-and-effect relationship to her death. That turned out to not be the case.

“I’d expected to hear from family of this woman’s disappearance, but we never did. Considering that even prostitutes have had family contact us in the past when their loved ones went missing, this was really strange. And it got more strange when we responded to a burglary call, and lo! and behold! there is a photo of our victim on the wall. This could not possibly be a coincidence with two crimes surrounding this woman, could it?

“But before I ever saw that photo, I already had an idea that something was wrong with this picture, pun fully intended.” I said, to tepid laughter. “As I looked around, something was odd. A mantle clock had been moved from the mantle, where it had sat for a very long time, to the long side table. But when I looked under the clock, there was plaster dust scattered evenly on the table from where the TV had been ripped off the wall. I realized that the most likely explanation of that was that the burglars had moved the clock from the side table, maybe to the floor or a nearby chair, to get to the TV on the wall… and then someone put the clock back on the side table!”

“Now why would someone do that? I thought to myself. Why not either leave the clock where the burglars put it, or put the clock back where it came from on the mantle… where I could see it had been, and where Cassie confirmed it had formerly resided upon my asking her about it. I asked Captain Ross to make sure that the Crime Lab documented that strangeness, though I did not know yet what it meant.”

“I found that out soon enough,” I said, “when I went into the office room. I saw the picture of Emma on the wall… our unreported, unclaimed, dead victim. And that is the moment I suspected Cassie of being the murderer. It could have been Sean, but I suspected Cassie, especially over time, because she had the explanation of the clock being moved, she had moved it herself by her own admission. And I was already discounting Emma’s husband, who we had not yet met. The reason for that is the photo I found on the office desk, of Emma posing in front of the clock on the side table.”

Seeing the looks of utter fascination, but also of non-understanding, I said “I realized immediately that the clock had to be put on the side table so that it would appear behind Emma, and that the clock had to be returned to the side table because it was meant to be an alibi for someone. The clock was not operating when the photo of Emma was taken, and Cassie had set it to 8:00pm when she took the photo of Emma.. yes, Cassie was the one who took the photo. She knew the Police had to see that clock on that side table so it would appear natural that it was in the photo. She lied and said she didn’t take the photo, but that was easy enough to see through over time.”

“I’m already lost.” said Seth Warner. Joanne patted his thigh.

“It’s harder to explain it than to have realized it.” I said. “The photo being found on the desk was necessary for the alibi, as well. Cassie had that photo with her at Marlena’s home, so it wasn’t stolen. This was actually a bit of coincidence and luck that she did have it, as she could not print another one… the printers were stolen… and it was an important piece of her alibi. So, who knows why she Beylikdüzü Escort had the pic with her at Marlena’s?”

“Oh, isn’t that obvious?” said my mother Phyllis, her eyes twinkling, already seeing it fully. “That one is easy, son.”

“Easy?!” Cindy exclaimed. “Maybe to you, Mycroft, but not to me!” Everyone laughed and agreed.

“And Mom, why is that?” I asked.

“Why, the Facebook upload, of course.” said Phyllis with a knowing smile. Everyone else was still stymied.

“Okay, let me show you this.” I said, taking out my Police cellphone and bringing up the photo. “This is what I made the mirror-image out of. It is the picture I took of the photo on the desk… let me say that again: I took a photo of a photo. And I realized that that is what Cassie had done… she used the burner phone to photograph the photo, and it auto-uploaded. She did this at Marlena’s house. She excused herself to go to the bathroom at just the right time, clicked the pic, and it uploaded. The Facebook photo is a snapshot of another photograph, not the original photograph!”

“Ohhhh, I get it!” Joanne said, as if she’d found a new toy to play with. “The original photo of Emma was taken earlier, this photo of that photo was uploaded at 8:00pm, though Emma must’ve been killed earlier! It was an illusion, to create an alibi.”

“Yes, exactly!” I said. “The auto-upload was crucial to the alibi. Without it occurring at the right time, Cassie is left hanging in the wind. So is Chris Washburn, for that matter, but I’ll get to that later.”

“So I already knew two things…” I continued, “that either Cassie or Sean was the culprit in the murder, and also that the burglary was a separate, coincidental event.”

“Okay, I’ve followed you to this point,” said Tanya Perlman, “but now you’ve got me.”

“The reasoning goes like this.” I said. “The clock was put on the side table, removed, then put back, and I know this because of the way the dust settled on the table in such an even manner, and only then was the clock put back on the side table. If Cassie or Sean was staging the burglary, either would have likely left the clock where it was, knowing its importance to the murder alibi. I might add that Cassie and Sean were not at home during the burglary, and we have witnesses to that.”

“So the burglars moved the clock, Cassie put it back. Ergo, the two crimes are very likely not as directly related as it would appear. This became very important later on, too.”

“We move to the Washburn home.” I said. “When we arrived, Chris was drunk as a skunk, like some of you are about to be if you keep drinking that beer.” Tepid laughter. Your Iron Crowbar is just not a comedian.

“Even in his presence, I had already all but exonerated Chris as the murderer of his wife. Co-conspirator? Maybe, but I was skeptical, which would be borne out later. At any rate, we found several cellphones and the pictures in the house. I thought of the possibility that those phones were planted to incriminate Chris, though I did not follow that route very hard. But it would come in handy for the sting.”

“So,” I said, “returning to Chris: he’s drunk, he’d been drunk for a while. He took the Fifth, which in a rare occurrence actually showed me he was innocent! Why? He knew that his wife was in danger, he knew that he himself was in danger. By taking the Fifth, he keeps from slipping up. And only afterwards does he find out that his worst fears are confirmed and his wife is dead, when I told him we’d found her body.”

I added “He also knows that he’ll be the primary suspect, and he thinks his explanations won’t hold water with the Police–“

“And with any Police Department that does not have the Iron Crowbar, that would probably be true.” said Cindy Ross. “I need not add that I’m still not following this very well.”

“Yes, this is where I went outside the box and used some imagination.” I replied. “I realized it almost unconsciously, and it was because of the bruising on Emma’s face from days earlier. The beating was systematic, as revealed by M.E. Martha’s astute observations that were in her autopsy report. The beating was not the wild randomness of a drunk man beating up his wife, so it likely was not Chris in a drunken state.”

I went on: “Someone had beaten Emma to get information out of her, I realized. What information? Photographs and/or videos. Which ones? The only anomaly in those photos… was the hairy-legged man fucking Emma that was on Chris’s computer. Not Sean… but another man. Emma sent Chris that pic, risking trouble in her marriage, as a way of preserving a record of his existence. She may have sent others to her husband, or to somewhere else, but so far the FBI has found nothing in Alaska. She may have done it so that if something happened to her, Chris might ask the Police who the Hairy-Legged Man was in that photo. Alas, her ‘protection’ did not work.

“Anyway, this other man obviously thought she had more photos of him, that gave more of his features, even his face. And that is why he beat the hell out of her, to get the photos that would identify him–“

“Ah, and this confirms that the burglary was separate from the murder.” said my mother. “This man was behind the burglary, after Emma told him that the other pics were in Cassie’s house.”

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I had spent a long time looking over my shoulder since meeting Alice, but when the trouble came it was not in the form of an FBI agent with a warrant or even a goombah with a gun. No, it was in the form of a dumpy looking businessman with a briefcase.

A customer of mine had flown into town and had called me and asked me to meet him for lunch at the motel where he was staying. By coincidence it was the motel where I had been putting Alice when we returned from my road trips.

I was sitting in the coffee shop with my customer when I happened to see Alice walk in the front door. She walked directly to the door that said “Manager” on it and without knocking she opened the door and went in. Darrel and I had finished eating and there was no reason for us to stay any longer, but something told me that I needed to stay there and keep an eye on that door.

“You know Darrel, I think I’ve changed my mind and I will have some dessert. I think I’ll try some of that New York Cheese Cake after all.”

I was half way through the wedge of cheesecake when the door opened and Alice came out followed by a short, fat guy carrying a briefcase. Alice said something to him and he gave her a nervous smile and then the two of them headed down the corridor that led to the first floor rooms.

Alice was home and fixing dinner when I got there. She turned to greet me when I walked into the kitchen and gave me a big smile.

“You want dessert first?”

“I don’t know, what’s for dessert?”

“Silly man” she said as she grabbed my tie and led me to the bedroom.

Over a late dinner I asked her how her day had gone.

“Nothing exciting. Watched some soaps most of the day and worked a few cross-word puzzles.”

Uh huh, and that was your twin sister I saw at the motel.

The next day I didn’t go to work and I was siting down the block from the house when Alice came out. I followed her back to the motel and I was behind a magazine rack in the gift shop watching the manager’s door when the man I recognized as the manager came out with Alice. He went to the front desk and got a key and brought it back and handed it to her. He said something, she nodded a yes and then she headed down the corridor in the direction of the rooms.

I was outside, parked where I could see her car, when she came out an hour and a half later and I followed her back home. I let her get inside before I pulled up and parked. I was a little on the quiet side as I let myself into the house and closed the door behind me. Alice was sitting on the toilet using her douche bag when I walked up to the bathroom door. Until that moment I wasn’t at all sure of what had been going on. The little dumpy man could have been taking statements maybe. For all I knew Alice might have gotten Escort Bayan Bahçeşehir tired of running and was now cooperating with the law in some way. But you don’t need to douche after just talking to some one.

I just stood there looking at Alice for a minute and then I turned and walked away. I was in the kitchen getting a beer out of the fridge when Alice came into the room.

“It isn’t what you think lover.”

“It isn’t? Well let’s just look at it from my point of view shall we? I see you heading for a motel room with a short, dumpy looking guy yesterday – a day by the way that you said you stayed home and watched soaps – and today I followed you to the same motel and watched the manager give you a key following which you headed for a room. So, you going to tell me that it isn’t what I think, that two and two don’t equal four?”

She stood looking at me for several moments and then she turned to walk out of the room. “Where are you going?”

“To pack.”

“You would rather go pack than talk to me?”

“I’ve nothing to say that you want to hear and if I did talk you would probably throw me out anyway.”

She headed for the bedroom and I finished my beer and got up and followed her.

She had a suitcase on the bed and was dragging stuff out of the closet. I stood and watched for a bit and then I said, “I hate to make this sound like it’s an “All about me” thing, but haven’t I been through enough shit with and for you to at least get an explanation?”

“Straight up lover? I’ve been hooking.”

“I don’t understand.”

“A hooker, a prostitute, a play for pay girl. I’ve been fucking for money.”

“I know what a hooker is, what I don’t understand is why.”

The same thing that got me into trouble in the first place – wanting to stay away from cops.”

I made a ‘come on, gimmie’ motion with my hands.

“I’m walking around that fucking motel in my heels and revealing clothing and the manager comes up to me and says he’s not going to have hookers dealing out of his place, at least not as long as he wasn’t getting something out of it. I tried to convince him I wasn’t a hooker but he wouldn’t buy it. He told me to step into his office and we would discuss it. I told him we had nothing to discuss and he pointed to the front door where a cop car just happened to be sitting.”

“In my office now” he said, or I go tell them I’ve had complaints from some of the guests about you trying to hustle them.”

“You were out of town and I didn’t know how to reach you and I didn’t want anything to do with the cops so I went into his office. He wanted a blow job to cement our new business relationship and I’ve been taking care of whoever he sets me up with ever since.”

“And İstanbul Escort you just went along with it?”

“Yes, I just went along with it.”

“Why? You could have told me and I would have gotten you out of there.”

“Truth time?”

“Of course.”

“There were a couple of reasons why lover. One, I needed something to do while you were gone. Two, I wanted the money and last, but not least, I wanted the sex. You know what the most amazing thing about me is lover? That I was able to hide out in Wigginsville for four years and do without any sex while I was there. I spent all my time worrying that if I got in a relationship it might somehow trip me up”

She walked over to the dresser, got her purse, took something out of it and tossed it to me. It was a passbook to a savings account and it was in my name. “That’s where I put the money I got for sex. I figure I owe you a ton. I owe you for my new face, I owe you for my new tits and most of all, I owe you for my life.”

“I looked at the figure in the book, “Are you out of your mind? This is almost four times what I paid for your surgeries.”

“The surgeries maybe, but don’t try to put a cost on my life.”

I just stood there staring at her. “Don’t look at me like that lover, say something.”

“I don’t know what to say Alice.”

“Roberta.”

“What?”

“Roberta, you’re supposed to be calling me Roberta, remember?”

“Oh, sorry. I suppose that I’m just stunned by the rather casual way you are treating this.”

“No surprise there lover, at least not to me. That’s what I was when I met Sam. A little higher priced than now, but that’s what I was – a call girl. I did it then for the same reason I’m doing it now; I loved the sex and I got paid for it.”

She paused for several seconds and then, “So, should I keep on packing?”

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That was five years ago and a lot has happened since then. The bottom line was that her hooking hadn’t hurt me any so I told Roberta if she wanted to hook go ahead and she did. A year after Roberta ran Sam was found guilty and sentenced to eight to ten years in prison. He was out in five and a half on good behavior. When Roberta read about it in the paper she made some phone calls and found out where he was and went to see him.

She didn’t tell me before she did it. I came home and found a note telling me not to worry, that she would be in touch. She was gone for nine days. She called me every night just long enough to tell me she was all right, but couldn’t talk.

The tenth day I came home to find her in the kitchen fixing dinner. All she had on were a pair of high heels and an apron. She smiled at me and said, “Dessert first lover” and Escort İstanbul she grabbed me by the tie and pulled me along behind her into the bedroom. Every time I tried to talk she said, “Hush lover. Make love now, we can talk later.” Over a very, very late dinner I got the whole story.

She had found out where Sam was and then had called him and asked him if it was safe to come see him. He had blown up on her wanting to know where she had been, why she hadn’t gone his bail, why she had never visited him in prison or jail and on and on. She told him what had happened and suddenly he got real silent.

“They did that to you? Elmer didn’t tell me any of that.”

“Elmer is the one they sent to do it Sam” and then she told him about the meeting that Elmer had set up and what she’d seen and why she’d run.

They made arrangements to meet and she warned him that she didn’t look the same anymore. They met and then spent the next five days trying to fuck each other to death.

“Hey lover, don’t look at me like that” she said when she saw my face after telling me about the five days. “Not once during this entire affair did I say that I didn’t love Sam. I did and I still do.”

At the end of five days Sam had made some phone calls and he and Alice had gone to some meetings with various people, apologies were made, restitution was offered and several people were severely chastised for over reacting. The most severely chastised was Elmer. Sam broke every bone in his body and suggested that when he got out of the hospital he disappear and never allow himself to be seen by Sam again.

The meetings over there were another three days of non-stop sex, “And now here I am.”

I just stared at her while I tied to get my mind around what she’d just told me.

She looked at me, “Well, say something.”

“You disappear on me for ten days and have eight days of non-stop sex? What the hell do you expect me to say?”

“Glad to have you home would be nice.”

“You lost me. You still love Sam, you’ve just had eight days of sex with him and you are here. What did I miss?”

“I admit that it might be a little unorthodox, but I happen to be deeply in love with two men and I do not intend to give either of them up. So, here’s the plan. When you are on the road I am Sam’s. When you get home I am yours. You get the better of the deal because, at least if the last five years are any indication, you will have me thirty-one weeks and Sam will only have me for twenty-one. Although I did tell Sam I would talk to you to see if I could talk you into an even split. He won’t push because he’s grateful that you saved my ass and he loves the new tits you bought me. Look on the bright side lover, I won’t be hooking any more when you are on the road because I’ll have Sam to keep me company.”

I just sat there in stunned amazement and stared at her. She stood up and reached across the table and took my hand. “Come on lover” she said as she pulled me to my feet, “Let’s go to bed and I’ll work my magic. You will love this new deal to death when I get done with you.”

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I’ve been waiting for this. Dreaming of it and counting down the hours until I could be here. Standing in the bathroom of the hastily booked hotel room I give myself a moment to breathe, meeting eye contact with myself in the mirror.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

The second exhale is long and slow, steadying my nerves as I fasten my new stockings to the garter belt. A quick straighten on the straps and then I’m cupping my breasts and adjusting the black lace of my bra.

I leave my hair flowing long over my shoulders and open a small overnight bag. Lipstick. Mascara. The only two requests you made of me before our meeting was arranged. I apply both and blow a kiss to my reflection.

As I slip a black silk robe around myself and tie it at my waist before opening the door and approaching you. The look on your face as you turn to me drink in hand brings a smile to my face.

“Is everything to your liking?”. The hunger in your eyes is the only answer I need as I take the glass from your hand and sit on the end of the bed, crossing my legs. I’ve barely taken a sip before you’re taking it back from me before placing it on a nearby shelf.

“You look stunning,” you start as you turn back to me and take a step forward “I’m glad we could meet up again”. You smile and reach down to cup my cheek. The familiar touch ignites the embers inside me, and I press my lips against the ball of your hand.

“I’ve missed you,” I say softly as you move around to the side of the bed, sitting down before resting your back against the pillows, your legs slightly apart. I turn myself and get onto my hands and knees, coming to lie next to you, your arm under me as I turn onto my side and my hand rests on your chest.

It doesn’t stay there for long though, and soon I’m fiddling with the buckle of your Escort Bayan Esenyurt belt and pulling it open before slipping my fingertips into your waistband. I find you already hard for me and I can’t help but smile and let out a whimper as I wrap my fingers around your length as it throbs. You turn your head to the side and as I stroke you, our lips meet.

The slow smoulder in my belly ignites into a wildfire and my hand moves to fumble with the buttons of your shirt. You shake your head and instinctively my fingers find your cock again as you awkwardly try to undress. Soon your chest is bare, your shirt hanging open. Again I pull free and this time the kiss breaks. My lips meet your chest, kissing gently between playful nips of my teeth.

A stern warning is given as I catch you, and I have to calm myself before we continue. I’m going to regret that, but right now I don’t care. I continue to kiss your bare chest and work my way down your stomach. It doesn’t take me long to reach your cock, and as I wrap it in one hand and take the head between my lips, my core clenches.

Your hand meets the top of my head and the growl you release floods my needy cunt. Taking you deeper my hands rest on your thigh and I let my mouth fill with saliva as your arm moves mouth along your length.

“My little whore feels just as good as I remember,” you say with a grunt. I can only whine dumbly onto your cock as you push me down and force it into my throat. My eyes well with tears that drag my mascara with them as they roll off my cheek. I tap out for air and as you drag my head from your cock, I cough, sputtering and spitting up saliva that coats my chin before dripping to stain your pants.

“Good girl. Ready for more yet?” I don’t even have to think about Escort Bayan Avcılar my answer before I begin to nod, breathing in deeply as I try to recover. You push me aside and I look to you, needy and aching as you get to your feet. You let out a frustrated sigh as you look down at the mess I’ve made. “It’s a good thing I brought a change of clothes”.

Without another word, you pull at your belt, the leather cracking the air as it’s yanked free. I know what this means, and as you fold the strap in half I turn away from you on all fours, pushing my rear into the air. Your hand brushes the still tied robe out of the way and reveals my arse, protected only by the thin covering of my underwear.

A crack fills the room as the leather makes contact and my body jolts violently. More tears swell in my eyes and I try to focus. Another strike meets my rear and I cry out, reaching for something to bite down on.

“No,” you speak sharply and I freeze “Use your safe word if it’s too much, you know the rules”. I nod and pull my hand back towards me.

“Again” I whimper, steadying my body for another strike. It arrives with little hesitation, my skin burning and giving my mind a point of focus. A fourth strike comes then. I realise I’ve been holding my breath and I exhale deeply as the leather is teased along my welts.

I feel you behind me, getting to your knees on the bed. You’re straightening out the belt as you speak.

“Give me your hands.” Your voice is calm and I balance myself cautiously before placing my hands on the small of my back, one wrist over the other. You take the leather and bind me firmly, my body aching for what I know is soon to happen.

I feel your hands then, grabbing me and putting me onto my back. Hair is strewn Escort Bayan Beylikdüzü across my face, messily stuck to patches or smeared saliva. You reach to untie my robe and throw it open, laying me out before you.

“You look so pretty when you’re helpless,” you begin as you run your hands up the inside of my thighs “Such a shame for this underwear to be ruined when I’m done”. You grin as you sit back and look over my body. I see that hunger in your eyes again, and I squirm in anticipation.

You get to your feet again and slip your pants to the floor, your underwear dropping too, and I can’t take my eyes off your cock as it twitches. You rejoin me and as you kneel between my thighs I can’t hold back the whine as my hips rise to try and meet you.

“Please fuck me.” I whimper as your arms wrap my thighs and pull me towards you. One arm holding me you reach down and tug my underwear to one side before grabbing your shaft and aiming it at my wetness, pushing between my eager folds and forcing a groan from deep inside me.

The sensation as you push deeper and fill my core is intense enough to turn my thoughts to dust. Each deep thrust of your hips forces a groan from my lips and I feel the intensity deep inside me as my orgasm begins to build. Your hands meet my breasts and you tug at my bra clumsily freeing them. A few tweaks and rolls of my nipples follow and I feel you throb hard, growling for me.

I’m whining with you, biting my bottom lip. I know you’re almost ready. “Don’t stop” I whine, my hips now rolling to meet yours as we both begin to breathe heavily and our climaxes approach. It only takes a few more thrusts for me to begin shuddering as my orgasm waves over me and my hips buck as I writhe under you. It passes slowly, lingering in my core as you keep thrusting, pulling yourself from my folds as your cum erupts and splashes against my bare stomach as we pant heavily.

You run your fingers through it before pressing them to my lips and allowing me to get a taste of you. I happily and eagerly take you into my mouth, moaning hungrily. I know this won’t be the only taste of you I get tonight.

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The tenderness of the moment had erased my lust and replaced it with the right mood for what I had intended to show her in the first place. I held her to me, my lips and nose resting on the top of her head, smelling that gorgeous hair, feeling it soft against my lips. My arms were wrapped comfortably around my lover.

“I love you, Johnathan,” she said quietly after a moment.

This was just too amazing. I had only met her half an hour ago, and here she was deeply in love with me – and more amazing still, I found myself falling madly in love with her, as well. I smiled and kissed her head.

“I love you too, Desiree.”

She looked up at me again, and smiled with such innocent love in her eyes that I knew I could never let her be hurt. Then she rested her head against my chest again.

“Johnathan?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“Show me lovemaking, please.”

“Sweetheart,” I replied.

“Yes?”

“I am.”

I saw her smile again.

“I thought you said lovemaking involved sex?”

“I said lovemaking does not necessarily involve sex, lover.”

“Oh. But it can?”

I rocked her gently.

“Yes, it can.”

“Then show me the difference between sex sex and lovemaking sex, please.”

I smiled again. “Alright, love.”

We layed down together and I held her to me. We spooned, the lengths of our bodies touching. Her back was to my chest as I held her. I whispered to her that I loved her and that I was so glad that she was mine. I told her that she was my dream come true and that I was going to make sure she was safe and loved for the rest of her life. She smiled.

Then I nibbled her ear. She was still, unsure what was happening, what I was doing and why, but in a moment she began to relax and enjoy the sensation. I softly blew cool air over her ear, and she shivered. Then I let my hand rest on her shoulder. My palm was hot with energy, and she jumped a little in surprise, but when the heat did not bring pain, she relaxed.

My hand slowly moved down her arm, in a broad caress, and then back up, and she found it impossible to keep her eyes open. Her breathing began to slow as I touched her in this loving way, and she relaxed more and more. I slid my hand across her shoulder, then and over to the top of her chest above her beautiful softnesses. Her nipples showed against the thin tank top she still wore, and I whispered to her to take it off. Getting up on one elbow, removed it rather unceremoniously, and then asked me what to do with it.

“Toss it aside,” I said. “Let’s not worry about that sort of thing for now. We’re making love.”

After dropping it over the side of the bed, she returned to the position she’d been in. Now, for the first time, I gazed at her lovely back. She was heavily freckled about the face and shoulders, and they sprinkled down her back as though they had been dropped on her from above, thinning to almost none at the bottom of her shoulderblades. Her back was smooth, and I could not help but to caress it, first with fingertips, then with my whole hand. She shivered again as I did, with her skin going into goose pimples for a moment in response to my light touches.

Propping myself up on one elbow, now, I was high enough above her shoulder to see the outline of her beautiful breasts. They were almost devoid of freckles, though she had some on her chest above them. Small curves, but proud, they stayed as they had been while she’d been standing, even though she was on her side. Their gentle curvature seemed to offer up her nipples to me only tentativey, and her round areolas were so pale that it was difficult to see them against the skin surrounding them. It was easier to see them because they were contracted in pleasure and arousal than it was to distinguish them by their color. Her nipples as well were erect, standing out from her breasts like pink pencil erasers.

I was thrilled. She’d been made to my specifications exactly. I was having a hard time not jumping out of bed and doing a happy dance.

My hand slid down to where it had been before she’d taken off her tank top. The smoothness, the softness of just her warm skin was enough to make my eyes hint at tears. She was so beautiful to me that I could almost not bear it.

My hand stayed there a moment, as I considered her, drinking in the sight, enjoying the warmth of her body so close to my own, the paleness of her skin, the freckles, the curve of her hips as they flared out, her softnesses, and that backside that was almost too perfect for my eyes to believe. I let my hand roam down her side, enjoying her waist, the easy flare of her hips, her muscular upper thigh, and then back down onto that graceful little backside. It was all so perfect, felt so good.

I allowed my hand to stray to the front of her hips, and over what of her mound of Venus I could touch with her legs resting closed, then up to where her belly Escort Bayan Bahçeşehir button would be if she had been a born woman, exploring that difference for a moment. From there, I sent it further up over her stomach. I reached the bottom of her breasts, and allowed my hand to slowly slide up onto one of them, which was amazingly sensual and delightfully soft. It was like touching a woman’s breast for the first time again, and I marvelled at how nice it felt.

I’d become lost in my attentions and had not noticed her breathing had begun speeding up again. Her eyes were still closed, and her nipples stood like conquering mountainclimbers atop gently rolling hills. I allowed my hand to slide over her right breast, and she moaned as the soft caress sent shivery pleasure through her from her nipple and areola. I caressed her breast for a few moments, pleasuring her enough to elicit several more soft moans from her.

“Lay on your back, Desiree.”

She let herself roll half way over onto her back. Her eyes opened, and searched mine as I gazed down into them. The expression she wore was one of aroused relaxation, and I could see she was wanting more. Now that she was on her back, I could more easily reach the other breast, and I caressed it, now, as well. Her eyes once again closed. I heard her moan faintly, and it pleased me.

“This is called foreplay. This is where we touch each other lovingly and bring eachother pleasure and arouse one another slowly, before we become intimate physically. Foreplay is part of lovemaking. I will teach you how to reciprocate in a little while. It’s not lovemaking if there is no reciprocation.”

“Mmmmm,” she said. “Does it please you to touch me this way? Is my pleasure your pleasure?”

“Yes. I enjoy bringing pleasure to my lover, just as I enjoy receiving pleasure from her.”

Desiree smiled, and closed her eyes again, surrendering to my touch. I allowed it to play about her body lightly, caressing her chest, neck, face, shoulders, stomach, hips, thighs and waist. All the while, I watched what I was doing, and saw her bodily responses, and it filled me with love for her, and aroused me at the same time.

“I love your freckles,” I said. “You are so beautiful. I think I will call you my ‘cinnamon girl’.”

“Does that replace the name you gave me earlier?” she asked, opening her eyes a moment.

“No. Your name is Desiree, but I will call you my cinnamon girl occasionally as well.” I smiled.

She smiled back. Instead of closing her eyes again, this time, she looked at me with that smile on her face, a light smile of contentment, and then she reached over and pulled me to her and into a kiss. It was an innocent kiss, a beautiful kiss. I returned it, taking her upper lip between my own lips, and licking it a moment before doing the same with her lower lip. Then I softly suckled her lower lip a moment and let it go.

“What is that, Johnathan?” she asked of my actions.

“That’s part of the way I kiss,” I replied.

“Should I kiss like that too?”

“If you feel the urge to,” I smiled. “But don’t do it just because I do. Do what feels natural.”

She returned my smile once again.

“I will try it.”

Pulling my head to hers again, she kissed me as she had before. She did as I had, taking my upper lip into her mouth slightly, licking it, and then my lower lip. Then she licked my lower lip and suckled on it for a minute before releasing it.

“Was that good?”

“You did exactly what I did. Did you enjoy it?” I asked, avoiding her question.

“I enjoy touching my lips to yours, Johnathan. It feels like something moving in my stomach when I do that It feels good.”

“That’s called butterflies in your belly. That happens when you’re enjoying something intimate with someone you care about for the first times.”

“Aren’t butterflies insects?” she asked, looking a bit worried. “There are insects inside me?”

I could not help myself and laughed aloud.

“No, silly. It’s slang again. The sensation feels like butterflies flapping their wings in your tummy. That’s why it’s called butterflies.”

“Oh. I understand.” she smiled. “You teach me a lot of interesting things, Johnathan. I like learning from you.”

I held her close and kissed her forehead.

“Would you like to try a different way of kissing?” I asked.

“Yes, please.”

I approached her slowly, parting my lips slightly, placing them on hers so that her upper lip was between my lips and my lower lip was between hers. I sucked her lip a moment, then lightly caressed her lips with mine. She shivered. Then I put my lips against hers, top lip on top lip, bottom lip on bottom lip, and opened my mouth a little more, pulling her lips open with mine. I licked her lips, and then sought entrance to her mouth, looking for her tongue, which I found waiting there, unmoving. I allowed the bottom of my tongue to glide over the top of hers, and then pulled a little bit away.

“This is called French kissing,” İstanbul Escort I said. “I call it ‘tongue ballet’ because it’s like dancing together using only the tongues. Follow my lead,”

It didn’t take her long to understand what to do, and as she picked up one part of it, I introduced another, and soon we were making out rather passionately.

“Oh, Johnathan,” she said between licks and kisses, “This feels so good…”

I gave her several minutes of this experience before I pulled away. She tried to follow at first, but I put my finger to her lips intending to hold her back. Instead, she promptly began sucking my finger, with a surprising combination of gentleness and passion. The look in her eyes told me that she was growing heated and it would not be much longer that I could do these things with her before she would want me inside her.

Her sucking felt good, and I noticed stirring in my loins again as the sensation brought back pleasant memories of what she had done just minutes ago. It seemed for a split second that she was sucking my cock through my finger, and the sensation was in both places at once. My whole body involuntarily twitched. My own arousal was growing in strength and momentum.

Bringing my head down to kiss her between her collarbones, I held my arm still so she could continue her suckling as she pleased. Then my lips traced each collarbone lightly from the inside out to each shoulder. Her suckling did not last long as she forgot herself to the sensation of what I was doing. With the hand of the finger she’d been sucking on, I caressed her face, tracing little wet lines with her own saliva. Her eyes closed and soft sounds of pleasure came from her as I kissed and caressed with my lips down to between her breasts.

As she arched her back slightly to my touch, I slid my lips lightly over her left breast until I came to that rounded patch of roughness around her proud nipple. Her heartbeat was obvious. As my mouth approached that hungry suckle nub, I exhaled slowly, sending hot, moist breath over it before my lips made contact. Her response was a tortured groan.

My tongue found it’s way to her areola and encircled her nipple with warm wetness in a slow, leisurely fashion, around and around. She moaned again softly, and lifted it up to me, trying to get me to take her nipple into my mouth. Instead, I lifted my head a bit, pursed my lips into a tight ‘o’ just above her now-wet nipple, and inhaled hard. This had the dual effect of drawing a lot of cool air over her nipple and areola, chilling it, and then as it was sucked into my mouth, suddenly reversing the chill. By the sounds she made in response, she liked it.

I performed the same little trick on her right breast, while gently rolling her left nipple between my finger and thumb, and was met with sighs and mews of pleasure from her. Then I began dedicatedly suckling, making sure she enjoyed the texture of my tongue across that delicious knob on her bare bosom.

Apparently, she liked it, because she started running her hands through my hair and groaning as I did it. I love suckling my lover’s breasts, so I was having a good time. But when she started to shiver, then shake, I suspected she was coming to the edge again. Her hands were all over me as I continued suckling her into oblivion, her back arching suddenly enough that I had difficulty not biting her when she shoved herself into my face so hard. A loud groaning escaped her mouth, getting louder as she went further and further into it.

My right hand left her nipple and slid down her stomach and beyond, finding her legs spread, her pussy ready. My hand cupped her mound as she convulsed in her orgasm, and my middle finger found it’s way down between her lips to touch her clitoris, which sent her into a spasm of pleasure so hard it almost threw me off her. Her writhing was growing almost violent now, and I could not track her breast anymore. I pulled my hand away as well, for fear of hurting her, and with the stimulation gone, she settled down a bit. Panting, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me with surprising passion and expertise. That kiss ignited in me the same level of passion she was feeling, somehow. I was not surprised in the least when I saw in her eyes a begging look.

“Please, Johnathan, please, I need sex! Lovemaking is driving me crazy!” she cried out. “I want to have you inside me again,” she said as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at me with pleading puppydog innocence. Hello! That was such a turn on. It wasn’t like I wasn’t already hard, but that certainly sent a surge through me.

“This time, we are going to do it a little bit differently,” I said, forcibly controlling myself.

She frowned, her lip still between her teeth, and gave me a pleading look with a whimper that almost made my control melt. I slid myself on top of her, enjoying the sensation of her chest against mine, her stomach against mine, and positioned my throbbing stiffness between her legs, but I did not try to put it into Escort İstanbul her yet. Her hips raised slightly in anticipation, her breath coming in semi-gasps, her legs wrapping around mine. It amazed me how much she was doing on pure instinct. I kissed her again, and she put her arms around me, holding me to her, caressing my muscular back, enjoying. The sensation was bliss for me, who loves to be touched that way.

In response, I slid my arms under her, holding her as she held me, and kissed her with renewed passion. I almost forgot about her puppy dog look begging for me to be inside her, so much was I enjoying the kissing, but she began insistently thrusting her hips into me, and the reached down and tried to guide me into her. I stopped my kiss, grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

“Uh-uh-uh!” I smiled. “Let me.”

Putting her arm aside, I slid my own down between us, and in between her legs. I again let my hand caress her mound, enjoying the heat radiating from it and the slit that pulsed rapidly, synchronized with her pounding heart, which I could see plainly enough in her heaving bosom. I allowed the back of my hand to brush lightly against those lips and then against her clitoris again. She jumped a little, and then rasied up to increase the pressure on it a little. I allowed it, and she began to buck a little as I rubbed it back and forth.

“Please… please…” she gasped.

“Please what?” I demanded.

“Please, I need to feel you inside me again…”

I looked into her desperate eyes with a wicked smile on my face, and without ever letting our eye contact break, I moved my hips so that my thick hot cock was sliding over her thigh and my head was caressing her outer lips. She almost cried in frustration at the pleasure I was forcing her to endure, and she tried to track my member with her hips and take me in. Bringing my hips forward, I caught her just under her now tightly hooded clit, and my shaft was guided down and into her eager depths by the valley of her inner lips.

She knew she had me, and eagerly arched to bring her hips up to meet me, swallowing me into her with one easy thrust of her loins into mine. She was so loose now with her arousal, and so wet that it was almost impossible to feel her as I slid in so easily. Sliding home inflamed her and she began trying to buck me in and out of her in her desperation for this pleasure she was feeling. I slid in as deep as I could go, my hips flush against her sex now as she raised her legs up and to my sides to grant me better access. When she tried to buck again, I lowered my hips and brough hers down onto the bed that way, effectively pinning her down.

She tried to buck my weight, but I forced her hips to stay where they were with mine, never once taking my eyes off hers.

“You’re not making love to me, silly,” I laughed.

“I want sex!” she almost screamed.

“You want sex? I’ll give you sex. How’s THIS?” I said, almost growling, and pounded into her just once, then pinned her again. She cried out in surprise and pleasure.

“Please, please, please…” she begged as she started crying for real this time. I layed down on top of her, slowly, and kissed her forcefully. She returned it with equal force through her tears of frustration, almost growling at me ferally. Deliberately, with measured strokes and steady force, I began pumping in and out of her. It was a delicious feeling, though she had loosened up and lubricated so much in her extreme state of arousal that I had trouble feeling her. It did not matter anyway, because this time around would take me a long time to come. She, on the other hand, was already furiously bucking at me, forcing me to speed up, until I was arched over her, fucking her at such a high speed and with such force that I wondered how long my stomach muscles would hold out.

She was right there, though, and within seconds, was tensing her entire body. Her face grew red as she bore down on her orgasm without breathing, and her eyes were so tightly shut that the last of her tears was squeezed out and rolled away. I continued into her with that hard, fast pace, and then she broke the crest of it and screamed with abandon as the most powerful orgasm she’d had yet overtook her. She somehow grew nails right then, and reached around to my back, implanting them in my flesh with incredible force and then tearing them down my back. Her stomach had tightened so much that it had formed into only a narrow band of muscle, and her face looked as though it would tear apart with the pain she appeared to be in. Her hands came free of my back and grasped at empty air, and finally, she was able to inhale again.

Again she was sobbing. She cried with abandon, and then grasped my face and pulled me into a kiss of such force that I thought my lips would be crushed. Holding me to her as close as she could, crying in my arms, she sobbed out her love for me. I held her and let myself relax and breathe while she cried it out.

“I love you, too, baby girl.”

She cried for several minutes, holding me there, my face in her hair. When she had stopped, and she was running her hands through my hair, I lifted myself up and looked into her eyes. They were bloodshot and puffy and red, but in those pools of sapphire I could see her raw emotions, and a love for me so deep and strong that I was taken aback for a moment.

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Note: If you haven’t already, read The Grieving Process Ch 01 & 02, which are prequels to this story.

As soon as I knew that I’d be back in town again, in addition to contacting Theresa, I also let Emily know that we’d finally be back together physically once again. After all of the time we’d spent naked together during my previous visit, we’d since been limited to sharing photos and videos and the occasional video chat. I knew that, if the time I was expecting to spend with Theresa didn’t actually end up with us naked, I’d at the very least be getting naked with Emily. Since I wouldn’t have a hotel room all to myself this time, though, coordination was likely going to be more complicated but we were both committed to doing whatever we could to make it work. She actually said that she’d have no problem coming to my brother’s house even if he was home if that was what it would take for the two of us to be naked together again. It ended up working out that the first time she was available to come over once I was in town was during one of the times that my brother was gone but, since he was aware by that time of what had happened with Theresa, we hadn’t made any special effort to make sure of that.

Since we’d been able to spend a considerable amount of time together in my hotel room the last time I’d been in town, there was very little that we’d left undone. Being limited to photos and videos since that time, though, had us eager to be together physically once again. She arrived at his house dressed conservatively enough on the outside but I suspected that, like our first afternoon together, I’d find some sexy lingerie underneath. I let her in and we briefly but passionately kissed before I locked the door and led her to my bedroom. I also locked that door behind us then we made out as we began to undress each other. I was wearing just jeans and a t-shirt, the same as the first time we’d undressed together, and she was wearing a dress again, but this time without all of the buttons. I’d suggested that our enthusiasm to get naked might result in a few popped buttons that could be difficult to explain once she returned home. She liked to wear dresses so she had plenty to choose from and promised she’d wear one that would be easy to get out of without raising any suspicions when she left home wearing it.

She was pulling my shirt up over my head as I was caressing her ass so, once we’d parted so that she could remove it completely, I started to pull her dress up. She raised her arms and, as her lingerie came into view, my jaw dropped and my cock stiffened even more. This was definitely something I hadn’t seen before and it looked outstanding on her. Her big boobs were practically spilling out of a low-cut, lacy black bra and the matching panties were my favorite style, as she well knew, bikini. Still holding her dress, I backed up with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide, just taking her in.

“I definitely have not seen you wearing this before,” I finally managed to say.

“No, I bought this new just for this occasion,” she replied.

“I want to see it on you and take it off you at the same time,” I said, “but I’m going to take it off so I’m going to need photos.”

“I’ve already taken a bunch for you,” she replied, “but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. I’ll send them later so let’s get naked now.”

I dropped her dress then moved closer and reached around her to unfasten her bra while bringing my lips to hers again. As I worked to unfasten all of the hooks required to hold up her big beauties, we made out again until I was ready to slip it off of her. I stepped back while sliding it off her shoulders and down her arms, exposing the rest of the fair and flawless flesh as well as her large, pink areolas. I dropped her bra and reached out to caress her succulent tits, running my hands over the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples. While I was doing that, she got my jeans open and pushed them down far enough for my rigid cock to spring out. She gently stroked it but that wasn’t what she wanted.

“I need this inside me,” she whispered so I reluctantly abandoned her boobs and pushed my jeans down farther so that gravity carried them to my ankles. After stepping out of them and kicking them aside, I hunkered down in front of her and slid her bikini panties down, revealing her trim, light brown bush. As she was stepping out of her panties, I planted a kiss on each of her hips and her lower abdomen before standing again. We climbed onto the bed and I lay on my back while she straddled me. As she was guiding my cock toward her pussy, I resumed fondling her big boobs. We both moaned as she lowered herself onto my cock, her hot, wet pussy engulfing my full length. She just sat on it for a moment, feeling it inside her, as I continued to caress and fondle her tits. It was awesome to be with her again after seeing her only in two dimensions for so long. Feeling the soft, smooth flesh of her tits while my Avcılar Escort cock was engulfed by her hot wet pussy, it felt like it had all been worth the wait. When she started to slowly move up and down on my cock, I was certain of it.

She started out slowly but gradually picked up the pace until she was riding me hard and fast. Fortunately, the bed was sturdy and well-built so it wasn’t making any telltale noises, not that there was anyone else around to hear it. Once her tits started bouncing, I moved my hands around to caress her ass while watching them. They were definitely more spectacular in person than they had been in all of the photos and videos. Her moaning was becoming louder and longer as she continued moving up and down on my cock and I pushed up into her each time she dropped down. I could feel the stirring of my orgasm because her pussy felt so hot and so wet but it was sounding as though she’d be getting there before I did. It didn’t surprise me that she was building up to an orgasm so quickly. Not only had there been a great deal of anticipation leading up to this but I had learned during all of the time I’d previously spent with her that she had no issues with being able to cum, typically easily and intensely.

I had no problem if she came quickly as long as it was a highly pleasurable orgasm. I knew that, if she didn’t continue riding my cock after she’d cum, she’d switch to something equally enjoyable. I also wasn’t concerned about cumming too quickly myself because I figured that, if I did, we’d just have more time to recover and go at it again before she had to leave. In the meantime, I was focused on the pleasure I was feeling as her pussy continued to become even hotter and wetter while I watched her titties bouncing. Being with her again was everything I remembered from my previous visit and definitely lived up to all of the anticipation I’d been feeling since I’d learned that I was going to be back in town. I suspected that she was feeling the same way.

When she finally just dropped down onto my cock and remained there, she went silent for just a brief moment then let out a cry as her body started shaking. Since her boobs were no longer bouncing, I brought my hands back around to fondle them again as she was riding out what appeared to be one of her typically long and intensely pleasurable orgasms. Instead of starting to ride me again once she’d finished cumming, she got up off of my cock and swung herself around so that she could straddle my head. I gazed up at her trim, light brown bush as she gently gripped my cock and pumped it before wrapping her lips around it. I moaned as her warm, wet mouth engulfed my tool and she slid it up and down while continuing to pump the base. I savored her oral skills for a moment before raising my head and running my tongue along her slit. Her pussy was flooded with juices, which I initially focused on lapping up and, based on her moaning around my cock, must have been feeling pretty good to her.

I had devoured Emily’s pussy multiple times during my previous visit and, although I couldn’t say that I necessarily recognized her flavor or could have distinguished it from Theresa’s, I was stoked to be tasting it again. I enjoyed eating pussy anyway but, to have another opportunity to eat hers, that was a really special bonus. Consequently, I was truly savoring it, from lapping up her juices to slipping a couple of fingers into her to licking and sucking her clit, which had her moaning even more around my stiff cock. Of course I was also savoring her oral skills as she was enthusiastically sucking my cock. She left nothing to be desired when it came to cocksucking which she’d been so grateful to hear during our previous time together. She’d explained to me how she’d married her high school sweetheart, which I knew, but confessed that she was nervous about sucking his cock and refused to do it for a long time. It was her girlfriends who convinced her to give it a try and she’d enjoyed it nearly as much as he had. From that point on, she really enjoyed sucking cock but had never done it for anyone else. Knowing that I’d only be in town temporarily, she’d decided that, if she was going to see what sucking another cock was like, mine would be ideal. Plus, my first reaction to seeing her was to describe her as “yummy” so she felt like it was a good bet that I’d be down for it.

I still found her yummy, not just the taste of her pussy but her curvy MILF body in general, which I’d thoroughly explored during my last visit and planned to do again. First, though, I wanted to just focus on eating her pussy and making her cum again while enjoying the build-up of my own orgasm. My fingers were sloshing in and out of her pussy because she was so wet and, although I knew she was getting close to cumming as things were, there was something else that I knew she would absolutely love. While still licking and sucking her clit, I slipped Beylikdüzü Escort my fingers out of her pussy then slathered her own pussy juices around her asshole before slipping one of my fingers into it. She immediately let out a cry of pleasure and her body started shaking. I eased my finger in and out as she was cumming though it was hard to tell if that made her cum any longer or any harder than she would have otherwise. There was no question that she experienced an extremely high level of pleasure, however.

When her orgasm finally tapered off, she resumed sucking my cock even more enthusiastically. It wasn’t like she was trying to make me cum more quickly but was putting her efforts into providing the highest level of pleasure rather than in drawing out the pleasure. I slipped my finger out of her ass and let my head drop back, gazing up at her pussy while I felt my orgasm building and knowing that it wouldn’t be much longer before I was spewing into her mouth. I reached down and found her dangling tits and, as I hefted their weight and felt the soft, smooth flesh, it felt as though my cock became even harder. Her efforts were not affected, however, and she just continued to take as much of it into her mouth as she could manage while pumping the rest in her fist.

When I finally exploded into her mouth, the level of pleasure was incredibly intense and my orgasm seemed to just go on and on. She continued to suck me off while pumping the base of my cock as she swallowed my load. Only once I was completely spent did she let my cock fall from her mouth and raise her head. She moved off beside me so I sat up and moved around then we lay side-by-side as we recovered.

“I’m so happy to be with you again,” she finally said, “I wasn’t sure we’d ever get another opportunity.”

“I wouldn’t have said that the circumstances are ideal,” I replied, “but I am glad you are available and interested in helping me through this.”

“Of course,” she said, “I was feeling a little selfish because I just wanted to be with you but, if you feel like I’m helping you by being here, that helps me to rationalize it.”

“There’s no doubt that you being here is beneficial,” I assured her, “It could feel like a very dark time otherwise.”

I couldn’t help but reach over to fondle her succulent tits as we were chatting. Although the photos she’d shared showed how spectacular they were, two dimensions really didn’t do them the justice they deserved. I soon lowered my head to lick and suck her nipples while I continued to fondle them and she began to moan softly. As I also ran my hands over her stomach, waist and hips, feeling the soft, smooth flesh that I’d been missing since I’d last had my hands on her, my cock was reviving admirably. I ended up getting up on my knees so that I could look over her yummy body while it continued to stiffen. She seemed to be pretty relaxed and enjoying the feel of my hands on her when suddenly her eyes opened and she sat up.

“I almost forgot,” she said, moving to get off of the bed, “I have a surprise.”

She grabbed her purse as I gawked at her naked body then extracted a bag containing what turned out to be a bottle of lube and a pack of pre-moistened wipes. My cock immediately became rigid. During my last visit, we’d been showering together when I’d slipped a soapy finger into her ass while eating her pussy. She’d cum so hard and so intensely that she asked me to soap up my cock and slip that into her ass. As soon as I did, she had an orgasm so intensely pleasurable that her knees had nearly given out. She’d managed to hang on through a couple more orgasms before I had to quit to prevent her brain from melting inside her skull. We tried this a few more times before I left town and I actually managed to cum in her ass a couple of those times. She’d never had, or been interested in, anal sex nor had her husband ever pushed for it, but she’d apparently missed it in my absence. The lube was obviously to make penetrating her easier and the wipes were to clean up as necessary since we weren’t in the shower.

While I got the wipes open, she got the lube open and applied it to my stiff cock. Then, as she was wiping her hands off, I took the lube. She got onto the bed on her knees with her ass up in the air and her face on the comforter so I drizzled the lube on her asshole and spread it around, both inside and out. After wiping the excess off of my hands, I got behind her on my knees and lined my cockhead up with her asshole. As soon as I eased it inside, she started shaking while crying out into the comforter. I began to slowly slide my cock in and out of her ass while she was cumming, which may have actually prolonged the pleasure she experienced. I was glad that it was already paying back her investment and figured that it was probably also living up to any hopes or expectations that she’d had.

I continued to slide my cock slowly in and Esenyurt Escort out, relishing the pleasure that her snug, lubed backdoor was providing. Since I’d just cum not that long ago, I expected that I’d be good to fuck her for quite a bit despite how snug and slippery her asshole was. She, on the other hand, experienced what appeared to be another intensely pleasurable orgasm not too long after the first. Since she was on her knees, I wasn’t worried about them giving out on her but there was still the risk of her brain melting inside her skull. I maintained a slow pace just to make sure that she continued to feel pleasure rather than discomfort. I didn’t need to fuck her ass hard and fast to enjoy the snug, slippery grip but that meant her ass wasn’t jiggling each time my hips met it so I leaned forward slightly and slipped my hands up to cup her dangling tits. My cock may very well have become stiffer or thicker or both because almost immediately she came again. Once that orgasm had run its course, she had me stop and slip out of her.

“I never would have expected to enjoy that as much as I do,” she explained, “but it actually causes pleasure overload and I’m afraid I may lose control of my body.”

I was fine with switching to something else and was just happy for the opportunity to fuck her ass again, however briefly. She grabbed a wipe and reached back to clean the lube from between her cheeks but stopped me when I was going to clean it off my cock. She repositioned herself lying on her back and drizzled some lube between her tits. I straddled her and lay my lubed cock between her lubed tits then squeezed them together and began to fuck them. Fucking her tits had always felt incredible but fucking them with all the lube was unbelievable. Any expectation of being able to last longer because I’d cum once already went right out the window and I was completely fine with it. I was looking down, admiring her luscious titties as I was both fucking them and caressing them while I held them together. She was watching my cock as it peeked repeatedly from her cleavage. I’d made no secret of the fact that I loved fucking her big, beautiful titties during my last visit so she seemed less amused by this act than she had been.

As with when I’d been fucking her ass, I maintained a slow pace because fucking her tits harder and faster wouldn’t likely feel very good for her, even though it quite possibly could for me. I was actually enjoying the slow build-up, especially since fucking her ass had been short lived. As hard as she’d cum while I was fucking her ass, I also didn’t feel bad that she probably wasn’t getting anything out of me fucking her tits. Despite the slow pace, though, my orgasm did continue to build steadily and, when my cock started to become even thicker and harder, I wondered if she could feel it through her tits. When she opened her mouth, as though expecting me start spewing toward it, I suspected she could feel that something was changing as I was getting closer to cumming. Of course, as quiet as it was in the room, she probably could have detected a change in my breathing rate or the volume of my moaning. Whatever the case, when I did finally start to spew, she was ready and my first couple of spurts hit her right in the mouth. The next few were weaker and left a small pool on her sternum but I was still sliding my cock between her tits until I could no longer successfully do so.

I moved off beside her, remaining on my knees, and watched as she was running her fingers through the cum on her chest then licking it off. Once she’d consumed as much of it as she could, she had me pass her a couple of wipes and worked on getting the lube cleaned out of her cleavage while I took one and wiped down my cock. We lay together for a little longer after I tossed the wipes into the trash but she soon declared that she needed to get going.

“Okay,” I said as we were both getting up, “but you have to assure me that you’ll be coming back, otherwise the door stays locked and you’ll be stuck here with me.”

“I promise I will be back,” she said, “but don’t believe for a second that the idea of staying here isn’t appealing to me.”

She suggested that it would be safer if I was to keep the lube and wipes, which I ended up using with Theresa, too, since I had them handy. Even though she’d told me that she’d be sending photos of herself in her new lingerie, I still took a bunch as she gathered it up and pulled it back on. Once she was covered, I pulled my own clothes back on then we gave each other the once over before I unlocked and opened the door. We could hear more than just my brother’s voice as we headed down the hall and it turned out that all of his adult kids were visiting. The look on his face when he saw Emily with me was priceless and, as she hugged him while expressing her condolences, his expression could best be described as incredulous. I’m sure my expression was once again something like the cat who ate the canary. After a few minutes, I walked her out to her car where we hugged but otherwise kept things innocent looking to the casual observer. Heading back up the walk, my oldest nephew was standing on the front porch.

“She was walking like she’d recently been fucked in her ass,” he casually commented.

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I checked the Club Aphrodite website every day, but Sabrina wasn’t lying when she said she was part-time. She only appeared under ‘Working Today’ twice in three weeks. Then, one day, I clicked onto the website and her profile was gone.

Part of me felt gutted. I liked Sabrina and I had loved fucking her. Yet, despite what I’d said, I was hurt by her refusal to take bookings. I realised that I had a fantasy of being a hooker’s favourite client and Sabrina’s attitude felt like a rejection. Stupid, I know. Although, besides that, I had no hard feelings. Perhaps she had been transferred to another hotel or met a man who was giving her what she needed. Either way, in my heart, I wished her well.

I also found myself returning my attention to Fatima’s profile. Her photos were not the website’s best, but they were reminders of my time with her, apart from the pixelated face. Fatima had a nice face with rounded cheeks and dark, intelligent eyes, and I wished I could see it. Eventually, on a Sunday afternoon, I saw her name under ‘Working Today’ and decided to pay the club a visit. I called first to check that she was available and, for the second time, the club was as good as its word. I paid for two hours and stood in the private room, waiting.

‘Hey, there!’ said Fatima as she walked in barefoot wearing her black lace underwear. ‘I thought it might be you. How are you doing?’

‘Fine!’ I said. ‘It’s lovely to see you.’

I meant it. Fatima was petite and well-formed, with lovely round breasts and a shapely figure. Her long, brown-black hair was slightly crinkled, and her voice was deep for such a small girl. I loved her slightly husky voice. Yet there was a formality about her manner, a sense of detachment. While Sabrina would gleefully step into my personal space, Fatima kept a respectful distance and I sensed she expected the same of me. Fatima undressed rather than stripped and although she was not shy about being naked, it now occurred to me that Sabrina was an exhibitionist who had relished it.

This was not to say Fatima was in any way cold or dismissive. As I took off my own clothes, she asked how my son was doing at university and whether a specific work project had gone the way I’d hoped. I was touched that she remembered these things, although the cynical part of my brain still whispered, ‘All part of the service’. I tried to ignore it and reminded myself that there were girls like Lydia who didn’t even attempt to make conversation. Plus, unlike Lydia, Fatima seemed calm and relaxed, and when she invited me to lie naked on the bed for the requisite back massage, I sensed no reluctance from her at touching my body.

We chatted as Fatima massaged my back and shoulders. After a while, she told me a little about herself. She was twenty-nine and had graduated from university six years earlier with a degree in psychology. Not quite knowing what she wanted to do next, she had got into self-help books and YouTube lectures as a way of trying to find her true purpose in life. There was one author whose work particularly inspired her and she wanted to participate in one of his intensive five-day courses. However, like most self-help gurus, this author was based in the States, so Fatima turned to sex work to fund the trip.

‘Was it worth it?’ I asked.

‘Oh, yes,’ said Fatima, her hands kneading the muscles above my left shoulder blade. ‘Absolutely no regrets, with either the sex work or the course. I wouldn’t say it was easy money, but it was easier than spending hours and hours on your feet as a waitress or office temp.’

‘I can imagine.’

I sighed and turned my head, resting it on my arms. We were in a room with a giant wall mirror and I could see the naked girl kneeling over me as she massaged my back. Fatima’s cute little toes were just visible under the curve of her delicious-looking tan buttocks and I suddenly wanted to eat her.

Fatima said: ‘Can I ask you a personal question?’

I closed my eyes and said: ‘Of course.’

‘How old was your wife when you got married?’

Bloody hell, I thought. That was a personal question. Still, I was flattered that this lovely girl found me interesting enough to ask such things.

‘Twenty-six,’ I said.

‘Wow,’ said Fatima. ‘Younger than me.’

‘Yep.’

‘And when was your son born?’

‘The following year.’

‘Wow.’

I opened my eyes and looked again at Fatima via the mirror. Although I still saw the same view of her naked body, she now looked vulnerable rather than enticing.

‘Are you all right?’ I asked.

‘Yes, of course.’ Fatima saw my look of concern reflected in the mirror and smiled at me. ‘I was just curious. I knew you must have been quite young when you had your son, but I didn’t know about her.’

‘And what do you think?’

Fatima stopped the massage and her face became serious. She turned away slightly so I could only see her profile, her hands still touching my back. I realised she was considering my question. That was the moment I knew, deep down, Escort Beylikdüzü that she was not pretending to be engaged in our conversation. Whatever else might be faked, this part was real and it lifted my heart to know that. Fatima looked up and spoke.

‘My main thought,’ she said, ‘is how impressed I am with both of you for making a decision like that when you were relatively young. I know it ended in divorce and everything, but I still think it’s better to have a decision go wrong than not make any decision at all.’

‘Hmm,’ I said. ‘I’ll have to think about that one.’

‘Do you regret the marriage?’ she said. ‘And having a child?’

Now it was my turn to consider her question. I lay with my head on my arms, gazing idly at the naked man and young woman in the mirror. This felt intimate rather than sexual.

‘I go in and out of regret,’ I said. ‘When I’m in a bad mood, I find myself wishing I’d never met that damn woman, or had a child, or gone through all that shit. But when I take my thoughts to a lighter place, I find myself — not happy exactly — but … accepting. I accept that things didn’t go the way I wanted, and that what happened, happened, and that the situation is what it is. And when I’m in that lighter place, I find myself able to see the many, many good things that have come out of this mess. I’ve witnessed a little baby grow into a lovely, decent young man and that’s really quite something. It blows my mind sometimes. Sure, in my darker moods, I complain about the kind of career I might have had if it weren’t for that boy. But the older I get, the more I ask myself whether even the perfect career would have compensated for missing that whole journey and the answer which keeps coming up is … no. Despite the whole bloody mess my life turned into, it was worth it. It actually was worth it.’

I lay with tears in my eyes, not seeing anything at all. For a while, there was silence. Then there was a creak in the bed as Fatima moved. With great care, she lowered herself onto my naked back, gingerly settling her body onto mine like a cat making itself comfortable on someone’s lap. I felt the curve of the girl’s hips settle over my buttocks and she rested her head on the area between my shoulder blades. Her breasts and stomach were flat against my entire back, her legs rested on mine, her feet on my calves, and I could feel her gentle breathing.

‘Are you okay with me doing this?’ she said.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘God, yes.’

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Lying naked on a bed with a beautiful girl lying on my back was absolute bliss. As the feel of her weight, her limbs, her skin permeated downwards, my whole system seemed to slow down and enter a state of peace. Every now and then, she would adjust a hand or a foot to get comfortable, and I felt waves of pleasure ripple through my body. This really was Heaven.

After goodness knows how long, Fatima spoke.

‘Are you okay?’ she said softly.

‘Hmmmmm,’ I responded.

‘You’re a good man.’

‘Hmgh.’

‘You don’t think so?’

‘I do my best,’ I said lazily. ‘But it has been my experience that liking a person doesn’t necessarily mean they’re good.’

I felt the girl shake as she laughed quietly.

‘That’s so true,’ she said. ‘And I’m glad you know that I like you.’

My God, she was going to make me cry. I loved that she liked me, loved that she was so comfortable lying naked on me, loved that she would soon open her legs and let me inside her. In my mind, a cloud seemed to dissipate and I saw with crystal clarity that I was on my way to falling in love with her. The moment I saw that, a screech like a crow’s started up in my head: ‘Don’t be stupid! Don’t be stupid! Don’t be stupid!’ I inhaled deeply, counted to ten, then slowly let out my breath, Fatima’s weight helping to press the air from my lungs.

I said: ‘Can I ask you a personal question?’

‘Of course,’ said Fatima.

‘Which you don’t have to answer, by the way.’

‘You answered mine.’

‘Doesn’t matter. Just because I choose to answer doesn’t mean you have to.’

‘Okay.’

‘Are you in a relationship?’

The question was met with silence. Still, I was relieved to feel no change in her body, no tension, no catch in her breathing. Fatima lay on my back as though it were the most natural thing in the world. It was clear she was thinking about it.

‘Technically, the answer is yes,’ she said. ‘But it’s not much of a relationship. I haven’t told him I do sex work, for example, and the way things are going, I really don’t see the point.’

‘Do you believe in relationships?’ I asked.

‘That is a very good question,’ said Fatima, her open hand warm on my upper arm. ‘To be honest, I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said on Love and Romance — how Love is about seeing a person for who they are? And Romance is about finding a person who fits your romantic expectations? And I recognise a lot of myself in what you said. I see that I haven’t Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan really loved any of the men I’ve been in relationships with — not the way you define Love. Sure, when a man makes me happy, I give love and make love, but when he disappoints me, I take my love away. I never really see him. Or rather … I do see him, but then I compare what I see to my romantic expectations, and when he falls short — and he always does — I lose interest in the relationship. And I’ve done this over and over again.’

‘I see.’

‘But here’s my problem,’ went on Fatima. ‘Don’t guys do exactly the same thing to women?’

‘Of course we do!’ I said. ‘Shit, when I married my wife, I had tons of ideas on how wives were supposed to behave, and what marriage was supposed to be, and what Happy Ever After was supposed to look like! My head was as full of romantic crap as hers!’

‘But you didn’t see it as romantic crap at the time, did you?’

‘No, I didn’t.’

‘So what made you see it?’

Great question, I thought. I looked at our reflection in the wall mirror, noting the rise of Fatima’s light brown buttock on top of my lighter body. She looked so yummy, yet she was also making a man more than twenty years older than her to dig deep and come up with real answers to her questions. I liked her so much.

‘I’ve found that awareness is something which sort of creeps up on you,’ I said. ‘But there was one incident which was a turning point. My wife and I were in the process of breaking up and, during an argument, she said: “You never really wanted to be my husband. You just put up with it because you wanted to be a father.” ‘

‘Ouch!’ said Fatima.

‘Yeah, I know.’

‘Was she right?’

‘One hundred percent right,’ I said. ‘I mean, I still wanted to stay married, but she was definitely right about that.’

‘So what did you say?’

‘I told her she was right and apologised. But later, when I thought about it, I had two realisations. The first was realising that I had no issue with being her husband — just with being a husband. In other words, the reality of being a husband was so boring compared to how I imagined it before I got married. And this was true of every married man I knew. Even happy husbands on television were happy because they were in love with their wives, not because they enjoyed being husbands.’

‘I never looked at it like that,’ said Fatima. ‘What was the second realisation?’

‘That my wife telling me I’d married her because I wanted to be a parent was a case of the kettle calling the pot black. Being a good mother was a hundred times more important to her than being a good wife. In fact, any talk of me wanting her to be a good wife was considered sexist, but it was okay for her to complain that I wasn’t a good husband. But here’s the thing: Unlike her, I wasn’t all that bothered.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean, I wasn’t bothered that she used me to have a kid. She hadn’t done it on purpose and, besides, I’d done the same thing to her. The way I saw it, we weren’t bad people trying to get what we wanted at the other person’s expense. We were naïve people who believed something which turned out not to be true.’

‘Did you share all this with your wife?’

‘Yes.’

‘And how did she react?’

Lying on the bed, I suddenly felt enveloped by a wave of sadness. I wanted to turn around and hold Fatima in my arms. I wanted to kiss her and make love to her, and then I wanted to lie my head on her breasts and cry my heart out. I felt her hand press softly into my arm.

‘Is this getting too personal?’ she said.

‘Yes and no,’ I said. ‘I mean, it is bringing up some difficult emotions, but I don’t believe in avoiding them or pushing them away. If I can just feel my feelings, I’ll be fine.’

‘Would you like to turn around and hold me?’

‘Yes, actually. I would love that.’

Fatima slid off my back and knelt on the bed as I turned over. I gave my arms a stretch, then nodded that I was ready. Fatima came forward and I put my arm around her as she lay next to me. She put her head on my chest, reached an arm across my body, her hand on my ribcage, and tucked one of her legs through mine. We settled in together and when we were finally comfortable, I let out a deep sigh. I felt both melancholy and utterly content. Strange.

‘You really loved her, didn’t you?’ said Fatima.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I really did.’

‘Do you still love her?’

‘A part of me does. But I’m past the stage where I want to live with her again.’

There was stillness between us. Then Fatima asked:

‘Do you think you’ll ever live with a woman again?’

‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘But I suspect not. I mean, my last girlfriend was a great woman in many ways and we were pretty compatible, probably more so than me and my wife. But whenever I pictured us living together, I just couldn’t imagine myself being happy.’

‘I know exactly what you mean,’ said Fatima.

I felt Beylikdüzü Escort her snuggle closer and I gave her a gentle squeeze.

‘Do you have the same problem?’ I asked.

‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘I meet a guy, fall head-over-heels for him, but then sooner or later the magic wears off and he just irritates me. I used to think that men were chronically immature, but it’s happened so often that I now wonder if it’s something to do with me.’

‘Hmm.’

I was about to say something, then thought better of it. I felt Fatima touch my arm.

‘No, please,’ she said. ‘Say what you think. I’d really value your opinion.’

‘I don’t know you well enough to have an opinion,’ I said. ‘It was just a thought which popped into my head.’

‘Well, your thoughts are better than most guys’ opinions,’ she said. ‘Come on! I want to hear it.’

I took a deep breath as I collected my thoughts. I loved her compliment, but was now worried about living up to it. ‘Don’t blow it,’ said the inner voice.

‘Have you ever been in a relationship with a man who was smarter than you?’ I said.

‘Are you trying to say I date stupid men?’ said Fatima.

‘Not stupid, no,’ I said. ‘But if you have a high IQ — and I think you do — then even a reasonably intelligent man is going to be at a disadvantage.’

There was a pause as Fatima considered.

‘Okay, I see your point,’ she said. ‘And I certainly wouldn’t want to be with an idiot. But I don’t see how being more intelligent is a dealbreaker.’

‘It’s not so much your intelligence as what you do with it.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Look, I’m not genius level,’ I said. ‘But I do have a high intelligence. Even as a kid, I was always doing well at school. And, as a highly intelligent kid, I noticed that if I wasn’t careful, I’d look at my classmates and think: Why are you all so stupid?’

Fatima burst out laughing. I had to pull my head back to prevent her skull cracking my chin. She held onto me as she shook with laughter, her head now pressed against my breastbone. I held her tight and positively glowed. There is no finer feeling for a man than making a beautiful woman laugh.

I said: ‘Why do I get the feeling you know what I’m talking about?’

Fatima tried to answer, but she was still laughing too much.

‘You know,’ I went on, ‘there were times when my wife would say something so idiotic, I’d stare at her and think: Did you leave your brain upstairs or something?’

Fatima doubled over. She was laughing hard now and it was all I could do to stop her rolling off the bed. ‘Stop! Please…’ she gasped in between laughs. I’d clearly hit on something and part of me wanted to milk it. Still, I resisted temptation and let her laughter come to a natural end.

Fatima pushed herself up and swung one leg over my torso, straddling my hips just below my navel. She sat on me, shaking her hair out with her hands, giving me a full frontal view of her breasts and body. My cock went instantly hard. She looked at me, her dark eyes alive, and said:

‘You are a very bad man!’

‘I thought I was a good man?’

‘Well, like you said, just because I like you doesn’t mean you’re good.’

Fatima laid herself on top of me as though I were a rug before a fireplace, both her feet hooking over my calves as though wanting maximum skin contact. As her body pressed full length onto mine, I felt the urge to grab her and push her down onto my still-erect cock. But I wasn’t wearing a condom and I couldn’t imagine she wanted me to do that. Besides, I sensed that her trusting me enough to sprawl herself all over my body was not something to take for granted, and I felt a sudden, intense desire to know her real name.

Fatima snapped me out of my thoughts by slapping me lightly on the shoulder. ‘Keep talking,’ she said. ‘I like the direction you were going in.’

‘What was I saying?’

‘That it’s not my intelligence that matters, but how I use it.’

‘Right.’ I cleared my throat. ‘Well, here’s the thing: If you’re in a relationship with someone whose IQ is lower than yours, it’s very easy to score ego points off them.’

This time, as Fatima lay on top of me, I felt her breathing catch. Clearly, I’d hit the target again. But this time, it wasn’t funny.

‘Go on,’ she said.

‘Look, I can only tell you what I experienced myself,’ I said. ‘But, in my marriage, I was the smart one. My wife was certainly an intelligent woman, but I had the edge and we both knew it. However, she never resented it so long as I used my intelligence in the service of something she wanted. For example, when it came to our son’s upbringing, she loved having a smart guy on the team. She also loves that our son inherited my IQ. But when she wanted something I didn’t agree with, she’d regard my intelligence as a weapon I used against her. And, in those situations, she’d accuse me of looking down on her.’

‘Did you?’

‘It depends,’ I said. ‘I learned early on that being more intelligent didn’t necessarily make me a better person than others. And, even with my wife, I was pretty good at keeping my ego in check. That said, I find it very hard to respect people with fixed opinions. You know, people who are so sure they’re right that they refuse to listen to anything else. To me, acting like you have all the answers is the height of stupidity.’

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When Pam asked me to come to her pool party next Saturday I tried to think of a way to politely say no. I’m not much of a conservationist and quite frankly I find most women to be boring. I never was one for chit chat about children or homemaking or any of the typical topics most women select to discuss. Pam knew that, so I was a bit surprised that she would even ask. I hemmed and hawed trying to politely say no thanks but I think she read my mind. Look Monica, this isn’t going to be another of those boring things that make you uncomfortable. The people at this one are really interesting and anyway it’s going to be a mixed group. Not just women but some really fantastic guys I’ve met. I really don’t know Pam, I’m not comfortable with people I don’t know and introductions are something that I simply hate. Come on Monica, I promise you this will be different. Just bring yourself and your sexiest bathing suit. I sort of gave a sigh and a reluctant nod and it was set.

Saturday at eleven I pulled into the driveway and her handyman took my keys and drove my car to a parking spot. There were already about ten other cars there and I was getting uncomfortable at the number of people in attendance. Pam took my bag and led me to the pool area. I had been there before but never when there were so many people gathered around. It was catered and there was even a small combo playing music off in one corner. I went to one of the picnic tables under a grove of elms and sat observing the activity. I was still as uncomfortable as I had expected to be. I didn’t recognize anyone I knew and Pam abandoned me almost immediately. She had to keep things rolling I guess. A waiter worked his way over to me with a tray of drinks and placed two down next to me. Both champagne. I looked up wondering why two but he just grinned and said, I won’t be getting back this way for at least fifteen minutes so you better just stock up, and with that, left.

About five minutes later I had company. I guess he came around from behind because he was sitting next to me before I even heard him arrive. Right now I didn’t feel like chatting so I didn’t really make eye contact but sort of nodded yes when he asked to join me. He introduced himself as Blake, and I gave him my name. There was a pregnant silence for a few minutes before he tried to be break the ice. He began with a few observations and small talk before I finally turned to speak directly to him. It was than that I came to life. He wasn’t the sort of man who I would expect to be at one of Pam’s affairs. He was, well, more subdued and almost exciting to be with. He had a way of making eye contact and looking at you as if he had known you all your life. I began to open up and started telling him who I was, and how I knew Pam. From there on I just rambled on like a little fool and yet he watched me intently seeming to hang onto my every word. He never interrupted, or tried to steer my conversation. I found myself telling him things that I would never tell my closest and oldest friends and yet it seemed so natural.

Than he did something that seemed so natural that I responded with out hesitation. He slid his hand across the table and turned his palm up. I placed my hand atop his and he sort of just held me. I suddenly became quiet and we just gazed at each other. Now I don’t believe in love at first sight or that sort of thing, but this man was making my heart pound and my face flush. Than something happened that was totally new for me. My pussy became noticeably wet and a bit uncomfortable. Something sexually affiliated began to happen to my body For a long moment we just sat there like that. Than he broke the silence. Would you care for a drink, Monica? Like a child I nodded yes, never remembering the two drinks that had been placed next to me. They were probably warm and flat by now anyway. He turned his head, caught the waiters eye and my gaze never left his face. I never even saw the waiter place the fresh drinks down or pick up the others. Now he turned back to me and smiled. It was almost a knowing smile. The sort of smile a parent gives a child who desperately needed understanding. I was lost in it. I was fast becoming enamored with him and it sent warm washes of sexual pleasure coursing thru me. How could this man make me feel like this, I mused? I haven’t known him for twenty minutes and yet I was developing feelings that I was embarrassed to admit even to myself.

His voice was deep and soothing. He told me about himself, how he had come to know Pam, and a bit about his business. I heard parts of it but my mind was conjuring up much more exotic thoughts rather than actually listening to what he was saying. I let my mind fantasize a love affair, a sexual encounter, a voyage to some secluded spot and other sexual scenarios. He must have seen the misty distant look in my eyes because he suddenly became quiet, squeezed my hand and whispered, are you going to join the others and go swimming? I kept my eyes on him and nodded no. I wasn’t about to let this moment go. Almost as if he knew what I had been day dreaming about he reached out his other hand and I place my hand in his. Now it was as if we were sending messages to each other with our minds and Escort Bayan Esenyurt I actually blushed. I moved my legs uncomfortably under the bench and realized that I was not just wet but sticky. I slowly moved my legs apart and felt the lips of my pussy come apart. It was almost as if they were being kissed by some magical force. It actually brought me closer to an orgasm than I dare admit. I took my hand from his, reached for my glass and lifted it to my lips, all the while watching him over the rim. The waiter had replaced the champagne with a rum drink, a very strong rum drink. He smiled. Damn him, he knew. I swear he could see it in my face. I wanted him and he knew it. My breath came in long slow deep gasps and my breasts heaved. I felt a sudden release as the top button on my blouse parted and now my cleft was exposed. I normally would have been upset, but now I had an urge to see if I could make the button just below separate too. I couldn’t.

Would you like to walk he asked? Sure I answered and we stood. He drained his drink and took me by my arm and we began to walk deeper into the shade of the trees’ canopy. I now was totally wet and each step worked my pussy back and forth teasing my clit so much that I had to stop every so often or lose what little control I had left. It was near the edge of the elm grove that I turned and leaned against the tree. He paused in front of me and looked down into my eyes. I lost control and my arms rose up and entwined around his neck. He bowed his head and as I looked up, our lips met. Kisses are just kisses until they hold some mystical meaning. That kiss was what dreams are made of. At first it was just a warm joining, than I let my lips part, his followed. My tongue moved to enter and his joined mine. Than they seemed to duel with each other. We were no longer kissing. We were seducing each other. I never wanted to break this joining and my arms tightened around his neck and I thrust my breasts hard to his chest. His hands had lowered and now were around my waist drawing me closer to his warm body and my legs were slightly parted as I shoved my pelvis forward and pushed my pussy hard against his thigh. I felt the swollen hardness of his manhood press back in return.

I never thought about it before, but I close my eyes when I kiss. I was in a sort of dreamy world of sensual pleasure when I suddenly lost my breath and we had to break apart. He moved his cheek to mine and sort of whispered in my ear. Where is this going Monica? I mean it can’t end like this.

I whispered back. It can go as far as we let it Blake. I probably said that out of desperation. I didn’t want to lose him and this seemed to be the point where I either decided to hold him or let him walk out of my life. I had decided that I needed him in my life. I think the drink was getting to me because I looked up and asked. Take me home Blake, now, please. It was a stupid thing to say but I had to get him alone with me and it was the only thing I could think of.

He walked with me to the front and I decided to leave everything here, including my car, and pick it up later. I asked the handyman to tell Pam I had to leave and with that slid into his car and moved across to press my arm against his. Now I had another dilemma. I really didn’t want to go to my place. Almost as if he read my mind he turned to me and asked. Would you like to stop by my place before going home Monica? I’d love that I responded. Where is your place anyway? About a half hour from here. It’s up in the hills. You’ll like it. It’s isolated and has a beautiful view of the blue ocean. With that we became quiet. I moved closer to snuggle against his shoulder and sort of rested my cheek on it. I let my hand drift down and come to rest on his thigh. It was strong and firm and at that point I became a bit more brazen. I let my hand slide up and down sort of stroking him from his knee to his groin. I wanted to feel his cock but didn’t dare let him know. I’m a little sleepy from that drink Blake; can I rest my head on your lap until we get there? Sure he answered and kept his eyes on the road. I slid over to the door, and lay across the seat and put my head on his thigh. My hand moved up to cradle my face and in that way I could move my fingers more freely. I held still for a few minutes but feigning sleep I let my hand move to a point between his thighs and begin to search for his cock.

That’s when I got a pleasant surprise. I couldn’t tell if he was hard or just semi-erect but he was big. I squirmed a bit and than turned my head so I now faced his tummy. I deliberately breathed thru my mouth so my hot breath would be felt. Now I could feel him begin to grow larger. He was driving me mad and I wanted to slide my hand up and open his fly and release that shaft but I didn’t dare be that forward. I just sort of squeezed his hard rod periodically and kept breathing on him. About the time I was ready to toss caution to the wind and take him out, the car slowed and stopped. I sat up and looked around. Here already? I asked. Um hum he murmured and getting out went around and opened the door for me. We walked in and there was another surprise. The front door Escort Bayan Avcılar actually entered on the second floor. The House seemed to hang off a steep mountain and I was standing on a sort of balcony. Looking down you could see the living room, sunken fireplace and all. It was beautiful. We walked down a spiral staircase and stood in the living room. The carpet was so plush that I simply had to take my shoes off and let it caress my feet. Turning to him, I looked down and saw the large bulge between his thighs. I had accomplished more than I had thought on the way over. We went to the windows and looked down on the beach below. It was breathtaking. Than I turned and slipped into his arms. Again that kiss, but now more brazen and more anxious than before I sucked his tongue into my mouth and ran my fingers thru the hair at the nape of his neck. I let my other hand slide down to stroke the bulge I had created and he moved his hips back slightly giving me more access.

The kiss ended and I whispered; I’m hot. He mistook my meaning and volunteered a suggestion that we go take a swim in his pool. Oh that would be wonderful I answered, but…….. I didn’t bring my suit. Well he answered, we’re adults, let’s go skinny dipping. I took a deep breath. Now I wondered what he would think of me in the nude. With that he went to a closet and took a bundle of towels out and led me to the pool. It wasn’t very large but the water seemed inviting and slowly we undressed. It was a bit amusing because we each turned our backs to each other as we stripped. He jumped in before I had finished. I sat on the edge and sort of slid into the cool water. I swam over to him and by now the inevitable happened. My nipples always get hard and stand up when they get cold and that’s just what happened. Now about two feet in front of him I noticed his gaze was on my breasts. I have rather small breasts, a I teasingly asked. Like them? He took a deep breath and in a hushed voice, almost a whisper, answered, fantastic. Here, let me rub them against you. And with that I moved up close to him and began to bob up and down dragging my nipples across his chest. I was turning myself on but really didn’t care. Now we were so close that I could feel his shaft brush against my tummy.

We broke the spell by dunking each other and fooling around as children might. Exhausted but completely aroused, I hoisted myself up and sat on the edge of the pool with my legs dangling in the water. I was trying to see his cock thru the rippling water but he kept his arms moving, making it difficult to get a good view. Come on. Dry me off Blake. You’re going to turn into a prune if you stay in there much longer. And with that I stood and waited for him to get out and join me. When he pulled himself out of the water and stood, I got my first view of my man. The cold water probably had kept him from becoming fully aroused, but even at that he was large. He was obviously circumcised and his shaft was laced with a series of soft blue veins. The head of his cock was a pale purple, almost a powdery purple but it too was thick and large. He noticed my stare and actually seemed a bit embarrassed.

Spreading two towels on loungers along the pool he directed me to lie down and offered to dry me. I took one towel and dried my hair as he began to towel my body off. He was deft and tended to my legs, shoulders and arms quickly but than seemed to linger on my more intimate parts. The terry cloth towel was patted over my breasts, than he dragged the material across my already erect nipples. Than he moved down my tummy to my pussy and whispered, spread! I obeyed as he began to pat that dry also. The brush across my nipples moments earlier had me nearly cumming and now he was doing strange things to my pussy. I looked at him as he parted my puffy firm lips and I asked; like it? I just shaved it this morning. Oh god yes he mumbled. And what do you think about my breasts Blake. They are sensitive you know. I was almost pleading with him to put his hand on them again. Sooooooooo Nice he cooed. Roll them between your fingers I begged. They really get big than. And almost as an obedient child would, he did just that. But his warm fingers were soon replaced by his mouth. At first he cupped my breasts in his hands and sort of forced my nipples up, than he extended his tongue and flicked the tip of it up and down the sides of my darkening nipples, swirling its wet tip around and around my aureoles causing a series of small bumps to populate the soft halos. I felt my ass begin to tighten than relax repeatedly. My pelvis seemed to move almost imperceptivity up and down in mock thrusting as if I were fucking some imagined cock. I guess I always have had some sort of reaction in my pussy when my nipples were taunted. Almost as if some invisible communication were established between the two.

Oh my god Blake. OOOOoooh baby. You’re making me crazy. God don’t stop what you’re doing. My pussy is throbbing. Almost as if to see for himself he let his free hand glide down to my pussy and his fingers began to strum up and down the wet cleft. I was delirious and knew my orgasm was mere seconds away. Than he sent me over the Escort Bayan Beylikdüzü top. I sobbed as he simultaneously pressed his lips down and sucked my nipple into his mouth while whipping his tongue over it and began to swipe his wet slippery fingers up and down over my hard clit. As I heaved up his fingers tightly formed a group, perhaps three, which he began to plunge in and out of my cunt. I went heaving up and down and I heard my own voice gurgle a string of profanity that was definitely not lady like. FUCK MY CUNT! YESSSSSSSSSS JUST LIKE THAT. PUT YOUR FINGERS IN DEEP BLAKKKEEEEE. OHMYGODOHMYGODOOOOOOOOOOOOH BABY MAKE ME CUM HARD. NOW! OH BABY I AMMMMMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMMMMING NOW.

My body heaved up and down like a puppet and I twisted and turned, my legs lifted into the air and my ass shoved my pussy up to meet his slippery wet fingers as a cascade of my own wetness seemed to flood my thighs. I dropped down exhausted and lay there, my breasts heaving as I gasped for breath. My god Blake. Oh my god what did you do to me? He just smiled and whispered, you needed that didn’t you? It’s what you wanted all afternoon wasn’t it?

Damn him. He had read me all afternoon and I hated him for that. Yeah? Now let me see just how much of a cock you have. Come on, lay back and let’s see how big it can get with a real woman working on it. He smiled and sat up in a lounge chair. I took two towels, folded them double and placed them on tile in front of the lounger. I knelt on them and spread his legs. He leaned back almost amused at all my preparation and rested his hands atop his thighs. I took his cock and balls in my hand and began. First I gently kneaded those huge balls between my fingers, being gentle and at the same time tugging each. Now I stroked his shaft and watched it expand in my hand. I was truly amazed at how it grew. The thickness seemed to spread my curled fingers apart so that they barely reached around his cock and the length seemed to grow inches as he became harder. I put my thumb under his shaft and pressing slightly as I slid it up from the base to its head. A large droplet of clear pre-cum formed at the tip and as it began to flow downwards, almost dripping off I tilted his cock upwards to my mouth and with pursed lips drove my head down forcing his shaft deep into my throat. I held my breath and began to suck. The fluid was almost tasteless, perhaps a bit sweet but noticeably slippery as I swirled my tongue over that soft yet firm head. So far he held still. But as I began to move my head up and down faster and faster while rolling his balls in my palm, he began to slowly thrust up to meet my rapidly bobbing head. Now my saliva was flowing profusely and the salacious slurping sound I was making was affecting him. Hell it was making me hotter and hotter again. I wanted him! I wanted to feel the cum gush into my mouth and now my frantic efforts became more vigorous. I licked his balls, I ran my tongue up and down the length of his shaft and I plunged my tightly held lips up and down its entire length. He suddenly put his hand on the back of my head and sobbed. Monica? Monica. Now! God I’m gonna cum.

I was pleased and moved still faster and now began to twist my mouth around, swirling my tongue across the top of his cock and than as he bucked up and cried my name, I pressed my tongue hard against the head of his cock and felt the first spurting jet of his warm thick cum begin to pulse into my mouth. That was quickly followed by a second and third. My mouth was now full and I was forced to gulp huge quantities down as I swirled the tangy fluid around coating my lips and tongue. Now I slid my wet fingers up along the underside of his cock milking the remaining sperm into my mouth.

Than reluctantly I let him go. I opened my mouth to proudly show him the remains of his cum. Than came a pleasant surprise. He stayed hard. So help me god he was still rock hard and as I stood up I felt my own fluid creep from between my puffy swollen lips and run down the inside of my thighs. He saw the clear fluid glint in the sunlight and stood up and took me in his arms. Another long kiss during which we shared the remains of what had been his full load of cum, and than he reached under my thighs, lifted me and carried me into the house and his bedroom.

It was strictly a mans room, nothing feminine about it. The bed was massive, a king sized bed with dark wood graced the center of the room and it stood about a foot higher than normal. He took me to it and lay me down on the soft dark blue blanket. A number of oversized pillows were neatly arranged at the head of the bed and there were two huge mirrors almost taking up the entire far wall and the wall at the foot of the bed. I lay their passively and patiently waiting. I knew he wasn’t thru with me because as he knelt next to me he bent his head to plant yet another of his warm kisses on my lips. Than it began. His lips moved everywhere, his hands caressed my body and missed not one spot. Now they stroked my hips, now my breasts were rubbed under his palms, my eyelids were kissed, and than he began to lick and suck at the hollow of my throat. Nothing was missed. It was as if he were a sculptor letting his fingers dance over my body trying to memorize each curve, each intricate location, trying to memorize the texture of my skin, my very soul and I was writhing in anticipation. I was now fully aware of his physical attributes and I wanted to have him. To feel him moving in me, with me and giving me all the pleasures I had so long wanted.

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